With postage having gone up as much as it has here, I decide to only send out a few Christmas cards, just to the elderly in my family circles. With the amount of cards I used to send out, it would have cost me $60 just to mail them this year. That's a little bit insane, in my opinion.
So for those of you who always receive a Christmas card, it's not that I wasn't thinking about you. I was, I am and I still do. It's just that I couldn't justify spending that much cash on stamps when I'm in touch with people online one way or another anyway.
Hopefully you don't feel neglected by me. My guilty conscious couldn't live with that.
Maybe I didn't do college up right. I only remember one bender party, at my friend Janet's house where I invited a friend who hooked up with Janet's brother... I think. That was when my Mellencamp CD went missing. So when I pulled up to the college yesterday to go get something from the bookstore there with my mom, opened my car door and saw this polished off bottle of Crown Royal, I had to chuckle. Of course, it was photo worthy. But it did make me wonder why my college going experience wasn't full of this. My sister's was, and I participated in a few of her *events*... under age. I think I was one of those people who got it out of my system early.
Then there was this. I took this photo a few weeks ago. I wondered what on earth could have caused the metal to bend in that one corner. It was so hot here this summer that the blinds literally melted off the front bedroom window in my house (seriously), but surely the sun couldn't melt a corner of metal! LOL. It's just weird because it's just the bottom one. It wouldn't have been installed that way, surely.
Enjoy your day. If you see something eye catching, let me know about it!
Why do people use "balls" in sayings that express disappointment? For example: "That sucks balls!" or "Holy shit balls, man!" combined with unmistakable looks of horror, terror or plain old disgust on their faces. I mean, I hear it all the time. And when I do, I just think... "who set the bar for these sorts of sayings? That guy must have been really disturbingly unhygienic..."
Because to me, balls are pretty great. They're lovely to play with, toy with, tantalize, and taste. They're fun, they're a pleasing shape, a wonderful size. They swell, they contract, they respond to a woman's touch (which is quite exciting). They make a pretty nifty holding case for something equally exciting. I mean, who gave balls a bad wrap, anyway?
So from now on, I say we change the expression. Let the saying "That's Balls!!" mean something excellent or that of divine nature instead of something to grimace at. And let the owners of said balls carry them proudly and not have to lug around this *shame* that's associated with having them. I say let's all exclaim: "Thank goodness for balls!"
Balls are great.
Unless, of course, they are kept filthy, dirty, shitty, or overly hairy and smelly.. or sweaty. Those balls aren't great.
This is the nicest thing anyone has ever written to me on a Christmas card. Plus, the card was specially selected because of the scene on it. It's black and white with tasteful glitter highlights, and it's a wintry forest scene with a thawing stream running through it. It's quite beautiful. I don't usually keep cards once the reason to celebrate is over, for more than a week or two, but this is one I might just have to keep forever. Inside it says:
"Julie, you are just a blessing in my life. Your kind heart, talent, patience with everything you do makes me aspire to be a better person. It's been a good year, but with that came some heavy hearts and challenges. You have shown your inner strength in abundance. Thank you for all you do. Merry Christmas and may all your dreams come true in 2015. Love Nicole"
That's something special.
Also, every year that I've live in this house, I've made sure to give cards and a little treat to all my immediate neighbours (yes, even the crappy people who used to live next door). This year, I'm feeling less like doing so. So, isn't it ironic that two of my neighbours spoiled me with chocolates and cards that expressed what a wonderful neighbour I am?! I can't eat the chocolates, but I have to say, it feels nice when the universe finally lets you experience some of the goodness back that I've been trying my hardest to spread for so long.
Recently, I made a print of the Schultz Family Farm at a local printing company. It took them twice to get the print right, and even after the second time, there were lots of touch ups I needed to do to it. I printed it on a nice thick card stock paper and touched it up with my artist pens. Actually, the one on paper might even look nicer than the original on canvas. The image can be seen by scrolling down, it's the farm pic with the windmill in it. So there we go. I'm not sure anyone else will ever want to buy a print, but I've officially sold one of my pieces of artwork, so I'm officially adding "Artist" to my repertoire. :)
Here's my newest ink on canvas. This time, I used some cool grey's at different opacities. I'm not sure I love the blue undertones they produced, but Thor seems to think it still looks good. I'd like to get some "warm grey" tones, so I'll have to go back to the art store and see if they sell them. It took 12.5 hours, I think. It went together quickly. It's 11x14. I think it went together to fast because I didn't have to fool around with waiting for my pens to dry out to get different shades of grey. I guess having the right things to do artwork with matters. I'm still learning.
As always, this is copyright 100% to me, only me. Thank you for respecting that!
I used to blog about whatever the heck I wanted to and never censor myself. Recently, I reminisced with a friend about how nice it was to be able to say anything in blogland and not worry about consequences. So in honor of that, here's my post for the day.
This morning, I think I lost a pound, just because of the amount of poop that I got rid of. In this house, poop is, and always has been, a big topic. It's something to celebrate and talk about and monitor. I know, that might sound gross, but for my whole adult life, I've had issues pooping. Finally when I got diagnosed with thyroid cancer, I understood why I've been constipated for years and years. My oncologists told me that thyroid function directly correlates to bowel movement production and elimination. I bet you didn't know that! So, having an issue with my thyroid and not knowing about it all those years meant some serious issues in that area.
Now that I don't have a thyroid at all, I depend heavily on my synthesized thyroid meds. It's a major relief, pun intended, to be able to say that for the most part, they seem to be doing the trick. Before, when I was relying on my real thyroid, it didn't matter how much fiber I ate or how much water I drank, my system just didn't know what to do. Now I still have some issues from time to time, but it's so much better and such a life changer. I mean, nothing really compares to the feeling of emptying your intestinal tract and colon, don't you agree? You feel lighter, less puffy, less sluggish, less bloated... you have a sense of really accomplishing something. Well, if you're me, you do.
So I will continue to high five myself after having a poop. Yes, I will. I will continue to look at myself in my bathroom mirror from my perch on the throne and give myself the recognition that having an awesome bowel movement deserves. Way to go, Jules... Way. To. Go.
So who really gives a shit? I do.
And you should too!