Alien Tea Shoppe

Die Ermittlung hat einen Skandal aufgedeckt. (The investigation revealed a scandal)  It certainly did... Those video tapes we watched, they were an investigation.  They were tools we needed for learning; for remembering.  For finding the truth, setting it free; starting over, rebuilding. Strange that my email language of the day has been absent for quite some time.  I hadn't realized until the first one, this one, showed up again in my email; prior to watching the videos that have set my soul free. "It's almost perfect", you said of this shrine you made for your childhood self.  It was almost perfect.  You decided that this little haunted room, with a little haunted girl would be the perfect way to heal what was done to you.  You tried to squash the girl out; turn her into you; recreating the past to heal the wounds.  But that girl, she was strong.  When the tipping point was in your favour, she did the unexpected; she tipped the scales back; took herself ba

Two days ago, Korea in Tradition Hanbok, sold.  She's going all the way to England, which is beyond fantastic!  I would say this is the first time in my life that I've sold any art, but that would be untrue in a way.  This is however, the first time that someone I do not know, has purchased a piece of my art.  They also bought it for the price I thought was fair. The two previous sales? We used to own a coffee house.  We had silent art auctions there.  I submitted a piece, a figurine; so did my sister.  My mother started her bidding on my sisters with twenty dollars & continued to grossly outbid anyone who submitted a figure until she had purchased it for fifty dollars. When she wasn't outbidding on my sisters piece, she was hovering over mine, deterring people from submitting any bids.  Right when time was called, my mother submitted a bid.  It was one dollar.  Way to show how much you think your own daughter is worth, mom.  She may have won that piece

My 7 or 8 year old self with my first cat, Cash Mittens. Two nights ago, my sister ran downstairs saying, "Hey!  You sound just like that girl!  That girl from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation!  The one who said shittin' bricks."  Which for anyone who is not familiar with (can't remember) that film, Chevy Chase invites his entire family for Christmas and then there's 3 million twinkling lights he wants to put up on the house.  Randy Quaid plays the trashiest, countriest character of the brother in law, Eddie.  Eddie's daughter is Ruby Sue.  A girl who sounds about as country as you can get.  Apparently I sounded like Ruby Sue on this video. Needless to say, I had to see this.  So, I go upstairs & we start it over.  We had just gotten our video camera and my mother is filming the entire den.  You can hear my seven year old self from the kitchen, desperately wanting to open gifts.   "Oh, but you have to sing Happy Birthday!"

Channeling my inner Judy Bernly? So.... I got new glasses yesterday.  No big deal; they're glasses.  It was the same price to put new lenses in my old frames as it was to just purchase new frames.  So, why not go with something different.  I had a difficult time finding a pair I wanted.  The glasses salesman then said, "You can use sunglasses frames if you want."  A whole new world of possibilities had just opened up.  It took me only one minute to say, "These!"  Incidentally, I do really LOVE these glasses.  Love, LOVE them!   But curiously, adults do not.  When I went to pick them up & have them fitted, no one in the store liked them.  They were in horror to find out the prescription sunglasses that had to be ordered were going to be the exact... same... pair.  My parents didn't even like them.  My dad was confused that they were even real glasses.  Did he think they were wielding goggles?  Afterwards, I went to Starbucks & all the barista

Channeling my inner old Eastern European Lady. This is probably the best photo I've ever taken.  I was visiting Washington D.C. for the first & only time.  I won the contest for happiest and most obvious tourist, had they been having such a contest.  No one, and I mean NO ONE can pull off the flowered button down shirt, black jeans, wind breaker, head scarf, pink fanny pack (slung over my forearm, no less) and bright white sneakers quite like my eleven year old self could. I don't take a lot of photo's of myself.  OK that's a lie.  I take A LOT of photo's, but what I keep is very minimal.  So, here's what I could dig up. I lovingly refer to this as 'Bitch Face'. Ah, ladies you know all about Bitch Face.  There are meme's dedicated to it.  Those of us who happen to look pissy when we are, in fact, just being.  Also, yes from time to time I still play dress up & pretend in the mirror.   Lego Boba Fett That

Time marches slowly onward.  Time speeds up, slows down, speeds up... again. I've come to this point in my life.  I was picked up one day, flung around, like being stuck in a hurricane, going to & fro; round & round in a circle.  Ever circling downward.  Like some sort of Kamikaze pilot spiraling out of control, yet all the while, in control. Instead of slamming into the ground, however, I was shoved forward, crammed into this tiny hole.  I was suffocating there for awhile.  A long while indeed.  "Just let go.  Let it go."  I realized I was carrying so many unwanted things; I dropped them, as bid and no more suffocation, no more being stuck; waiting; no more dying in that hole. No, now I am dead.  I am in a tunnel of mortar and damp.  Feeling around for the exit.  The tunnel behind me is riddled with the shackles I have taken off.  Shed.  I am free of all of that.  Every now and then there are signals; glimpses of what's yet to fall away.  Shame, betraya

It has been decided that my phonetical examples for the Hallo, Hallo ich sprechen Deutsches? post were a bit confusing.  But I can't be sussed at the moment to go back & fix it.  My apologies, but time marches forward. Today I saw Star Trek Into Darkness .  I'm an open minded film watcher.  As with anything that is different from the original, I do notice it, but I say, "Sure, I can get on board with this!" and enjoy the film anyways.  If you are a Trekkie, who hasn't seen this film yet, just go ahead & skip to the illustrations section of this post.  Otherwise, here's what I have to spoil say. While I don't mind that Spock & Uhura are an item in the two new films; it makes me feel even worse for Nurse Chapel in the original series.  She loved Spock so, so much, but he just couldn't love her back, as seen in the epi Amok Time.  :(  Poor Nurse Chapel.  Glad she was verbally mentioned in this film though, considering that characters act

I thought that if I were showing my illustrations here, I might as well tell you where they can be purchased.   Well, once upon a time, there was a gal in Mississippi who decided painting was a good release.  It made her happy & free.  So, she delved deep down into the world of painting & then some.  She finally decided to open a shop on etsy.com, called Poppyart.  The site & the girl have gone through many changes since the beginning of that journey.  She has come out in the other side as an artist, a Toltec & with a store that reflects those changes.  The Divine Binder of Bright Fame, Rebecca Roberts is artist.  The very eclectic Poppyart is her Etsy shop. How does this involve myself, dear readers?  Why I shall tell you now!  For one, that Divine Binder of Bright Fame is my elder sister.  Secondly, her shop now features other artists... & I, my dearest readers, are one of them.  So, She Who is the Pure Woman of High Ranking & The Summit of Brig

Ever since I was a small child, probably my earliest memory being either at age 2 or 3, I have been interested in foreign languages. I would go about the house, saying "Ja, ja Gutentag, Gutentag, ja!" They were words no one had taught me, yet they were swimming around in my brain & I absolutely adored how they sounded.  So I would just walk around repeating them in various ways until my entire family one day told me to shut it.  I was three years old.  My father wouldn't relay his German phrases to me until I was eight, & even then those were only, "Kommen Sie heir!", "Halt!" & the numbers 1 - 10.  He never once uttered 'yes' or 'good day', which is what I was constantly repeating as a child. Also, in my baby time, my mother hired a university student to watch my sister & I.  She was from Scotland, but was learning Russian.  I am told that when not speaking normally (which would have sounded fantastical & wonderf

So, my life thus far has yielded weird results from the rest of the humans.  Weird reactions & comments & all of which has led me to this conclusion. This is me. Or rather, this is the conclusion I have come to of what I look like to the other humans.  (Some of you are laughing now, I can feel it, but that's cool.  Laugh.  It IS funny)   Personally, I find this character to be pretty attractive, not horrid looking.  Though I will admit that he looks rather intimidating & could be considered scary.  He's pretty bad ass.  If I were a guy it'd be pretty cool to be like this characterization of Dwalin.  But, I'm a gal, so bad ass isn't a top priority for me. This is also me. As far as Dwarves go, this is who I really am, on the inside.  Wacky, cooky, fun, amusing, really nice & caring, a little awkwardly inappropriate.  This characterization of Bofur is not intimidating or scary at all.  Also, a little better looking, than Dwalin