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| Friday, December 25th, 2009 |
thehobbit
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9:24a |
Oh food.
So before starting the Christmas dinner preparations, we all sat down in the living room for a movie. Julie and Julia (or the other way around). It has convinced my family that I really can't give up on culinary school, and my Mother has promised to get me Julia Child's book. While I can't exactly stop misting up and sniffling, I'm kind of glad. Guess it's one of those nudges you can't ignore. Will I go to Le Cordon Bleu like Julia Child and Batali? Oh, probably not, but I found a way to go to culinary school for free. I think I'll finally look into that. I always dreamed of having my own restaurant, but maybe I should think about catering or teaching. Keep my own hours, basically be my own boss. It's the reason why I wanted my own restaurant. Tired of bustin my hump to watch others reap the rewards of my hard work. |
| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 |
stelladellasera
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11:58p |
Seventeen Christmases
It’s another Christmas eve. Let me count them again. For Lucia and me, this is our seventeenth Christmas together. Not necessarily as a couple, but together somehow. Seventeen Christmases, like perfect white pearls on a string. Some more perfect than others. This one is perfect! We’ll add another pearl to the string for every Christmas of our lives. If we live to be a hundred, Lucia and I will have spent eighty-nine Christmases together. Together somehow. The first eleven Christmases of our lives—I think we were looking for each other. Once we found each other, the autumn we were twelve, we never let go. Not really. Not all the way. Not for long. Other people got in the way, but we always found our way back to each other. When we were twelve, we didn’t really know what we’d found yet in each other, but we knew we wanted it. We needed it. We knew we’d found our missing halves. We knew that together was where we belonged. And we have been together, physically together, touching and holding each other, for at least a little while, no matter what we were doing, no matter where we were living, no matter who was in the way, every single Christmas since that Christmas when we were twelve. Seventeen Christmases. Lucia, I promise you, we will never miss a single one, and I will be always be yours. This Christmas is our fourth together as a couple, a couple couple. A couple for happily ever after. The year just ahead of us will be our Year Four. It’s the Island’s third Christmas as a family, our second as the New Island, Insula Nova, and our first as a family of twelve. Our second Christmas with Danny and Joshie and Evie as part of the Island, and our first with Ciara and Kelly, our baby tigers, fully on board. They are indispensable! We can’t imagine how we lived without a single one of them. Our first with our new girl, Lucia’s new girl and my new girl, our beautiful Marie-Azélie. We call her Zizi. This is Zizi’s very first Christmas with us. We’re as excited as if this were the world’s first Christmas. It is, in a way, for her, and for us too. It’s the first Christmas of her new life, in a new world, with a new family, a new home, new love. And every Christmas with her after this one will be another pearl on the same string. Why am I counting all these numbers tonight? I don’t know. Maybe because Christmas makes you think about your past and present and future, like Ebenezer Scrooge’s three spirits. Because these are the numbers with which my life is rich. I’m lucky to be so rich. Rich in love, not money, rich in passion, not power or position, rich in friends and family, not fame or fortune. Because it’s a beautiful cold clear snowy white Christmas and I’m surrounded by the people I love. I love them all with all my heart, and I love my life with them, and I want so many more years with them, so many more pearls on the string of my life. Because it’s almost midnight, and the party is rockin’ all around me and Lucia said if I really wanted to do this on Christmas eve, I’d better do it before Christmas eve was over and Christmas day had begun. And because I want to wish you all a Christmas full of love. Merry Christmas from me and my little Island. Stella, from me and Lucia, Rachel, Caitie, Evie, Ronnie, Annie, Danny, Joshie, Ciara, Kelly and Zizi Current Music: Ani Lorak "Oksana's Song" |
thehobbit
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3:24a |
Wooooooooo!
I'm safely in Florida. The trip took forever because we drove really slow (ended up taking Mike's car even though we thought it'd explode and didn't-yay!), but I now understand why people get video playing mp3 players. 8 hours of Dr. Who. I'm mostly done with season three, yay thank the Gods. There have been a few good episodes but since David Tennet still hasn't really grown on me dealing with him and fucking Martha makes me want to cut myself. I LOATHE Martha. Dealing with Martha has only really been bearable now that we're on to the Master (bwahahahhaa The Master, that guy...kills me). Other than that GOOD side characters are completely necessary to not make this season drag mercilessly. I also feel like we've skipped every other episode because Mike deems them "bad" and I can't even be arsed to care. Doctor+Martha=fail boat supreme. Sweet Jesus bring on Donna Noble already. Believe it or not I already LOVE her. LOVE HER. And having her back and knowing Billie Piper will be along shortly there after...heaven. How sad is it I can only deal with this stupid show because of the companions? I guess they're my hope though since I know Chris Eccleston is for really really not coming back. I mean, when am I supposed to love David Tennet again? Because ffs it's just not happening fast enough. He has his moments (Cybermen vs. Daleks, a PLUS, though I mostly sobbed for Rose), but over all he just annoys the ever living piss out of me. I think it's why I like Donna. Hearing her make fun of him was HIlarious. |
| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
thehobbit
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9:56a |
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thehobbit
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1:36a |
An open letter to Sam Kieth in response to his interview with Suicide Girls.
http://suicidegirls.com/interviews/Sam+Kieth/Dear Mr. Kieth, Most little girls growing up found a movie or a musician or a female figure who stood out to them as an idol. They put pictures up of them on their walls, because that's who they wanted to be. They saw some part of themselves staring back from those pictures, so for them those women were easy to emulate. I was never like that. I mean, I had a few female idols, but they were never the norm. Not even your run of the mill super heroines. I had Tori Amos and The Cure plastered on my walls and I felt alone, isolated, perfectly normal looking with fucked up insides. I felt like the inside of my brain would someday explode and everyone would know just what a messed up little freak I was. I covered that up with bravado, false gusto, and being too loud mouthed and never thinking before I spoke. I was a scared shitless wimp. The super heroes saved the pretty girls, and I was pretty sure girls like me weren't rescued. We were forced to save some shit bag because our balls were bigger. What I'm saying is, girls like me, when we're little, we're freaks. We know it. The world knows it. We're uncomfortable and out of place, but you Sir, you alone gave me a world were other women like me existed. They were the Super Heroines. They were the Goddesses. Their pot bellies, crazed hair, and saggy boobs were all the rage, and they even had super heroes trying to save them. Even if they were homeless men in purple tights with no future, or a past for that matter. Yet you showed me that those girls, me, had someone. That Sir was life changing. And sometimes, like now when I sit down to type this up, I get teary eyed. I get teary eyed because in a lot of ways you saved me. You found me, reached out, and said hey, you're not alone. Come here. Come to where the others like you are. And even though those people were on the pages of a book, I still felt a little normal. So thanks Mr. Kieth. Thank you for making us freaks know we're not alone. A fan, Emily |
thehobbit
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12:57a |
Dear Santa
Bring me a Choli so I can justify never wearing a real bra ever again. Thanks Sir. I promise I've even been kind of good. Kisses! Emily |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 |
thehobbit
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3:13p |
Power failing
It's taking everything in me to not go back to bed. I'm cold and tired. I want to sleep. First thing of yarn is almost done on Mike's scarf. Then to finish Ian's. Then hopefully I can start knocking out hats. The response has been incredible, just frustrating. Being an amateur knitter means I can only go so fast, and people keep trying to ask for things way out of my range. Upside, Vag has offered to basically be my tam guinea pig. I just don't think she realizes that she wants a tam, and is my guinea pig. Her's thankfully does have a time stamp on it, so I'm pretty stoked. Here's to having a tam done by march. |
| Saturday, December 19th, 2009 |
thehobbit
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1:41a |
Edit to the ego post
I told Mike of my realization about said friend dating ugly, ugly girls. He said I was just jealous. I showed him said girlfriend. He then proceeded to ask me at least five times if she was in fact a girl. I just kept saying yes. |
| Friday, December 18th, 2009 |
thehobbit
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2:02a |
Way my brain works.
Long ago boy scorned me. Boy has so far since only dated really thin, relatively unattractive women. Realization? I was too hot. Blam. Hi ego. Glad to see you're still alive and kicking. Same thought process: boyfriend is willing to talk about my most unflattering features such as acne (see jawline, hairline, and neck) and how bad I look in white/pastels. Boyfriend also comments on how attractive he thinks I am. If he is honest about one, he's honest about the other. Thus? Boyfriend thinks I'm hot. BLAMO! Go ego, GO! My life has no real substance, no. Okay, that's a lie. I just don't really have anything of importance to say. |
| Monday, December 14th, 2009 |
stelladellasera
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11:22p |
Saint Lucia
Yesterday was the feast day of Saint Lucia. She is said to bring light to the dark days of winter and she is much celebrated in Scandinavia. I’ve been reading a little about that, and I love the images I found on the web of processions of little girls in white robes wearing crowns of candles, symbolizing Saint Lucia bringing light into the darkness. We’re not very used to celebrating Saint Lucia’s day here, but some friends of ours far away were celebrating, and we ended up celebrating Saint Lucia ourselves. This was a big party weekend for the Island, a weekend full of company Christmas parties, Lucia’s and my company and Rachel and Caitie’s company, full of dressing to kill and dancing the night away two big shiny sparkly nights in a row, and also going to Mass with the people I love and lighting candles to send wishes winging far away and making Christmas cookies and decorating our first Christmas tree of the season and spreading pine boughs and candles all over the house. And falling stars! We watched the Geminid meteor shower last night while we were splashing in the hot tub by the pool with all the lights off, and the sky was full of light and my arms were full of the women I love and it was so beautiful. It was just another night on the Island and it was a perfect night. We’ll be putting up a couple of more trees soon too, our houses are starting to look like Christmas now, and we made gingerbread angels and Christmas cookies and even some gingerbread cats with Cheshire cat grins, in homage to the “Lucia cats” they bake in Sweden in honor of Saint Lucia. Our Lucia cats were probably not very much like a genuine Swedish Lucia cat, but they were enough to bring a Cheshire cat grin to my own personal Saint Lucia, and that’s all that mattered at the moment. (Thanks to Kelly and Annie for the eleventh hour Lucia cats! You shake and bake, babies.) I have a Saint Lucia in my life too. She is my saint, my goddess, my Owner, my lover, my partner, my life. She is the one who brought the light into my life and pulled me up out of the darkness. A thousand times now. Ten thousand times. Every single day she brings light into my heart with her love. She loves me. More than I can even imagine. I love her more than life. Far more than life. She is my life. And what a life! Life is more complicated than ever here on the Island, and in my life with Lucia. The Island now numbers twelve, and Lucia and I and Zizi make three. Three is much more complicated than two, did you know? And there are other complexities here too, the complexities on the Island seem to be endless now. But it’s also true to say my life is very simple. I belong to Lucia. In every possible way, and with all my heart. My life is hers. She is my light and my life. Lucia, thank you. For your light, for my life, for your love. For everything. For being my Cheshire Lucia cat smiling in the dark woods of Wonderland. For filling my life with light. For Zizi. For the Island. For everything. Stella Current Music: “Santa Lucia,” Enrico Caruso |
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cero_amicos
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10:13p |
Last Evening With Friends for 2009
Hard to believe it is December already.
As I look back on 2009 there have been some definite Highs and Lows.
One of the high points has been spending a casual Evening with Friends each month.
At this busy time of year, there is just enough time left for one more
Evening with Friends before we wrap up the year:
Saturday December 19th, 2009
5:00 pm onwards
BYOB
Snacks Welcome
# 302 - 3234 Quadra St
Building is called the Lady Harley
250 384 1764
250 888 6465 cell
There are four Visitor Parking spaces on the left as you come into the parking lot
There is parking at the Lawyer's office at the corner of Quadra & Tolmie (it is the weekend)
There is street parking on Tolmie
Hope to see people on Saturday.
If you have any questions, send me an email or give me a call.
Love & Hugs,
Heather Anne
Current Mood: busyCurrent Music: None at the Moment |
thehobbit
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1:36p |
Unusual amount of posts, and unusual post from yours truly.
While I normally think holidays are bunk because I feel everyone should be pretty celebratory and happy all year round, I rarely put up a thankful post. I have a lot to be thankful for this year though. I am thankful I kept my job. It's not a great job, but my store didn't close and I kept my pay rate and even got raises. All of these things are worth being thankful for, even if I do whine about my hours and mostly my boss. To his face. Friends. This is a huge list, because a lot of you are new this year. I mean, up until last December only a small handful of the burlesque community was personally a friend of mine. Now, I feel like most of it is. Plus, I'm friends with the greatest door guy, two of the most amazing emcees, and several competition winning performers. We're talking people who have traveled the globe here. Beautiful women and men, and not only do I get to watch them perform, sometimes they let me perform, and they always give me the ability to play with their underthings. That's right guys, when that girl throws her glove at you you know I'm right there to get it back from you. I will even wrestle you to the ground for that shit. Believe it or not I'm even thankful for my internet friends. Due to several communities that WILL NOT BE NAMED, I've found a group of like minded humans who share many of my similar interests, and if they don't allow me to pick their minds to find the answers to questions. The best part? The internet finally met the real world and some of the coolest online people I know I also get to eat dinner with. How fancy is that? Family. Hi Ian! Hi Mike! Hell, even Justin who still hates me, I'm glad for him too. All the men in my life have taught me big important lessons, and even if we can, or can't, be together it doesn't mean I'm not thankful for the time we had together. Every relationship brings something to your life. It's always worth it to be thankful for the experience. And to the rest of you who are my family through actual blood and probably not my pants, you've put up with me for 27 years. Here's to 27 more! I'll even add a little section for pets here. I have the best dogs and cats in my life. Even if they belong to other people, like Maddie. So if I ever seem under the weather, overwhelmed, or underwhelmed know that this is all I ever wanted for Christmas. Or my birthday. Or my life. To all of you who make things what they are, thank you to you. And any old friends who feel you were overlooked, shush now. Most of you got me to the beginning point of this year whether I liked it or not, and then pushed or pulled me through. |
thehobbit
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1:23p |
No really, it's true. Ask anyone I've ever dated.
I just finished putting together the fake tree naked. Mike and I bought a real one, he got frustrated with it and threw it away. He then half put up the other one. So in my usual state if I'm at home, I just put it up naked. I've put together computer desks naked and even usually cook naked. Doing things naked just makes me feel way more accomplished. Anyone can do anything in clothes. I did it naked. For the record, with my nonstop Eureka watching right now, yes I do feel unusually close to Taggart because he also does everything naked. God bless naked people. |
thehobbit
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12:52p |
Unnnnnnnnngh.
So I've been steadily gaining weight over the past couple of months. I assumed it was terrible diet and lack of exercise (no lie my boyfriend's phone's background picture is me with a handful of sour gummy candies shoved in my mouth, that kind of terrible diet). I might have realized my second downfall. I've hit a money black spot right now. The past four months have been me scraping pennies together to get any fun things that I want, etc and mostly hiding at my boyfriend's house. This means I haven't done a burlesque show since...I think the anniversary show in August. I feel like I got hit repeatedly by the beating stick from all the running, bounding, squatting, and bending I did at the Christmas show. So, this past year burlesque not only saved my life (seriously, cheapest therapy ever after getting divorced, because Saturday was my one year of accidentally falling into the greatest thing of my life), but was apparently keeping me in shape. Chasing these half naked women around not only helped my ego, my outlook, but also kept my ass in check. Back to starving to chase around half naked women. It helped so much. ALSO. The show on Saturday was great, with a lot of fantastic repeat performances I've seen before, but I have to shout out to Miss Talloolah Love. She unveiled a new number that I'll call by the song name, Feelin' Good, and oh my God it brought me to tears. I had goose bumps for I don't know how long, but the second performance found me teary eyed. It was hot, it was beautiful, it was sensual. It was classy. It was everything burlesque is supposed to be and she nailed that sucker so hard it went out of the park and won the game. No lie I want a copy of that second performance so I can show it to everyone I know. Damn. If you don't know who she is, go. Google her. Or wait for her to reply to this so you can tell her how awesome she is. I even had to stop and make a comment to her hubby (shhhhh). I mean, in the grand scheme he doesn't need reminding how awesome his wife is, but on the other hand, sometimes you should just be told. |
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