Hello everyone! Just popping in for a quick hello. I’m medicated (again)…have not taken this many pills in a very long time. Eh, I figure that the crown will be worth it. Though, honestly, I’d prefer a tiara. Or at least a scepter. 🙂
Thank you for the wonderful birthday wishes, cards, notes, and other sweet gestures in the past week. I am glad you liked the snippet from last week. I really enjoyed writing it, and I’m glad that it brought tears to your eyes, Cat.
I’ve always been very low-key about birthday celebrations (at least my own), and this year surprised me. One sweet friend surprised me with a Mother Gothel doll. Mm, Mother Gothel. I had to giggle because the doll was from a vanilla friend. I’m sure a spanko friend would have included a hairbrush. 😀 I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend I’d already purchased another Mother Gothel doll last year. I figure I can now have one pristine doll in the box and another doll to use for still shots. Oh wait. With what camera? 😛
Other friends surprised me with various baking toys and supplies. I’m eager to try them out, and I’ve already used some new spices. Did you know that you can get seasoned salt? I sure didn’t. I tried it in a pizza-potato casserole tonight. Yum. I’m also well-enough stocked with butterscotch and chocolate chips to make a boxload of cookies. Good thing I didn’t give up baking for Lent.
In other news, I’ve learned the secret to filling teeny-tiny communion cups. There’s a cup with a push-button pump, and it allows for easy aim and control. It’s like setting up a tea party for grown ups. I’ve also learned the words parament, paten, purificator, burse, pall, and sacristy. Is it very wrong that my naughty mind spins with naughty ideas for a naughty story involving said sacred items? I am sure I will find a cozy spot in a very warm place when I die, so I might as well enjoy the ride before I get there. 😀
I went to my first church potluck in many years, and I have to say…these quilting grannies know how to cook. Wow. I have to find out who made the clam chowder so I can get the recipe. Preferably with a tutorial in person. There’s something comforting about church potlucks, right down to the obligatory lemonade-from-a-mix served for children and those few adults who don’t drink coffee. I remember when drinking coffee meant becoming a grown up. Then I became a grown up and realized coffee had nothing to do with it.
I’ve recently discovered Lizzy the Lezzy and have laughed myself sick. She’s crass, she’s foul-mouthed, she’s strident and in-your-face and completely inappropriate. Yet I still find and watch her videos. She slams pretty much everyone who believes in a religion, her singing voice is terrible, and her cartoons barely qualify as animated. I watch anyway because she finds a way to take the most annoying, irritating assumptions about F/F and make them ridiculous. I try to bring F/F to people’s awareness with empathy, connecting with characters, and earnest sincerity. Lizzy snarks at everyone and everything, but while getting people to laugh she sneaks in some great points. It’s nice to see a champion of F/F, even if everything she says makes me blush.
Oh, and finally–Governing Ana can neither confirm nor deny rumors that Ana may in fact be Kristine Claus. Mrs. Claus is too busy to make a statement on the matter, but she’s recently restocked her arsenal of wooden spoons. So I would advise you to be careful about staying on Ana’s good side, just in case. 😀
Good wishes and blessings to you.