Thursday, December 31, 2009

BREAKING NEWS in Halfglassistan

Oh wow. Just wow.

TWHQ just got asked to be a part of something super-awesome. Wow.

It won't be a secret for long, and no, it's not a job (at least not in the way you may be thinking).

It's better.

As my sweet CVZ put it: 
"I get why you're so SQUEEEEEEE! about this. How many times in your life do you get to give an assist to an actual angel?"
Pretty much never, CVZ. That's why I'm gonna make the most of it.

Stay tuned, my friends. Something sassy this way comes.

Happy Ewwwwwwwww Year

Can you hear that? 

I can. It's God laughing.*

He likes to do that when I make plans — get all creative with the whole working-in-mysterious-ways thing He's got going on.

All TWHQ wanted to do was a big, snazzy, end-of-the-year blowout.

But, TWHQ contracted a big, nasty, end-of-the-year blowout.

I'll leave that last play on words open to interpretation, but yeah ... yeah ... it pretty much means what you think it might mean. And then some.

See you in 2K10, sports fans.

*or, He's saying, "What? You don't like this head start on your weight loss goals? You say violent stomach bug; I say motivation. Tomato, tomahto. WHOA! OK, too soon to talk about food ... I get it, I get it. Do you need me to hold your hair?"

Thursday, December 24, 2009

We Wish You A Tilly Christmas And A Sappy New Year

Hullo, all!
Elf Tilly here. Mom is busy making cookies. And spinach dip. And a cheese ball. And a mess.

I offered to help, but she says I do not have the dexterity to roll one-inch dough balls. Clearly, she has never seen me rock the keyboard like I am right now. Huh! No dexterity, my sweet nub-tail!

If I don't look like my usual charming self in the picture above ... well, you try to be cheery with elastic pinning your ears down and tickling your chin, all while you're balancing the jingle-belled felt equivalent of a Vegas showgirl's headpiece on your noggin. I thought so.

Actually, this shot was taken a few years back, when I was young and naive and didn't realize I had a choice in the matter. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice ... well, no one's ever fooled me twice, so I don't know what comes next. Just shame on you if you try to dress me. I may be a licensed home healthcare worker, Broadway-caliber singer and dancer and quite the wordsmith — but wearing doll clothes is where I draw the line. (I do enjoy a snazzy little collar, however. I do. A girl has to be able to get her cute on somehow.)

Anyhoo — Team Wedding HQ is quite the place to be today — it's Cat Con's Christmas Rockin' Eve. While Mom is busy cooking and what-not, CC sits on the kitchen counter and serenades us — and clues me in when a drop or dollop of something edible (or not) hits the floor. CC and I have no "five-second rule." More like a "it-didn't-roll-under-the-stove-rule." 

Mom doesn't mind. That's one or two or 10 fewer things she has to sweep up. Just one of the many services I provide. Like being the ever-so-modest guest blogger extraordinaire.

May your heart be merry and light, and may all your Christmases be bright.
Merry-merry, happy-happy, and many, many, many blessings to you all,
Elf Tilly out.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Ho-Ho Mojo

Merry Freakin' Christmas! (And I mean freakin' in the best way. Truly.)

As my dear old, i mean long-lost, er she was never lost, I just didn't know where she was, um, back in touch now thanks to facebook ... aw, screw it friend SPG said: "I heard a bell! You got your mojo back!"

Yes, I did, SPG. 

Keep that in mind, loyal subjects dear readers, this holiday season. It's not just angels and wings. Every time a bell rings, some royal pain in someone's ass procrastinating perfectionistic pessimist may just have gotten her groove back.

You never know.

Blessings and what-not to you all,
HRH Princess Snarkerella

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Missing Ingredient Found

No-o-o-o-o-o. It's not white wine. But it was after a wee glass of Riesling, and a very short (that's all it took; he's that good) conversation with Mr. J, that I quickly was reminded of what's gotten us this far.

Faith. Gratitude. Love. 
And strength.

I've always wanted to be honest and authentic here in Halfglassistan, and just a few days ago, I was painfully true to that goal. What I lost sight of, however, was my greater goal of maintaining some measure (no matter how small it might seem sometimes) of positivity. It's easy to give in. It takes strength to keep faith.

I also lost sight of the founding tenet of life here in Halfglassistan: gratitude. I'm grateful for how far we've come. I'm grateful that throughout this whole journey,we've been able to say, "It could always (always) be worse." I'm grateful that every time we said that, it actually was true. I'm grateful that now, more than ever, it actually is still true. It's easy to see how much better things could be. It takes strength to see how good they actually are.

Perhaps worst of all, I lost sight of the fundamental core of Team Wedding. When Mr. J and I were first dating and low on funds, he turned to me and said, "That's OK. We'll live on love, baby." I think, at the time, it may have been said half (or wholly) in jest. The original intent doesn't matter. Twelve years later, and I've never forgotten the sound of his voice saying it.

That's my missing ingredient. It's not in the recipe, it's not on the shopping list, it's not in any freakin' store -- and it sure as hell isn't in Riesling. I couldn't find it anywhere I looked, because it wasn't hidden. It never has been. We eat it, we drink it, we breathe it.

We live on love, baby. We live on love.

Wordless More-Midwestern-Munchkins Wednesday

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Still Sloshing

EDITED TO ADD: In which I found the words for all I had to write about ...

I find myself in a very strange state of mind, and trapped in a metaphoric limbo of my own creation ... (looking for) what's on the optimistic menu, the grocery list or (where) to even begin shopping ...

... and chose to enforce censorship for my greater good. Thank you. Carry on.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

In Which I Write About How I Have So Much To Write About, I'm Not Sure Where Or How To Begin (or End)

Huh ... (head cocked, fingers poised over keyboard) ...

Nope. That title pretty much covers it. For now. 

Please be patient as I watch my water slosh about.

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