Playing Nice

Here’s a bonus button that possibly will amuse only Jim C:

What does the fox say?


Since I’m feeling particularly benevolent, I’m going to add this for Marika, who always mourns the end of Hump Day Happy. Marika, give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and you know what will happen. If anyone else remembers what the heck I’m talking about, you can play, too–do not give me your birthday again. The books don’t change.

Hump Day Happy in honor of Marika’s birthday

Possibly the silliest purchase I’ve ever made on eBay arrived today. I blame David Puterbaugh and his rousing endorsement of Toy Story 3. While Jim was here, we watched the first two Toy Story movies on DVD, then Jim, Tim, Tom, and I saw the new one in the theater. And YES, David, I DID need the Kleenex I took with me at your suggestion, and I wasn’t the only one. One of the themes of the movie is what happens to toys when their children grow up.

For years, I’ve mourned the disappearance of my wooden push puppet lion. He was one of my favorite toys, and if our toys remember us, he knows I didn’t lose him, discard him, or give him away. I’m sure he was stolen, and I know who the probable culprit was. I’ve never been able to find another resembling his craftsmanship and appearance, and I’ll never settle for anything less.

Along with my lion, other toys vanished along the way. I probably don’t remember most of them, but I do remember my Dolls of the World.

Dolls of the World were sold for 99 cents each with the purchase of Arco gasoline. There were twelve in all, and my mother collected six of them for me. They weren’t really to play with; they were for display. Even at that, not a whole lot of skill and craft went into them. They were basic plastic dolls–the kind often used for crafting–with hair too fine to brush, only movable at the arms and neck, and their clothes were cheaply made and not removable. Still, I liked the six I had. I learned about the countries they were from and took good care of them. Once they even helped me when I started in a new school. I took them for show and tell, and they were such a hit that my teacher took me to all the other classes in my grade so I could share them, a bizarre experience for a shy girl who normally did everything she could to avoid attention.

I know the dolls were on my bookshelves when I went away to college, but I suppose at some point, I was persuaded to let them go. After seeing Toy Story, I dreamed about them, which caused me to look them up online and on eBay. Not all of the dolls I found look like the ones I had, so maybe there were different versions for different years or regions. But I found England’s and Spain’s dolls that were identical to mine, and they were practically free, so I bought them.

In honor of Marika’s birthday, and the child who remains within us no matter how many birthdays we have, I decided to resurrect Hump Day Happy for this week. (Marika is the only one who ever expressed regret that it vanished as surely as my push puppet lion.) Anyone who wants to give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, can get an item from the happiness book to celebrate Marika’s special day with her. (I don’t advise picking 8/11, because I think Marika’s chosen it a couple of times, and it never changes.) Meanwhile, Marika, let’s pretend that whatever number you pick, it includes dancing naked men.

Hump Day Happy

I’ve misplaced something that I desperately want to find. I suspect I put it somewhere logical in late 2007 when we were remodeling, but since I was operating with stress and physical pain turned up to eleven during that time, “logic” then and logic now bear no relationship to each other.

In looking for this misplaced item, I’ve found all kinds of other goofy stuff, including some of Tom’s cereal box prizes. They made me smile.

While I continue my search, I’ll be glad to take the occasional break to give you something from this book to be happy about. Just comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25.

Hump Day Happy

How do you talk to a giraffe with one ear?

You’re talking to a toy? That’s just crazy.

Two hundred-plus dolls in the attic agree with me.

However, to humor you, if you give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, we’ll pretend it’s the giraffe looking up something in this book to make you happy. Because as Emily Dickinson wrote, The Possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

Hump Day Happy

Moo Cards make me happy. These small-sized business cards reproduce fragments of my paintings on one side and contact/web site information on the other side. Moo did such a good job that I plan on another order featuring my novels. Check out their web site linked above. (No, I’m not getting anything for this endorsement.)

Meanwhile, if you give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, I’ll be glad to find something in this book for you that’s almost as good as Moo Cards.

Oh, wait. Did somebody say “Moo?” Hi, Rhonda!

Hump Day Happy

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you! As you can see, my brand new bit o BuNnYz BuNnY MoNsTeR from StarMonkey’s Etsy Shop is making his debut on my LJ with a shamrock lei. His name is John Riley, and if you give him a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, he’ll be glad to find something for you to be happy about from one of these books.

Hope no one pinches you today–unless you like that sort of thing. 😉

Hump Day Happy

Ken is a shoe whore. There are more, but they’re on dolls. Apparently, shoes make him happy. If you’d like something to be happy about, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll find something in the happiness book for you. It’s not quite the same thrill as a new pair of shoes, but it could be just what you need to prompt a happy memory, give you an idea for a story, poem, or blog entry, or just make you scratch your head in wonder at the foolishness of it all. I say we can never have too much happiness and foolishness.

Hump Day Happy

I’m not so great at updating lately, and you know what that means. It means I’m doing plenty of stuff that I could talk about, leaving me little time TO talk about it. Cowboys, collaboration, cleaning and organizing: These are the things preoccupying me.

Yesterday, Lindsey talked about three paintings she sent in response to a call for submissions. Because she’s Lindsey, she always shares opportunities to be creative with others, and she encouraged me to submit some work to this. It’s funny how my painting process mimics my writing process, but I won’t belabor that. I’ll just say that today, I’m happy because I did meet the deadline for submitting, and now I can go back to the other project that’s been devouring my time.

I want YOU to be happy, too, so if you’ll comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, I’ll tell you what the happiness book offers. And if you’re interested, a photo of my painting is here. You can also see a tiny bit of it below.

Hump Day Happy

Painters have been power-washing my neighbor’s fence. Lovely for him, but much of the dirty water has splattered my windows. It’s not only too cold to wash windows, but I’ve resigned myself to living with the cloudy view until they’ve finished stirring up dirt.

Even if I can’t enjoy today’s beautiful sunshine through pristine glass, I can enjoy the “Little Heart-Shaped World” hanging in my kitchen window. James had it sent to me from Flora Grubb Gardens. Check out their site if you’re looking for a unique, living gift for a friend. This one containing tiny tillandsia and lichen has made me very happy.

If you want something to be happy about from the happiness book, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25. There’s definitely enough sunlight for me to page through the book for you.