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Addendum…

Holly — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 08:26:46 +0000

…to New Year…

Dude? Aren’t we all trying to get over? A better life? Hope for our children? Hope for ourselves?

I had two conversations, back to back, tonight that made me question humanity. One almost came to blows, the other just reinforced my ill will toward the US military. Long story short, I was going to Mexico for my 40th birthday. Sis and I were going to go somewhere warm to get away. After tonight’s experiences I am going to Tijuana. I will be spending my time working at Casa del Migrante. I will cook, pass out food, distribute clothing, minister to needs – whatever needs to be done to meet the needs of my fellow man/woman. Yes, I share a country with small minded, ignorant sons of bitches but I will do what I can to live a life that is moral and just and one in which I can look myself in the mirror and be okay. One that does not include the thought that it is okay to put “gun towers on the border in order to shoot anyone crossing”.

Killing is never okay. Killing is always wrong. I will always witness. I will never back down.

Light and love,

Holly

Ugly?

Holly — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 02:33:30 +0000

EAV Ugly Holiday Sweater Pub Crawl. Holla!

Happy Thanksgiving

Holly — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:35:54 +0000

From our house to yours, with apologies to the Native Americans.

Only in Mexico

Holly — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:41:55 +0000

I’ve been absent for a minute…or two. Did I tell y’all about my sister? She is on a Fulbright teaching exchange in Tijuana, Mexico. She’s got a blog. A blog you should read. Her latest adventure has got me totally jealous. To cut to the chase: she hooks up with some guys that are participating in the Baja 1000 and ends up hauling ass through the dark desert, under a starlit sky, beer in hand. Only in Mexico.

The chickens have landed

Holly — Wed, 20 May 2009 21:23:45 +0000

Okay, I suck. I haven’t done much knitting as my yard and gardens have taken up most of my time. Today I got a call. THE call. My chickens were at the post office. I didn’t receive warning that they had shipped so I was scrambling a little. I had to finish putting together the coop but we got it done. Moms came over to help and I was glad she did. For your viewing pleasure:

There are three more breeds of chickens that I need but I am trying to be patient and find them locally. Patient is not my thang.

Fourth Annual Silent Poetry Reading for the Feast of St. Brigid

Holly — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 01:14:16 +0000

The Firebombers

by Anne Sexton

We are America.

We are the coffin fillers.

We are the grocers of death.

We pack them in crates like cauliflowers.

The bomb opens like a shoebox.

And the child?

The child is certainly not yawning.

And the woman?

The woman is bathing her heart.

It has been torn out of her

and because it is burnt

and as a last act

she is rinsing it off in the river.

This is the death market.

America,

where are your credentials?

Your attention, please!

Holly — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:55:12 +0000

I am going to do my best to join Celia. Y’all should too.

Haiku for aluminum can

Holly — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 22:57:58 +0000

Aluminum can

You hold frosty beverage

Love from me always

I think I’m turning Japanese

Holly — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 00:39:57 +0000

Today the first of two shipments from Japan came in. So exciting. I love getting the boxes from Japan. I had a shipment come in from Ichiban Khan yesterday and while I was ordering Japanese things, the shipment was coming from San Fransisco and so doesn’t count.

About two weeks ago I got the itch to do some hookin’. Hookin’ as in crochet, not selling the bod. I sometimes need the extra cash, but yanno, Steve West would probably be a little pissed if I decided to make it on my back. Unless it was a significant amount of cash, probably. The world may never know. So I get the urge to crochet and go looking around Ravelry to see what people are doing. Now, I won’t crochet garments or anything but I’ll do dishcloths and the like. So I am looking around and I come across tawashi. Hmmm…tawashi. Bright, colorful, cute dishcloths/scrubbers. Seriously. I was intrigued. I poked around a little more and discovered that the Japanese have special anti-microbial, scratchy acrylic that they use for tawashi. Damn. I wanted in for sure. So then I went to Etsy and checked out ichigonopantsu’s shop. There I ended up ordering 12 skeins of yarn (she takes special orders!), 3 books, stickers, stationary and a stamp. Why can’t I resist the cute? It’s not just any cute either. It’s the Japanese cute. I am not a cute person nor do I play a cute person on T.V. but I cannot. resist. So here we go. If I am absent I am off crocheting my way to tawashi glory.

Does this box make my ass look big?

Holly — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 16:56:44 +0000

Just got this at work. It’s addressed to me and weighs 3 lbs. Moms says it’s one of many to arrive from my sister for my birthday. I am not allowed to open it until tomorrow even though it says “OPEN IMMEDIATELY — CONTENTS MAY BE PERISHABLE” on the box. The proof is in the photo.

If my sister keeps giving me gifts of delicious food y’all may never see a picture of me on this blog again. Ever.