This post is dedicated to a certain little bird who recently confided in me.....remember what I said. Keep your chin up chickadee, we've all been there. In the mean time here are some random occurrences to take your mind off the sad thing that the
internets would be interested to know as well:
* A week and a half ago my ankles were attacked by
yellow flies. I didn't really feel anything until a couple days later when hellfire itchy red bumps showed up and nothing would work. Not cortisone, not aloe, not crying or cursing the air. So you know, put that in your, "thank God that didn't happen to me" file. The red bumps are still covering my ankles even now and yes they still itch dammit.
*I finally finished, "
The Passion of Mary Magdalen," by Elizabeth Cunningham. Would I recommend it?
hmmm. As a Christian, make that an ex-Catholic Episcopalian, I can honestly say these kinds of stories don't freak me out in the least. I wasn't "there" so I don't know what happened and I'm not going to miss out on a good story just because of someone
else's uptight issues. But if I do recommend the book it would be because I think this book paints a really good portrait of the times and what life for women was like. If I don't recommend the book it would be because I thought the writing wasn't as good as it could have been. I think the author was trying to make the story more current by using a more slangy looser language and the poetry of the story kind of fell out the window by doing so. I haven't decided if I'll read the sequel or not. I thought the writing in "The
Da Vinci Code" was MUCH better but the
story in "The Passion of Mary Mag" was better. I'll just say this and leave it at that: Take a look at it if you like 'sacred feminine-Earthmother' literature(which I do), stay away if "The
Da Vinci Code" unleashed an urge to burn books.
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Ohoh! Since we're on reviews, I saw
Valkyrie yesterday. Yep, 2 years after everyone else did. It was good. I vaguely remember learning about this in my high school History class but it was very brief. This is a story that should have been told. I've heard many German Americans talk about how they were treated after the war. I like to laugh at how weird Tom Cruise is but deep inside there's a little 6th grader who still thinks he's cute.
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True Blood starts this Sunday. That should make you feel better Chickadee. You love that show. You heart Bill I know it.
*Whilst jogging this morning I took this picture. I pass this little cement drawing everyday when I jog and I think it's funny considering the neighborhood it was drawn it. If your eyes are not accustomed to Socialist propaganda(as mine were not either up until the 4th time I passed this and finally got it) then I'll tell you it's a hammer and sickle with a few paw prints. This leads me to believe our little artist must have had a pup companion. (Or should I say comrade?) Anyway the point I was trying to make is the location. If only you knew where I lived my friends. I live amongst the sort of people who's cats have more money than the 98% of the rest of us. Amongst the
Teabagger-Tea Party inclined. Apparently they have been infiltrated.
*And if that hasn't cheered you up my sad friend try this: This is my cheer up mug. Purchased from Pottery Barn a couple months ago. I had to use it all winter for tea and such because I was sick and I'm telling you, it's the cure for depression.
How could anyone be greeted by this face over a cup of tea and still be depressed? Not me. But then I'm always a sucker for a little friendly face. Even if it is a ceramic one.
And I bought two, there's one for you Chickadee so don't be a stranger anymore. And don't be sad.
