One of the most irritating things about commercializing Christmas (for me, anyhow) is the amount of stereotyping you find. Everyone is pigeonholed into a nifty little phrase or a couple keywords.
“My Handyman Husband”, “My Computer Geek Father”, “Our Son the Quarterback”, “Spa and Facial Lovin’ Sister-in-law”.
We wives automatically get jewelry, whether we want it or not… and apparently ALL teenagers love Twilight! It’s only a matter of knowing which “team” they’re on. Pul-eeeeze.
Don’t get me wrong, I do know how to cook… despite what my ex-husband may tell you. Don’t listen to him.
It was sheer laziness that prompted me to reach for those TV dinners, not lack of ability.
I decided to look at cooking as a new adventure to experiment with… like my shampoo adventure… except this time, I could
still eat my mistakes. Well.. most of them. Okay, so shoot me, I didn’t remember to cut the grizzle off the turkey pieces
before adding them to my pot pie. Just spit them out! Sheesh. ;)
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June 29th, 2013... I had just started working on my Tudor Cats series. This was Catherine of Aragon, in the rough! :) fb.me/1ZAwkTn2A
I told them not to set their drinks on the floor, or they might accidentally get spilled. So I found… instagram.com/p/4ffgiAFqwS/
My mermaid kitty sketch is done. She is going to be a calico with a spotted koi fish tail and ginger hair. :) fb.me/7duZoj8Ui