Day 70!!

In bed sick all day so I had to work with what I had which was my constant companion Mango. She always knows when I am sick and she stays closes by. She is a good kitty.

Meow!

Day 69 ....

I miss you.

Day 68 of 365

 

Neither myself nor Gil are Buddhists although I have studied Buddhism in the course of my education and there are lots of very appealing things about it. One of the things I love the best are the beautiful images of the Buddha himself. We have several around the house which I hope to share with you over the next little while. Starting with Big Red. He is actually a wax candle I bought for Gil several years ago.

Day 67 .... time flies.

Feeling poopy tonight 'cause I had my flu shot tonight and I am too tired to do much so I thought I would share a picture of my new pretty red clock. Like it?

Everything old is new again.

Day 66!

I don't want you to get me wrong, I love kids, a lot. I think they are great and I try to spend as much time with my friends kids as possible but today I experienced something that made my ovaries want to pack up and move out, a birthday at McDonald's Playland. It wasn't the fault of the children but who ever designed these places was sadistic and hated parents.  They are all glass and metal and the noise just bounces around them and then slam into your head like loud shards of glass. Fortunately for me there were also some very cute babies there so I got to take some nice pictures. Including this one.

Day 65 of 365... only 300 more to go!

Okay well I am still writing about my childhood. Today I wrote about one of the best Christmas gifts I ever received. On November 9th 1984 my aunt asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told her that I wanted a bald headed baby boy (cabbage patch kid of course). The next day my mom died. But 6 weeks later there he was under the tree. Through all the mess and chaos, having lost her only sister she remembered my wish.

26 years later. Thank you my favorite Aunt!

64/365

I had my picture for today all planned but I got home to discover that Mary had kidnapped my gnomes. That or I left them in her living room by accident but kidnapping sounds much more dramatic and in the spirit of NaNoWriMo.  Speaking of which.... as you may or may not know my novel is not so loosely based on my own incredibly messed up childhood and how it made me the person I am because of this I have been spending a lot of time looking at pictures and artifacts around the house that make me think of my experience growing up. Hence my subject for today's photo (because my gnomes are missing. Mary I am on to you!)

 I have had bunny literally as long as I can remember. I think it started out as one of those things that the child is never meant to touch but at some point in my very early childhood I somehow convinced my mother it should live in my bedroom. I was really young because I remember very clearly being in the bedroom on Rankin Drive (grade primary) when my mother walked in and found me applying a coat of clear nail polish on him (and every thing else I owned. word to the wise a chalk board with nail polish on it is no longer any fun!) Anyway after that there was no sense in hiding it away so he has been with me ever since and as you can tell he has had some trails over the years but that is why he is one of my most cherished possessions.