Native Americans, Chinese, and a case of Stigmata

morning everyone

I have to say I was putting off blogging this morning because I have sworn to myself that all day today I am going to be packaging parcels...I have about a jillion to package up...ok not quite a jillion but a lot.

First, I want to thank all of you for your well wishes for my bubs, this post will be filled with some of the highlights from his recovery period.

Also huge thanks to the letters writers of yesterday, the one about Robert Redford was brilliant, also I am seriously considering sending mine to the Olsen Twins, because I think I am onto something with the Mothra movie.

So, my bubs has gone back to work today after a few days "off" he spent the majority of the time easing his mind with Godzilla movies and of course his very favorites...old western movies.

My bubs fancies himself a cowboy and I am his best girl, the one who works in the saloon but has a heart of gold...or I am the Indian Squaw and we have a forbidden love....wait, no this is what I think of when we watch these movies, sorry, I was confused.

I think all the joy he gets out of the movies is how politically incorrect they are, he also likes to tease me because I am a teeny tiny part Native American, and the portrayal of them in the movies is dreadful.

So, he was overly delighted when he bought a new box set dvd that had 20 westerns on it...that one of them was called "White Comanche" where William Shatner played twin brothers who were half Comanche and half white...

the Comanche one was raised as a "savage" with the Comanches where he was their leader, all hopped up on Peyote and raping white women left and right (I wish this was a joke)...My bubs kept looking at me, trying to goad me into some sort of left wing tantrum, by saying things like...

bubs: Your people are savages

me: my people?

Bubs: yeah the Comanches

me: I'm not a Comanche Indian

bubs: what are you again

me: Abenaki

bubs: what? jaberwocky? what?

me: no (sten look being shot at him) Abenaki

bubs: no.....I think you're a Comanche, you're very savage.

(at this point on the tv all the Comanches have gathering around and are all hooting and hollering, I am barely watching...as it is dreadful)

bubs: see, that is so you, I see a lot of you in them (pause, as he gets no response from me) See, there you are.

me (looking up at the tv at a Comanche giving his war cry, he is being played by an actor who is clearly not of Native American descent) That's a Chinese man, he's not even Native American

bubs- well, you do seem Chinese too...you do like rice, an awful lot.

So this was basically how it went from then on....you see, my bubs is like a Groucho Marx type and is always trying to get me to throw fits...he thinks it's hilarious, and I guess it is, though I ended up giving long "speeches" about what is right and what is wrong...

lol

ok, so the other day I went on a bender and had to out a lot of my art cards into their acrylic frames, which is a total pain in the butt, I did about 20 of them before I had to stop, it is a bit of a process screwing them all together and stuff, considering we don;t have a power screwdriver.

I worked until I developed some blisters on my hands and had to stop, well yesterday while painting I suddenly felt a horrible pain in the center of my palm, ok here's where I get gross sorry....well one of the blisters broke and started to bleed....in the center of my palm.

ouch

yuck

on the plus side...it totally looks like I have Stigmata now, now all I need to see is Jesus in a grilled cheese and I will be able to start performing miracles.

ok, now I must dash of and do some packaging before I get even more distracted.

I have listed a ton of new stuff in my shop and will be listing a few more pieces today, next week is the one year anniversary of me joining etsy, I am very close to reaching some goals that I am hoping for before then...I am also thinking of doing a contest...I am still deciding on what.

enjoy your day!

xoxo
jenn