Kathleen’s Cuthand Christmas (from Kathleen’s memoirs of the depression)

We don’t have the money.” I’d heard that so many times I knew not to ask for candy, bright rubber balls, or coloring books at Miss Lonie’s store. If Daddy had a few cents to spare, he’d fill three small brown paper bags with candy for us…..peppermint sticks, gumballs, bubble gum, lollipops. Kits and BB Bats were five for a penny. A few cents Continue reading

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Well, I feel simply awful about this post… but it does sort of illustrate how my weird, crack squirrel infested mind works…

Reblogged from Pouring My Art Out Where can I get that blood?

Pouring My Art Out

Like all my weird ideas, this started off harmlessly enough. My friend over at:  http://notapunkrocker.wordpress.com/  did a cute little post about some cute little penguin stickers that she had stuck on the back of some of her Christmas letters to help seal them shut. (I guess they should have been cute little seal stickers… HA!)…

Anyway, she made a joke about feeling guilty that people would have to rip their little heads off when they opened the letters… and then it hit me… oh, yeah….

What if you took some cute little animal stickers…

a 1 a 6

And then, between the back, sticky layer and the cute little picture, you placed a tiny plastic pouch containing fake blood and a little dangly piece of spinal column… so that when people ripped open the letter, it would look something like this…

a 1 a 6 copy

Oh come on… I hear you all recoiling at my brilliant idea. I can…

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Cousin Kat and the Axe-Murderer

It’s not what you think. They were good friends. The Axe-Murderer had played the piano at Little Pearson Methodist Church for years. She never missed a service, but let me start at the beginning, the part where Cousin Kat took us to visit her. Continue reading

Everyone Has Their Own Truth.

Thanks for reminder from quickmeups

quickmeups - short uplifting messages.

It seems like the Earth is currently engulfed in arguments. There are religious arguments, geographical disagreements, unrest and frustration. I think one thing  seriously lacking is compassion and understanding.

It can be so easy for us to become consumed by our own viewpoint and belief that only we are correct, which can lead us to completely misunderstand our neighbor. If we each see the world through a unique lens, then of course another life will look strange to us through our lens.

We need to step back for a minute and remember that…

Everyone Has Their Own Truth.

Amish family living a much different life than most of us. Everyone has their own truth. An Amish family living a much different reality than I do. Photo: OttawaAC

“I feel like when people judge me they’re not judging me, because they don’t know who I am.” – Gisele Bundchen

We each have our own unique set of views and beliefs. My beliefs may be very different than yours, but that doesn’t make…

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Rough Day (Joke)

The funeral procession was making its way down the icy street when it hit a bad patch, spun in circles, hit a curb, and the back door flew open.  The coffin came flying out, crashed through the front of a drug store, and slid along the counter where it stopped right in front of the poor horrified soda jerk who was struggling through his Continue reading

I’m Cold, I’m Cold (Joke)

Two old friends were spending their evening idling their time away, drinking in the graveyard, as they were fond of doing.

One of them drifted off to sleep as the other stumbled and fell into an open grave.  All was well for a while till the fellow in the grave sobered up a little and called out to his sleeping friend above.  Continue reading