Alien Tea Shoppe

 I know that I keep jumping around between blogging platforms, but there are always reasons.  Sometimes my computers, which tend to be old & won't update to newer software in order to run the proper browser (I'm runnin' three, y'all), but sometimes it's just the blogging platform giving me fits.  Right now it's wordpress charging for absolutely everything & I ended up fucking up my blog & well... here we are. A lot's been going on & I was currently working on banging out posts over at wordpress , so now some of those, perhaps, will make it over here? I don't really want to discuss what's been goin' down, so we'll wander into a thought I've been daydreaming.   The Easy Bake Oven Bakery. The name is really because Lil' Small assumed I'd be making desserts with an actual Easy Bake Oven.  "Yes, sir. You'll want to come back in about three days for your dessert. Light bulb baking takes a while."   Which, I

So, it's been awhile, right?  I switched and was over at WordPress - Alien Tea Shoppe , however, they keep harassing me with this pop-up to use my computer space.  I can't get anything done over there, so I'm done.  I'm switching back. I won't be bringing posts over, but I'll link to them if need be.  And I do have a fresh new post coming up, so let's get started on that, shall we?

Oh!  This Buzzfeed article that came across my feed this morning is so full of happy!   35 Awesome Toys Every 80s Girl Wanted For Christmas . The childhood my sister and I lived was actually pretty awesome in some ways, one of those ways was toys.  We had one insanely wealthy grandmother and another who was insanely good at purchasing super awesome toys.  So, while there were really bad things and troubling times and all that, one consolation is that we did have awesome toys... and quite a few of them! Girl Talk Date Line board game I had a somewhat mild interest in wanting this game.  The game I really wanted for some reason was Mall Madness. Fashion Plates We had those exact fashion plates.  They were a gift from the second grandmother to my sister... so once the newness had worn off I was allowed to play with them as well.  We loved those fashion plates. Barbie and The Rockers The first grandmother sometimes would buy us a Barbie doll for us to have at home

While flipping through some photographs recently, I came across elusive ones of me as a teenager.  It's not pretty, I'm warning you now.  But, I feel I have to share these in some capacity, in case the actual photo's go MIA again, or so I can remember, or something of that nature.  Also the colouring on these photo's are terrible.  That's why I get for taking them at night in a house with bad lighting and then trying to fix them, but whatever.  Examples: I am not really yellow (8th) or purple/red (10th).  Anyways, on with all of this. Seventh Grade I've lightened the original photo so that my hair doesn't blend in with the paneling and door.  I don't know why I look upset and I'm holding a bunch of used present wrappings, apparently intending to throw them away.  That is a MESS of hair right there!  No make-up, no messing with my eyebrows.  This was the very end of summer, just before starting seventh grade, so 1993. Eighth Grade So, this

Like just about everyone out there, I have a Facebook account.  One thing I use my account for is to peruse a group dedicated to the history of my town.  It's fascinating.  Tonight, I wondered if there was a page like that for the town where my parents grew up.  I found one and was not disappointed. I'm looking through the groups photo albums and after ten pages I see something familiar.  Very familiar in fact because it is my family's home; the one where my mother and aunt grew up and I spent most of my childhood there visiting my grandmother.  Actually it wasn't even the house, just the greenhouse.  I exclaimed, out loud, "Holy crap it's me!", which is just easier to say than "Holy crap that is the greenhouse in the yard of the house where my mother grew up!"  It became even stranger because some commenter's were talking about my family. 228 East Kingston Str, Laurel, Mississippi This house was originally white, though the very top

I'm sure all of you are well aware of what I might be talking about by the headline of Ferguson, MO.  If not, I will briefly break it down.  A black male, Michael Brown, was shot and killed by a white cop, Darren Wilson in August.  The community was upset.  People were supporting Brown by protesting or raising their hands and saying, "Don't shoot.".  People were supporting Wilson, because he is a cop.  Rioting also ensues.  Earlier this week Wilson was not indicted for killing Brown.  The community protests.  People are sad for Brown and his family.  People are happy for Wilson.  Rioting ensues. This is basically all I, or really anyone knows of this situation, because we were not there and have to rely on the internet to tell us things.  Those are the basics, though the story keeps changing from Brown robbed a convenient store, to Wilson only thought Brown robbed a convenient store.  That Brown was unarmed to that he was armed.  To Brown complied with Wilson, to Br