An Aries Knows (this site is more fun when people read and comment)
It was a little challenging this year to collect photos for the video. I lost hundreds when I lost my hard drive, so if I missed a special moment, that probably explains it.
I hope you enjoy the recap. Thank you to everyone who made it a memorable year.
ETA 2022: There was a video here, but the hosting site deleted it, and I have no copy. Sorry.
Mattel’s Birthstone Beauties are back, representing every month, to wish you abundance in health, prosperity, and love in 2011. They also remind you to party responsibly, and please don’t drive under the influence.
On a personal note, thank you to all of you who have supported me in my creative endeavors in 2010. Thank you for buying my books and art and offering encouragement. Thank you for visits and phone calls and mail. Thanks for playing nice with me on LiveJournal, Facebook, Flicker, and Twitter. Every year has its challenges, but mine have always been buffered by the kindness, love, and laughter of family and friends.
Onward!
Current Photo Friday theme: Best of 2010
On Christmas Day, I was able to get a couple of shots of this hawk who Tom spotted on the wires across from The Compound:
I hope Hawk finds the ‘hood rats magically delicious and stays around for a while.
All my gifts from near and far ROCK–from craftiness to cookies, gift cards to jewelry, books to bath gels–and I thought I’d share a few.
Rhonda has never made any secret of her disdain for Bella Swan, angsty, self-absorbed heroine of Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series. Through the first two movies, she was completely supportive of those vampires who track, stalk, and otherwise terrorize Bella. Rhonda says she hasn’t seen Eclipse, the third movie, but she’s heard rumors that Victoria is creating an army of vampires for the sole purpose of avenging the death of her mate–a death for which Victoria holds vampire Edward responsible. Naturally, Rhonda supports Victoria’s goal of killing Bella Swan to punish Edward.
Fans of the books/movies generally divide themselves between Bella’s two suitors/defenders, assigning themselves to Team Edward or Team Jacob. When we watched the extras from the second movie, New Moon, Rhonda appreciated the T-shirt given to actress Rachelle Lefevre, who played Victoria in the first two movies, by her stunt double:
When I got Mattel’s Victoria doll, Lindsey privately remarked that Rhonda should own one of those dolls–but wearing a Team Rhonda T-shirt. This was something I could make happen. I also thought about getting Lindsey an Alice doll, since we both like Ashley Greene’s character, and making a Team Alice shirt.
Sadly, when it came time to shop, there was no Alice doll on the shelves. But I did find the Victoria doll for Rhonda. Here, modeling the T-shirts I made for Victoria, are my Alice, Bella, and Victoria dolls:
Since we all saw and liked Alice in Wonderland, Tim suggested an addition to Alice’s T-shirt:
I think I finally found a Barbie doll Rhonda likes:
Her grandmother (Lila calls Lynne “G”) made that “Cinderelly” dress that Lila’s wearing.
Of course, it wouldn’t be complete without glass slippers.
More to come…
The Barbie garland.
The Star Trek tree with and without a flash.
Now I have to figure out what to do about those coasters…
Those coasters Part 1
Those coasters Part 2
Those coasters Part 3
Those coasters Part 4
Those coasters Part 5
One Christmas both my father and my brother were stationed overseas (different countries), and we were a household of women. Well, except for the dog and my sister’s cat, Joe Willie. Here’s Joe Willie as a TV-obsessed youngster:
He got his name because of his four white feet. Quarterback Joe Namath, who led Alabama’s Crimson Tide to a 29–4 record over three seasons and later had a stellar career with the New York Jets, was known for many things, including his white football shoes when the rest of the Jets wore black. Joe Namath also had a reputation as a ladies’ man, and our Joe Willie was as legendary in our neighborhood.
These were the days before we knew to spay and neuter our pets, and therein lies a cautionary tale.
I’d like to think my sister took this photo because she was feeling the Christmas spirit as Mother and I decorated the tree. But I suspect she was documenting that once again, I’d robbed her closet for something to wear, because that’s her wool shorts-and-sweater set. Thanks, Debby! It’s probably about the last time I could fit into your clothes.
Once our tree was decorated and all the presents tucked beneath it, we decided to go with Mother to a party at some friends’ house. As we were leaving, we encountered a female cat on the porch, crying at Joe Willie in the window and begging him to come outside to…play.
“Nope, he’s staying in tonight,” my mother said. “You’ll have to find another boyfriend.”
What she failed to consider was that Joe Willie wanted to go out and…play. We came home to a tree all askew, ornaments scattered around it. Even worse, we had to get a new tree and my mother had to rebox and rewrap all the gifts. This Christmas is always referred to as “that time the cat peed all over everything.”
May your Christmas be cat urine-free.