Here's some Christmas Creep for you.
Bah Humbug:
Buy Nothing Christmas (Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping)
Alternatives to cut Christmas Trees
Something for your Festivus needs
Dear Santa letter generator (NSFK) Not safe for kids
A Santa by any other name:
Holiday Helpers:
The Yule Cat, Jolakotturinn
The Yule Goat, Julbock or Julbukk
Other:
As you may remember I am sick. I have a cold. At least I'm about 99% sure that it's nothing more than your garden-variety, run of the mill common cold -- you know cough, low-lying malaise, and all the good mucus that comes with the cold. I don't have a fever or sore throat or anything else like that.
What I have is a cough. A pretty steady, annoying cough. My cough is legendary. It frightens small children and woodland creatures. When I cough it comes from my pelvis and sounds like I'm trying to expel the barking dogs of hell from my lungs. It is loud and deep and sounds painful. Hell, it is painful.
But it's just a cold, even if it sounds like death.
So on Wednesday night, I'm sitting in class coughing. Once my teacher arrived he made a crack about how he was so happy to see a few of us (four of us were in class already yapping) because so many people had called in sick. I told him, between gasps, that I was pondering going home too. "No," he said, bugging his eyes. "You have to say or they're be nobody here to talk."
I stayed.
About two minutes into class, one of my classmates pulls on a mask. "That's because of you," The Comedian who makes me want to punch people in the throat said.
"I just really can't get sick," Mask said. "I mean, really can't. It would be catastrophic."
I was stunned. I didn't know what to do besides sit there awkwardly and blush. Part of me thought I should leave. I don't want to cause a catastrophe. Part of me thought she should leave. If you're that worried about getting sick what are you doing mixing with the general, unclean public? Besides, I'm pretty sure that I picked up this cold from The Loft since everyone else I know is healthy.
What would you have done?
Yesterday I went alone to do the shopping. I do this once out of maybe every eight times, so it was kind of a thing.
Obsession—Animotion
Never Let Me Down Again—Depeche Mode
Let Me Into Your Life—The Beat
The Last Day Of Summer—The Cure
Still Breathing—Duran Duran
Girlfriend In A Coma—The Smiths
Down With Love—Bobby Darin
Subbacultcha—Pixies
Fugue (Trilogy)—Emerson, Lake & Palmer (whoops, their music shouldn't be on a playlist I'd shuffle!)
It's kind of an indie movie thing; obsession and longing and craving and then doom, basically. Don't know what that would tell me, so, all righty then.
I love the OUTDOOR GIRLS series books by Laura Lee Hope.
I found two (non-fiction) books that might have been read by the girls and boys of Deepdale, had they (the boys and girls of Deepdale I mean...) been real:
On The Trail, An Outdoor Book for Girls
and Camping for Boys
If I can't live one hundred years ago - and I do wish I could, I can still wish my friends and I could take a month off and camp out like this:
At the start of the day I thought I knew what today's "Note From The Universe" meant and I laughed out loud at its perfect timing and choice of words.
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However, at the end of this day, I am less certain what it means than when the day started.
But it is Friday the 13th and perhaps it's time to think some entirely new thoughts.
The Universe is looking out for me. I just need to keep listening.
A neighbor found a kitten in her woodpile, another neighbor thought it might be my cat and got me. Of course it was not mine, but I got to find out what one does here when one finds a cat. AND I got to meet a neighbor who is MY AGE! Nancy, who found the cat is awesome and 55. She and I hit it off. She like me finds animals and helps them to find new owners.
I took the cat to my sis's animal clinic and they checked it out, fed it, gave it shots and tests and have it under observation for the weekend. On monday I'll "drop in" and see if I want this new little girl cat or if I feel she should go to another family. (likely)
There, I snagged Beanie, Barb's dog for a playday with Nym. Beanie and Nym played ALL day and into the night.
My sis and Mark came to dinner and I finally got to cook for them. Mexican was the theme including intense margarita's. We all plan on going for a motorcycle ride tomorrow!
I found the "STATE" store and stocked up on liquor. :-)
It's all good. It really is.
What's the oldest article of clothing you own? Bonus points if you show us a photo!
There goes Vox, reading my mind again.
I have a pair of gray sweatpants I bought right before I moved to California from Colorado, that was 11 years ago.
They now stay up with the help of a safety pin since the waistband elastic has long since gone and they never had a string. And there is a big air-conditioning run/rip in them right up the back seam.
I have another pair of sweatpants, but I always reach for those old ratty ones I bought while shopping with the only friend I made in Denver... May be that's I why I keep hanging on to them.... one good memory in a 9 month* long nightmare.
*9 months was the time I was in Denver, May to November. It's almost time for my get the hell out of Denver Anniversary. I got the hell out on Thanksgiving Day, and I've never been so thankful to leave a place... but I still wear those ratty sweatpants all of the time.
How will you use technology or the Internet to help you plan and prepare this year’s Thanksgiving feast?
Sponsored by LifeScoop: Bringing You Tips for a Connected Lifestyle.Just a second ago I was looking at the shopping list I posted here on Vox last year, and thought to myself, hey, it's only 2 weeks away. I wonder if Vox is asking a question about Thanksgiving?
So there you go.
it's not easy living with me, I know. I'm the moodiest of critters, too often curled mollusk-like into my own shell, betimes bemoaning this or that or the whole kit n caboodle of my lot, tending to place blame for dissatisfactions wholesale on geography. poor chicago, it's not to blame for my malaise, ultimately. but I can sure make it sound like it. to live with me is to attend an ongoing litany of plaint (hi, een) and confected concoctions of how fabulous it would be to move elsewhere in one direction or another-- now closer to my family, now nearer friends, then away overseas, or what about just striking out behind the wheel across this great nation, no agenda, cameras and gazetteers in hand?
I ordered new carpet today for all the bedrooms and Ben's office.
They will start on Tues. By then I should also have received the guest bedroom furniture and Ben's office furniture!
Once the carpet is in , and furniture put together and in place I'LL BE DONE!
Well, I'll still have things I'll want to add to the house, but we will be waiting till spring to do those since they are all outside!
Photos will follow carpet and furniture - I promise.
