–Have you seen the #tweet4meat campaign on twitter? You will be seeing it if you follow me! For the second year in a row I’m participating to help raise funds for Heifer Project International. HPI uses your donation to purchase animals for needy families in poverty to give them the means to feed and raise income for themselves. A gift of a cow or a goat gives a family access to fresh milk which can be turned into butter or cheese or yogurt, the excess sold to boost family income. A gift of bees provides honey and wax. Chicks grow up to be egg-laying hens, and sheep provide the family with fiber. It’s a great way to help others, and god knows we need kindness in world now more than ever. Even a little bit helps. Retweeting #tweet4meat tweets also helps. Give what you can, do what you’re able!
–My friend Nic was kind enough to send the whole family little presents for Christmas, all the way from England, including a print of his Christmas A-Z poster. I just love it! He’s got more available in his shop.
–Elias often says, “AWWW!” when he sees an animal on TV. He doesn’t really discriminate between animals that are genuinely cute and animals that are, let’s say, graphically devouring a wildebeest.
–Last Friday we participated in one of our favorite holiday traditions, attending our town’s Christmas parade. We’ve been going for years with the Walton’s (here’s an adorable video of Isobel dancing to a marching band in 2013 and Kingston dancing in 2012). I brought candy canes and glow sticks and the Walton’s brought hot chocolate. Elias, who mostly slept through the parade and then ate some paper last year, really enjoyed it this year, and watching him clap and wave was adorable. Probably my favorite part of the parade, though, was when Kingston asked if he could join rollerderby.
–Elias is really hard to put to bed. It is a struggle and each night Anthony and I feel like we are reenacting that scene from Age of Ultron where Iron Man punches Hulk and screams GO TO SLEEP GO TO SLEEP repeatedly. One night he had been really quiet for awhile and Anthony and I thought he was out when he suddenly started reciting Blue Hat, Green Hat, which I had read to him earlier that day. Damn you, Boynton!
–Another steadfast holiday tradition is taking the kids for Christmas photos taken every year, and this year we arrived bright and early at the portrait studio only to find two other kids from her class (from two different families, no less) also getting their portraits taken at the same time. It was extra hilarious because we weren’t getting them done in our town, where that sort of thing often happens, we drove up the freeway to the city to get them done at the mall.
–A little boy at the grocery store took one look at Grandpa and said, “It’s Santa!”
–I made a bunch of soups last week to give away to friends and had so much tortilla soup left I kept a bit for ourselves. Isobel loved it, to my surprise, and told me that the soup I made filled up all her heart containers.
–After pictures my inlaws took us out for breakfast and over her fancy dress Isobel was wearing her Pikachu hoodie (of course). She is used to people calling out “Hey, Pikachu!” or “It’s Pikachu!” when they see her, so sometimes she waves and once she even did a little dance. One of the managers at the restaurant shouted “Hi there, Pikachu!” and came over to tell us that his son works at a comic book shop downtown and that on Sunday we’d have a local comic con. He thought we might like it on account of our Pikachu, and he was right! I was pretty Crohn’s sick this weekend, but Anthony and Justin took Isobel and Kingston over to the con and had a blast. The kids ran screaming from people who cosplayed comic book villains, something I’m sad to have missed. Isobel tried to convince Anthony to buy her a Pikachu backpack (she has two!) or another stuffed Pikachu (we have what feels like hundreds), but instead settled on a stuffed Wind Waker Link and some Pokemon buttons. He came back with a bag full of these beauties for me and some to give away to friends. The Starfleet Medical pins he bought for me and Stef, specifically, since our favorite characters are in Starfleet Medical, and because, well, we could definitely benefit from Starfleet Medical’s services.
–Isobel caught a cold and spent yesterday home from school. After binge-watching some terrible animated thing for most of the day she was feeling better but restless in the evening. We decided to work on sewing since I had stuff to mend and Elias was sleeping. She knows that my mom is a registered Cat Colony Caretaker and decided to make a blanket for homeless kitties to snuggle up to. She embroidered a rainbow in the middle and drew some happy cat faces with a marker. Then she signed it, “To Cats, From Isobel.”
–Upon running out of people to high-five, Elias will high-five himself.
Cratered & Couch Bound. A friend shares a beautifully written article on having Crohn’s disease.
FF Christmas Lights. My love letter to the internet.
Well Aware, Crohn’s Aware. My friend Nic is an amazing artist and illustrator from across the pond who also suffers from Crohn’s disease.
Snapshot 12.02.15. I was very tired last weekend, but somehow I got it done.
Thrifty Giving Tuesday. The Finale to Capitalist Orgy Weekend.
Mission Accomplished: NaBloPoMo. I did it!
Forget the $2M, this is easily the most interesting part of the whole deal between Wu-Tang and Martin Shkreli. I really want to know if Bill Murray was in on this, or if he’s as surprised as the rest of us.
If Frodo had google maps. I love this.
“Day three. They still don’t suspect anything.” This is how impostor syndrome makes me feel.
When U riding a pig, holdin’ a hammer N speakin’ Spanish N shit. Elias waved to this Vine and repeatedly kissed the screen.
Star Wars / Trump mashup is brilliant. So, so, so much funnier than I thought it would be.
Millennial Falcon. It was only a matter of time.
Worst Girl Names. With the exception of Fern. I like Fern.
“I wish you were making a lobster man.” – My Mom. “How to Use Leftover Lobster Shells,” American Culinary Art, 1958
Bat Kisses. This is also how Batman kisses, I assume.
What’s *truly* the greatest thing since sliced bread? Sliced chocolate. Completely unsurprised it’s from Japan. Also, waaaant.
Chris Hurst, whose girlfriend was killed on live TV in Roanoke, shares what it’s like in the 24 hours afterwards. This insanity needs to stop.
Meet the 46 U.S. Senators Who Voted Against Sensible Gun Control Law. The NRA has them in their pocket. Disgusting and intolerable.
Thrifty Stocking Stuffers. About a dozen of thrifty ideas.
Thriftier Stocking Stuffers. More ideas, but even thriftier.
Thriftiest Stocking Stuffers. Nearly twenty ideas that are the thriftiest of all.