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cavatica:

Meow.

In my effort to find footing with sanity again, I spend time gaming. It’s a coping mechanism I resort to when my mind is wound too tight to do much of anything else besides just trying to get through a day.

Tigers have been made special by a number of people in my life. I find I’ve started to collect striped things, have multiples stuffed animals, and other various tiger themed items. So, it’s no wonder that in conjunction with a few friends a Tickle Me Tiger crew was born in a mafia game played online.

And while many have laughed or do laugh at the crew name…beware, tigers on the prowl…and you best know how to tickle.

(Source: saruhhhh32)

c-h-a-o-s:

Silvers Welch Road View (IRG) (by oldoinyo)

This photo speaks to me. It reminds me of journeys taken where the trails were covered in both crimson and tears. The moments now live in my rear view mirror, but I carry the lessons with me into the future.

(via chaosas)

hailed:

c. (by paradoks cat)

This cat’s face makes me think: perma-pout. I’ve had days like those…days where life just feels like it’s in permanent pout mode.

photojojo:

The best kind of storm:  A BUNNY STORM.

By Anka Zhuravleva

Thanks to Monty Python…I find this a bit terrifying. Tee-hee.

Foggy Morning Drives

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Sometimes, my morning drive to the office looks like the photo I snapped above. Soup thick fog has always sent my imagination into overdrive. I imagine movement. I see things that aren’t there. Ghostly shapes, willowy figures. The worst feeling being when something does actually materialize from the fog and you:
a) curse
b) swerve
c) scream
d) spill a hot beverage on delicate bits
e) or a power combonation of the above

However, thanks to a movie fest had last summer with the always fabulous Cavatica where he introduced me to The Mist. My foggy morning drives have not been the same. Given the things that crept and flew out of the mists in that flick…you can imagine how I’d much rather see a few gorillas instead.
So, what kinds of games does the fog play in your head? Do you see movement? Ghostly shapes? Creatures large, small…gorillas?

When all is said and done, lets all just be happy that it’s safe to assume we won’t be running into the thing sighted below. If we did…then I’m going to have to come up with an f) for the above multiple choice question. Something that involves a change of clothing in some delicate regions.
- Fog Freakin’

via youtube.com

Does cute comes in 3’s?

Yes, yes it does.

(via katiekapow)

And the aisles ran slick with red…

..but if you were expecting an exalting 300 reference…you’re about to be sorely disappointed. I popped this photo before getting into the checkout line, proof of the pink and red tide that had flooded the front of Walmart. As I commented on foursquare: It’s like cupid threw up in the checkout aisles. Wow. 

Despite the magical Monday has yet to clot the calendar, employees were already in the throes of tearing down the Valentine’s Day candy aisle in the grocery section. I’m guessing (or at least hoping) they were relocating it to join the rest of the Love-a-palooza fest happening at the front of the store. 

There were flowers by the dozens, frosted cookies, heart shaped cakes, Mylar balloons professing various Valentine’s Day phrases or cutesie-wootsies to delight the girlie or boyish at heart. There’s plushies, clothing in various shades of love, unmentionables, and booze in case your Valentine needs some heart valve lubrication. There’s something for everybody…Valentines, like many other holidays has been commercially covered.

If the store was as busy as it was on Saturday, I can only imagine what it may become as Monday quickly approaches. The kind of busy I’m sure that St. Valentine never intended unless you’re more of an Al Capone fan and think of Valentine’s Day as a 1929 version. Which…one very well might…if they leave their Hearts Day Shopping to the last minute in hopes of cashing in on bargains.

Oh Valentine’s Day…when did you get so complex? 

What happened to picked flowers (or filched) flowers, handmade cards, dinner, or a movie?

I’ve also heard that saying 3 special words is a crowd pleasing delight…and no, it’s not: Get in bed. 

However you see fit to spend your Hearts Day, be safe and tread lightly if you dare to meander into any Valen-crazed stores - it really is a massacre in there.

- I survived the Valentine’s Day Aisle and all I got was this photo

thedaintysquid:

(by Ale Figueroa)

Once upon a time, I had a bunny who looked just like this. I got him at a flea market up north. The 3+ hour ride home with him in a cardboard box was fabulous ( code for ‘challenging’). His name was Dartanyan Lucian Larric Romulus Shearer. But yeah…we just called him Dart the Boxing Bunny thanks to my Dad. ;)

Survey says…

…yes, my name is Angela!

It’s been awhile since it’s been correct, but yesterday morning at breakfast - TADA! Bonus is the fact that they didn’t even ask me how it was spelled.

/impressed

Author’s Note: This is a follow-up post to: Hello my name is…

How much?

While meandering through the Valentines Day aisle in Walmart, J and I witnessed (what we hope is) a pricing mistake. We really hope these NASCAR chocolates aren’t $65 a box. 

Here’s hoping that life isn’t like a box of chocolates, because at this price - I can’t afford to have one. ;)

- A-Mused

projectiheart:

I like the constant fluctuation of seasons. It’s the one constant at Blue Creek, that thing I’ve come to rely on. It may not come at the same time every year, but there are definite signs. I need definite.

- Phillip Von Strophe

In Autumn

Autumn turns leaves gold
I watch them fall silently
and float down the creek.

And I thought some of the photos I took on Saturday’s photo walk wouldn’t be put to good use. Silly girl, silly girl. ;)

duckysparkles:

Oh my blessed bathroom!

::swoon::

As a writer, I have a long standing history for writing bathroom scenes that include prolific tubs. I ran across this on Tumblr and instantly thought…what could I write using this heavenly setting?

The ideas were spinning out of control so I had to pull the plug and send myself promptly off to bed before I started hammering out new pieces. So, to bed with me and my bathtub obsessed Muse. While we all have our own writing vices, I wonder how on earth did I pluck from the writing vice hat - bathtubs?

Above me, I can hear the sounds of snickering…the Universe has a strange sense of humor, they do indeed.

- Angel (with an) a

It’s true - I do.

::splash splash::

I found your cat

This was too cute and was tweeted by @Petsalive on Twitter. I wish the raccoons and cats got along this famously in my neck of the woods.