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My (tall) clone – #tbt

11 Dec

(in case you’re not sure what #tbt means, it means “throw back thursday”, where you post something from the past…carry on with your new knowledge…)

I posted a pic of my brothers and me, all Christmas 1975-ish, wee children that we were, and there was a slew of “OMG, Maura is your clone!” comments.

I never really got why people thought she looked SO much like me, until for my birthday, my mom sent me this photo…

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…and I stood there, looking at the photo (which is a little fuzzy) wondering when my mom took a photo of Maura…in a tent…wait, we didn’t have a tent like that…and why is Maura wearing a Vassar shirt…wait, I had that shirt as a kid…wait, that is ME!

But you can see why I was thrown by this photo.

2012

Yes, there is no denying that Maura is my child. But I never saw the striking resemblance until I mistook a photo of myself for Maura, lol!  Now, there will be no denying that anymore!

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Random thoughts for this Tuesday night

3 Dec

1. If you were ever on the fence about Michael Caine’s acting abilities, watch “The Muppet Christmas Carol”.  Because dang, can he put in a moving, heartfelt performance surrounded by Muppets.  When Beeker gives him the scarf…<a single man tear>

2. I thought my computer was broken or hacked or messed with by Maura (okay, mostly the latter) because I went to log on, and my mouse was all over the place and every time I tried to click on a link, it would open a new tab.  I spent five minutes freaking out, running the virus scanner, getting frustrated…and then I noticed that a shortcut for the new tab was “control + n”…and it hit me.  I turned off my wireless keyboard, shook it upside down, got the crumbs out….yeah, sticky keyboard strikes again!

3. My friend got me one of those angel chime candle holder things when she went to Denmark.  She had no clue how happy she had made me because we had one of these when I was a child and it always came out at Christmas.  Sure enough, tonight, I pulled it out (for the first time, I’m ashamed to say.)  As usual, Maura was delighted with it all.  The teens however – who had never seen one of these contraptions – were also interested.  They also wanted to know – if it was Swedish, did it come from Ikea?  (No. Denmark.)  And what did Swedish people do when they saw an Ikea? (Duh.  Buy stuff.)

A picture of the elusive teens, lulled into a catatonic state by angel chimes and candles

A picture of the elusive teens, lulled into a catatonic state by angel chimes and candles

 

4.  I’ve been told that it’s unlucky to light candles with lighters. So we lit the angel chime candles with matches.  Just to be safe.

5. I’m out of Bailey’s.  This gives me a bit of the sad.

6. I still have pumpkins outside.  It got cold and snowed the day after Thanksgiving.  So the pumpkins stayed a little longer.  My neighbor still has hers out as well, showing solidarity.

7. Maura insisted we buy this green tinsel tree.  And lights for it.  With the lights on it, it’s a bit wonky, so it’s now my homage to Dr. Seuss, as it is very Whoville.

The lights also twinkle.  Of course.

The lights also twinkle. Of course.

 

 

 

Happy World Penguin Day!

25 Apr

Did you know that this was today?  I sure didn’t.  And I should know these things.

See, Maura loves penguins.  LOVES penguins.  But apparently only sarcastic ones that blow stuff up, as she loves Penguins of Madagascar, but “Happy Feet” doesn’t do much for her.

I’m okay with that.

Maura also owns a herd of penguins.  It’s really all my fault, I started buying different ones, and she loved almost all of them (though she doesn’t like non-black and white ones, she doesn’t do pink penguins, she wants the real deal.)

Needless to say, penguins are a part of our life.  We have the shows, we have the dolls, we’ve had the tee shirts, and the Pillow Pet.  They’ve traveled around the U.S., to Ireland, Scotland, England and Rome.  Where ever we go, we pack at least one little penguin for Maura.  She loves her dolls, her princesses and ponies, but the penguins are her oldest loves.  Some of them are worn, one’s missing a fin, one has a wonky beak from where Maura would sometimes gnaw on it.  We have big ones, little ones, and one gigantic one.  If we could get her a pet penguin, we would have by now.  (BTW, apparently penguins are really easy to kidnap, according to the woman at the one wildlife center we went too….they fit into backpacks…not that we’d ever do that…)

So in honor of World Penguin Day, here are some shots of Maura’s love affair with these flightless, black and white creatures -

This penguin came to the Great Big Sea concert with us

This penguin came to the Great Big Sea concert with us.

 

The pillow pet penguin, who traveled to Ireland and back again, to make the transitioning easier

The pillow pet penguin, who traveled to Ireland and back again, to make the transitioning easier

 

When you're feeling bad, a penguin is always there to snuggle with

When you’re feeling bad, a penguin is always there to snuggle with

 

I had to buy this shirt for Maura.  Had to.

I had to buy this shirt for Maura. Had to.

 

Maura, in penguin pj's, with her giant penguin.

Maura, in penguin pj’s, with her giant penguin.

 

Penguin migration happening in our house...

Penguin migration happening in our house…

 

The princesses and the penguins get along.

The princesses and the penguins get along.

 

At the Dublin Zoo, Maura finally caught a penguin.

At the Dublin Zoo, Maura finally caught a penguin.

 

Happy World Penguin Day!

Happy World Penguin Day!

 

 

P.S. – if anyone knows where I can get my hands on an Opus doll, I would get it for Maura in a heartbeat.  I think she would love Opus.

Opus, by Berkeley Breathed

Opus, by Berkeley Breathed

 

 

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