Friday, August 30, 2013

I Am Going To Talk About My Clitoris.

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I am cleaning out my inventory. It has probably been the most amusing thing I have done in a long time. I have things in there that well ... I have no idea how they got in there.

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That's my story and I am sticking to it.

See my inventory is always sorted. I don't have files and files of whatever with no idea what is in them, so they only way anything got neatly filed away is if I did it. I know none of you have hacked my account because you are always talking about what a mess your inventory is and besides if you had ... Bliss would be a much more interesting person.

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Anyway I have never been more grateful for the alone time to do this because there are just some things you would never be able to explain to the real world.

I think "clitter dust" falls under that category.

What good is a clitoris if it is not sparkling?

I must have thought maybe one day, I too could shine .... Clearly I was drinking at the time and entertaining visions of grandeur.

I don't even look at my SL clitoris.

I can safely say, it has never, ever been a shining example of what is clearly possible in virtual reality. I am a clitoral failure.

Thank heavens some choices are easy when it comes to hitting the delete button.

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Thursday, August 29, 2013

You Gotta Try This!

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 I like daring dresses and I am game to try them.

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The first time I did it ... things did not go so well.

You know that moment when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror standing next to the Prime Minister at a gala ball and you notice the scooped neckline of your dress has shifted over your right breast and there you are hanging out with the big boys, feeling like you must be incredibly interesting for them all to be spending so much time with you and really all you have been doing is .. . hanging out.

It was giving away the candy store free of charge. Somehow when I used to have dreams about free candy at the store I was the one having the best time ever. This  version .. . not so much.

The second time I got into the whole tape thing.  I taped and retaped.  I taped up and I taped down.

My right breast ended up taped to the side of my face.

Finally I just gave up and went with a turtle neck and sensible pants.

 No-one talks to the lady in the turtle neck and sensible pants. Especially not the prime minister.

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 Oh and in case your mind is going where mine went, going totally naked doesn't work either.  Nowhere to put free candy.


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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Basket Weaving.

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I took basket weaving at a summer camp. It was one of those Church run summer camps where desperate parents handed over their hormonal infused teenagers and tried not to skip as they made their way back to their vehicles to enjoy a month of teen angst free time.

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We teens pretended we were all about building campfires for Jesus. We were actually more excited about the possibilities of late night hikes and stolen kisses and groping through the sleeping bags. Church counselors go to sleep realllly quickly after you tire them out with hiking and volleyball and swimming.

The night was ours.

And during the day we did some crafts. Basket weaving was one of them. Like who couldn't use a big ugly poorly woven something? Most of the girls went for something pretty and resembling a fruit basket. I went for a new cattle feeder to hold hay.

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It actually was the gate way drug for my ensuing difficulties with anything where you repeat patterns over and over ... crocheting ... knitting ... having kids . . .

You know, you start and are never quite sure when to end? 

I only quit weaving when I was afraid I would not be able to climb out of it.

I made a cattle feeder .... it blew over and killed 3 cows the first time we used it.

At least it deflected from anyone asking about the hickies on my neck.

Gave them time to heal.

I never liked religion more than when it was being served at summer camp.


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Friday, August 23, 2013

Suriving The Lightning Strikes of Life.

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We had a dog that used to go crazy when we had lightning and thunder. He would run back and forth across the top of the hill we lived on, barking across the valley, protecting the farm and all the little fluffy farm creatures.

He was a damn good dog too because none of us ever died from lightning OR thunderation.

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But then I saw this today. Someone asked in a forum on the internet how they could stop being afraid of thunder storms and some dude answered:

"Never stop being scared of thunderstorms. Always treat them as potentially lethal and take precautions to avoid being struck directly or being hit by a conducted voltage surge. Dogs are afraid of thunder because that fear teaches them to go underground where their risk is reduced. That is part of their instinct for survival. Make it part of yours."

I could see this guy as he typed, still in his boy scout uniform even though his legs and arms stick out way beyond the length of the pant legs and the shirt sleeves and the shirt can't be buttoned, nor the fly done up .... but wearing it just as proudly as the day he got it.

I could see him with his collection of National Geographics all indexed and sorted so that Life was always at his finger tips.  I could see the page open to the article on "The Nature of Dogs," cross referenced to "The Magesty of  Lightning."   This guy was a true humanitarian.  He probably saved lives every day.

I thought about our dog.  I guess he was a canine savant . . . brilliant at rounding up the cattle but sucked at dog instinct 101. He clearly did not have a sensible dog bone in his entire body.  He was neither afraid, nor did he ever go underground.

My brother was under the bed whimpering, but I don't think you can get a degree in dog by proxy.

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I have to admit though, I have spent the day trying to imagine this woman, desperately trying to dig a hole every time a thunderstorm hits ... hiding down there with all the dogs, and laughing at the humans who are just up there like watching the baseball game or eating pie or something.

She probably has tried to find this man, hoping he might be single and they could date. She probably wonders what other instincts he could teach her about.

It would make an incredible love story wouldn't it?  The man of wisdom and the woman who hides with dogs.

Life has so many more shades to it than I ever thought.


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Thursday, August 22, 2013

Like Pulling a Rabbit Out of a Hat.

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My grandmother always was very practical.

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I mean there was no way on God's green earth she was ever ever going to talk to me about sex (except in vague comparisons to nature and with lots and lots of "thou shalts" and "the Bible teaches") but she definitely had lots of little sayings that she liked to tuck into my mind like she tucked my hair behind my ear.

I hated that, I always untucked my hair the moment she wasn't looking and threw the saying in the huge firepit burning in my mind that I always kept at a dull roar for occasions such as those. I was very warm blooded.

She told me that I should always have "mad money" when I went out on a date. At first I thought, "Bonus, we can buy more beer and have a great time!" but she was not meaning "mad" as in "fun" or like "Mad Magazine." She was meaning "mad" as in being angry. She clearly did not have great expectations of my dates but she genuinely thought she was being incredibly liberated. Imagine giving me permission to dump his sorry ass and make my own way home. What power!!

I figured $100 should get me home in one piece.

She handed me a dollar.

A dime to make a phone call and enough to buy myself a pop and chips if I needed something to eat. (Yes nutrition only mattered when you grew it or raised it on the farm - pay for it and you got whatever was cheapest.) I felt so special. So empowered.

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Thank heavens the other girls also had mad money and there was enough of us to go together to get a case of beer . . . after we ditched our dates that is.

I am surprised my grandmother never noticed I came home with a different guy. That's what happens when you get old and you think all young people look the same.

Magic.


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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Autumn Leaves.

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You know all that romantic stuff about the leaves falling and walking through them in the park, crunching underfoot, while you hold the hand of the one you love ... well this is kind of a public service announcement.

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It is true that there is a dark side to leaves ... they fall all over the place and have to be raked up. They get in your swimming pool and you have to scoop them out . . . Hours and hours in the hot sun reaching with rake or the swimming pool scoop, back and forth, back and forth ... no-one even appreciating the callouses forming on your hand, no-one to wipe your hot sweaty brow ...

Leaves without a romantic partner ... suck.

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Leaves like that suck everything out of you.  But that's what happens when you lose your "New Horizon's Internet Date" somewhere in the forest. Walking around crunching leaves with them falling off the tree is not romantic when you are considering the TOS you signed promising to not harm any of your dates, and to return them promptly at the agreed time.

You are banned from ever hooking up with another internet dating site.

Your name goes up in lots of public washrooms with warnings.

You spend the rest of your life alone cursing leaves.

I didn't mean to lose him.

I think "New Horizon's" should have at least insured that people they put on their site knew how to use a compass, read the moss on trees or something.

Oh and BTW ... if any of you find him ... you can keep him.  The moment has past.  I don't care if I complete him anymore.

That's how bitter I am.

You should go now, this is the part of the day when I curse love.  It's not pretty.


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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Multipurposing Your Life and Make-up Accidents.

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I love this dress. I love it for many many many reasons and probably some that you have not considered which I will share, even though some of you are strangely quiet and trying NOT to make eye contact. I love shy followers.

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Thankfully I got an A+ on my online, Perez Hilton, "Body Language" course. Those 10 questions were pretty tough, I mean you could not study or anything and the examples were the Kardashians and I don't even like them well enough to be able to tell who is who - they all look the same to me ... except for the really ugly tall girl with the short grey hair cut. Is she the one they think might have been adopted? Anyway, despite all those things I still smashed the whole exam so I am qualified to read those of you who are unable to speak up. I am going to tell you another reason why this outfit rocks.

Consider this ... you do your whole make-up thing and you are out and it is hot and then you look in the mirror and your make-up has sort of slid all over your face and there just is no way to take you seriously. Normally this would be the biggest disaster ever but with a dress like this you can find someone else's shoes (if you are in Canada, they will be at the front door) making sure they are the biggest pair ever, and then you can lick your finger and stick it in a lightbulb socket so that your hair frizzes and curls (or eat your bread crusts if you have some time to wait for them to work)and grab some balloons.

You can pass anywhere - kids parties, circuses, parades ... you might even get preferential treatment in some places.

Seize the day and act like you MEANT to look like this.

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Just avoid the dudes that have Coulrophobia because they can really hurt people when they jump around screaming and try to claw their way out of the plane.

Why are their fewer of you here than when I started?


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Monday, August 19, 2013

Men Shopping.

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We are heavy into the shopping for equipment to go out into the wild blue yonder where there are no roads, water or gas, AND I will probably end up dying.

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I know it is for both of us but it still qualifies under "men's shopping." I mean hubby is happier than a pig in mud looking at generators and car tools and additional gas tanks. We get to look at tents and trailers and campers ... it is pretty exciting stuff. He skips along to each store and I drag my feet behind him and roll my eyes but keep an ever important vigil on his head so when he turns it ... I am smiling.

I am excited about going, I am totally going to be so appreciative of every detail he worries about ... but I like surprises. I want to wake up one morning, have it all wrapped in a pretty bow, ready for me to climb in and go.

 It's going to be sooo romantic.

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I just hope the walkways into the wilderness when we hike are wide enough for us to hold hands.


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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Dressing Gowns.

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This is the kind of dressing gown that at least makes sense, I mean you are naked, you are feeling good, you slide something over you that barely skims you, feels weightless, hides nothing, tres elegant, blah blah blah ....

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Ya, had not clue where to buy those or even if they made them in sizes for 8 year olds which was when I started noticing movie stars had way nicer clothes than I did.

I have been bitter about that ever since.

Instead we were given quilted monstrocities, usually in pastels, that looked like someone had managed to gather a quilt, put a collar and buttons on it, and you got to wear that over your sturdy pajamas or nightgown that was guaranteed to make everyone go to sleep. It was kind of an indoctrination probably put out by Planned Parenthood to convince all women, as little girls, that they should ignore their bodies, be ashamed of it, and never look at in the broad daylight, or through anything thinner than a quilted blanket ... with lace though ... have to be pretty ...

Best Birth Control ever.

Men wanted to snuggle up with their women, forget anything else ... they were already exhausted and having to sort through the linen closet worth of things the wife was wearing ... no way!

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I still have to put my hands over my eyes when some of those women come out in their quilted housecoats.

Some memories are just to painful to relive ...


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Thursday, August 15, 2013

Jesus Loves Me.

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I was almost arrested once. I think I was about 14 and we all had jumped in a car to go to a nearby town to drink where it was rumoured that anyone could get into the bar.

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Everyone else was 16 - 18. They were my fellow class mates and they took me along to make sure the rest of them would not get ID'd seeing as the drinking age was 21. I was blessed with looking much older than I was when I was younger and now looking much younger than I am. I take it as pretty much proof conclusive that God loves me.

One of the kids had fake ID just in case, but I told him that a card that said, "Please allow Donald Smithson into the bar this evening as he is definitely 21.  Yours Truly, Mrs. Smithson" was not going to cut it ... even though I thought the picture he had drawn on it was a good likeness.

We got to the bar fine, and we drank fine, but then when we were walking back to the car we got stopped by the RCMP who happened to notice a large group of kids all stumbling and throwing up and stuff.    We tried to be inconspicuous but being as the whole town had about 28 families living in it and the local paper had not reported that anyone was expecting Mormon visitors, and the Hutterites did not allow women out after dark, every plausible explanation for our being there was easily ruled out. 

The cop followed us for 6 nanoseconds before turning on his lights and his siren.  Everyone else took off running and my girlfriend and I were caught like deer in the headlight.  To be fair, I did not think we could outrun a car when I could feel its grill on my legs.

All I could remember, after thinking we were both going to die ... not because of the police and what they might do but because of my grandfather and what he WOULD do ... was that my grandfather had always told us if we were ever stopped by the police we were to be all "Yes sir! No Sir! How high sir?" I had only got to the "No sir!" part when a car blazed past us down the street at about 100 mph and burned 3 donuts before disappearing into the prairie wheatland.  The RCMP officer looked at us, looked at the car, looked at us, coughed in the dust ... and ran for his car, jumped in and took off after him.

We waved and wished him well.

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I am just putting it out there in case that speeding dude reads this, that I would personally like to thank him and buy him a beer. He really saved my butt that night and I want him to know I prayed that he would get away too.

And I would like to say to the officer who was only doing his job that I am really sorry he did not get to hear the rest of my very polite retorts.

Oh, and God, sorry I lied about the whole, "if I just get out of here alive, I promise to never drink again."  I just don't think you would spin donuts to save anyone .. not even me ...


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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Answer - Finally!

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I discovered a really nifty trick today on how to get rid of telephone solicitors ... I mean it is not the way we all dream of . . . but it seems to have worked.

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I got one of those, "hello we are your internet service provider and a number of files on your computer are infected" calls. It was a long day and I was tired of being nice. I had a 5 minute stretch there going and it was exhausting.

I started swearing at him about what a bunch of bullshit that all was.

He hung up on me.

Except I am not sure whether it was my swearing or the fact a car backfired twice at the same time. The car backfired again later on when I was talking to someone else and they dropped the phone because they thought a gun had gone off.  

I thought it was kinda dumb to drop it considering I don't think you can shoot someone over the phone but then this person went to Uni and everything so you can see how maybe a phone solicitor could be fooled.

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So ya, swear and shoot a gun off.

One of those two, or maybe the combo, works. Don't risk it by trying just one. Be safe. Do both.

They have never even called back and usually they phone in 3's when they get our number.

I am going to see if it works with mother in laws too.

I will report back.


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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

"Sorry" Is Probably Not Enough.

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Most days I sit at my computer and work on pictures I have taken.  I worry about so many things as I do this, just like we all do.

 

We log in, lovingly take out the avatar we have "crafted" over time.  We put on an outfit  that we shopped hours for, and paid for, accessorizing it with care.  We pose her and tweak the settings to get the shot we want.  Then we spend even more time in Photo Shop playing with a thousand options to produce the picture we end up using. 

 

I upload my picture, write my blog, and hit enter to publish it all onto the net.

 

As I work in Flickr, on Blogger, in Facebook and Google I am exposed to the work of many other people.  I am often inspired.  I recognize how much I still have to learn, but rather than feeling defeated, I try to use the excellence of others to inspire me.  I know it has been a long lonely journey for me to learn what I have and so I also try to take time to appreciate those who are beginning.  I can look pictures and see talent and promise, even with jagged lines.

 

I can appreciate the effort and talent of subject matter and technique that is not my own and not my preference. 

 

And every day I come across conversations of people laughing and ridiculing the efforts of others.  And as I read how critical they are of the subject matter, the way someone looks, the way they are dressed, the picture they produced ... I feel like crawling under my desk and taking my pictures down and offering my sincerest apology for even trying to do something I had not done before.

 

 Pablo Picasso said, "Every child is an artist.  The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up."
The adult artist is not allowed to learn their craft or to develop their own style.  I think there must be an Artist Secret society that sends out invitations to people.  I don't even think you have to be a great artist yourself to be part of the group, just willing to stab anyone else who even eyes the crayon box. 

 

I have never heard a non artist/photographer/blogger say "your work is crap" about the efforts made.  THAT condemnation seems to only come from the other artists/photographers/bloggers.   We like to eat our own.  Being an adult artist is like The Hunger Games but in this case the artists must kill one another in order to be fed.  An arrow through the heart might be the kinder way, but artists are made to suffer the slow death of ridicule that you do not draw your sun like they draw theirs. 

 

The entire nature of creativity, of art, is the different ways we see and interpret the world around us and yet it is exactly for that same reason that artists are destroyed. Daring to see things differently results in a resounding chorus from the gifted of "who do you think you are?"

 

So today I am on my third conversation where people pat each other on the back about how great their own efforts are and how terrible others are.  I have followed links, looked at pictures that I  have "liked,"  and heard them move from trashing the art, to trashing the person.  Evidently artists must look a certain way as well.  I realize I am also a "douche bag" who "tries too hard" and "has no talent" and I am seriously considering their important question of "why even bother?" because I am "just a waste of space."

 

Sorry that neither myself, nor my avatar are, or will ever be, perfect.

 

Sorry that my pictures are not done the way "real artists" do them.

 

Sorry that my trying is not good enough.

 

I spend a lot of time lately wishing I had appreciated my childhood a whole lot more.  At least you could grab a piece of paper, and open your crayon box and colour in spider suns, and people with misshapen heads and crooked smiles, and your mom was proud to put it on the fridge and pronounce it "the most beautiful picture ever."
 
 
Maybe I should just blog on my kitchen fridge.
 
 
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The Lies that Scar.

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Kids in the city had all the good toys and hence the role models and influence to send them on their way to success.

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They had McDonalds . . . we had Elsie Brownings tuna patty melt at the Curling Rink lunch counter. 
 
They had Mr. Potato Head ... we had potatos ... and carrots ... and other root vegetables. 
 
They had Barbie  . . .  we had the freaky looking doll with one eye that never closed in the sparkle crocheted dress that went over the toilet roll.
 
 
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Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to go out on a date and have him lift your skirt and find you have toilet rolls strapped to your thighs to make your dress poofy?

Would it have been that difficult for people to talk about crinolines and give us a fighting chance??

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

The Roaring Twenties are Much More Impactful When Experienced at 16.

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We did a Roaring Twenties play in high school.

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Most of the girls wanted to be the lead role and sing and dance and kiss the lead guy while many of the others wanted to be one of the "show girls" who danced at the club because of the costumes. I thought it was kinda short sighted on their part.

We had no idea who the lead guy was going to be.

Remember we were in a reality where the men were still heaving their chests and bouncing off one another, declaring themselves to be manly men, combining the crap out of those wheat fields and throwing steers in their spare time. None of those men were going to ever have make-up touch their face - at least not in public. THAT would happen years later when some kid discovered Grandpa's special closet and complete collection of Avon lipsticks, non flake mascara and Lee press on nails.

Once the male lead was bribed,  threatened, cast I think the girl who got the original lead, ended up having to "regretfully withdraw" from the role as her family had to go to her grandmother's funeral the week of the performances and they had a lot to plan ... not the least of which was packing Grandma's things and letting her know she was leaving. Before they got someone to take over from her the male lead had to sign an agreement that he would not eat pickled eggs or sadines for three weeks prior to the show, and he promised to bathe once a month ... and use soap.

Nope I wanted to be in charge of props, mainly the bootlegged liquor which I felt was important to create the realism of the era so we could "use this artistic opportunity to bring to light the important social issues highlighted by that period, and which should remain a concern to all of us good church going folk who despise alcohol and know that it is Satan's tool to lead the youth down a path or moral decay." (I got a standing ovation and an invite to the minister's house for Sunday dinner for that one.) My grandparents were never more proud.

Well ... they were until opening night ...

I know everyone thought we were going with apple juice for the liquor but where was the realism in that??

And besides, seeing the actual impact of alcohol on our youth is wayy more awe inspiring when they are trying to dance and remember their lines, and kiss one another, with spotlights and costumes and make-up.

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No-one is EVER going to forget that important lesson.

I was doing public service announcements long before television even thought about it.  I was doing it with a handful of people in a small school gymnasium where a guy named TED helped to lay the floor.

Do you even get the significance of that?

I did the first really impactful TED talk ... with theatre and prairie people as puppets.  And you people liked me without even knowing that.


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Saturday, August 10, 2013

Thing I Learned from Sunday School.

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I was big on being a Christian when I was going to Sunday School.

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I liked the stories, and figured some of them were like really cool and made perfect sense to me ... but then I tried re-enacting some of them, or proving them ... and that was when I realized they had maybe taken a little literary license for the sake of holding the readers interest, even though most people would argue they fail pretty miserably at that too. I guess it depends on how effective your Sunday School teacher is and whether they attended the Dale Carnegie course for Sunday School teachers or the Toastmasters for Jesus group.

Mine did.

I believed it all.

I mean I should point out that I also believed in dragons and fairies and mermaids. Mr. Disney seemed like a kind man, especially when he stood next to Mickey Mouse.

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But I have to tell you, making you "fishers of men . . . " like I even wore my broach I won for knowing all my Sunday School verses when I went fishing and I still just caught slimy stinky fish.

In fairness, maybe men evolved from Biblical times where they just could not hold their breath that long under water to wait for beautiful princesses to come fishing for them ... either that or they don't like worms ...


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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Maximizing the Shopping Experience.

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I spent most of yesterday shopping online.

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I was exhausted by the end of the day, all that clicking and looking and choosing and getting the credit card in and out ... whooooeeeee ... it was a tough tough day.

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I told hubby we are going to have seriously look at getting a food court set up in the house so that I can take a break and get something to eat on days like that.


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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Fire Flies - A Cautionary Tale.

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Not sure why anyone thought it was a good punishment to have children write essays on their misdeeds but yes that was considered the thing to do when I was a kid. Hence my famous "Thesis" on Fire Flies.

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You see I desperately wanted to see a fire fly.

All the fairy books had them in there. And princesses always had them hovering around them when they ran through the forest.

I wanted fire flies too.

It took me a while to figure out that fire flies do not fly in winter - because it would be nearly impossible to get off the ground in snow pants, and ski jackets, and toques, and mittens, and boots. So I concentrated on summer. I was a smart kid.

After several failed attempts to locate any, and having been recently versed in magic on account of my brother got a Merlin the Magician kit for his birthday and had been making money disappear ... I knew illusion could work. It would be years before I would learn that "magic" was not a legitimate defense for stealing on account of my brother was that convincing and always wore a top hat and a cape and carried a bunny. I figured if I could not see an actual firefly and get a picture, I could create my own and take a picture. It worked with Sasquatch AND I was desperate as I had bragged to all the kids at school that I was not actually like them, I was a fairy princess and that every night I flew with the fire flies. I told them I had an actual pet fire fly named "fluffy" and that we were inseperable.

I had to put up or shut up.

So I studied the pictures and got the mason jars, the live flies, matches, and my brother. I waited until dark, lit the flies on fire, put them in the jars and told him to run through the forest leaping and jumping holding the jar so I could get a picture.

I am not sure whether it was the flies screaming or my brother.

All I know is that the jars exploded, "Merlin" was unable to hold a rabbit for most of the summer, the flies took out a restraining order, and I had to write an essay.

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I wrote a pretty good essay. It was filled with sarcasm and a genuine lack of remorse.

I just think that it is pretty stupid to name them "fire flies" when there isn't supposed to be any fire. Talk about irresponsible . . . flies aren't even fire proof.


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Monday, August 5, 2013

Gift For a Neighbour.

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Our neighbour has an elaborate cage in their yard. It has been there for weeks but there is nothing in
it.

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It made me feel really sad.

I spent a lot of time thinking about this.

Maybe they have some religious belief that if you buy a cage and paint it bright red and put it out in the yard ... the animals will come. Or the Christmas in July Fairies are supposed to bring them. I mean that could be it and they just got lost, or are late, or can't tell time, or thier calendar got stuck together with hot chocolate and melted marshmallows...

When I finished crying, and I got a valium haze, the answer came to me. I can't tell you how many answers come once that haze happens. I have often thought, if only I had valium when I wrote my math tests. I am not sure I would have got a higher mark or anything ... but I would have felt a whole lot better about it, you know?

Anyway I wanted to surprise them when they got home and have lots of little animals in their cage. It would have been nice to put in some bunnies, or some gerbils, or even maybe like a small baby elephant ... but the pet store in town sucks.

Everyone loves homemade stuff best anyway right?

I was going to draw them pictures of animals and put them in there but then I thought that was being pretty cheapskate of me and you can hold onto a paper bunny and make it hop but if you happen to be in the bathtub when you are doing that and it drops ....the magic is just ... gone.

So I gathered up some ants on a leaf and I carried them over there and put them in the cage. I named the cute one "Fluffy." They seemed to really like their new home and I thought the neighbours could really enjoy watching them grow and play.

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I went back just now to check on them because the neighbours will be home soon and I wanted to make sure they were behaving ... all that was there was a dead leaf.

No ants.

I guess it is true that you can't keep your loved ones safe all the time.

They are going to have to buy a better cage before they can have anymore pets.


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