BadKitty’s Holiday Letter – Finally (OK, so it’s for the Lunar (Chinese) New Year)

~OK Humans,

Every year I ask for help with my out of control human, and every year my pleas are ignored. What am I going to have to do to get some help here? Come barf up hairballs in your shoes? Don’t tempt me, I’m that pissed off and desperate.

Let me tell you just how bad it’s been…

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She is more out of control than ever (yeah, I know I say that every year, but her insanity far outreaches imagination) So much so, that I couldn’t get her to sit still long enough to let me dictate the holiday letter until the Lunar (Chinese) New Year… Seriously? It’s the year of the snake. I don’t like snakes (or rats, or monkeys, or dogs or any of those other weird animals they use to celebrate)

The beginning of the year was fine, she was recovering from the 2nd surgery she had which included getting fixed “while they were already in there”. It’s about time, everyone should spay or neuter their human, there are far too many of them running around and they breed like rabbits, especially the stupid ones.There was some celebration about not having cancer; that’s a good thing. Someone’s got to feed me.

After that, we had a wicked ice storm which made it impossible to safely drive anywhere, so she was home a lot to pet the kitty which was perfect. She was super stressed when the huge tree in the back yard bent over and touched the ground (and laid on the house, the grape arbor, the greenhouse and the neighbor’s yard) but it sprung back to life after the big thaw. (she now calls it “the magic tree” what a weirdo)

Then she went back to work which really pissed me off. She’s working for an environmental non profit running the internship program and managing a farmers market. Do you think her farmer friends ever send anything home for the kitty? NO! Jerks! She’s still writing and photographing for that magazine too which is an acceptable activity since the writing part keeps her home where I can yowl for attention and lay on her keyboard.

She’s still bellydancing which just looks silly, although I do enjoy napping on her fluffy skits and batting around her jingly things. She’s still fire dancing too (which she actually gets paid to do. Seriously?) I secretly laugh when she burns herself. She’s also found a new way to burn herself, blowing glass… For some reason, dipping a long pipe into 2100 degree (f) molten glass and blowing into it is a big deal in this city… something about a madman with an eye patch named Chihuly who grew up here. Some people are actually silly enough to buy the stuff she makes. She’s also still playing with clay which she then glazes and fires. Seriously, what is it with this woman and fire?

She did another triathlon which really ticks me off because that means she’s spending way too much time out of the house running, cycling and swimming when she should be home petting the kitty.

She’s still playing that stupid violin too. I hate that thing. Even worse… she has friends that play instruments and they come over to the house. There was even a [gasp] accordion here the other night. She met these weirdos contra dancing. I don’t know what that is, but when accordions start showing up (the next thing you know, it will be a banjo), you know your human is hanging out in the wrong circles…

She’s still hiking, backpacking and finding any excuse she can to wear a tutu… (they are nice to lay on)

Oh, my human turned 50 in October, isn’t that super old for a human?

Shouldn’t she be slowing down? I mean really, 50 is practically dead right?

Oh, you can buy some of her glass or ceramic work by visiting her website at (you can also read her dumb blog there) she has a facebook page too, but it’s pretty lame

You would do better to check out my facebook page

Since she was too lazy (and broke) to send out cards this year, she made a video slide show recapping 2012 with obnoxious music.

It’s badly done, there isn’t even a picture of her gorgeous feline in it.

Someone please talk some sense into my human… Please?

Don’t make me come barf in your shoe.

Happy Holidays/Lunar New Year (whatever…)

~BK (THE BadKitty)

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Earth Day!


Earth Day 2012 has been a big deal for me.

The whole rebirth thing is reverberating strongly for me this spring.

Friday, I staffed a booth at the University of Puget Sound for their Earth Day Event. Saturday, I was at work advocating for local, sustainable, healthy food.

Yesterday, I just had to plant a tree in honor of Earth Day (well, and because I like to dig in the dirt 😉

Considering that since I bought this place two years ago, I’ve planted nine fruit trees (cherry, apple, plum, peach, pear) two nut trees (hazelnut), five ornamentals (flowering cherry, dogwood, ash and one edible ornamental pollinator (crabapple) I’m kind of running out of space.

But there was one spot in front that would shade the front porch which has a Southwest exposure and gets hit hard by the summer sun and heat that just begged for a pretty tree.

I chose an Indian Summer crabapple (beautiful, just the right size, small edible fruit, provides food for wildlife, pollinates apples) which unlike the Sugar Tyme I have planted in the back yard which has pink buds opening to white flowers, has stunning red flowers.

Isn’t it pretty?

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I also had clumps of day lilies given to me by my neighbor Steve when I first bought the place two years ago (he dropped off clumps before I even moved in) that were getting crowded.

So I thinned them down to two reasonable size clumps.

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This left me with TEN good size clumps to relocate.

I decided to plant them in the parking strip out front in between the flowering cherry trees. I want to eventually reclaim that strip from lawn to garden and this is a good start.

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You can see that the Kwanzan Flowering Cherry trees are just starting to bloom. Aren’t they lovely?

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I couldn’t leave the fairy garden out of the fun, so I picked up some pretty and fragrant carnations to put out there.

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I have more garden photos from this season on my Flickr’ page.

(if the slide show doesn’t embed or you prefer to click on individual pictures, you can view the photos by making with the clicky clicky here)

I also managed to sneak in some time at the dog park with Frodo the Wonder Corgi.

We had beautiful weather, and it was a great day to honor the earth.


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Here Comes the Sun! Winter Solstice 2011

Happy Winter Solstice (to those in the Northern Hemisphere; happy Summer Solstice to our friends South of the equator)

It’s only Solstice today for those of us in the US Central Time Zone and West. It will be at 9:30 PM tonight West Coast Time and it is 5:30 AM GMT/UTC).

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The days will slowly get longer again. For those of us in the far dark, frozen North, this is a big BIG deal!

Winter Solstice is the promise of new life; we really won’t notice the days getting longer until closer to Candlemas/Brigid/Ground Hog’s Day.

Tonight I will gather with a group of friends to celebrate the solstice. There will be food, drink and friendship as part of our annual observance. (the cool thing is, the event will occur while we are gathered 🙂

We will burn the Yule log (log from my friend Patricia’s yard, a bit of last year’s tree, boughs from this year’s tree and herbs from my garden) in the fire pit outside and pass the light from that fire to a circle of friends, we will put our wishes for the new season into a wish lantern and then we’ll return inside for more food, fun and drink.

It doesn’t matter what religion you are or aren’t. It doesn’t matter what you believe. The Solstice is an astronomical event that draws everyone together at this time of year to celebrate light, love and hope.

Each year, I love to post the Northern Exposure video to the story Raven Steals the Light being told (I’ve used it for the children’s story at Solstice rituals in years past)

It is a traditional story from the Northwest Coast and Alaska.

I like this Northern Exposure version.

Not everyone knows this, but the town of ‘Cicily Alaska” is about an hour and a half from where I live, and is in fact Roslyn Washington (yes, I’ve been to The Brick)

and here’s another wonderful story of light in a magical part of the world (the Great Pacific Northwest)…

And of course, my traditional Solstice post/greeting…

On this night, around 3,000 years BC, a very special event unfolds at a place we now call Newgrange. A group gathers around a large circular stone structure. A drumbeat resounds across the mist-shrouded hills of ancient Ireland, bump bump… bump bump… bump bump…; The heartbeat of mother earth. The scent of incense mingles with moss, moist earth and the burning torches. All gaze hopefully towards the eastern horizon. After what seems like an eternity, it happens, the rising sun begins its ascent. Once again all attention is turned to the structure with great anticipation. Suddenly an intense shaft of light pierces the innermost chamber of the structure, illuminating a stone basin adorned with carvings of spirals, eyes, solar disks, and other sacred symbols. A joyful sound rises from the crowd, who then begin to dance ecstatically. For the darkest darkness of winter has passed, and the light has returned. Soon: the hills will be covered in fresh green grasses and wildflowers, trees will bloom and set fruit, animals will give birth, the songs of birds will fill the skies. The cycle of life will continue. The world, once again, has been reborn.

Tonight we celebrate an event, which predates our modern religious celebrations, an event as old as time its self. Just as events like this were observed at Newgrange Ireland, we find similar ancient architectural wonders based on solstices and equinoxes all across Europe, Asia, The Americas, Indonesia and the Middle East. Thousands of years ago, these monolithic structures were built and elaborate ceremonies held, out of reverence for the cycle of life, and perhaps the fear that without human intervention, the sun would not return.

At the winter solstice, the tilt of the earth on its axis, is such that our hemisphere is leaning farthest away from the sun, our days are shortest and the sun is at the lowest arc in the sky. For thousands of years, our ancestors honored the cycles of life: solstices, equinoxes, harvests and plantings. The winter solstice is perhaps the most sacred of these celebrations. So sacred in fact, that modern religious observations all over the world take place on or near the time of the solstice. Solstice observance is not a celebration that excludes or dismisses any other religious celebration; rather it is the common bond of many modern and not so modern religions.

The time of the winter solstice represents death and rebirth, just as corn stalks wither and die in the fields in the fall, so does the symbolic god give his body to nourish the earth, only to be reborn of the goddess again on this darkest night. The original divine birth. Is it any wonder then: that the Christian church chose this sacred time of the year to celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Hebrew people to celebrate the Festival of Lights, or Native Americans and other aboriginal peoples to celebrate their sacred events?

Solstice is not only a time to celebrate the retreat of darkness and the return of the light, but it is a time to look inward, at the darkness within ourselves and to embrace it. For without darkness, there would be no light. Without challenge, there would be no triumph. It is a time to celebrate the death of old habits, thought patterns, and difficulties, a time to celebrate a spiritual renewal. The darkness gives us all a chance to embrace and work through our own darkness, so that like the earth, we may also be renewed.

L. Lisa Lawrence
Copyright 1998

Here’s our observance from 2007 (the video is just too much fun!)

Here are the songs from the video, my favorite Winter Solstice songs…

“The Christians and the Pagans” by Dar Williams

Amber called her uncle, said, “We’re up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay.”
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, “It’s Christmas eve, I know our life is not your style,”
She said, “Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and it’s been a while.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, “Is it true that you’re a witch?”
His mom jumped up and said, “The pies are burning,” and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, “It’s true, you’re cousin’s not a Christian,
But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from , I think magic’s in the learning,
‘Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, “Really, no, don’t bother.”
Amber’s uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn’t spoken in a year,
He thought he’d call him up and say, “It’s Christmas and your daughter’s here.”
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve,
Saying, “Can I be a Pagan?” Dad said, “We’ll discuss it when they leave.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old,
And making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold…

And of course, the required Solstice tune…

“Here comes the sun” by the Beatles

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right…

In a little under thirteen hours, the world is reborn again and will be filled with exciting possibilities!


Mood: Here Comes the Sun!!!


Mabon Blessings

On Friday, September 23rd at 2:05 AM (Pacific Time) the wheel turned, as it does each year to the dark season.

(this illustration was linked to this article which gives a great explanation of equinoxes for those who are interested)

The Autumnal Equinox also known as Alban Elfed and Mabon by those who celebrate holidays/sacred time by “the wheel of the year” rather than a modern calendar is considered by many to be the 2nd of three harvest festivals; the first being Lammas/Lughnasadh usually in early august and the third and final being Samhain (Halloween time to early November).

I was scheduled to attend a formal observance with friends on Saturday night, but that was not to be.

Like any good seasonal celebration, this one took several days.

Friday morning started out with me gutting and filleting a 25 pound Chinook Salmon harvested from a local river. I did it with a dull knife (note to self, get a good fillet knife and sharpener)

This thing was huge and slippery and quite unwieldy when compared to the rainbow and golden trout I was used to. When I was done, the kitchen looked like a crime scene, I was covered in scales and slime, but I had two decent fillets and felt a sense of accomplishment.

Shortly after that, a feral cat tried to harvest one of my baby chicks from the cage on my back porch. I had left the screen door open because the sun was up and raccoons and other predators weren’t a threat. I heard a ruckus and ran to the back door where I discovered Sylvester (no longer welcome due to his stalking of the pullets out in the yard and even less welcome now) on top of the cage.

I also discovered little Shirley (she and her sister Laverne are six weeks old today) fluffed up, huddled in the corner and bleeding.

I was heart broken; I had been negligent due to being pissed off at the broken screen and had not properly secured the porch (hey, it was only for a few minutes while I got the big coop ready right?) These chicks are not afraid of cats, because they lived with a cat at Gardensphere for three days before I brought them home where BadKitty did not bother them. When the feral cat jumped on the cage, Shirley was not quick enough to move away and he got her through the bars tearing out some feathers and leaving some scratches.

I tended to her without stressing her out and making the shock worse, waited and hoped for the best. I knew that she was in shock and at risk for infection; I estimated her chances for survival at about 50/50. Better if she was still with us in the morning.

She was with us in the (Saturday) morning and was eating like a pig and drinking like a fish (as well as pecking, scratching and preening… all good signs).

By yesterday afternoon, she was jumping all over the place and her sister went from hovering over her in protective stance to giving her a good peck on the head.

Yes, infection could still set in and I’m watching for that, but it looks like she’s going to make it.

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Between the after effects of the antibiotics I was on, the being worried (and making myself) sick over what happened to Shirley and having bad sinus issues due to the rapid change in weather, I opted to stay home from both a bike ride and the Mabon observance on Saturday.

I did something I virtually never do; instead of working in the yard, doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen or any other number of things I should have been doing, I sat in my yard (soaking up the last bit of autumn sunshine) with a glass of my friend Don’s home made berry wine, some snacks, my laptop (to start this blog) and my camera to catch the antics of my funny new friends the Western Scrub Jays… (I’m used to only seeing the Stellars here)

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It was another moment of satisfaction, no… gratitude for all the things I’ve harvested over the year, physically such as in the garden, emotionally and spiritually.

It was a lovely time of just being content and grateful and if that’s not honoring the harvest, I don’t know what is.

I also spent time just sitting with the chickens on the ground outside the small coop that is now Laverne and Shirley’s home (because it was really going to help Shirley recover if I stared at her every waking moment right?). Chickens are a lot of fun to just sit and watch. (Ethel seems to be thinking, “What are YOU looking at?”)

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On Sunday morning I was starting to feel human again and went out to harvest the last of my blueberries for scone baking. A friend and new local “chicken baron” came by for coffee, scones and to check out my setup and ask chicken questions. He also brought some home made jam which was wonderful!

I hadn’t realized I was almost completely out of unbleached flour so they ended up being whole wheat scones.

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After that, Francine, Elizabeth, Gayle, Renee and Lia showed up for “stitch and bitch” to finish off the coffee and scones while knitting, crocheting and gabbing.

It was running late so I left the ladies to giggle in the living room and harvested my wonderful, red ripe, meaty heirloom paste tomatoes (San Marzano)

Who says you can’t grow lovely tomatoes in the cold dark PNW during a crappy summer?

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I used these to create an awesome sauce with garlic, onions and herbs out of my garden as well as some sausage and meat I found in my freezer.

I documented the process here (it’s actually as easy as opening a bunch of cans of tomatoes, sauce, paste, etc… and so much healthier and tastier)

If you click through to the individual pictures the process is described.

Gayle and Francine came back over later with pasta, meatballs, a fabulous cucumber salad from Gayle’s garden, wine and garlic bread and we watched Mists of Avalon and had a harvest feast during “intermission”.

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The movie dealing with the blending of Paganism and Christianity during the time of King Arthur was a good reminder that for me, honoring the cycles of life and seasons is more fulfilling and meaningful that the holidays plopped on a modern calendar.

All in all, I’d say it was a satisfying Mabon and that I am truly blessed.

and yowza, is my house and kitchen a mess…


Mood: Tired


A Fire Virgin No More

Saturday night was the “Super” (Perigee) Full Moon and was an Ostara (Spring Equinox) celebration hosted by some friends.

It was also the night that I decided to pop my fire cherry and light up the cathedral fire poi.

It had only been 31 days since my first time ever spinning poi. That may sound like a lot of days, but when you consider that the weather was horrid (deep freezes, snow, wind storms, hail, freezing rain) there were virtually no days to practice outdoors (ceilings, doorways and furniture are quite limiting to free artistic expression) so I was a bit nervous about scheduling something so soon. My fire mentors assured me that they thought I would do fine as long as I stuck to moves I was very comfortable with. (I had no intention of any behind the head moves 😉

We had an awesome safety crew including Michelle’s husband Jon and Becki’s son Marshall. We had wet towels, a fire blanket, an extinguisher and wet towels. There were also well defined fueling and performance/lighting areas and lots of spotters all the way around the spinners at all times to alert them if they caught on fire. Two folks did catch fire, but the spotters were on it and they were able to pat themselves out without even stopping their performances. (the safety team was at the ready if need be, but they weren’t needed) I’m quite pleased to say that I did not catch myself on fire.

So I covered up head to toe in cotton because it doesn’t ignite like synthetic fabrics which also melt, adhere to your skin and cause really nasty burns. (sexy eh?) and volunteered to go first.

Here I am about ready to “get lit”

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and away… we go…

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For little poi, they flamed up pretty big

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Here’s the Video of my first “burn” for those who haven’t seen it.

If the video doesn’t display properly in your browser/reader you can view it by making with the clicky clicky here

And yes, I made a bunch of mistakes and even hit myself once (but since the excess fuel had been squeezed out of them and I was wearing cotton, my shirt did not ignite) but it sure was a lot better than this… my first ever attempt… (when I beat the crap out of myself the whole time and actually hit myself in the face)

If the video doesn’t display properly in your browser/reader you can view it by making with the clicky clicky here

So I’m feeling pretty good about how far I’ve come in a short time (and really happy I didn’t burn myself)

I was not the only “virgin” that night, Jason totally rocked it with his fire staff; he was doing behind the back and under the leg stuff, totally amazing.

Becki broke out her fire fans for the first time and did a very sexy dance for us.

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and Deanna brought her hoop which was really amazing to watch.

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My friend Becki took some AMAZING photos of all of us, if you have a Facebook account, you can view them by clicking here

Here are a couple nice ones that she got of me.

I can’t wait to do it again… and with BIGGER fire. I just ordered Monkey Fists.


Mood: Excited


Last Squees of the Year


Welcome to “things that make me go Squee”.

Yes, I’m LATE again, doing this on Friday and never got around to venting venting for WTF Wednesday, but I’m ready to squee with glee.

In honor of Pop Fiend’s attempt at decreasing drama for at least one day a week on LiveJournal by promoting “Drama Free Thursday” (for those who aren’t aware, my blog is crossposted to LiveJournal, my self hosted WordPress blog, Blogspot, and Facebook), I offer up my own “special” (in a rode the short bus kind of way) contribution, “Things that Make Me go Squee!!!

* Things that make me go squee!” may has become a regular Thursday spectacle production because “Squee” rhymes with “Drama Free”, and I’m trying to do my part.

I think that almost everyone occasionally forgets to celebrate and share good things. I know I do. Given the challenges of the last week and a half, I need to squee this week.

So in the spirit of putting “good juju” out there, here are the current things that make me go “SQUEE!!!”

I am LOVING my wonderful little house on the Hilltop which is often filled with friends/chosen family, art, music and love.

*no, it doesn’t look quite like this today (although there is quite a bit of frozen graupel and ice still on the ground and roof, I just love this picture)

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Here is a shot of said “thunder graupel” as we were getting pounded.



I had the best Christmas ever which started out with 16 friends/chosen family sharing Christmas Eve in my home, several visits to others on Christmas Day and even more Boxing Day events, culminating in a friend and I having margaritas in my hot tub.

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I’m exhausted (but in a good way)

girlfriends came over on Monday for a fun stitch and bitch session, I baked my infamous “wild blueberry scones of doom” complete with devon cream, Julie brought home made peppermint marshmallows and some wicked Barcardi 151 rum balls and a great time was had by all.

I’m 3 ½ balls of Chunky Mochi yarn into a 5 ball scarf. I’m hoping to be able to wear this (my first ever knitting poject) next week.

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Holiday cards are still arriving. Some are photos, some are hand made, some are all glittery (ooh! Shiny!) Winner for “best card of the year” goes to the hand drawn one on yellow ruled paper that has a diagram for a raccoon trap for a chicken coop. (I keep them up year round, so no worries if they’re “late”)


I appear to be the only person on the Hilltop who thaws and rotates my hummingbird feeder during hard freezes, so every bird in the hood is here, fighting over the feeder, perching in trees and in the case of this little guy, hanging out on my holiday lights on the porch.

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BadKitty wants a hummingbird very VERY badly

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I am enjoying a cozy morning in front of the fire with a latte in the mug that my friend Kelly sent me for the holiday (and the other hummingbird feeder thawing)

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I’m going to celebrate GMT +3 New Year (Moscow time) with my BFF this afternoon.

After that, I’m going to a GMT New Years Eve party at Don and Paquita’s

Then I’m going to be safely home and off the roads before tonight’s hard freeze (OK, it’s still hard freeze right now, but the roads will thaw for a couple hours this afternoon)

I was going to go to First Night with friends tonight, but with temperatures in the 20s and so much ice still on the ground up here, I’m going to just hunker down here at home to work on my annual New Years collage art project. I’m ready for some quiet time as we transition out of the holiday season. (that, and I have three parties to attend next week so I need some sort of break)

Happy New Year all!

And here are little smilies for all the squees left unsqueed

And of course, the greatest squee of all…

I am blessed to have really GREAT friends in my life

And you can see a lot of them here… (if I don’t have a picture of you here, send me one)

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I wish everyone a happy and drama free Thursday, as well as lots of things to go “Squee” over.




Mood: Gotta Squee


Tacoma! Show us your Monkey!!!

Last night at Tacoma’s 100th Monkey party was a blast and a half.

Of course, it always is. Despite what some “Johnny-come lately” detractors might say, the Tacoma art community is vibrant and filled with amazing people.

However, this particular event, was even better than usual. I attribute this to two main factors; first, it was at Speakeasy and 2nd, the 100th monkey tiles were SOCK MONKEYS. This was a total act of genius!

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Seriously, what an ice breaker (s)…

“Show me your monkey!”

“Wow, you can tie it in a knot”

“Monkey? What Monkey?”

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“Is that a monkey in your pants?”

“You want to know my connection to the art community? Check out my butt” (explanation below)

“Why yes Sonia, I will chase your husband across the floor to take a picture of the monkey on his back for your amusement”

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“Why yes, I do like to play with my monkey”

“My monkey looks just like me? Really?” (most of us)

“Yes, I stuffed the whole monkey in my mouth eventually” (Steve Dunkelberger)

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“Of course, you can spank my monkey Paul (can I take a picture?)”

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Although, I already have my own icebreaker. At “the monkey” you put your name on the front, and your connection to the art community on your back. Well with my long hair, I can’t put a sticker on my back, so it goes on my backSIDE… “I take pretty pictures”. It’s a great conversation starter, gets my butt patted when I show up to have it applied and doesn’t get covered up by my hair.

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I got to hang out with some of my super awesome friends that I met through Speakeasy/100th Monkey

Margie (a recent monkey who’s tile graces my end table and NOT as a coaster) and Cindi

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Shakespeare in the Parking Lot” treated us to a performance and The Painkillers provided some great musical enertainment.

The Claw contingency showed up, and the famous infamous RRAnderson (aka 9 inch nachos) won the honor of being our next monkey.

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It was a great success and a fabulous night.

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Renee Timmer came up with a GREAT idea…

a dinner party with our monkeys.

I’m there!

Oh, and I love my monkey. His name is “Mo” and he carries a “man purse” (why yes, I did wear my vibram 5 fingers aka “monkey feet” to the party)

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More pictures are available here…

More April 2010 Tacoma 100th Monkey photos here

Come on Tacoma. Show me your monkey!



Who Spanked the Monkey?

I don’t have time to post until after work (and likely after the Tacoma Beer Runners get together) but decided to post some pictures from last night’s 100th Monkey event at Speakeasy.

The “tiles” this time were sock monkeys (how cool is that?)

There was much networking, socializing, celebrating the art community in Tacoma, and of course… monkeying around.

Pictures are here…. check them out and see who spanked the monkey last night.

I’ll try to get a post about the event as well as Drama Free Thursday up later.



I’ve been trying to find time to write up a thankfulness post and haven’t had time, so I’ll try to get creative here and weave my thanks into an update. (the things I am thankful for will be punctuated by a silly dancing turkey)

I am thankful for wonderful friends (who are part of the reason I’m so busy all the time and never get bored)

Thursday, I had not one, but two thanksgiving dinners; the first one was on the Seattle waterfront with my friend Janice.

I’m thankful for dinner with good friends and free parking days in Seattle.

It was a fabulous meal severed in several courses. We had clam chowder for the first course, then a course of steamed clams and muscles, then a course of salad, then a roast turkey (one full turkey for every two people at the table) yams, stuffing, mashed potatoes & gravy and cranberries and then of course a choice of pie for dessert. (and of course a couple different varieties of wine.

I really did LOL when the turkey came out with a big sprig of rosemary sticking out of it’s butt.

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After that, I ran home and baked a couple of pumpkin pies and made my stuffing for Friday.

Then, I headed over to Molly and Charlie’s for another fabulous dinner…

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I am so thankful to have Molly as my best friend and both of them as part of my “chosen family” (or as Charlie likes to say it, “better than family”)

I got a good night’s sleep

I am thankful for my apartment even if it’s not perfect. It’s mine, it’s cozy and it’s filled with bright shiny holiday lights and it’s a place to fill with friends.

Then I wrestled a 20 pound turkey into the roasting pan stuffed and trussed.

Guests started arriving at Noon and dinner was served at 2:30 PM. Guests came in and out throughout the day…

I am thankful for my job and being able to share food, drink and hospitality with my friends

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I had lots of wonderful new snowflakes cut for my tree.

The last guests left some time between 11:30 PM and midnight. That was almost a full 12 hours of people in and out of the house (sorry I didn’t get pictures of everyone) it was a great, but exhausting day.

I am thankful that I woke up to a clean apartment this morning. I had a break in waves of people which allowed me to get pots/pans, etc… clean and stayed up to clean the rest before going to bed.

I spent today getting my holiday cards ready to be mailed.

I am thankful that all my cards (and there was a ton of them) are in the mail now. I’ll have a few last minute address corrections or late additions to the list, but they’re all mailed. *I still have a few cards left, so if you’d like one just let me know.

I am thankful for my job which gives me security, benefits and an opportunity to be part of an organization that gives back to communities and works to protect the environment.

I spent some time working on my website and not only can you buy a calendar there, but I’ve got it all set up for selling prints, (mounted and framed if you like) and photo gifts. You can check out the new and improved website and place orders by clicking here

I am thankful that I’ve been getting more requests to shoot portraits for people.

I am thankful for the opportunities I’ve been given to write and photograph for two magazines and to display and sell my photography as part of a new, exciting art cooperative here in Tacoma

I am thankful that the Cascade and Olympic Mountains as well as the Pacific Ocean in are in my back yard and are my “playgrounds”. I’ve got my sno-park permit and my federal park/forest pass and am ready for some ski and snowshoe action.

I am thankful that my mother taught me how to make tasty lumpless gravy and tender flakey pie crust. I love cooking..

I am thankful for my BadKitty who’s been snuggled up with me most of the day today

Tomorrow, I’m going to spend most of the day at the Speakeasy Arts Cooperative. You should come down and visit. The artists will be there, many doing demonstrations and it’s going to be fun reception and social event. We’ll be there at 746 Broadway in downtown Tacoma from 11:00 AM to 6:00 PM.

I am thankful for wonderful friends