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A Christmas Story

On a warm morning in late September, a bouncing baby boy barbie was born. Mary and Joseph, the happy parents, had had to stop at an old grotto barn in the Judean Hills  because Mary’s water broke before they got to Bethlehem for the Carpentry Conference. The baby wasn’t due for a couple of weeks, and Bethlehem wasn’t far from home, so the couple thought they could fit in the conference. Baby boy barbie had other plans. Mary was going to miss the annual Carpenters’ Wives Potluck, and, as president of the CWA, her usual rousing speech would be missed. Joseph would be missing the windowsill workshop he had been looking forward to, but babies come when they decide to, and the hospital in Bethlehem was kind of scruffy anyway.

Lucky for them, Mary and Joseph encountered Myrrhy along the road to Bethlehem, and he told them his old barn and his new business were just around the bend. He also mentioned that he used to be a midwife, and that the barn was clean and comfy. Then he lent Joseph his cell phone so that Joseph could call Paul Revere and tell him that the time and location of the Birth Dinner would have to be changed. Paul was in charge of communications and security for PlasticLand, and he worked out of his mobile command center (red convertible). He promised to let the caterer know the new time and place.

Myrrhy got the couple settled in the barn, got some water boiling at his burger stand, and then coached Mary as she huffed and puffed and looked at her focal point. Joseph put some clean straw in the manger to use as a bed for the baby and coordinated a few more details on the phone with Paul while watching Mary push.  Little boy barbie popped out and the couple rejoiced. Myrrhy rejoiced. Much rejoicing.

Paul arrived and rejoiced. He brought his favorite wench from 1775 and she rejoiced too. Just then, Erma One Hand, the senior partner of Three Chefs Catering, arrived with the food truck, the play tent for the kids, and some coconut water to hydrate the new mom. Erma  had the tent up and the food out in no time. She got permission from Myrrhy to set up the bar at the burger stand, where it would be out of reach of the kids.

Tired new mom and dad brought little boy barbie out to enjoy the warm day and watch the party plans unfold. Their PlasticLand friends began to arrive, bringing more food and some presents. The sun was warm. Bees buzzed and birds twittered. The mood was festive as people welcomed the newest member of PlasticLand.

Little boy barbie looks around at the world.

Rin Tin Tin is impressed with baby boy barbie.

Erma finishes the kid’s tent.

Spot guards the food.

I think the wench is doing what is known as a “chest thrust.”

Erma has her act together.

Spot takes his job seriously.

Mom and dad relax in the sun.

Spot still guarding the food.

Paul arrives in his command car. Ring ring!! Blam blam!!

Erma is ready for a drink, if she can get past the chest thrust.

Erma admires little boy barbie.

Guests begin to arrive.

Dad takes little boy barbie so Mom can settle on her pillows and rest.

“Sit and rest, hon. Erma has some coconut water for you.”

Get a room!

Redhead is impressed with what Erma did in such a short time.  She wants to hire the Three Chefs for her parents’ 50th anniversary.

Spot guards the french fries.

Mom gets comfy.

Little boy barbie gets tucked into the manger.

Mom, Dad, and little boy barbie.

More guests arrive and want to see the baby.

What is Paul up to now?

Proud Dad shows off the baby.

The men talk about manly things.

Erma gets complimented on her nice spread.

Rin Tin Tin guards the food.

More guests, more congratulations, more kids.

The kids gather in the kid tent.

The party is really hopping now.

Guests continue to arrive.

KO arrives.

Rin Tin Tin plays with the kids.

KO tells a good story.

Everybody had something to eat. The desserts still beckon. Spot guards them.

KO talks to the ladies.

Rin Tin Tin helps Spot with guard duty.

The party is in full swing.

when up on the roof there arose such a clatter…

Aliens we have heard on high…

Paul heard from the alien on high, that those pesky British were annoyingly nigh…

Paul left little boy barbie’s present with the wench while he dashed off to chase away the British.

“Hurry back, Paul!”

“I’ll be back in a flash, wench!”

And sure enough, Paul ditched the pesky British and returned to give his gift to little boy barbie.

Mom showed off little boy barbie in his new hat.

What a handsome little boy barbie!

And the citizens of PlasticLand rejoiced.

Much rejoicing.

More rejoicing.

Lots of rejoicing.

Woohoo!!

Hooray for little boy barbie!

Little boy barbie is impressed with the rejoicing. He wants to grow up to be a good rejoicer.

Spot claims shotgun for the ride home.

And so it came to be that another citizen of PlasticLand was born and was rejoiced. And Peace descended upon the land.

Good luck, good friends, good health, good cheer, I’m wishing to you for the coming year!

Away in a manger, no cap for his head
The little boy Barbie turns blue and not red
The Paul Revere doll looked over and cried
“The British are coming! The baby must hide!

I’ll ring my bell loudly to lead them astray!
Blam blam and ring ring will keep them away!
My fine steed is lowing, whatever that is
Warning & ringing is always my biz!

Now that I’ve made such a rapturous noise
The angels on high will look after this boy
A hat for his head is what he needs most,
Angels don’t sew, yet miracles they boast!”

The Brits & their hounds soon thunder away
Blind to boy Barbie all snuggled in hay
Paul Revere cheers & knits a blue cap
To do so, the angels did find him an app!

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Paul Revere and the Super Bowl

And for my final retrospective repost, I will finish with a great party at Paul’s house. Sure, it’s last year’s teams, but sub in your favorites to go to the Super Bowl this year and let’s all toast to good times and no Palins. Happy New Year!

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Yay! It’s time for the Super Bowl, and two good teams are playing this year. Sure, I was rooting for San Francisco or New Orleans, but hey, I actually like the Patriots and the Giants.  And yes, Paul is a Patriots fan, of course!  Now that I got my rah rah Super Bowl moment out of the way, on to Paul and his party.

We’ve noticed lately that Paul is definitely a ladies’ man. He likes the babes and is not shy about pursuing them. So it comes as no surprise that he invited the entire sorority, Phi Beta Cutie, over to his place for food, football, and fun. And yeah, he invited a few of his guy buddies too. Let the wild rumpus begin!

The party is in full swing at Paul’s place.

Paul’s hot tub is popular.

The game is starting.

Paul’s gun and bell in the corner. Ring ring!! Blam blam!! And there is his guitar. Strum strum!!

Ouija board for later.

Food, friends, and fun. (oh wait…that was supposed to be faith, family, and freedom. oops.)

KO explains something to blonde barbie and angry gingerbread man.

Paul’s dog Spot is keeping an eye on the food.

Paul’s tanning bed is popular with the ladies.

So is Paul.

Spot guards more food.

Anonymous loves football.

Angry gingerbread man argues with alien.

The ladies ignore angry gingerbread man.

Spot continues to guard the food.

Everybody seems to be having a great time.

Tanning lady is cooked enough and wants to watch the game.

Redhead is popular.

It must be almost halftime. Spot is hoping for lunch.

The ladies continue to ignore angry gingerbread man.

Grayhair likes Redhead. (Or maybe Anonymous)

Paul is having a blast.

Spot is still hoping for lunch.

Tanning lady watches Tom Brady.

Spot gets his lunch.

And Spot rejoices. Much rejoicing.

Behind the scenes:

I take a step back so you can see the entire table.

Here it is at the beginning.

Ring ring!! Blam blam!!

Perils Cat spots the feather grass.

Perils Cat chews on feather grass, sending wine glasses flying.

A Christmas Story

On a warm morning in late September, a bouncing baby boy barbie was born. Mary and Joseph, the happy parents, had had to stop at an old grotto barn in the Judean Hills  because Mary’s water broke before they got to Bethlehem for the Carpentry Conference. The baby wasn’t due for a couple of weeks, and Bethlehem wasn’t far from home, so the couple thought they could fit in the conference. Baby boy barbie had other plans. Mary was going to miss the annual Carpenters’ Wives Potluck, and, as president of the CWA, her usual rousing speech would be missed. Joseph would be missing the windowsill workshop he had been looking forward to, but babies come when they decide to, and the hospital in Bethlehem was kind of scruffy anyway.

Lucky for them, Mary and Joseph encountered Myrrhy along the road to Bethlehem, and he told them his old barn and his new business were just around the bend. He also mentioned that he used to be a midwife, and that the barn was clean and comfy. Then he lent Joseph his cell phone so that Joseph could call Paul Revere and tell him that the time and location of the Birth Dinner would have to be changed. Paul was in charge of communications and security for PlasticLand, and he worked out of his mobile command center (red convertible). He promised to let the caterer know the new time and place.

Myrrhy got the couple settled in the barn, got some water boiling at his burger stand, and then coached Mary as she huffed and puffed and looked at her focal point. Joseph put some clean straw in the manger to use as a bed for the baby and coordinated a few more details on the phone with Paul while watching Mary push.  Little boy barbie popped out and the couple rejoiced. Myrrhy rejoiced. Much rejoicing.

Paul arrived and rejoiced. He brought his favorite wench from 1775 and she rejoiced too. Just then, Erma One Hand, the senior partner of Three Chefs Catering, arrived with the food truck, the play tent for the kids, and some coconut water to hydrate the new mom. Erma  had the tent up and the food out in no time. She got permission from Myrrhy to set up the bar at the burger stand, where it would be out of reach of the kids.

Tired new mom and dad brought little boy barbie out to enjoy the warm day and watch the party plans unfold. Their PlasticLand friends began to arrive, bringing more food and some presents. The sun was warm. Bees buzzed and birds twittered. The mood was festive as people welcomed the newest member of PlasticLand.

Little boy barbie looks around at the world.

Rin Tin Tin is impressed with baby boy barbie.

Erma finishes the kid’s tent.

Spot guards the food.

I think the wench is doing what is known as a “chest thrust.”

Erma has her act together.

Spot takes his job seriously.

Mom and dad relax in the sun.

Spot still guarding the food.

Paul arrived in his command car. Ring ring!! Blam blam!!

Erma is ready for a drink, if she can get past the chest thrust.

Erma admires little boy barbie.

Guests begin to arrive.

Dad takes little boy barbie so Mom can settle on her pillows and rest.

“Sit and rest, hon. Erma has some coconut water for you.”

Get a room!

Redhead is impressed with what Erma did in such a short time.  She wants to hire the Three Chefs for her parents’ 50th anniversary.

Spot guards the french fries.

Mom gets comfy.

Little boy barbie gets tucked into the manger.

Mom, Dad, and little boy barbie.

More guests arrive and want to see the baby.

What is Paul up to now?

Proud Dad shows off the baby.

The men talk about manly things.

Erma gets complimented on her nice spread.

Rin Tin Tin guards the food.

More guests, more congratulations, more kids.

The kids gather in the kid tent.

The party is really hopping now.

Guests continue to arrive.

KO arrives.

Rin Tin Tin plays with the kids.

KO tells a good story.

Everybody had something to eat. The desserts still beckon. Spot guards them.

KO talks to the ladies.

Rin Tin Tin helps Spot with guard duty.

The party is in full swing.

when up on the roof there arose such a clatter…

Aliens we have heard on high…

Paul heard from the alien on high, that those pesky British were annoyingly nigh…

Paul left little boy barbie’s present with the wench while he dashed off to chase away the British.

“Hurry back, Paul!”

“I’ll be back in a flash, wench!”

And sure enough, Paul ditched the pesky British and returned to give his gift to little boy barbie.

Mom showed off little boy barbie in his new hat.

What a handsome little boy barbie!

And the citizens of PlasticLand rejoiced.

Much rejoicing.

More rejoicing.

Lots of rejoicing.

Woohoo!!

Hooray for little boy barbie!

Little boy barbie is impressed with the rejoicing. He wants to grow up to be a good rejoicer.

Spot claims shotgun for the ride home.

And so it came to be that another citizen of PlasticLand was born and was rejoiced. And Peace descended upon the land.

Good luck, good friends, good health, good cheer, I’m wishing to you for the coming year!

Away in a manger, no cap for his head
The little boy Barbie turns blue and not red
The Paul Revere doll looked over and cried
“The British are coming! The baby must hide!

I’ll ring my bell loudly to lead them astray!
Blam blam and ring ring will keep them away!
My fine steed is lowing, whatever that is
Warning & ringing is always my biz!

So I’ll jump in my command car
And with wind in my hair
I’ll lead those dang British
From here out to there!

Now that I’ve made such a rapturous noise
The angels on high will look after this boy
A hat for his head is what he needs most,
Angels don’t sew, yet miracles they boast!”

The Brits & their hounds soon thunder away
Blind to boy Barbie all snuggled in hay
Paul Revere cheers & knits a blue cap
To do so, the angels did find him an app!

Paul keeps hanging around: Update

Update: I still can’t figure out why the pictures disappeared (twice). Apparently they are showing up on the subscriber mail version, so at least you subscribers can see them. I’ll have to wander over the the WordPress support areas to see if I can find an answer to this dilemma. I may have to do the post all over from scratch.

Update 2: I started all over with a fresh post, but as soon as I saved it, the pictures disappeared. If anybody has had this problem and solved it, please leave me a comment. I’ve already cleared my cache and cookies.

I was back in Oregon this week. Paul Revere went with me, as usual. He was the guardian of the driveway.

Still sleeping in my friend’s back yard. I’m not going in until it rains.

Paul relaxes on my bed.

The driveway lane is a nice place for a stroll.

Paul takes his guardian position.

The cows wonder what is going on.

Moo.

Just hanging around waiting for visitors.

Paul spills his beer.

He’s hoping I will get another one out of his cooler. Just like a guy to expect somebody else to get him a beer.

A beautiful day for hanging around.

Paul takes a break to let the logging truck through.

My friend’s firewood guy brings the wood on his self-loading logging truck. He navigates her narrow lane and right angle turns with grace and skill.

Stand-off.

Wood for staying warm.

Paul is back in action after the logging truck leaves.

He is vigilant even as the sun sets.

The lane glows in the last of the sun.

My bed is now by the wood.

Paul takes his job seriously. (not really. He’s a ham.)

Departure day. Paul sits on the ladder I brought for blackberry picking and stringing up his perch.

He’s had a good time. Still having a good time.

Happy trails to you until we meet again!

The Leaf People

I’m just back from my Oregon trip.  I’m not happy about giving up the 80+ temps and all day sun, or my best friend’s company. My best friend’s sister keeps wondering if I actually know that my barbies are plastic, not alive. I decided to mess with her the whole week by moving them around constantly, so that they were in different positions and poses every time she came over to visit.  I forgot to take Paul Revere’s cool red cowboy hat, so I had to improvise.

Hello from the Leaf People

Horizontal vs vertical

Ready for the circus

Mushroom Planet

The man has no shame

Beefcake

Talented Leaf People

Silly Leaf people

Head rush

The wandering Leaf People

One-Arm

Yulia

Playful Paul

My dashboard companions

The ladies are ready to go home

More beefcake

Paul just can’t help being a babe

Oregon Perils Cat

In case you were wondering…: Update

…why I haven’t posted anything about the Wasilla trainwreck.

Perils Cat roams her summer yard.

Friends hang out in the shade.

Sunshine, shade, beer, friends, Kindle.

Oriental poppies.

I trimmed my greens yesterday for salad. They will be ready again in a day or two.

My haven.

California poppies.

John Prine: In Spite of Ourselves.

Handsome devil.

This is what the yard looked like when we moved in.

And here is a shot from last summer, or maybe the summer before that.

Spring Camping: Update

Hello from Oregon! We spent a week relaxing in the sun.

Blam blam!

Ring ring! Blam blam!

Ring ring!

I’m working my way through every possible tarp configuration in preparation for Burning Man 2013.

Oregon Perils Cat does evening recon.

Paul uses KO as a gun holder.

Happy chicken from the “Ain’t No Ranch” chicken farm. Best eggs around.

Misty morning.

Gotta protect the pale skin.

Tent is packed. Time to leave soon.

A stroll before departure.