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December 26, 2005

It is funny how inanimate objects can effect your attitude and view of yourself. One look at the ceramic cauldron and the emerald, glass goblet that are tucked among my books, and I am flooded with memories of meals / gatherings at granma's house. Feelings of power, awe, and peace color their use now. Blankets and teddy bears induce the need to curl up and hibernate. Some objects can morph and adapt...the thoughts and feelings attached to them changing as needed. Some objects can't.

My messenger bag has been my security blanket. It is a symbol of a funky academic chic that is making her way in the world. Lately, I have been encountering situations where I have been more frustrated by the bag than happy with it. A small, black, cute, and somewhat funky purse has joined the household. Now, both bag and purse sit beside the door. I'm not sure which will find a daily use and which will be left to specific situations. The bag feels more like me. The purse looks like the me I am aiming for.

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December 24, 2005

I am a product of my environment. One of the most special things in my memory is Christmas. Music has always been a part of Christmas. Church, carols, school, and family...I can and do associate particular songs with each. Every year when I hear these songs, a flood of happy feelings and memories come back. Lady and Elvis' Blue Christmas are forever entwined, Jake and the childish "Jingle Bells Batman Smells" will always be together. It is no surprise that my personal holiday soundtrack is the combination of americana/folk and children's popculture...John Denver and the Muppets*.






I know that I posted this last christmas, but this song is my favorite from the album.


Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas Tree
who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
He liked icicles and snow.

He liked wolves and eagles and grizzly bears
and critters and creatures that crawled
Why bugs were some of his very best friends
Spiders and ants and all.

Now that's not to say that he ever looked down
on the vision of twinkling lights
Or on mirrored bubbles and peppermint canes
And a thousand other delights

And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
and a jolly old man and a sleigh full of toys
and presents and wonderful things
And the story of Christmas Day

Oh, Alfie believed in Christmas all right
He was full of Christmas cheer
All of each and every day
and all throughout the year

To him it was more than a special time
much more than a special day
It was more than a beautiful story
It was a special kind of way

You see, some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring
And they've never heard of Santa Claus
They've never heard the story of the son of God
And that made Alfie pause.

Did that mean that they'd never know of peace on earth
or the brotherhood of man
Or know how to love, or know how to give
If they can't...no one can.

You see, life is a very special kind of thing
not just for a chosen few
But for each and every living breathing thing
Not just me and you

So in your Christmas prayers this year
Alfie asked me if I'd ask you
Say a prayer for the wind, and the water, and the wood
And those who live there, too.

~John Denver~


Blessed Yule, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakuh, Happy Holidays, Joyful Kwanza, Merry Sunday! (Pick your own)


*Thank you again Mick and Red

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December 23, 2005

I just couldn't let that picture be the last before christmas. Instead, I found you a lovely short, short story curtesy of espressostories.com.

Sadist's Christmas #2
Yosef Bar-on

Instead of Mistletoe, Harvey hung bunches of Poison Ivy all over the doorway.

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December 22, 2005

I have no words to describe this Christmas photo of the Pope...






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December 21, 2005

Yay for crack....er...christmas spirit! I am currently adorned with a red nose and felt antlers. So much fun!!!

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December 20, 2005

Last post for short attention span Tuesday


I was found by a small (3 ft) artificial christmas tree. Since I have a few ornaments 'n stuff, I decided to decorate. The corner of my apartment is happy and festive now. Although, I do believe there are more lights than there is tree.


~bouncy bouncy ~

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I have songs from Nightmare Before Christmas stuck in my head!

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My toes are cold....but only on one foot. Is that odd?

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Welcome to short attention span Tuesday!


This is possibly the happiest christmas-y drink around! All the egg-nog flavor without the scary "mmmmm salmonella shake" issues. Go find it now...enjoy a cup full of Christmas.





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December 18, 2005

You Are Dancer

Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance.

Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer.

Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly.

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December 15, 2005

For days I've been driving past a little island of christmas lights. Nestled between two parking lots, and a couple busy roads is a small memorial park. Here the decoration commitee has chosen to place the city's christmas tree. Unfortunately, the commitee's designers gave their best efforts to the bridge. On first sight it is almost as if they were afraid of the evergreen trying to run away.






Happy Holidays! Anyone up for a little tree bondage? Sadly, the ropes of lights and the knotted star are the only decorations.






If you look closely at the background decorations, you can see one of my favorite displays. Along the edge of the park is a stand of palm trees that has been turned into candycanes.

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December 11, 2005

Every once in a while there is a scene that knocks me for a loop...in a good way. It won't be any more or less intense, fun, energetic, or interesting than any other, but it will slide under my skin. It will find THAT spot. The energy release that comes is amazing! It's something close to giving a spazmonkey a magical sedetive - one that allows them to function fully, but still just chill. Immediately after the scene, my blood sings and even the lightest of touches can be too much. Later, my fidgets take a night or two...or a couple weeks...off. I stop emoting energy at hyper-active frequencies. Nerdygirl was witness to one of these moments. In fact, I believe she thanked Griffin for weeks, when she saw him next. Goddess, I love this feeling! My baseline is such a wonderful place...relaxed, comfortable, and open. Don't make something naughty out of that, ya pervs!

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December 04, 2005







In case you are curious...I covet these...in black. If someone can find them for me, I will adore you...and them...for a long long time!

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December 03, 2005

A sign that my semi-secret kink side is feeling neglected:

I ran into a desk corner, Friday. I've spent most of the day poking the light bruise...trying to make it hurt a bit.

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December 01, 2005






December 1 -- World AIDS Day

Educate yourself.

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