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By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 29, 2017 at 9:33 AM

Loving you, tooks.

By Winnie-Wonka on Apr 11, 2012 at 11:43 AM

The match 3 games are my fave so I have chosen to restore the Temples of the Geisha - THANK YOU!! I really love the hidden object games but right now my eyesight is so out of whack they are beyond me - more than five minutes and my head hurts so badly I'll throw up. I can't even read right now which is utterly devastating to me. I have a stack of books calling out for my attention - including Nccharmer's, which I've gotten part-way through and it is WONDERFUL. Off to check out the new DD at BF...I got a stuffed Felix last week, so cute!! Love you, sister. *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Apr 7, 2012 at 9:24 AM

There are no proper charms for pyooters, alas. At least none that I've found, anyway. Am fighting a bit of a losing battle over here, hence the lack of response to your emails. It's not that I don't care - I DO - but I have nothing to give right at the moment. I can has game?! Oh, yes please! I will always has game! Love you, sister. *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Mar 20, 2012 at 6:43 AM

Laughter and beauty lofted your way, riding on the scent of orange blossoms! Love you, Sister. *smooches*

By Winnie-Wonka on Mar 6, 2012 at 3:37 PM

If Kokopelli can get Loki out of here, that would be swell! ;o) How are you today, sister dearest? Love you! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Mar 3, 2012 at 7:34 AM

Shields and cloaks...cloaks and shields...there are none quite as good as those majik yields. ;o)

By Winnie-Wonka on Mar 2, 2012 at 8:36 AM

Needing a drug due to physical ailments just to function on a day-to-day basis does not an addict make. Take it from an ex-needle junkie. ;o) Forking flashbacks; how I hate them. Mine usually leave me cowering in the corner or wanting to hide under the bed. JA (who is doing fine) has finally started wearing headphones to play his infernal game because the fighting sounds were triggering mt PTSD...especially when he's playing a female character. I still have no job love but am still sending out multiple applications and resumes daily. Did I tell you I dyed my hair a more "normal" color? I **HATE** it but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I will probably never get the book sold and that's okay; I have other and better ideas on which to work and need to get my laptop fixed so I can escape to the bedroom (no animals or other distractions) to do some serious writing. ~lol~ I have lost almost a full inch in height since '07 even though I drink calcium-fortified milk like a veal calf. This getting older thing is so much fun!! I'm now 5'4" and loving it, thanks. I have always projected myself as much taller than I really am. I love watching the expressions of people I know when I tell them to really see me. JA says I even walk like a taller person, long strides that belie my 29" inseam. *shrugs* Just part of the protective armor, I suppose. Yes, there's a town called Hot Springs (how creative!) about an hour south of here. I don't think there are any locations there that offer the waters "as is." There's a large place called Evans Plunge where you can swim and play and the water is the natural temp...but they chlorinate the hell out of it. *pleh* I don't even own a bathing suit but saw one at Torrid I really wouldn't mind getting. I need to join the Y again because I really miss swimming. I've always been my most comfy in the water. (And all you eavesdroppers who immediately thought, "Whale!" can just bite me where I'll like it.) I *am* a watersign, after all.

By Winnie-Wonka on Mar 2, 2012 at 6:00 AM

Ah, my darling sister...during my single years as I sampled the grand buffet that is physical diversity I never once judged another human on their appearance. All were beautiful and only those who could not clean themselves properly were denied. I live by my nose, after all. What you must remember is that I am nothing more than what I was made to be and, having been well-taught in the fine art of self-loathing by a fucking master...well, let's just say the lessons stuck. *sigh* Don't mind me; it's that pensive time of year again. I hope the new day brings you a sense of peace and contentment and more joy than your heart can hold. Bills and the IRS can go fornicate themselves. Let today be all yours in all ways. Love you! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Mar 1, 2012 at 8:50 AM

*sister smooches* Good morning, love. We're having a bright sunshiny day here; hope you are, too. Yes, Davy Jones; can't believe he's gone. I don't know to where he's traveled but I picture him teaching a whole new bunch of people how to do that adorable little side-shuffle dance of his. Just goes to show that tomorrow is never promised and we should enjoy each and every day as the gift it is. Your dream sounds wonderful because I have that dream, too! Hope you don't mind if I stay robed, though - ain't none of my brothers and sisters done enough evil to have to see me skyclad. ;o) How are you feeling? Smell the warm butter? That's the comfort I'm sending your way. Love you, sister mine. *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Jan 23, 2012 at 8:41 PM

Now I'm sending you all sorts of feel-good beems. I've had dealings with the "apparatus" because of cervical dysplasia and nothing shaped like *that* which ends up going *there* is ever a good thing. *pleh* Mine was cryotherapy; the freezing was hurty and nasty. Since yours was burny and awful I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel. *shudders* I hope it helps to know this is only a temporary thing. You'll be in niknik shape again soon! Love you, sis. *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Jan 23, 2012 at 3:25 PM

So *that's* why I've been so distracted today, and craving a Bomb Pop! (*facepalm*) How did it go? How you feeling? LOVE YOU!

By Winnie-Wonka on Jan 9, 2012 at 4:18 AM

No need to worry about me, sister dearest; I learned long ago not to give more than I can spare. The medicine bag holds much residual power and will renew itself ongoing. Weird that, eh? I was in a hurry the day I sent it and just printed out the email with your address...and your roomie's name. I think it was a lesson from the universe in not worrying about things that have already been handled. Love to you! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 26, 2011 at 10:31 PM

Bold art for bold souls doesn't even come close! I would love to send her a photo of my Jack from which to do a portrait - she could catch the fire and good humor in those bright brown eyes! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 26, 2011 at 5:31 PM

I put the link to the artist's website in the comments - go check out her Barbie series. Amazing stuff! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 24, 2011 at 7:54 AM

You passed along that glow of love to me. Now I pass this along to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR1ujXx2p-I I love you, darling sister.

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 22, 2011 at 6:56 AM

What a wonderful celebration; everything simply felt right. :o) Not to snarf a surprise but...have you, perchance, received a little bocks lately? Love you, sister!

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 21, 2011 at 8:16 AM

*LOL* Oh, sister, that's a good one! Having spent my formative years in various loafing sheds, milking parlors and feed lots I can attest to the power of the bovine flatulence! Ah, we are ready for the magic moment, eh? As is meet with such celebration my prayers and offerings will be made skyclad. Let's hope no one comes to the door! Love to you, my sister - BLESSED BE.

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 20, 2011 at 2:39 PM

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By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 11, 2011 at 7:56 AM

I love you, sister. Thanks for choosing me to be a part of you family and for the love you've shared to me. *hugest hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 7, 2011 at 8:04 AM

I love the way you're handling things - good to know your balance in all things is being maintained! As to your question: http://www.sliquidorganics.com/ Spendy, but I love this stuff. Love you, too! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 6, 2011 at 6:34 AM

Hey, sis, I went and took a look at the LOL you mentioned...I don't think it's anti-pagan in any way. I think it's a about a kitteh HATING the snow. I've chatted with mamawalker quite a bit and she's never thrown a hate-vibe at me. :o) So, how you feeling? Love you!

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 2, 2011 at 7:01 AM

We both know it's never wise to ignore those visceral feelings; we also know that western medicine doesn't hold all the answers. If only we could assemble the coven for a laying-on of hands. *sigh* Meanwhile, you keep fighting the good fight; we're right here with you and we will beat this thing, sister. You have my word. Love you! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Dec 1, 2011 at 7:52 AM

I trust you instincts, sister...but this time I'm praying very hard that you are very wrong. Love you! *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Nov 24, 2011 at 7:20 AM

Happy Thanksgiving, sister. I hope today finds you well and happy. Good fatty pork is in the stock pot to render...chicken is seasoned and ready to go in...mise en place assembled...JA rates his pain at a seven this morning. Looks like I'll be eating this wonderful jambalaya by myself. Much love to you; remember how thankful I am for you.

By Winnie-Wonka on Nov 23, 2011 at 8:29 AM

Thank you, my sister. He now wears it. Love you. *hugs*

By Winnie-Wonka on Nov 9, 2011 at 7:50 AM

What? You don't want to be a poster child? Why, imagine that. ;o) Keep me posted - am feeling really rather out-of-sorts myself but will be at the ready to send whatever you need. Love you, sister.

By Winnie-Wonka on Nov 8, 2011 at 5:14 PM

Girl, you know what you need to do? You need to say what's really on your mind, because repressing all that stuff will make you sick! *ducks whatever object you just threw* Now THAT'S my sis! I don't know about you but I think it's absolutely ridiculous the amount of self-care we must take care of on our own after paying exorbitant amounts for *partial* care in medical facilities. I miss the days when you didn't go home until you were ready to go home, dammit. Not everyone deals well with the ick and not every should have to. I really wish I were closer so it wouldn't be an issue for you. Yes, nom...have a glass of red. Center yourself and maintain your healthy "fuck 'em" attitude. One suggestion? Be gentle with the requesters - they mean no harm. (But you knew that, so STFU, Win.) Love you! *smewches*

By Winnie-Wonka on Nov 7, 2011 at 5:34 AM

*frickin-frackin-rippin-zippin-zarg-barg-a-ding-dong* I can read my email, just can't reply. Me & google are gonna have a go...glad to hear you're comfy and happy. Let me know what you need, sister. Love you!

By Winnie-Wonka on Nov 5, 2011 at 10:32 AM

ALL WILL BE WELL. Now it's time for you to leave the pampering place and learn to pamper yourself. Walk as much as you can. Sleep whenever you feel the need. Eat wonderfully garlicky foods and don't worry about the bad breath. Nibble dark chocolate. Gorge yourself on as much asparagus as you can handle. Rediscover old movies. Take comfort in knowing that while radiation is no fun it beats the crap outta chemo. Grasp the knowledge of being almost over this particular speedbump. Above all, simply BE. (and send me your mailing address, wouldja?) I love you, sister.

By Winnie-Wonka on Nov 4, 2011 at 8:01 AM

Well...laughter *is* the best medicine and sometimes we have to hurt to heal. ;o) Clutch an extra pillow to your tummy and giggle away. Wish I was there to take of you - I does not have a squeamish in the slightest...but I do have a smile as I think of you cornfuzzling all the "normal" peeps. Thank the ONE for you, my dear.