The Last Feast of 2004
December 31, 2004 | 3 Comments
Oh, and this Feast has a retrospective theme to it, too. Interesting!
Appetizer:
Using only 5 words, describe how 2004 went for you.
Mostly sunny; chance of rain.
Soup:
Name something you did in 2004 that you’ll probably never do again.
Stepped on the scale and became discouraged. I?ve done that for many years, but 2004 was the last year it?s going to happen.
Salad:
What did you learn about yourself in 2004?
- I have a lot more love inside of me than I ever realized, and it feels good to share it with others.
- I also seem to have more anger inside of me than I ever realized, and 99% of the time it is misdirected towards myself.
- I?m probably going to be in therapy for at least a few more years and it doesn?t bother me anymore.
- The majority of the time in the past when I was irritable, bitchy, lazy, restless, etc? I was actually exhausted from lack of sleep and oxygen and it was manifesting itself in those ways. Now I am more rested. The Queen Bitch attitude you have witnessed since late autumn is completely pure, heartfelt and genuine. Hee.
- Two words: The Vault.
?Nuff said.
Main Course:
What notable news event from 2004 will stand out most in your memory?
So much happened this year that it?s hard to choose just one event. Honestly, don?t you think this was an incredibly busy ?news? year? It was mind-boggling!
What stands out most in my memory, however, is the re-election of President Bush. I?ve never been so fucking relieved in my life. (Sorry to all of my Democrat friends, but I still feel that John Kerry and his liberal henchmen would have ruined this country.)
Dessert:
Name something you purchased in 2004 that you really, really like.
We bought a couple of recliners for the living room and they are definitely the most comfortable chairs we?ve ever owned. They are Atlas chairs made by La-Z-Boy ? especially designed for big and tall people. Not only are they roomy, but the foot rest extends a few extra inches so my legs aren?t hanging off the end, and the arms are higher than other recliners so I can actually feel supported while I am embroidering or working on my laptop computer.
The only problem is that the chairs themselves are much bigger and taller than usual, so the rest of the furniture is a little squished together in the room. Something?s got to go, but it sure won?t be one of these recliners!
I?m feeling a little better today. I can?t figure out what the heck this is. It?s like all of the symptoms came on like gangbusters, and then just lurked around like a thug in the shadows for a day or so. Now things seem to be improving. Maybe that was it!? Could I be so lucky? (If so, I?ll take the luck.)
Thanks to everyone for the nice Get Well wishes; you really are a bunch of sweeties.
What?s everyone doing for New Year?s Eve? We?re staying in, as usual, since we aren?t the public drunken revelry types. I think there?s a South Park marathon on too, so we?ll probably be watching that. We are the private juvenile snickering types.
But I?m going to begin a new tradition, as well. I?m going to make a painting or a collage on New Year?s Eve this year and every year to come. I?ve been wanting to start a ?made on the same date each year? series for a while now and this seems like a fun time to do it. I think I?ll even do something unusual to denote the works as a series. Like paint a tiny heart with a special shade of pink somewhere in each painting, exactly at the stroke of midnight!
That would be cool.
That way when the entire series is hanging in the Museum of Modern Art some day everyone will have fun trying to locate The Stroke-of- Midnight Pink Heart.
Hey, it could happen!
Have a fun and safe celebration tonight, my friends. I’ll write again soon. ~ ~ ~ 
*A-a-a-CHOOOOOOOOOooooooo!*
December 29, 2004 | 6 Comments
Did you ever feel perfectly fine one day… and then less than 6 hours later realize you are coming down with the head-cold from hell?
I went to bed around midnight. I got up around 3 a.m. because I was feeling a little achy. And now this. Sneezy, congested, scratchy throat and coughing. I’ll spare you the Kleenex wad count. It’s ridiculous.
I bet it’s out-of-town germs that came into the house via Christmas cards.
I bet it was Crazy Uncle Lowell’s card that did it. I can see him now…
“Snub me, will ya? BAAAAAHHHAAAAAA! Here, have a good dose of the flu! RRRRAaaaaaahahhhaaa *cough cough*”
As you can see, I get paranoid when I become ill, too.
Ah well. First some more juice, then back to bed I go. More later, if I don’t succumb to the crud.
Inside the Actor’s (Artist’s?) Studio
December 27, 2004 | 7 Comments
Do you ever watch that show? I do once in a while when there is someone good being interviewed. My favorite was when the cast of “The Simpsons” was on. It was hilarious to hear the voices of the cartoon characters coming out of human beings. Doh!
Anyway, at the end of each interview, James Lipton, the host, asks each of his guests the following list of questions. Now I’m going to pretend I’m famous and he is interviewing me! (You can play along on your own blog, I don’t mind.)
What is your favorite word?
Omniscient.
Not so much for how it sounds, but for what it means. We are all ?all knowing? whether we accept it or not. Everyone of us has been here since the beginning of time. We are eternal. We?ve witnessed it all. It?s just a matter of remembering the details.
What is your least favorite word?
Panties.
Gawd, I really hate that word. It has such a nasal sound to it and usually when people say it out loud it sounds lecherous. I?d rather hear a person standing on a street corner screaming VAGINA! VAGINA! than hear a salesclerk say ?There?s a sale on panties this week!? A sale on panties. Makes me want to yell? ?Are your panties half off?!? Nastiness.
What turns you on?
Passion that is fueled by intelligence, creativity and genuine love. It’s a rare find.
What turns you off?
Lazy crybabies who attempt to leech energy off of others.
What sound or noise do you love?
The sounds of tender kissing.
What sound or noise do you hate?
Two pieces of Styrofoam squeaking against each other. I?m not kidding, it can make my knees buckle and cause me to roll around helplessly on the floor. Seriously, if you ever need to disable me for some nefarious reason, squeaking styrofoam would do it.
What is your favorite curse word?
Skunt. It?s a delightful combination of skanky and ?uh.. that other word.
And it makes a great song lyric. For example:
“I know a skunt, she lives next do??
I know a skunt, she?s a nasty ho?…”
See? Hee.
What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
Acting. I know I?d be good at it, too. Like Academy Award good.
Plus, then I could infiltrate the leftist Hollywood regime and start talking some sense into them, one bleeding-heart liberal at a time?
What profession would you never like to attempt under any circumstances?
Prostitution. I truly cannot imagine anything more horrible or degrading than that.
If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrived at the Pearly Gates?
?Hey, kid? come on in! Your Big Pink Studio is waiting for you.?
By the way, I want to start a movement in this country to come up with a better name for women’s underwear in 2005. “Panties” has got to go. I wish “mittens” wasn’t already taken because that would be a good word for ‘em. Butt Mittens.
“Honey, check out these new butt mittens I bought today! They were half off!”
See how much better that sounds?
Pretend the dreaded “panties” word doesn’t exist anymore. What would you call them?
*??`?.??.???`?-? Holiday pleasures ?-???`?.??.???`*
December 25, 2004 | 3 Comments
Sugar cookies and tea. For breakfast. Because it?s Christmas.
Paper, ribbons and bows. Ripped to shreds and flying everywhere.
Christmas carols — all of them, even the James Brown ones!
Kitties wigged out on cat nip and new toys — yet amazingly the tree still stands!
Seinfeld DVDs! New scarlet Fiestaware! A wrench! A wrench??
Checking in with far-away family…
A delectable rib roast cooking in the oven…
?A Christmas Story? ? 24 hours of it looping on the tube. (Repeat after me: ?You?ll shoot your eye out!?)
The snow is still falling?
One more cookie?
Jingling the bells one more time?
Thanking God for the many blessings.
Wise men still seek Him.
December 24, 2004 | 2 Comments
The angel announced that she was going to have a baby.
“That’s impossible for I am not yet married,” answered Mary.
“This baby will be very special. He will be the Son of God.”
Although Mary did not fully understand she agreed to the Word of God. She was devout.
Some months later Mary and Joseph were married. When it was near to her time they travelled to Bethlehem but found it very crowded. Not a room was available. Then one kind man noticing how tired and heavy with child she was offered them the use of a stable.
Gentle animals - cows, donkeys, lambs and poultry - greeted them. During the night Mary’s boy child was born. She wrapped the baby Jesus in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger cushioned with hay. The cows, donkeys and sheep peered into the manger and with their constant breathing kept the baby warm whilst Mary slept.
Out in the countryside beyond Bethlehem the bright light that appeared in the sky was seen by some shepherds tending their flocks. They became frightened until an angel appeared and told them not to be.
“I have great news. A child has been born in a stable in Bethlehem who will save all the world.”
They were amazed and decided to go and see this ‘Saviour’ for themselves. With their flocks they arrived at the stable and gazed down in wonderment at the baby Jesus. They then set off to relate this happy event to all in the area.
“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace to men who enjoy his favour.”
The shepherds returned to the hills glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen; it was exactly as they had been told.
Mary treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart.
That same bright light had been seen by three wise men in the East. They knew a great king had been born.
After travelling to Jerusalem and enquiring from King Herod where this king might be they were instructed by him to “please find him and tell me of his whereabouts.”
A star lead them to Bethlehem and to the baby Jesus.
The three wise men entered the stable and worshiped the baby. They gave him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Before returning to the East God sent them a message not to see Herod. They therefore returned home by a different route.
This is the story of the Nativity.
Happy Birthday, Jesus… and Merry Christmas to all. ~ ~ ~
Welcome to the here and now.
My name is Christine Thurow and I am a professional artist, living in my lovely home state of Iowa. My humor is sarcastic, my wit dry and my appetite for unbridled hedonism, ravenous. Did I say hedonism? I meant intelligent exchange.
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