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Love-Hate Relationship with Summer

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Summer is almost here and I’m excited.  And I’m not excited.  That’s how summer feels these days.

When I was a kid, summer meant no school and lots of fun at the pool.  Now it’s just that time of year when it’s hotter than other times of the year.  No longer do I get a state-mandated break from anything.

I was never an outdoorsy person.  I’ve spent large portions of my life in front of TV’s, movie screens and books.  Most of the summer activities I enjoy are not as much fun as they used to be.  I like the beach, swimming and water parks but I seem to burn more easily than I used to and I don’t enjoy the crowds.

And this is fun, why?

What I hate most about summer is how as it flies by and when I haven’t done anything worthwhile, I feel like I’m wasting something.  Time perhaps but it’s more than that.  I’m wasting sunshine and nice weather and dare I say it, life itself.

Summer makes me feel guilty for not doing more.  It reminds me that I’m not in the shape I want to be in for all those summery outfits.  It doesn’t hold the promise that it once did.

Summer is an invention, you know.  Not the actual season we’ve called Summer.  I’m talking about the concept: a time of fun, vacation and freedom.  We made that up when we made up schooling and the 40-hour work week.

Just like the weekend, summer has not always been what it is now.

Funny how we get stuck on the way things are and don’t think about how they could be.  I’m gonna cut myself some slack this year and allow myself to waste the entire summer, guilt-free.  I’ve had around forty summers already.  I think I may get a few more if all goes well.  I’ll make the most of the next one.

And perhaps this is how I’ll do that.


Cute Overloaded

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I am powerless when confronted with the cuteness of baby animals.  I could sit and watch videos about baby sloths or hedgehogs all day long.  What is it that makes us so attracted to babies in general?

While I joke that I have no biological clock, and it’s not highly likely that I’ll reproduce, I do love to look at and play with babies.  I could never ignore a child if I became responsible for its care.  It’s some kind of biological imperative that cannot be ignored.

I’m not as cynical as I try and lead people to believe.  Here are some pictures and videos of babies of all kinds.  Have a full-on cutegasm with me.  Squeeeeeee!!!

You’re welcome.

Little bitty. Awwww!

Or if you need a daily fix, you can always go to

You may ended up wondering where the day went if you’re not careful.  🙂

Sew Creative

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I just finished making a costume for the SoCal Renaissance Faire to wear tomorrow.  Although, I’ve been attending Ren Faires since high school, this is the first time ever that I’m going in costume.

I recently reignited my love of sewing, and I’ve been on a roll for the last few years making costumes for Halloween and other events.  I really like playing dress up.  Guess that makes me a burgeoning cosplayer.

The sewing started back up in 2010 when I was invited to be a part of a group costume.  I had to throw something together in about a week.  I tried thrift stores but could find nothing that looked right, so that’s when I had to resort to making it myself.

Here we are as the group, Jem and the Holograms!

From there, I made a dress in the theme of Logan’s Run for a birthday party.

I’ve been sewing since junior high.  I even made my own prom dress.

People ask me how I learned to do it and the story is simple and kind of funny.  I asked my mother, who was a great seamstress, to make me some clothes for my Barbies.  She said, “There’s some fabric, there’s the sewing machine.  Make them yourself.”

That was basically my parents’ parenting style—figure it out for yourself.  There have been times that I’ve resented them and times when I’ve envied people with more involved parents.  But in the last few years, I’ve come to see I got exactly the parents I never knew I always wanted.  I got parents who believed that I could do anything I wanted to do and they just got out of my way and let me do it.

I couldn’t be more grateful for the Mom and the Dad that I have.  They were perfectly imperfect and I get to be who I am because they were who they were.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there who did the best job that they could with the knowledge and resources they had.  Mine loves me very much and that’s all I ever needed.

I love you, mom!

May the 4th Be With You.

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Today is the unofficial Star Wars day.  It’s the day we celebrate our love for that galaxy far, far away.

I remember the first time I was indoctrinated into the clash between the Empire and the Rebel Alliance.  In 1980, my dad took me and my brothers to see The Empire Strikes Back.  We missed the opening crawl, so the first image I remember is the snow-covered surface of the planet Hoth.

I instantly loved this movie and it remains my favorite of the entire series.  My brothers got the action figures for Christmas and I preferred them to most of my own toys.  They weren’t technically my toys, but I didn’t care.

We (I mean my brothers) never got any of the vehicles or creatures and I always wanted an AT-AT.  It was probably a latent desire for the toys I never had that turned me into a collector later in life.  I’ve been buying toys since the late 90s from Star Wars and other childhood loves.

About a decade ago, I curtailed my Star Wars acquisitions to just one character, Boba Fett.

Yes, I know he’s the most popular character and it makes you wonder.  But I think he’s a favorite for many different reasons.  Have you ever thought about why something is your favorite?

I have always been drawn to people who follow their own inner motivations rather than what the outside world demands of them.  Many of these people become criminals, such as the Italian mafia.  Some are outcasts and outsiders who can work with others if necessary, like Wolverine from the X-Men, but never really become a part of the group.

Boba Fett is not a good guy or a bad guy.  He only works for the Empire because they pay better.  His mystery is what makes him so fascinating.  You can imagine him being so many different ways.  And how you imagine him says more about you than it does him.

The original series of films had far more nuance and realism of character than the more recent sequels.  Han Solo was a smuggler who shot Greedo in cold blood.  He was a self-described scoundrel.  But he stepped up when his friends needed him.  Darth Vader found his own buried compassion when one of his offspring was in danger of being killed.

I don’t know where I’m going with this except to say I love all things Star Wars and May the Force Be With You.