From my ATC gallery:
From my ATC gallery:
This photo of Pence at the Olympic games speaks volumes. (In case you can’t see him, he’s in the lower right hand corner.) At least he didn’t get up and walk out this time.
Anne T. Donohue @annetdonohue
if kylie jenner’s baby doesn’t come out holding a new shade of lip kit i am fucking done with that family.
Tweet of the Day—
“is this the line for nachos”
One of President Trump’s “victims of Obamacare.”
“My eyebrows were perfect before. Thanks a lot, Obama!”
More tragic results of the evil health care act known as Obamacare:
This is not about Trump.
So. I’ve been trying these past few weeks to wrap my head around the outcome of the presidential election. I haven’t been very successful at it. I take a lot of deep breaths and tell myself to calm down, it can’t possibly be as bad as I imagine it will be.
But as it turns out—it already is.
Der Führer went on a “victory tour” yesterday and exulted in his crushing defeat of his foe (nevermind those 3 million more votes she got, which weren’t illegally gained, by the way.) He railed against the “dishonest” media, yet again, and continued his call for flag burning to be cause for loss of one’s citizenship, despite the fact that that has been proven to be un-Constitutional.
Hey, no biggie. Or bigly. Der Führer is calling the shots and when he says throw out the Constitution, we will respond by saying “How far?”
Anyhoo. I am tired of waking up in a cold sweat at 3:00 in the morning. During menopause I used to wake up in a hot sweat. I’ll take that over this any day.
So I’ve been pushing myself to get crafty (not Trump crafty, but actual craft-making crafty) and make some Christmas decorations. Since my maternal great-grandparents were from Norway, I used to have several of those red and white paper woven heart baskets that I had made when my son was a baby—50 years ago now.
But, cue the violins, all of my Christmas decorations were stolen from a storage unit a couple of years ago by a Grinch-like thief, so I decided to make some more.
This time out of felt.
Then, figuring I’m on a roll (and hoping my fingers will last a little longer before going numb from the exertion), I found some designs on the interwebs for a Dala horse and a bird. These two are pretty small, around two to three inches in length, but my artificial Christmas tree is pretty small too, so they should work just fine.
Then, my daughter saw them and requested a little larger Dala horse in slightly retro colors to go with her decor.
And lastly, in an “idle hands are the Trumps’ playground” fervor, I souped up a standard gingerbread house my grandkids sold to raise money for their school. It came pre-assembled with a kind of puny pack of candy and a bag of white royal icing.
I, however, had biglier plans.
I went to Walmart and bought a couple packages of pre-made cake decorations in the shape of Christmas lights and also a bag of red cookie icing. Then, being on a felt “bender,” I made a 3-D Snoopy.
The decorating process was somewhat excruciating—the royal icing was too watery at first and then too dry and kept oozing out of the zip-lock bag they provided. I always say “Next year I make my own!” and this time I mean it. If Alton Brown can do it, so can I.
The results were pretty satisfying, even though I was a wreck by the time I finished.
So, that’s what I’ve been doing to try to retain my sanity. How about you?
How are you coping in the post-Trumpian Apocalypse?