So I was flipping through one of those Miles Kimball catalogs that comes in the mail (and believe me there is a lot of material in there for slow Carol Kroll news days. READ: frequently) and came across this.
Let’s not even get into the fact that there are poor children on the planet needing clothing. Let’s just accept that plastic geese need clothing. And let’s discuss these outfits because I am really needing some clarification.
January sports a fine English caroler probably complete with figgy pudding and a mug of wassail.
February is a hospital gown (psych ward) for the doldrums of winter? No wait, a Cupid’s outfit. Of course.
March. Can anyone help me out with March? Like seriously….
April is of course an Easter goose bunny with Easter goose bunny cape. I love Easter goose bunny capes.
May is a rain slicker because geese hate water.
June is all about diplomas and learning all of life’s secrets and letdowns. His plastic goose parents will be proud.
Scoot on over to July and you have a mystery. The blue hat watermelon cape club? Also not sure why July is the show piece.
August is terrifying just plain and simple. If you can defend the drooping breasts of a plastic goose, I don’t care to meet you.
September anyone? The best I have is a Sherwood Forest ensemble and didn’t realize that was a special September holiday.
October starts coming back to us. But just note that the purple Merlin outfit might not find you the candy booty you are looking for say, had you gone as a pumpkin or witch.
November and December all bring us back to normal if you find dressing a plastic goose “normal” that is.
And for $50 this could all be yours. Or you could buy a tank of gas.
August 7, 2008 | | Views (69)
I have been visiting zombocom a lot lately. It’s clear that I can do anything there. I highly recommend it. Especially when the voices inside your head are in direct contrast with what the voices on zombocom tell you. Pull that little diddy up and you’re all set.
I bet you think I am being sarcastic. Or even funny and fictional. I’m not. I am quite serious, in fact.
Another part of my process to finally become whatever it is in this lifetime I am supposed to become, is doing my regular tarot card readings. Then I journal about them in my book and draw pictures to solidify what it is my guides are trying to tell me to do. I prefer guides to angels and I prefer spiritual journey, higher power to God™ yes in the trademarked sense – but you just use whatever visuals you need to. Don’t let me offend your belief system.
Now, before anyone gets all regal and says this is devil’s work – it’s not. In fact QUITE the opposite. I have said it before that “the devil” has far more important work to get done than concern himself with tarot cards. Well, Vegas and “ITS” cards are a whole different story. Pure evil lives there (aside from the killer deliciously cheap buffets) I’m quite sure I met Senor Diablo there once or twice when I lived in Vegas for a bit. Felt the presence “of” behind the Sands when I saw folks buying drugs and other pleasures of the flesh IN BROAD DAYLIGHT as I drove by while doing errands as a runner for Paramount.
Overall, fun town (stay ON the strip) but could never consider LIVING there. Not to mention its in the desert and I wont even go into the environmental nightmare it poses.
Anyway, back to my exploratory findings which are my life, this tarot card reading proved to be very positive and encouraging (before this they were not, yet they were definitely telling me to get my head out of my ass and nobody really likes to be told that, but if they are honest with themselves they will realize it, try to swallow it, and work on it) The main theme THIS TIME however, was to be fearless and success WILL come my way. And I mean EVERY card said that.
Woot!
So I am going to continue on my present path of crazy and do just that. But I also like Morgyn’s idea too.
But, why does the movie A Beautiful Mind always surface when I am in the throws of creativity? I think we all know how THAT turned out.
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Well, I decided it was time to get the glasses I have always wanted. The vintagey “cat’s eye” glasses with little sparkles on the side. A goofy smile, but heh, I’ve never been too photogenic.
Hey, and thank you all for the kind comments on my previous entry. I have been learning a lot lately about how when I start gaining momentum in my endeavors, that I self sabotage and cease to continue. Over and over and over again. It is a struggle, but this time I’m determined to work through it this unhelpful cycle and pattern in my life.
The previous entry dedicated to being “on a roll”
This post is all about staying on the roll and not getting left behind in the wake of that roll.
Ever gone tubing? Behind a speed boat? Every time the boat takes off you swear you are not going to let go, but somehow it happens and your in the middle of the lake hoping the boat notices and turns around to get you?
I’m still on the tube, so no worries, I’m just worried about the sharp turn the boat that’s pulling me seems to want to make. Maybe it will maybe it wont, but I’m keeping my eye on it.
On that note, I’m gonna take a night time nap.
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