I was such a messed up yet artistically talented child.

Stay tuned at the end of the entry for your chance at a free giveaway!

So, um... as some of you may know, my parents are getting divorced and my house is being sold and I'm moving into a new one with my mother. There's no need for sympathy, I'm extremely meh about the whole thing. The only thing I'm not liking so much is that my mother wants to throw all the crap that we have amassed away, or worse give it away. Phh! She knows how I feel about giving! Anyway, so far today has been a day of bees (okay, one, but I'm deeply afeared of them, it wasn't pretty), dust, and cat hair. And my Allegra is at school. And my mother has 35 Elvis records. And we found these pictures of her when she was twenty, and she was far, far hotter than me. I should probably do something about that. We also found this skirt that she made in 1960 or thereabouts, and I'm keeping it, because she's cute, and it fits me.

My mother was also going to throw away the lovely framed wedding invitation of hers and my father's. I suggested that I would keep it, and said: "So I'll have something to prove that I was legitimate."

They thought I was being overly dramatic.

But I don't want my sister helping anymore. I don't want her telling me that I can part with my Barbie coloring books and my glued-together puzzles, and my Health book that I stole from school because they owed me, and I don't what to give my dolls to her goddaugther, even though I love her. Well, okay, that I'm okay with. Just as long as they don't go to veteran children or something. And no, none of my childhood craft projects are going anywhere except with me. Jesus, woman!

On spring break, I'm going to have to go through my closets, to sort things. Not throw things away, as my mother seems to think. I am keeping all my useless crap. My life is that crap.

And while cleaning out a trunk of clothes from the 70s, my sister suggested to my mother that instead of giving them away, she could probably make some decent money by selling them to vintage shops in the city. I like this idea. But neither of them is actually willing to go to the city to do that. Don't they understand that I like that idea?? More with the giving. It's just ridiculous.

We're going out to dinner for my mother's birthday this evening, so this packing crap better halt soon.

Anyway, here's the important part of this entry. Somehow, this item wound up in a box of Christmas cards - when my friend Jennifer and I were in 6th grade, we made this picture on a piece of paper, called: "A Rather Wild Death Scene at the Grand Canyon". It's a full page original creation featuring some dumb hippy being attacked by some fantastical creatures as an inept park ranger tries to save him. It also features a squirrel in a headlock, avian antics, renegade mules, vultures, carnivorous rabbits, and rabid bears. It's great!! I've been looking for this forever, it is one of my treasured childhood memories. I was thinking of shufflin' over to the Staples and maybe getting it color copied. After having this idea, I have decided that any person (so long as I know you, and don't hate you) who would like to have this treasured piece of memorabilia can have one sent to them, er, by me. I figure this would be a great gimmick to finally start reciprocating all the letters and crap I've gotten from other people. I'm ever so slightly tired of being the jackass that never writes back.