Archive for May, 2015

One night I was with some friends and we got to talking about the apocalypse. One friend talked about the Bible version, you know, with the four horsemen and all that. The rest of us were focused on the zombie apocalypse because we’re not as smart or holy as that other girl, but are very hip to pop culture. It’s all the rage, you know, the zombie apocalypse ~ the undead stalking humanity, eating brains and stuff ~ our friend was getting a little frustrated with our flippant view of the apocalypse. What frustrated me was that I couldn’t pronounce the word apocalypse. It kept coming out alpacalypse.

My muse took a liking to my mispronunciation. The zombie alpacalypse. Zombie alpacas. I love alpacas, and the thought of a zombie alpaca horrifies me. It’s sort of like those killer bunnies in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Gentle animals gone stark raving mad! Musie told me to run with it.

I don’t know if anyone else is as cracked-up with this weirdness as I am ~ after all it was inspired during an evening of much laughter and a little too much wine. But as you know, art (ha!) is at the mercy of the muse no matter when, where, or in what state of mind it strikes. And so my “art” was born.

Not only is this magnet displayed loudly and proudly on my refrigerator, I decided to put more like it up for sale in my Etsy shop on the off chance others have a fear or fascination with zombie alpacas. It’s all about sharing, you guys.

Happy weekend to you all.

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There was a time in my past when I was known as one of the “champagne sisters.”

Champagne is my drink of choice but I rarely imbibe now that I’m responsible and mature.  Sad how those glamorous tendencies leave us when we grow older, but I’m sure they’ll return when we become older still.

Another indulgence I’ve loved throughout my life is truffles.  Rich, velvety, smooth chocolate that melts in your mouth.

Pair champagne and truffles and you’ll have an experience you’ll never forget.

Husby knows about my not-so-secret love affair with champagne and truffles.  We’ve spent many luxurious evenings together where I paired the two and he witnessed the effect they had on me.

One night I was sitting in my comfy chair in the rumpus room with Husby.  He was watching something on the TV and I was sitting with my laptop doing something, I don’t know, writing a blog post or updating my Etsy shop or taking inventory…I don’t remember.  But I had a glass of cheap wine on the table beside me.  Might I emphasize “cheap” wine?  Oh, it wasn’t as bad as Ripple, but when someone like me wants to have a glass of wine, someone like me isn’t going to spend a fortune to have it.

So there we were, having a lovely evening together, doing our own things together.  Husby got up from his chair and left the room for a small instant and returned with something in his hand.

“Would you like some chocolate with your wine?”

What?!  Of course!  When he opened his hands I saw the chocolate that was worthy of my cheap wine.  Tootsie Rolls.

It’s the little things in life that make it all worthwhile.  A glass of wine with a few Tootsie Rolls?  Heaven.  Granted, it’s not champagne and truffles, but it’s the thought that counts.  Life is good.

Happy weekend! My wish for you is complete bliss, or cheap bliss. Either way you’ll be happy.

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Bedtime Snack

There is nothing more cozy at the end of the day than the bedtime snack.  The perfect bedtime snack may be different for different people, and it’s possible that a person could be happy with any bedtime snack as long as it’s food, but the perfect bedtime snack for me has to fit certain qualifications.

1. It must be sweet. Salt before bed could cause annoying thirst after I’m in bed which might wake me from my slumber.
2. It must not make noise when I eat it. Bedtime is quiet time, the snack must be quiet too.
3. It’s best served with a good book.

Sweet dreams.

A slice of red velvet and a glass of milk.


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I have one word for you.  Ikea.

A little late to the game I made my first trip to the most wonderful store in the world.  OK, maybe a lot late to the game.  Seriously, where have I been?

Charlotte invited Paenney (looking for inspiration to move out on his own), Fojo (moving off campus next year) and me (Ikea virgin) on a field trip to Ikea today.  Normally I don’t like shopping, but this trip was a real eye-opener.  Fojo even said to me, “I love this f$@king store.”  I couldn’t have agreed more.

I came home with a bunch of stuff and it only cost me $33, Fojo is well on his way to furnishing his very tiny off-campus apartment, and Paenney has lots of ideas and is eager move out of his parents house ASAP.  Charlotte, well she’s just glad she could make everyone happy today.

All field trips should be this much fun and productive!  Ikea rocks…as if you didn’t know.

PS – To remind you, Paenney and Fojo are my nephews.  I am so sure Fojo dropped the F-bomb on me.  To be fair, Fojo and Paenney subsequently heard the F-bomb dropped by both me and their mother (Charlotte) at least once during our outing.  There’s something about swearing that bonds the generations, don’t you think?

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Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results…Albert Einstein

I’ve been toiling over my writing lately and haven’t been very successful with 1) my novel and 2) my blogging. Instead of forcing myself to do something that hasn’t been working for me lately I decided to do something else this evening.  I stayed away from the screens.

Once begun is half done…Mary Poppins

Instead of agonizing in front of the computer or zoning out in front of the TV I did something completely different.  I baked some cookies.  On a work night!

Husby and I sampled the cookies and they were pretty dang good.  Not only did I make the cookies, I cleaned up the kitchen until it sparkled, and it felt really good.

There is no motivator like success…Charlotte Trout, aka Glinda

Yep, getting out of the rut of well-intentioned but nonproductive activities is a good idea sometimes.  Do something completely different when things aren’t working for you.  Bake some cookies and eat them too ~ you’ll find the motivation you’ve been looking for.

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