Clouds and Husband

Things I love this Thursday?

I love when the clouds look so big that you could eat them.
I love when the sky is so blue you could drink it.

I love when my husband and I are on an adventure.
I love when all of these things happen at once, just as they are supposed to.

This is what I love....

edited to add:
oh and this quote is making me smile today...
"Shangri-La is in you mind, but your Buffalo is not." from an article that has my head spinning about words and language, communication and travel.

Pinwheel, pinwheel spinning around...

Does anyone else remeber that song from a show on Nickelodeon?
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I feel like I am spinning right now- a little dizzy from the work week and prep for our trip. A little dizzy from teaching 4 classes in 3 days. A little dizzy just because that is how I am feeling lately.

I am looking forward to the therma-rest pad and the camp stove. Looking forward to the hiking boots and the tank tops. The the colors of the desert and the sand dunes...
to the magical energy that death valley holds.


Taken last Sunday on April 1st while strolling around downtown with Urban Climber and Andy.

There were hundreds of pinwheels stuck in the grass outside the Pioneer Center. despite the shiny goodness of it all in person, this shadow shot is one of my favorites from the day.

The new camera came yesterday. A few things missing (wide angle lens, car charger, and extra battery, big tri-pod) according to "Tommy" the things are on their way. I had a sinking feeling that we just handed over a pile of cash and got hosed, but I am going to keep telling that feeling to hush and know that those goodies are on the way.

sumpin' new

I promise to have some new stuff on my flickr page after this weekend... I went to upload last night and well, the husbandman had the magic cord that coaxes the pictures in the camera to move their way onto the computer screen. Said husbandman didn't get home until 10:30 pm last night and I was long into dream land by that point.

(Apples and Bikes, taken in Seattle June '06)

I have been thinking that I want to start making cards with my photos. To sell. Am I crazy? can I get some of you to help me pick out your favorites? Good ones to make into a product. I have some favorites, but I think I am emotionally attached to some and see things differently because, hmm, because I was there. So I would love some help, some constructive criticism. Whatcha think? (head over to my photos and add a note to those you think worth of such a project)

The other reason I will have new stuff on my flickr page after this weekend is that we (Mr. Noodle and I) will be meeting up with Urban Climber for a downtown photo hunt.
I think we need to do a Reno Flickr meet up- or a Photo Treasure hunt downtown this summer, wouldn't that be a hoot?

Lots of yoga in store for this weekend... And on Monday I am meeting up with a friend to swam yoga knowledge. She does Acro Yoga and I am so excited to do some flying.

Heading towards the light...

when you get comments like I have been getting the past two posts I know that there is light. (thank you all for your amazing words and comments)


when you have a good walk and talk and dinner with your longest time friend and lunches at home with one of your newest friends, you know that there is light.


when you get up and go teach yoga at 7:30am to a 70-something year old woman who can still get into triangle pose, you know that there is light.

Thank you Thank you Thank you
For all the light in my life. You all have touched me and I feel the light coating my heart, I feel the light shining from within and I feel the light expanding across the skies, and the heavens.
Thank you Thank you Thank you

so little..

there seems to be so little time to squeeze it all in, and yet what is time really? It is something we can manipulate just by turing the hands forward on a clcok if you really think about it.
The week after day light savings change happens always throws me. Plus I taught a yoga class at 615am on Thursday and so my internal clock is realy wacko.
Driving to class yesterday I saw the most beautiful cresent moon rising, huge and beautiful. That made it all worth it.

I have all sorts of amazing news this week.
there is a pumpkin seed growing in my best friend's belly, she has "ultrasonic" proof.
there is a diamond on my other bestfriend's finger, she has a tan line from Mexico as proof.

all this makes me want to cry. in a good way.
I am looking forward to a massage tonight, yoga tomorrow and sunday (three hours on sunday) and hopefully a walk with E to hear the proposal story and to get blinded by the new bling on her finger...

ahh, time...

Photobooth Friday 2-23--07

It has been awhile...


First, thanks everyone for such sweet Valentine's Day wishes. We had a nice one and we are gearing up for hubby's birthday next week now that the day of love has come and gone.

I decided to take a week off from blogging because I am trying to simplify- I am also really needing to stop checking and updating blog/flickr all the friggin' time. It is one of the worst habits I have ever gotten into- can you all just stop being so interesting for me? (do you like how I pushed that over to being all of your faults?). I am trying to really evaluate where I spend my time, how I spend my time and with whom I spend my time.

Looking to just cut back a little in all areas so that I feel a little more grounded is all I really need.

We spent the long weekend lounging around the house together. We got our new GI-NORMOUS television (42 inches of hd insanity people- I try not to watch, but there it is...) and a dish, and a receiver, and a ton of speakers that are all over the living room. I sat most of the weekend and enjoyed the spectacle that is cable. We have been living cable free for the past 5 years. We would watch anything that would come through via the rabbit ears and lots of coaxing of the "12 inch wonder" (no not that "wonder" tee hee)...

I made pancakes and ate lots of soup all weekend. (hubby was sick and I was trying to not become that way.)
This photo is my ode to 3191, cuz I get up early too...

I worked on some knitting (skateycakes, that hat I was working on with you has been ripped and re-ripped and finally re-rolled into a neat little ball for another project-)I also finished two pairs of "wide-legged lounge pants". A pair of crazy red and flowers for me (I will try and get a picture this weekend, since I am living in them I am sure it won't be hard to do) The second pair was given (sans pictures) to a dear friend who is about 3 1/2 months "with child" and is quickly finding that she hates to wear elastic pants or the pregnant woman option- these were prefect.

I did make it to the booth last Thursday after yoga class- I used the $ I had found in the parking lot the week previous... It was good fun. there was a family waiting on the other side of the booth, two little girls cracking up at the faces I was making while sitting solo. I wish I could have got them to jump in there with me.


I look forward to another weekend home- this time friends from Portland coming down to see us.Wish me luck in not sending our guest in to an allergy attack due to a rouge gluten ingredient (ack!)...
Happy Friday everyone... for more booth action head on over here.

soggy

This weekend has been soggy, sloshy, wet and grey.
I couldn't be happier about it.
It has been raining since Friday.
Everything is damp, the pond in the back yard has grown and the ice in it has become a mini glacier.

I saw a double rainbow yesterday.
The dog got to play with a 1 year old and cracked me up the entire time, she also got to hang out with her favorite pit-bull/beagle and get muddy. (which means she got a bath too)
I got to visit with my mom and she made pesto (oh, the pesto).
I found a fabulous wee rocking chair at the thrift store along with some great
pillow cases,
knitting needles and
zippers.
Several things on my list have been checked off.
I pulled the "Creativity" card today from my stack of Angel Cards.
I am eating french toast and my Mukkah made the best froth ever today.
I am in my favorite ORANGE (Cal-Trans style) sweatshirt.
The sun keeps playing peak-a-boo with the earth.
Everything is soggy, sloshy, wet and grey (oh and maybe a bit greener too).

Release and non-photobooth friday

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I don't have a booth picture to share. I did find $6 in the parking lot yesterday (all ones) on my way in to teach yoga though. I think that is a sign that I need to get my booty to the boothy this weekend. Maybe I can drag the Mama in with me? what say you lady? (I know you read this).

I didn't have anyone show up for class last night(again). But I did take a bit of time to do my own practice while I was there. It felt wonderful. As I was in a posture that I have a love/hate relationship with I felt something shift. I felt myself let go. I went deeper into it than I have ever let myself- actually folding forward over my legs instead of just holding on and sweating out the sensation. When I did this the tears came. They were unaccompanied by sobs, just tears. As my mind shifted into being okay to be in the posture, I too became okay with something that I have been holding on to- I have no idea what that something was, but it was there and I felt not only my body shift but my emotions and my mind- THIS IS WHY I PRACTICE I heard myself say to myself.
The tears were refreshing and wonderful. I totally just let myself be in it.
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I have all sorts of good intentions for the weekend:
* re-arrange the bedroom, feng-shui it, if you will
* spend some good time in the craft room
* make a mix cd
* practice yoga (at home or at a studio)
* get to the booth
* sweep/mop/vacuum
* walk the dog
* get to the post office, or at least get things prepped to go to the PO on Monday
* take a nap in the sun
* go see a movie, alone (eat popcorn)
* go to the craft store for some supplies
* hang up the photos I got from JesC
* not get hung up with the fact that this list is probably too long to actually complete in 48 hours...
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"Waiting" PV Mexico- waiting for our stand by flight. Taken by Mr. Noodle prior to the Mr (actually we had just started dating at this point)

For some real photo booth love head on over to flickr (click)

Thursday Love

here we are, back to Thursday again. This week has been a bit of a roller coaster for me. I found myself at home sleeping most of the day on Monday- A bit of a mental holiday if you will. I needed some down and out time. A bit of time to sleep and snuggle with the dog. A bit of time to go sit on the couch with my mom and have some hot tea and talk and get my requisite hugs for the week.
On Tuesday I felt refreshed and ready to take on the world again. This weekend is promising to be filled with time in the craft room and some chores- which is okay because doing chores sometimes helps me re-group. I am also hoping for a bit of time in the yoga studio, as a student instead of a teacher. I have one more week of my Tues/Wed. classes and then a break. Which I think is much needed.

So what do I love this week? Hmmm, how bout some old pictures? but of something that makes me smile and dream?

I love the way the sky in Reno looks when the clouds are just right around the mountains and the sun plays with the the color spectrum. I love the way the desert smells after a good rain. All that sage and ozone.

These pictures weren't taken in Reno, but in a small little town near Tonopah (click the word for more), NV -which is about halfway between Reno and Las Vegas.
At one point Belmont was the county seat for Nye County- there is still the jail house and a few really amazing buildings in the town along with the remnants of the mining days. It was a booming place at one point due to the mining industry. Today there are about 5 year round residents.

There is a bed and breakfast, a bar called Dirty Dick's, a fantastic jewelry shop called Sticks and Stones, and a few characters that will make you smile and laugh.

I head out to Belmont in the summer time with my mom for a week long class in painting(water color).

I love it. Being so far away from "everything" reminds me how small I am in the universe.

How many stars there are in the night sky, and just how good it feels to slow down because there is nothing to do but paint and take pictures and "see". (oh and maybe a little eating and drinking of good food too!)
These photos were taken with my much neglected film SLR. they are a bit grainy because of the transfer from film to digital format. It was also raining in a few of these shots, not to mention the fact that the light in the desert is intense- so all of that added to a really interesting color and feel.

Quite Through Tunnel

I am currently in the process of developing a new thought process. Trying at each moment to be positive. To catch myself when my thoughts and my words come out in a negative manner, either about myself or about someone else. I have come to realize I have no real control over things- but I can make choices to help shape an out come. There is a subtle difference, and it has taken me a long time to sink into realizing what that difference is.



Part of this is a practice of ahisma- it is my yoga practice that I carry on throughout the day. I might not find myself in down dog or virabadrasan I each day, but I can start to make my record skip on positive words and thoughts.

So I am being quite through the tunnel of transformation- instead of screaming and honking as I walk through the darkness towards the new light. I look and see the white tiles along the walls of the tunnel and see that sometimes clean and shiny walls, and sometimes I see graffiti sprayed messages.

Neither one is better than the other, it is just nice to notice and see the sights as I go...

~~~EDITED TO ADD~~~
and because it is FRIDAY and since everyone else seems to be posting there "very firsts", and because I haven't hit the booth in awhile, AND because we are TRYING, yes TRYING to get the baby "mojo" flowing in this body of mine (there I said it)(yes, you read that right-can some of you beautiful, pregnant woman come over and rub my belly so that I can get a little o' the babe luck up in this joint?)
I give you this very wonderful, hyserical and classic photobooth strip of Andy and his 'rents at a most adorable age...

now get on over to Hula's for some more action from the back section.
(I am so having a rap off right now with Angelaand that was just for her- name it girl, name it.)

TILT 1-25-06

I must say, when I visit San Fran I often get totally overwhelmed by the humanity and the chaos and all of it. I want to look at everything, take it all in and then I realize that I have taken in too much. Like a sponge that has reached the point of total absorbtion I can't hold any more stimuli. This weekend's trip was no exception. I wound up with a head ache right behind my eye. But I rallied and downed some water and an Alieve and was good to go.

One of the best things I saw this weekend was a few guys in the middle of Union Square holding up signs stating "FREE HUGS" and it brought me back. I didn't get a chance to get my free hug, but just seeing this made me feel like I was a person again... hugs do that to a me- they remind me of my love of personal contact, one on one converstaion and love.
I am a hugger. It is just how I was raised. We hug and often time give big old kisses to each other (this by the way totaly caught my man off gaurd the first time hanging with the fam).

What can I say.
But doesn't giving someone your energy and you taking theirs feel so amazing?

Today's TILT is dedicated to all you people out there that I can't hug because you live somewhere far away- but know that my arms are wrapping 'round ya and I am giving you a squeeze- oh and this ain't no "butt poking out" kinda hug(you know what I mean, the fake kind, the I am not sure if I want to touch you kind), this is a full contact- full energy kinda hug- MMMMM!

doing less

Because so many of you responded to this post (Thanks by the way, for all of your responses, encouragement and sharing that you feel quite similar to the way I was feeling the other day.)I thought I would share a link to something that showed up in my in-box today. I love when things like this come to me, as if I had asked for them personally.

Oh, and speaking of things that "came to me"... I found a message in a bottle this weekend.
Yes, I did.
And here is what the message said,
"To the beholder of this letter: Love is the most powerful thing in the Universe. Only worthy of all that can give it. If you have the power don't keep it to yourself.
Give Give Give
I LOVE YOU, Andrew and Rose..."
The note was in Grolsh bottle of beer, crumpled and slightly burnt on the edges... the girls kept telling me there was just a wrapper in there, but I saw the little burnt edges and wanted it to be more- to have a message. I love this type of thing. Perfect- you have to open your eyes and take a moment to see things for more then they appear sometimes.

Where am I

I have been busy with work and teaching again this week.
I like that I haven't had much time to get on line, it is somehow refreshing. Has anyone else found that the more they look at blogs and the insane amount of creativity going on the more they feel like everyone else must be living in a different dimension? I mean when do these people find the time to create such amazing things, take such awesome photographs, birth such beautiful babies and still have a roof over their heads?

I am okay with it all, it is just sometimes I am truly amazed at what others are doing out there... am I just a bad time manager? hmm... how can you really manage time - Think about that statement for a second, go ahead I will wait....... time just keeps going, no matter what you do.


On Sunday I swung by JoAnne's fabrics for a bit of a fix. I have been wanting to make the pants from this awesome book, but needed a bit more fabric than I currently have at home. I thought about piecing together some of the fabric scraps I had, but decided for the first time around and because I am still learning to sew, I would go the easier route.
The fabric sits in the plastic bag on my craft room floor, untouched but not forgotten.... I will snap a few photos when I can get a bit of sun light. I really liked the colors I found and think these will sew up pretty easily.

I am getting more and more excited about my weekend get away with the girls.

There is talk of photobooths, dim sum, shopping, spa-ing, and bar hopping. I will have camera in tow and crisp dollar bills just in case we find a booth or two.

Andy and I have been cooking like crazy the past few days- I love being in the kitchen with him.



chopping, rinsing, giggling and snacking. He is quite the cook/baker and it is something we are finding that we really enjoy doing together. It is nice when that happens. Such a good way to spend the time we have after work together.

That sums it up kids. not much else going on here at the Noodle House.
- I promise to have loads of photos when I return next week.

Blur...

The week flew past in a blur.

Work was busy. Consultants, server conversions (when did I become an IT nerd?), deadlines and lots of phone calls from parents and the public. Teaching yoga after work got me home around 7:30 or 8 every night. Andy was equally as busy. He was up late writing staff reports and preparing for next week, which is a big one for him at work.



The new yoga classes went well. Thanks for all your kind words and encouragement!
I am thoroughly enjoying the use of my Christmas presents in class.
I have three enthusiastic 5 year olds and their mothers in my parent/child class. They make me laugh and I am looking forward to using the book, "The Giving Tree" next week to guide our practice. I love all the giggles and the excitement to pretend and make believe. When do we loose this gift? Do we keep it but just stuff it down? I wonder.... (actually been doing a lot of this kind of wondering lately... How can I bring in my imagination, playfulness and "self" back to my world every day? Working with these little humans is so good for me.)



The adult classes were both really great as well. I have groups who are not afraid to ask questions, and that is really great since I don't always know if I am making sense up there in front of the room. I have all levels and even some guys in the both the classes, which is really great. What I love most is that I leave class refreshed and re-inspired, something I hadn't expected after teaching (the inspired part, yes- the refreshed part, no).



We finally took down the tree and other holiday garb yesterday. (yes, I know. But I am not super woman and I don't have the time or the drive to always spend my weekends doing chores.) We also had a great dinner last night with friends and got to hang out with a two year old who loved Andy- I haven't seen him laugh so hard or turn that red in a long time. It was pretty cute.
Today was a sleep in day- I actaully stayed in bed until 9- a small miracle and tribute to how exhausted I am right now. It is lounge city here at the the Noodle House.

It is a short week coming up- what with tomorrow a holiday and Friday I take off from work and leave for a splendid weekend with 5 of my girls from high school. It should be a riot. We are headed to San Fran for choas , shopping and girl time. 4 of us are driving from Reno/ Nevada City and the other two are flying up from LA. I can hardly wait.
Road trips rock especially when they are with girls that you have know for so long and can be incredibly silly with.... lets hope the weather cooperates - the less snow the better.
Photos taken last April, on the beach in Cayucos, CA.
I am trying to pull from the archives, I realized how many photos I have that I need to look at again...

PS there is something fun going on. Wanna play? Check what Stacie has come up with now.

Full of nerves

Today is an ironic day...
We spent last night watching this basketball game. It was intense and I was over stimulated by the time I got home. I made some tea and managed to shatter it and spill the cup and all the boiling contents on myself. I had eatten crap before the game and my tummy was all a jitter. And to top it off I knew I had things to prepare for today, and had pushed them aside. Why do we do that to ourselves?
So today I am full of nerves because I start teaching once again. The irony is that I am teaching yoga, so nerves and ego should be peeled away. I should feel calm and collected about the whole thing. But I am not. I am nervous. I think it is because I am doing a Parent/Child class. I have taught adults and I am all good with that, but kids? What have I signed myself up for?
I keep telling myself that I will have a blast (which I know I will) but it is going to be SO DIFFERENT then adults. The room will be full of energy and imagination that isn't always present in the room when it is full of adults (sorry adults, we just don't have it like the kiddos do).

Will the class I have construted be entertaining?
Will it keep their attention for the entire hour and a half?
Will they be willing to play and learn?
Yes, they are kids, of course they will.
I am using an old book of mine that is all about space ... What could be bad? Outterspace is fun. Weightlessness and floating? The mystery of it all that is above us and the idea that it is our "Last Frontier".

I am sure that what ever happens I will become more flexible (flexing the mind is almost more important than flexing the body, in my opinion). I will learn so much today starting at 4:30pm. I bet I will learn more about myself and about yoga then the kids/parents will. But isn't that how it goes? The teacher learns more than the students?

So here is to being a teacher, here is to becoming more flexible, here is to LEARNING...

(these photos were taken about 2 or 3 years ago at Joshua Tree National Park, earl July (HOT people HOT) on our way to San Diego)

Reflecting

What an amazing past two days... I didn't have my camera, and that was okay (although this photo was taken at Donner Lake and is a perfect example of what we saw while shoeing along the beach). There were moments where I wish I had the camera in my hands, but then again I can't always take in the moment when I am looking at the screen of my camera.


Saturday was Acro Yoga and laughter with the Canary*. Helping my mom with some condo related stuff (anyone out there want to buy a condo on Donner Lake?). Decompressing from the condo related stuff by snow shoeing around the park at the East end of Donner Lake with my mom, my man and the dog. And finally, a stop and impromptu dinner with family in Truckee- Surf, Turf, and Coop was on the menu along with roasted butternut squash, grilled sweet potatoes and grilled eggplant- MMMM!

On Sunday, teaching yoga one on one to one of the most amazing 70 somethings I have ever met. Then hanging out with one of my girls who is preggers- so amazing, always amazing what is going on in a body of a woman who is pregnant... napping on the couch with the kratins since the puppy was out and about with the man, and finally dinner with some more friends and more down to earth conversation ranging from dating to acupuncture to work to working out.... so real, so amazing, so alive today.
Thanks everyone for such an amazing recharge this weekend... Next weekend will not be as luxurious. I must get that tree down and out of the house, vacuum and all that goes with cleaning up the house after the holidays, can't someone do this for me?

morning.

It's raining out this morning...
I woke up to the sound of the drops hitting the side of the house and the windows. My orange cat walking back and forth across my sleepy body, trying to wake me up. He has food and I just cleaned the litter box last night, but he insists on waking me up at 6:30 every morning. I hear the dog stir in her box. Freshly groomed paws clang across the door, like a prisoner raking his empty cup across the bars of his cell... she is ready to get up for her morning sniff outside.
I finally roll out of bed, making sure I stretch out and in again before coming to my side and press my way up into the morning air.
I have finally gotten used to walking downstairs in the morning to the kitchen. Stairs are tricky when you are half asleep, and have a puppy weaving in and out of your feet.

A latte is made and the dog is chasing the cats around the house, much to their hidden amusement. Back up the stairs, shower, dress and kiss the man as I walk out the door... I have planned my entire outfit around the fact that today, I actually have a reason to wear my boots (which I was told the other day are known as "break-up boots" in Alaska because in the spring when things start to melt and "break-up" you have to wear these or else you will be soaking wet, I love it).
As I get out of the car at work, I am overwhelmed with the urge to STOMP through the puddles, just because I can. As I step into a puddle, I look up and smell the air full of rain and maybe a hint of sage, and listen... Only for a second, but it seems like an hour. It is one of those moments where I am/feel alive. That little flash where my mind is so clear, it is the same feeling I have when I am "in it" during yoga practice.

The grey sky is suddenly dotted with the v of geese... gossiping as they make their morning commute across town. Two sets of them fly over, I breath in their noise. I imagine that they love this weather and that they are giggling in enjoyment over it all.

good morning I say quietly to myself and I walk in the door of my office...

Supporting Indie

Natalie was great to listen to last night.

She had some new material (which meant that Uma*, Q and I couldn't sing along with every song like last time) and she was well received by the crowd (much larger than the last time she was in town from LA).
Which meant selling CDs and t-shirts.

The cool part about the venue where she played (Walden's Coffee House) is that they do an open mic night every Friday. Which I knew about but haven't gone to in awhile. The other cool part is that it is a coffee house, so that means all ages, no smoking, and an intimate atmosphere (sometimes really intimate when there is a full band playing).
The mic and the room was scatterd with kids, teens 20-30 somethings and your hip seniors. I love that sort of thing. It is the way music should be shared- with everyone. They also have food and beer/wine, so you can enjoy while you listen.
Having all the other open mic-ers there playing music, gives out this really great sense of support. They all know what it takes to write, play and sing their own music. I loved watching and listening to all the different styles of musician last night.

It's All In The Cards

Sometimes I just stop and think about this deck of cards I have been given called life, love and family. I think about all the queens and kings that surround me, the jokers and the wild deuces. Stopping and looking at it I realize how all those cards don't quite fit in the box nicely any more. They overflow out of the box. Some of the cards are earmarked or bent a little. Some are in pristine new condition, and others are worn smooth, broken in and easy to shuffle and deal. Some of the cards are right there in between. Some have found their pair, others are working on a full house.



And then I look down at the stack of chips on the table before me. I think about how little I started out with. There were times when there wasn't even a stack. There was only a single chip sitting on the table in front of me (and my mom). The chip sat there like a loose tooth holding onto its roots just waiting for the promise of something bigger to take its place. The anticipation and the betting, the poker faces and the holding out just long enough.. out lasting the others around us and building back the stacks slowly and steadily. All that time, holding the heart cards close at hand, because that was really what would win us the jackpot.



Over the past month we have had a party every weekend (every.single.weekend). The house has been cleaned and re-cleaned. Food has been prepared and devoured, wine has been poured and spilled. Laughter has echoed through the walls of our home filing it with memories and love.
I know that my chips are stacked high now. I know that holding out for that straight flush in hearts was all I really needed to do.
It really is all in the cards that you are dealt.
And damn, I got a good hand.

Just Say No To The Christmas Sweater

My new "wellies"... a birthday gift from my mom.

I am in love with them and make every excuse I can to wear them.
I have even worn them to work twice the past week.

It is probably totally crazy and inappropriate work garb, but I don't care.
edited portion of today's post
I have decided to delete this paragraph where I bash the Crhistmas sweater... Let's just say I am making a choice to, "Just say no to the Christmas sweater". And will leave the house in something red and green, but I refuse to wear intarsia snowmen and puff ball nosed Rudolphs... and we will leave it at that.
Merry Christmas y'all...
now go over to Caro's neck of the woods and git yer self some musak to make your day be Merry and Bright!
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Oh, and maybe you if you don't get an art for Christmas this year you might want to think about snagging some from me?
There is art to give away here people. I have 5 pieces (most like photography- you can even choose what you want from my Flickr set).

Done by me, made by me, sent by me- straight to you.

Look, it is happening over here, too.

The CATCH? well you just have to promise to post on your blog with in the next few days this very same wonderful offer. Think of it as "Creative Karma".
So if you are interested leave me a comment, first five get the goods...

ooh, I likey.