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Before you meet the critters that inhabit my space, take a look at this gift from my friend Pieterbie. It's a huge important message to me, certainly, but maybe to you too....
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Comment from Pieterbie when kj retracted her post:
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Oh come on.Since when does a strong minded woman like you give a s... (sorry 'bout that) about what other people may dare to think of you?Surely you cannot believe that I would take this post serious.Now the one with the furry animals, that one I took seriously.That was real. Feelings, emotions, sharing someting very personal.Wel congrats KJ, I admire you for having the guts do to such a thing.And of course I read it, of course I commented, I thought it was great.Much better than what you have posted here now, making me react in such a manner.So you are scared that people may think that you are excentric. Why does that scare you? What is wrong with excentric?I come here to read real stuff posted from the core, heart, mind, no, soul of the real KJ.So please do not give me any "Have a nice day" stuff.I want the real KJ and I won't settle for less.At least you have some furry animals, a mouse (what was his name again, the one with the rat's tail, was it Cedric?), a boozing witch, hell all sounds like great fun to me. And it all makes perfect sense.And if you are unstable, then I must me completely lost.Your number one fan awaits the next worthwhile post.Not that I want to pressure you, of course, but expectations are expectations.Have a nice day!
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And now the post that was, wasn't, and is again:
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I happen to live with someone who has a vast imagination, including an unusual array of friends and relatives. It took me a while to get use to the many "characters" who inhabit my household and/or immediate surroundings, but I've gotten to know most of them because they have names. And let's face it--once you name something, you have a connection that would not otherwise be there.
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1. This is Cecil. When Ces gave Cecil to JB,he did not have a name. She did this because JB and I were battling mice in our kitchen for a while and Ces was unmercifully enjoying our animated reactions to the whole thing. As soon as she handed JB this mouse, he became Cecil. He sits in a prominent spot where guests come in and comment on how cute he is. Except he has a tail that, according to JB, appears to be more the tail of a rat, not a mouse.
5. All I can tell you about Picasso is that shortly after his arrival JB put him under the bed covers. When I innocently pulled the covers back to go to bed, he scared the holy hell out of me. I screamed. I thought a real monkey was in my bed. I almost fainted. I was mad at JB for days. She tried to act apologetic but I know she enjoyed the whole mean episode.
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10. This photo does not do justice to Gisselle. She is the sweetest and most fashionable giraffe. She travels with us sometimes also. Once during a very difficult trip to Tucson Arizona, we left her in the bed when we checked out of our motel room. We felt terrible, horrible. When we got back to New England, we phoned the motel and asked housekeeping to look for her. Several days later, a package arrived at our back door with Gisselle lovingly and comfortably tucked into a little bed made of tissue paper. Obviously, whoever found her and sent her back understood the importance of loving relationships.....
11. This is Alfred. I don't know him either but I do know he and JB are very close.
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And as an extra finale: for some unknown reason, Cecil has made his way off the table to the floor and has turned his back on the comings and goings of the household. I'm sure this is temporary, but I'm wondering what he's thinking about, and why.....
Gisselle. I like that name. I used to know a good looking woman named Gisselle. I'll tell you some boy talk. I used to play squash in our local basketbal temple. They had 2 squash courts there. Our local basketbal team played on the highest competitive level here. They had a great team of cheer leaders: the beach dancers. Oostende is a seaside resort. The girls for the beach dancers were recruited near and far. Gisselle was a very nice Dutch young woman. In the week the beach dancers took turns in keeping the bar open in the basketbal temple. I can tell you my friend and I spent a lot of time in that bar in such charming company.
ReplyDeleteThanks for introducing me to your family :-)
Hahhaaa, enjoyed reading about your home's 'good, bad and ugly' friends and relatives :)
ReplyDeleteWe have a little green dinosaur in our bathroom named Barney. He sits on the Q-Tip jar.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I name all of my plants and kitchen appliances.
Wanna make something of it?
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I think the real reason behind Pieterbie's protest was because of Giselle, I don't blame him. She is a cutie, the giraffe, I mean :-))))
ReplyDeleteYou give me far too much credit.
ReplyDeleteAnd it was Cecil, not Cedric, I should have known, like in Cecil B Demille or something like that.
Good on you, I say!
You have restored my confidence in your ability to be yourself.
Don't ever try not to be yourself again, will you?
I like you.
Now that you mention it, Ces, the Giselle (her name was written with one S, now that I think of it) I knew had a slim sexy long neck.
Not giraffe like, of course.
Way to go, KJ!
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ReplyDeleteahhh...your house is magical....
ReplyDeleteI knew it would be!
I love Esther and Irene. And to think I almost missed this post!
ReplyDeleteI once had a stuffed frog named George who actually croaks when you pick him up. I got him because I was tired of meeting frogs instead of princes so I might as well have a real cute frog to hug. I gave him to my then boyfriend-now-hubby and he now has a home in our library.
So I guess I am too because John has bought and brought home bears since we met 13 years ago and recently I mentioned that I might need to give a few awaybecause I live in a tiny house and I'm running out of space for them and he said "Well you know what that means?" and I said what and he said "The end of Romance". I almost cried and rethought about sending them off to other homes. He has always called me Bunny and I have always called him Bear. I know, super sappy and cornball but I just don't care! The best one he brought me is a bear in a bunny suit! We are either demented or terribly sane. I will let you decide... I always love your posts and your friends are very lovable!
ReplyDeletepieterbie, thank you for the kick in the a--! only a good friend would kick so perfectly!
ReplyDeleteanonymous, this cast of characters is almost as good as your birds. :)
liz, since you name your kitchen
appliances, i am all the more confident of our compatibility.
ces, francine is a fan of yours. gisselle would like to meet you.
singleton, why thank you maam.. :)
mench, hello/croak george. say hi to menchie for me. irene is my favorite, really. she is so sweet.
val, can't be having the end of romance when it's about bunny and bear. it's good you rethought your priorities. p.s. i heard the good news. i'll be ready to order the pizza! :)
menchie
Thank you for bringing this post back! I felt so deprived to have missed it, thinking I would return to comment and then finding it gone! I do recall seeing a few of your family members around the house and the Magic Cottage. I don't think there is anything crazy or strange about your diverse family... we have some pretty interesting family members at our house as well:> The Picasso story reminds me of the Billy Idol troll games Jol and I have been playing with each other for years... hiding a troll that looks strangely like Billy Idol in all kinds of weird places for the other to find. And yes... sometimes it's pretty startling! Your family is delightful!
ReplyDeleteAnytime, KJ, anytime, I'm sure you'd do the same for me :-)
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