tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209005542024-02-07T21:19:51.068-07:00Tinoose's Other WorldAsian Ball Joint Dolls
Blythe
Tonner and other fashion dolls
Miniatures
PhotographyTinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-64962567422868565402017-11-08T15:01:00.002-07:002017-11-08T15:03:31.703-07:00Goodnight and Goodbye...Part 2It is with much sadness that I share the news that parts of this blog and all of <i>Tinoose's Other World 2</i> was "held for ransom" by Photobucket-- my blogs were utterly ruined and unsightly, and the only option I had was to delete it as I was not about to pay Photobucket $400 a year to get my pictures back. It was a wonderful decade of sharing my love of dolls and photography, stories about my mom and dad, and ultimately, myself. I may return again some day, but just wanted to let you all know what happened. Hope you enjoy what I was able to salvage. And until then, Sayonara-- if that's the way it is.<br />
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<i>~Tinooseus!</i><br />
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Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-7892923211210589102008-10-16T15:15:00.003-06:002008-10-16T15:26:20.441-06:00Goodnight and Goodbye......but not really! I've just created the "next generation" of this blog, called <em><a href="http://tinooseworld2.blogspot.com/">Tinoose's Other World 2</a></em> due to some formatting and upgrading concerns, the availabilty of newer and better tools (and a fear of screwing things up with an upgrade here), and a general reluctance to the idea of updating and fixing each and every posting on this blog. (LONG story, you can read part of it <a href="http://tinooseworld2.blogspot.com/2008/10/contemplating-change-and-tinooses-other.html">here</a>.) This <em>World</em> is now officially retired. Please visit my new blog if you still love my dolls! It's been such a joy sharing this part of my life through my very first blog! <em>Long live Blogger! Ho!</em><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">~Tinooseus!</span></em></strong>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-22063610781874667542008-08-12T08:17:00.005-06:002008-08-12T08:32:19.633-06:00Lomography and Ruth!<div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233636380862528338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUYgPiZyRYB_JCUuLJ3JCzTStB31nnPgd-SR1qLRtAxPBeW_J0VipxKo6_nf-7dVVhe0K0mBzN9MBD4gxdRVEvk3p0AXejjpyiIQuBdD8hbBtMH_M5mqmFlUawedp6MT_NPtuIw/s400/a5868348f9aba4cb_o.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I really love this <a href="http://www.dumpr.net/lomo.php"><b>Lomography</a></b> photo-editing effect that is freely available on the Internet! It really adds an incredible depth and richness to color photographs. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrUe4cejd5DBgmJqdSK6Vtl60BTiiM7nLR8KTYZ1OWFb15F5PaOBNfaqzKmiHCXboGU-SCFlyhboH6Jo3AMiQfQyDr_JJZOiSBVKOfMrtaSNbH7B0ioEiAOCk_5v_RjZpC9lT-Q/s1600-h/c9777ea01fd649fe_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233636591957359314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrUe4cejd5DBgmJqdSK6Vtl60BTiiM7nLR8KTYZ1OWFb15F5PaOBNfaqzKmiHCXboGU-SCFlyhboH6Jo3AMiQfQyDr_JJZOiSBVKOfMrtaSNbH7B0ioEiAOCk_5v_RjZpC9lT-Q/s400/c9777ea01fd649fe_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOzTWaciP1UI-EZvkWgvXkgBgMY8nINXbCuyfhhqP2v0RrhwNXTc_kFLfplE2Wlor057F5iKythPHjfeosX8Yhd33UhcxnoHfdLioSBklTAGzXOSvxwZuubhF2koUDY8eeiR-gQ/s1600-h/efa875d31a277ecb_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233636598144450962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOzTWaciP1UI-EZvkWgvXkgBgMY8nINXbCuyfhhqP2v0RrhwNXTc_kFLfplE2Wlor057F5iKythPHjfeosX8Yhd33UhcxnoHfdLioSBklTAGzXOSvxwZuubhF2koUDY8eeiR-gQ/s400/efa875d31a277ecb_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> The last three would make fabulous picture-postcards, don't you think? I think I'd like to give those out as Christmas cards because there is something Christmas-y about them even though there is nothing in them to suggest that time of year...<br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCLhyphenhyphenGkEX-e-0U9dJSX92ve6c_uXoIHTCjkNo_2zXEH_sGNduMg5yTFkcvYsxsGbQjIuSQdnc67Y7Jskl-s37kXMoIffiZcd2tByV96rP9ThuQ_R92twYbTGVe2ShSaZdAlWa9Q/s1600-h/e60fb84f580d08c5_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233636381297530978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCLhyphenhyphenGkEX-e-0U9dJSX92ve6c_uXoIHTCjkNo_2zXEH_sGNduMg5yTFkcvYsxsGbQjIuSQdnc67Y7Jskl-s37kXMoIffiZcd2tByV96rP9ThuQ_R92twYbTGVe2ShSaZdAlWa9Q/s400/e60fb84f580d08c5_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJLe9d0nwBLDvvD8XG5nc2QTs0X5CvkzMbqMIwKAXMAtlcjKmLM3ySuM5KxfN7vh8zMJ2Gsz-99hJVd-MBBPq4k12RdZFbPwtelbvyixTYjXkWa12dEjo5F8yFXpa-jl4Axz8Tw/s1600-h/eae33c2699896b48_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233636388122950594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJLe9d0nwBLDvvD8XG5nc2QTs0X5CvkzMbqMIwKAXMAtlcjKmLM3ySuM5KxfN7vh8zMJ2Gsz-99hJVd-MBBPq4k12RdZFbPwtelbvyixTYjXkWa12dEjo5F8yFXpa-jl4Axz8Tw/s400/eae33c2699896b48_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWyX8C5aWNv3ZdTb_vF4hbK5NZmnXCVxhZyDABJ7U-fC_dJsimR0YJNnnb26f8ZGfcmPUOBSslXVqxXuxcpLfzgRPgv0uYHkVfkP3nYJeAkxSStR0kHc8BRc8qq052ekns_EsFA/s1600-h/eae33c2699896b48_o.jpg"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233637593804467106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjUZdg4EjoD1Z849KN8DWQ2tV4ETTLsx4Lcy9WVweULeMuxzHQY1UJkTIlL20Ma-DQHjd0NICmzv_HyoUFNzPml3wxIxZYalpThf37KiHOLfpp9rNFdbqcMhvSqstO-Wsw8ddD-A/s400/45f4b3befd69b937_o.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">~Tinooseus!</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-87196540613333339952008-07-13T22:25:00.006-06:002008-07-13T22:49:48.014-06:00Peaceful Deafness<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222722267963447682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBH5Cmpt8BflxCuAiRqEmePHqjGpu_ovDU7a65xg5_BQl-KoXY5gbc1lhvW2IevC_mebxSGWRg1fmTXt2kLJCCLQJZlcpfkexHJAxiyp9JVR9oyEkEkG7LyBmeDn7mzL38JFsHTg/s400/sprite+013.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Glorydoll Lucy head on Custom House girl body)</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I finally realized what Ruth reminds me of-- though I can't really explain why. She reminds me of a young girl who is lost in her own world because she is deaf. She seems so inward-looking, and at perfect peace. Nothing can penetrate the safety of her walls... It's how I feel when I take my hearing aids out after a long, hard, noisy day. So there is no pity here. Just pure beauty...</div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWtSbYDl4Nkks1hkMlKF_s7cSrm-x606xhdeGoTl1PBXvCmZRCoRdyX8KfoRaQpQygvtB_g80O7GctNN9F2q14YGExxu2n3qa0WwCLkzRsLmfSXwFuIUqyRcccopjgqCup2GPmQ/s1600-h/sprite+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222723524390473826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWtSbYDl4Nkks1hkMlKF_s7cSrm-x606xhdeGoTl1PBXvCmZRCoRdyX8KfoRaQpQygvtB_g80O7GctNN9F2q14YGExxu2n3qa0WwCLkzRsLmfSXwFuIUqyRcccopjgqCup2GPmQ/s400/sprite+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhojHNxQjtexJNroxdM1Z8TLPchHFpfxXNKr_n7qun7My75wTpxOhMJpSlqmLDIDhAHZMd_DoRTfkzmjarLSNEvE3Yf7NYv6ayb9YvI_FK1VDzPsYUX0bjc7RJy8FvnUcwr_EqWA/s1600-h/sprite+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222723024325295042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhojHNxQjtexJNroxdM1Z8TLPchHFpfxXNKr_n7qun7My75wTpxOhMJpSlqmLDIDhAHZMd_DoRTfkzmjarLSNEvE3Yf7NYv6ayb9YvI_FK1VDzPsYUX0bjc7RJy8FvnUcwr_EqWA/s400/sprite+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">~Tinooseus!</span></em></strong> </div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-90876628811837470192008-06-19T21:57:00.004-06:002008-06-19T22:36:15.740-06:00Meet Gerta!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2p-_GylETcpYcsRNiyJnF4lZboWtZ-t3hnb463RIOq2PlZFtF_v-4q_FsnM8MUUAYGHak1b80JV0vMXtOtHP_9qiDvTt7kV3q2-v12gqejxKZ0gX4E9TmDmF2ReSbSFn-m3sew/s1600-h/gerta+004a.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2p-_GylETcpYcsRNiyJnF4lZboWtZ-t3hnb463RIOq2PlZFtF_v-4q_FsnM8MUUAYGHak1b80JV0vMXtOtHP_9qiDvTt7kV3q2-v12gqejxKZ0gX4E9TmDmF2ReSbSFn-m3sew/s400/gerta+004a.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left">Well, here she is! The beautiful Gerta! She is a <strong>Tea for Two </strong>Blythe that a dear friend allowed me to adopt not too long ago! She is here to support my poor Charlotte (Kozy Kape Blythe), who is currently being tormented by these tiny little sisters a.k.a. the <strong><span style="color:#003300;">Monnaemi Sisters</span></strong>. </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left">Gerta is utterly adorable in her little A-line dress from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5428660"><strong>megipupu</strong></a>, a little shop on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/"><strong>Etsy</strong></a>. </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><p></p><p>Her happy red boots are from <a href="http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZkingkong_1117"><strong>Chic Mystery</strong></a>, an eBay seller. I am thrilled with how much stuff is available for Blythe dolls on eBay.</p><p> </p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amazed, too!</span></em> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJeBSIJmRz29cQAqPoOeccdahXOth3gJiQ18x5PLNV4ba1qPU7b0sxKQo3NNpiuFRsDTAG8Tl_xvw0wqnZIp8y8BAfCKrOoXSRyx30hWB68LCNv4_lIBUEpgy_duVIi8mmbnecQ/s1600-h/gerta+006.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJeBSIJmRz29cQAqPoOeccdahXOth3gJiQ18x5PLNV4ba1qPU7b0sxKQo3NNpiuFRsDTAG8Tl_xvw0wqnZIp8y8BAfCKrOoXSRyx30hWB68LCNv4_lIBUEpgy_duVIi8mmbnecQ/s400/gerta+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqy_4Njfi8LC1q3qkGzfa1UZc-ojPfnZ8lmHjbxJEqIuRJCPzSKLmCNBfReR_HV2rNlPyCajt5GM7zgoJw5BZhRRP3uU3x6yV1TVi_SlNJc_YoN9LJQxxy93uLAtKD8J1xU6XqAA/s1600-h/gerta+007.jpg"></a><p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZKWrkLkOy55ZhHfERKwGGYVwbGcgEk8X9V4qkM0wqzuOKxIKcKD4RYwPX_3_7ozxJvEvaDjIp7zV-4xbaZT8ZQjjaM89U-1ufXNz0pP38pgFQCJLiM8n09kuP1mazZ5QIhxEog/s1600-h/gerta+008.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZKWrkLkOy55ZhHfERKwGGYVwbGcgEk8X9V4qkM0wqzuOKxIKcKD4RYwPX_3_7ozxJvEvaDjIp7zV-4xbaZT8ZQjjaM89U-1ufXNz0pP38pgFQCJLiM8n09kuP1mazZ5QIhxEog/s400/gerta+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center">Gerta's head is super heavy! Her skinny litle legs seem to buckle a little when I stand her upright. Thank goodness for doll stands! She <em>needs</em> it!</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">I am really taken with these big-eyed creatures! I wonder what took me so long to examine them and bring one home with me. Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad that I've finally been <em><strong>Blytherized</strong>!</em> Ho! HO!</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;">~Tinooseus!</span></strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-4383375740899998142008-06-06T21:22:00.007-06:002008-06-06T21:53:30.102-06:00The Blythe Madness<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGXV1ilPo1Z9Ggjs_CqdwHFqvEm_YWnzaFgtlr2ZVqHXOiOGiTTQbSaX9B6LNoZ60Pe1l1LEK949l232lmwhxL1NDxrrJULV6eYieHvrBTRlx-W5rHJU2AhL99RbV9dBoSp6IKA/s1600-h/KozyBlythe+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208976461742203506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGXV1ilPo1Z9Ggjs_CqdwHFqvEm_YWnzaFgtlr2ZVqHXOiOGiTTQbSaX9B6LNoZ60Pe1l1LEK949l232lmwhxL1NDxrrJULV6eYieHvrBTRlx-W5rHJU2AhL99RbV9dBoSp6IKA/s400/KozyBlythe+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Oh my goodness, I can't believe that she came today! My ADG Kozy Kape Blythe! What a <em>huge </em>head she has, haha! I immediately set to work trying on different Blythe outfits on her, and even went through my Barbie stash looking for some smaller pieces that worked. It was fun, but horribly exhausting! I did not take pictures as I tried on stuff, so we have to settle for the last thing I've managed to change her i<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVIuMPg42I_tpIzhp0QxVu7k3ztHIKZBPJuCFqbH084yHUR-TAY-vf1OMufSiY8o5e92vRRKbMGFjTi8twxQNsO3SunteWq0aK3XtXb5EczRnxZRFXCdfx90LO-df52baDdarhA/s1600-h/KozyBlythe+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208982431746744978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVIuMPg42I_tpIzhp0QxVu7k3ztHIKZBPJuCFqbH084yHUR-TAY-vf1OMufSiY8o5e92vRRKbMGFjTi8twxQNsO3SunteWq0aK3XtXb5EczRnxZRFXCdfx90LO-df52baDdarhA/s400/KozyBlythe+006.jpg" border="0" /></a>nto before calling it a night. </div><div></div><br /><br /><div>By the way, a very pleasant surprise was discovering that Blythe has a cleft chin! I simply did NOT notice that in the Blythe pictures I've been staring at for the past couple of years. I was a bit distracted by those ginormous eyes, I guess... The cleft chin really adds a gentle sweetness to her.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggXQbdzSXTly5ePs50m-xg5bgTqlGFCzmL5B_XBxTX9w5Ut9Ogv_7l3ylLWNGVYMT-SiD_Nid79YmbYdEScV8vfd3C7T0sSNvYes9vplVpxqVmAcXlUHMxPcPMYfh53H6tMleyQ/s1600-h/KozyBlythe+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208982504761189026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggXQbdzSXTly5ePs50m-xg5bgTqlGFCzmL5B_XBxTX9w5Ut9Ogv_7l3ylLWNGVYMT-SiD_Nid79YmbYdEScV8vfd3C7T0sSNvYes9vplVpxqVmAcXlUHMxPcPMYfh53H6tMleyQ/s400/KozyBlythe+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Anyway, looks like the Blythe Madness has hit my home! Heh heh! Can't wait to take her outside for some more photos. But for now, goodnight and sweet dreams...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgie4oosMj9-qdlWB2gsfWcqtUBFXU8HVVPp0TnBKPMXPlTToj8TKCq-b75S7H7FGdJsHHHZc20VL0tABCNPIwshQSsjbi_ARx-CHEGkBevLhSO-9untxlUy8BYQBm3ZhyphenhyphenhPWEn-Q/s1600-h/KozyBlythe+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208976539051614850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgie4oosMj9-qdlWB2gsfWcqtUBFXU8HVVPp0TnBKPMXPlTToj8TKCq-b75S7H7FGdJsHHHZc20VL0tABCNPIwshQSsjbi_ARx-CHEGkBevLhSO-9untxlUy8BYQBm3ZhyphenhyphenhPWEn-Q/s400/KozyBlythe+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">~Tinooseus!</span></em></strong></div></div></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-3147153580824890452008-06-06T06:34:00.004-06:002008-06-06T08:51:55.865-06:00Of Kimonos and Hair!<div align="center">***</div><div align="center">A Poem by an Unknown Girl </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(found at <a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hair-9/">http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hair-9/</a>)</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuocDxULYegkeFqj6u03l8VQRfHDxkshVPBv-N-90-8ohhfXd8V5FoLLONCr95c1bRDM-s6F4She8SG1WIFeKicb6l-W7tA1TvAQ08yhVoSq1od4_SkqBu57uJMBaEG82n9h4qHA/s1600-h/springkimonos+008.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuocDxULYegkeFqj6u03l8VQRfHDxkshVPBv-N-90-8ohhfXd8V5FoLLONCr95c1bRDM-s6F4She8SG1WIFeKicb6l-W7tA1TvAQ08yhVoSq1od4_SkqBu57uJMBaEG82n9h4qHA/s400/springkimonos+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Hair!</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong>Hair......long sleek silky hair<br />Floppy dark raven hair<br />Vibrant hues of auburn hair<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaS9IhJ1Bx6OmEA51EyXXrroUnPHC9_EDXSf5YHb-KM9XlvZpzFAazRgaPGrZjVN06tBYveGtVPiFRnzv4dx0iCEXSrOcNbCrFiyukeCOuSDk018WrW4GXu7Mrudidp8_um1tE3Q/s1600-h/springkimonos+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208746577912652370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaS9IhJ1Bx6OmEA51EyXXrroUnPHC9_EDXSf5YHb-KM9XlvZpzFAazRgaPGrZjVN06tBYveGtVPiFRnzv4dx0iCEXSrOcNbCrFiyukeCOuSDk018WrW4GXu7Mrudidp8_um1tE3Q/s400/springkimonos+009.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Mops of golden baby hair<br />Softly shaven 'bald-head' hair<br />Tennis ball-like to the touch </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmnn1lNWWGA6HKCXBfFoQsTIQjhC89dWc5QEDsubPOv_2q_qEqDRwfDi46KxNN9PVR45YBmin0ot92NOhMCqj5O0sSE1LNU_kQY5SkBaGx_Wn9wlC1l1kxFvRXQOhb3AXGsb7-Q/s1600-h/springkimonos+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208746582207619682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmnn1lNWWGA6HKCXBfFoQsTIQjhC89dWc5QEDsubPOv_2q_qEqDRwfDi46KxNN9PVR45YBmin0ot92NOhMCqj5O0sSE1LNU_kQY5SkBaGx_Wn9wlC1l1kxFvRXQOhb3AXGsb7-Q/s400/springkimonos+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />All different types of hair<br />I like so much<br />What is it with hair?<br />That makes you double-backand just stare?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFY4k0rFuytcxhwduYrhnNVGNiQo8Mp9tHaqkqJjjY52XL5OkRcTXabV4YK3K6aTKry7tbW5Zb8qLK558FYkkn0d8REblxlcr6UIqLVaE_EDtNlJXjWtPzWB4i9GNR69yLe_SZQ/s1600-h/springkimonos+003.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFY4k0rFuytcxhwduYrhnNVGNiQo8Mp9tHaqkqJjjY52XL5OkRcTXabV4YK3K6aTKry7tbW5Zb8qLK558FYkkn0d8REblxlcr6UIqLVaE_EDtNlJXjWtPzWB4i9GNR69yLe_SZQ/s400/springkimonos+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But most of all the one<br />that steals my attention<br />is that dark, shaggy, in-the-eyes<br />type of hair! ! </p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmGNoPKlTAm6Sd99jUqRuwB6il-IbcO_u3RZf0iV-itNNO2Mu2X7vx3Bh6joNllFEtnCy9TUClGvxfWzhMpGkByrOckfsnRTdQgAKUziDiBqUN014gSaqKww_pPG84FuocyeFwQ/s1600-h/springkimonos+006.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmGNoPKlTAm6Sd99jUqRuwB6il-IbcO_u3RZf0iV-itNNO2Mu2X7vx3Bh6joNllFEtnCy9TUClGvxfWzhMpGkByrOckfsnRTdQgAKUziDiBqUN014gSaqKww_pPG84FuocyeFwQ/s400/springkimonos+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br />Heaven......... I must be mad<br />but do you know? </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">I just love hair! ! !<br />***<br /></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><p>These three kimonos were bought on <a href="http://www.yahoo.co.jp/">Yahoo!Japan</a>, which is just about my favorite source for Japanese costumes for my dolls. The largest one is made of sumptuous silk, and the colors and pattern are just delightful. I actually meant it for a slightly smaller doll (Marguerite Joy), but she's so kicky and slippery that I simply could not get it on her. I will have to try again when I'm calm and not so impatient! The middle one is very cute, also of silk. It's a shorter, above-the-knees length one that suits my Miss Rosie's perky personality to a T! The color is really nicely contrasted by her tan! And the teeniest one is barely three inches tall and amazingly detailed for such a miniscule item! I am in complete awe of what Japanese seamstresses can do! </p><p>I want a kimono for every one of my dolls, which means that I have, let's see...7 more to go, hahah! Well, actually just 4. I have 2 others that just doesn't suit any of them color-wise, and Keo is a boy, so he'll get a Hakama instead. Of course, it would be nice if each could have a kimono/hakama for every season! Mina has a gorgeous <a href="http://tinooseworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/river-sounds.html">autumn-hued one</a>, and it would be fun to find a colorful spring one for her, too. <em>Sigh........... Some day!</em><br /><br />Too Much Stuff and Not Enough Money,<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">~Tinooseus!</span></em></strong><br /><br /></p><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-91118320692210337182008-05-30T09:11:00.005-06:002008-05-30T09:25:49.922-06:00Nice Work If You Can Get It<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheN7_KqW8kxmrAEY0xF_cB7R1CNaTIgroT4en4CVk_xOPO03eu745AuTBgSZrpsRcZ-gAI9aLsE0T3Dhx3G9ge9AJiRV60K6nwI0cjT0vCQAE1Ve_CsRtv7deHUAH9E05fwiyNw/s1600-h/26May08136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206190868242142418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheN7_KqW8kxmrAEY0xF_cB7R1CNaTIgroT4en4CVk_xOPO03eu745AuTBgSZrpsRcZ-gAI9aLsE0T3Dhx3G9ge9AJiRV60K6nwI0cjT0vCQAE1Ve_CsRtv7deHUAH9E05fwiyNw/s400/26May08136.jpg" border="0" /></a>The man who only live for making money<br />Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny;<br />Likewise the man who works for fame --<br />There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206190223997048002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEC36jIt-SV9tFssfKAX5xRmg4-zJKkpqjOoSQDlf3QwZ5RbTf-qlM-OIT7C0Xb1hr7JXXcUGTIuTt1dKM24tFxcq4Re8ztYH8vcqRWuL42rS06767aI2M-66oLdnzGqaEPNjW8w/s400/26May08129.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">The fact is, the only work that really brings enjoyment<br />Is the kind that is for girl and boy meant.<br />Fall in love -- you won't regret it.<br />That's the best work of all -- if you can get it.<br />Holding hands at midnight<br />'Neath a starry sky...<br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189665651299442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgH79m87pGH0U8hJgwXUM9jX_ZFWWv25EQnbiu1srFCQUhePoFnrQi-rN1jLXcNlyhU3wPhcSwvjCXhJLkuPiK_d6bIrCe8zL_Rri34Ip_U-oy1nbGmwch3PVc_iUA9PY43KGQQ/s400/26May08105.jpg" border="0" />Oh that is nice work if you can get it.<br />And you can get it -- if you try.<br />Strolling with the one girl<br />Sighing sigh after sigh...<br />Oh nice work if you can get it.<br />And you can get it -- if you try.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189674241234050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_mh2xSfkuDisQSQ12vMQO7KoZrmEBALWwG7s4YQgF9jjP4RFEN5kymTPyCoBdwfNONmOjsVJb7_OCAKtPOXO-JXz4Y38cyfkg4ZAu09Ozd3IkFUrNDad70AjEtTozTgUK30wPg/s400/26May08112.jpg" border="0" /> Just imagine someone<br />Waiting at the cottage door.<br />Where two hearts become one...<br />Who could ask for anything more?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189682831168674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeYfeGXCdHsaFCrwsfI5dlADLDcDKWWQkakBgKVlr0stDyA9E7p-CKCfg_gw5W1HM_q_EJUnqbpjL1qSRPUuMAhAx6S5gwvWXCSj4eT9QzgFqY8NXko8Enwab89XqJq9FYL8RTg/s400/26May08143.jpg" border="0" /> Loving one who loves you,<br />And then taking that vow...<br />Nice work if you can get it,<br />And if you get it --<br /><br />Won't you tell me how? </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206189687126135986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxK5X04plSVmCmf_izU4wUJsHMzQhhQJuLn0NQlqAb27hwAZnyhnG9IU6WybeZRaAqu9hcWbr5GNi5iveK7ZykO4iUxaEfRZmOqXWRWqiRhEi9yyrzyOhPSYFfVrC7lDnluxnAA/s400/26May08150.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Song by George and Ira Gerswhin<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">~Tinooseus!</span></em></strong> </p>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-45498732028465117222008-05-30T08:33:00.008-06:002008-05-30T08:59:55.452-06:00Long Time No See: Hana Soah<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlUiL84-KW-SnDNP8vqBC73wqOZHqBZZY90opo1MnUMqBi1tPUxMlOXycUSZn8kpxPRoWJ4zahFIo3CC_TxMO6SgmRzVcY2VDtbLkGHdIQz-iioWXBfW_f7C1orjm_L82rAkllA/s1600-h/26May08165.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206184941187273810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlUiL84-KW-SnDNP8vqBC73wqOZHqBZZY90opo1MnUMqBi1tPUxMlOXycUSZn8kpxPRoWJ4zahFIo3CC_TxMO6SgmRzVcY2VDtbLkGHdIQz-iioWXBfW_f7C1orjm_L82rAkllA/s400/26May08165.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div>The other day I took my very first BJD Hana Soah (Elfdoll Soah) out for a photoshoot at Washington Park in Denver. Looking at this girl through my camera lens reminded me of how much I love her eyes, her shape, her resin, her face... So, even though she is not photographed nearly as much as my newer kids, she is not loved any less than the others.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64AcpaHjJ89h2-tk2wt5U3tKlaYzCUmqgJCzXaHOQTKwJo9YVBVKKBkEcXCotRgAIoiLbqLkPcpPKGr4YMz-n-301yV_nw0df-PfFNSsETU5rRSCu-E1oDfzwFtf9i8nIwY0u2Q/s1600-h/26May08014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206184378546558002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64AcpaHjJ89h2-tk2wt5U3tKlaYzCUmqgJCzXaHOQTKwJo9YVBVKKBkEcXCotRgAIoiLbqLkPcpPKGr4YMz-n-301yV_nw0df-PfFNSsETU5rRSCu-E1oDfzwFtf9i8nIwY0u2Q/s320/26May08014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>I remember when I first saw her-- she was photographed in her prototype form which was this simple damp-looking <a href="http://www.elfdoll.com/default/product/soah.php">gray clay</a>. I fell so madly in love with that sculpt and I <em>knew</em> that she was going to be my very first BJD. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lnOUpTT-oLeyWHUcHRYekMmSCGqRYonU37Nxh-x44erqrwtWAZc-s5AnIB_3BgplAJC91aUp2VWqHPVGIpZZjcsgGi5z_tfe9wwQX3-IPBXSVbR69nKe1QPurw_dU7i9fsmMrQ/s1600-h/26May08021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206185039971521634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lnOUpTT-oLeyWHUcHRYekMmSCGqRYonU37Nxh-x44erqrwtWAZc-s5AnIB_3BgplAJC91aUp2VWqHPVGIpZZjcsgGi5z_tfe9wwQX3-IPBXSVbR69nKe1QPurw_dU7i9fsmMrQ/s320/26May08021.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeUe78I9eewy90NC4M8-PlTCGq3MI220JHuobPL3OL6610Z-naSLzwN4zRj-GUsAGcoZLKbVaMc17k7rFIQvhH86tXf4scxtYEg7t_4JPaoOC32DCTP_QxGCmL291qvLQRxwjsw/s1600-h/26May08165.jpg"></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div>I've had a lot of <a href="http://tinooseworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/thinking-about-hana-soah.html">ups and downs</a> with this doll, but in the end I can never even think of parting with her. As imperfect as she may be, she remains a much beloved member of my BJD family.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY8Q5TSwfFGlMpBrqq05m-nvQKBge9xBdCTLpOCuiJqMflfphfghP3gCvhuO6YEWG0ufpmvPUWshiLdXoE6V75PKPPN5CGqjzjAMGPW9BIFYahCVWVYBRclVJOo2sAu7a35lt7xA/s1600-h/26May08025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206184120848520210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY8Q5TSwfFGlMpBrqq05m-nvQKBge9xBdCTLpOCuiJqMflfphfghP3gCvhuO6YEWG0ufpmvPUWshiLdXoE6V75PKPPN5CGqjzjAMGPW9BIFYahCVWVYBRclVJOo2sAu7a35lt7xA/s320/26May08025.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#333333;">~Tinooseus!</span></em></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-72875832615255539892008-02-10T10:51:00.000-07:002008-02-10T11:48:20.760-07:00The Return of Bubba the Cat<p align="center"><img src="http://www.thedollpage.com/photopost/data/2/456kittykat_022.jpg?9572" /></p><br />Well, I've never told this story before, but little Mimi's favorite kitty Bubba finally came back home. When she first adopted him, he was the friendly outdoor cat that went from yard to yard visiting various barbeque parties in a certain north-east Denver neighborhood. Truth be told, Mimi actually <i>stole</i> Bubba from this dumb guy that lived next door because he didn't "get" why his cat kept fighting with his roommates' motley collection of (transient) dogs and ferrets. So he tossed Bubba outside to get the other guys off of his back.<br /><br />Bubba actually did pretty well for himself-- his undeniable charms have earned him many tasty little tibits of barbequed chicken and grilled fish. He purred sweetly and slowly winked his little blue eyes at unsuspecting cooks and squeaked out a teeny-tiny meow. However, he was no match against the stray dogs that targeted him on a daily basis. Although seriously injured, he also was quite fat when Mimi met him-- in fact, she thought Bubba was a pregnant GIRL cat! The local vet kindly set her straight...<br /><br />Anyway, long story short, Bubba never did get over the sudden trauma of losing his freedom to roam despite his enviable position as a well-fed, well loved, much pampered, and <i>protected</i> apartment kitty. And so every time someone opened a door, Bubba was primed to make a run for it. One day he did just that, and broke poor little Mimi's heart. But now, having sowed his wild oats and once again craving the sweet comforts of warm little hands stroking his cold little nose as he drifted off to sleep, Bubba returned to the young girl who loved him best. How he managed to find his way back to sweet Mimi all the way from Denver-- well! What can we say. Clearly, it must've been <i>true</i> love!<br /><br />The girls' other cat Lula seems happy to see Bubba, too! She was just a wee little kitten when Bubba made his break... It makes the girls laugh to see how much bigger Lula has become!<br /><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://www.thedollpage.com/photopost/data/2/456kittykat_020.jpg?1677" /></p><br /><br />Jinamarie is happy to see her little sis reunited with her beloved ball of fluff. Although, frankly she is also more than a little concerned because if memory serves, Bubba made some incredibly STINKY litter box deposits in the past. We're talking clear-the-room, peel the wallpaper off the walls, "I see Jesus and he's smiling at me" stinky!! They had to get the powerful multiple cat formula kitty litter even though he was the ONLY cat in the house at the time...<br /><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://www.thedollpage.com/photopost/data/2/456kittykat_018.jpg?4269" /></p><div align="center"><br /><br />(excerpt from Marc Gunn's <i>When Kitty Eyes Are Smiling</i>)<br />When kitty eyes are smiling<br />All the world it is their play<br />With a leap a cat is soaring<br />Now your shoe lace is his prey<br />When kitty hearts are happy<br />Against your leg, you'll feel them rub<br />And when kitty eyes are smiling<br />Sure, you can't help falling in love.<br /></div><p align="right"><img src="http://www.thedollpage.com/photopost/data/2/456heartkitty.JPG?7428" /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">Bubba and Lula were lovingly hand-crafted by IGMA artistan Bridget McCarty.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong><em>~Tinooseus!</em></strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-90429035566352279092007-12-17T06:12:00.000-07:002007-12-17T06:18:41.201-07:00A TINY'S Very Own Miniature Dollhouse<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAW0x3Q8w7S9FGc5rkAPgNeii9E8sVd7K7vMDi0ALby8p6uGTtCpwA2cc7kWNs8iNe3vPRaZIpJ2iHRlzKGA402pSlCTyIbFeEsU9eqF_AwJhlWWaEbrORaIw0SftrMVIsMU6cgg/s1600-h/tinydollroom+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144929843973882834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAW0x3Q8w7S9FGc5rkAPgNeii9E8sVd7K7vMDi0ALby8p6uGTtCpwA2cc7kWNs8iNe3vPRaZIpJ2iHRlzKGA402pSlCTyIbFeEsU9eqF_AwJhlWWaEbrORaIw0SftrMVIsMU6cgg/s320/tinydollroom+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There is life in 1/12 scale-- it's 1/44th scale!! It's so cool how my dolls can share my love for both dolls AND miniatures....</div><div> </div><div>For those who don't know-- Bongie is a very small six inches tall Elfdoll, her room is an American Girl Iluma room, so as you can imagine, those are some TEENY dollhouses!</div><div> </div><div>I am filled with such <em>glee</em>!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>~Tinooseus</strong></span></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-27628878562507899912007-11-12T14:12:00.001-07:002007-11-12T14:19:51.108-07:00Keo on Sunday...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oEw4D40xBAWnSoKV83UbczZSvYmI28I-llaFE4gmJkMWMGapeK4NyCjqnfdnn0V9bVG56oX6bgB0FzP5eQUJH5MKEcTGTk2gwyqrwOqGz6QYcAegDssuP9QFM2sC-cncwNOO9g/s1600-h/456QuietGuy_100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132066046181442882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oEw4D40xBAWnSoKV83UbczZSvYmI28I-llaFE4gmJkMWMGapeK4NyCjqnfdnn0V9bVG56oX6bgB0FzP5eQUJH5MKEcTGTk2gwyqrwOqGz6QYcAegDssuP9QFM2sC-cncwNOO9g/s400/456QuietGuy_100.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Some observant soul pointed out this morning that Keo's name is pronounced the same way as the boxing term "KO" and that he is indeed, a Knock Out. Do you agree?<br /><br />~Tinooseus<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWyQ8BLICZ_7xW2x3W4_vBwwO3DBmCw3hWHvCXj520HnwsF6eYBlIrlGGTDp0XnYq5l3heEheiTIP_nvT3GWsOU7zYWH_CfqksPLGACFAaDmwnwErxbsl52BBVzwQKdj8ornTQg/s1600-h/456QuietGuy_092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132065818548176162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWyQ8BLICZ_7xW2x3W4_vBwwO3DBmCw3hWHvCXj520HnwsF6eYBlIrlGGTDp0XnYq5l3heEheiTIP_nvT3GWsOU7zYWH_CfqksPLGACFAaDmwnwErxbsl52BBVzwQKdj8ornTQg/s400/456QuietGuy_092.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHyiNKIOWggZDDU-XsGwNRCRkUXM9mWORc3x7q-pytS4ch0pObapLzwaUf3fioqud8_TlhIv9rKKJEBOxs62g0EZUPNuYFwGGXBPc2lP3GuMp3okhoYNGEEE9gwUKm2tTxhlWzQ/s1600-h/456QuietGuy_062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132065608094778642" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJt8rLnZTslvgjHOiGtkcOlpEx6GuYrHT2GQhEjvoJMAmi3Ck72_CanJttwQKmn2SkUHbSAv2IEFOHJMaux54mdVwTD65Bz0BKnAnx6qs1dKCdXMPUbdsVuHJKyB4VW31JAPa-cg/s400/456QuietGuy_012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-58139507781382816992007-10-11T09:03:00.000-06:002007-10-11T09:06:16.017-06:00Another Funny Post on the Zone of Zen...I just love that place, ha ha!<br />~Tinooseus<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Posted by <strong>Jewel</strong> on October 9, 2007, 10:17 pm</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rut Roh...hubby saw the price tag on the shoes I just got from BJDollarama... He pointed and said, "Nuh Uh!!!!!" and I just kept talking like I didn't hear him...then after I said "Yeah, I told you I spent all the money from the sale of the last doll on clothes and shoes for Eleanor" and he said "That is more than my shoes cost!" and I pointed to the Volks Cristal outfit and I said "That cost more than my wedding dress." He hasn't said much since. </span>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-19469730690199587342007-10-07T08:57:00.000-06:002007-10-07T09:09:09.635-06:00Every Single One...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24Zy_lF7xH2Hg9BcUjM9m_uyMN0I0XBP9vOAF8FKOZXAIvggYWrWcchXxVsjT8bGKH0h6D-Juoj1iI7aOZlbjEsUNSoNg-WndGrd71t2ZlRErBuB6bhzvyS_jR86kDuV_NKS1lw/s1600-h/456no-cords-Tinas-pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118610868424934898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24Zy_lF7xH2Hg9BcUjM9m_uyMN0I0XBP9vOAF8FKOZXAIvggYWrWcchXxVsjT8bGKH0h6D-Juoj1iI7aOZlbjEsUNSoNg-WndGrd71t2ZlRErBuB6bhzvyS_jR86kDuV_NKS1lw/s400/456no-cords-Tinas-pic.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">Everybody in my household loves Keona Meka. <em>Everyone!</em></span></strong></span> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>Little Mimi loves Keo...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118609764618339730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuKM4u0eC79YRLou2W81W_wdTUMaq2MJUEri1D1zmNDAKWAQdH12e3yOSHcIZK9nEtCq5EyycLC1OdvlkvMltF5dw0xe_NRaIJIwhayRdHFAf5KCLBYywG261ZU82P4Km_R3pSg/s400/456Mir_086.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><em>Wee Bongie loves Keo...</em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118610812590360034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmlyPJtM61axtCsv-QnjOQvxFZcy6w-09EW062o0r6jBGz4q7j3LTCHXeUuFLo9N3-o_QRY_KMHavaaU8eIP-DzPv9vSzuBxfPbNgeLTH6mSp3dd-ZAHA-BTjvdBwY04_gRgmVSA/s400/456Mir_095.jpg" border="0" /><em>Jinamarie loves Keo...</em><br /><div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118609704488797570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFCGzSis7vIVx6hTU-ZzcN3F_Y8iE5jLyf1-K2JE8oeDE0PegXKBX-OH21sQjHcuQ4WuvOQ63Z4CtvxtN1aLWSHWwCBmgTh2z3g4zRd-jFoPRKg4kAu_8Bh8wjDh3iKI9HyCXnQ/s400/456Mir_085.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><em>LeeLee loves Keo...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118609962186835394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93iOKkmHF8TtFzGMFIS4Y_tdlwRNTtPIMXze4qLCLp1b607iG-MOHCTOc-5x6ySRYU18eD8eObgqs1t9rKASwhGzlhVxd90gVI-ATQv6yw1TjfFBOpRLR5djco7EbZNnyBeFkhg/s400/456Mir_088.jpg" border="0" />Yuliya loves Keo...</em><br /><div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118609837632783778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPK-yO60Z2Vprkih5yQ5UxxG8mHFRFoZPg-57J-A79t4WqFry-DRDDKfx87ldzDkQaMMH7keZRfCuwWAe8WiZ515klQUG_iIxu4Z407rTdBTNZvb9IfP-lbqfusi5AJ4_d3azbQA/s400/456Mir_087.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><em>Hana Soah and Mina loves Keo...</em><br /><div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118610026611344850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGqclnlAebPbZxKunn2pqXsD93ti1ZcCQT_-mSxxK_6xwkoWA6rXs5HTy47acZ2ZwOoW5aXH7gZ4vY850LaHOwiCMmx5tt8jIyT67qTc6L0e2FT68lS0_1y5AO6vrtQVuHr47JQ/s400/456Mir_092.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div>When she first met Keo, Bongie just melted, ha ha ha!!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118609549869974882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTs3J6AYIHD5U_Vi1IawK-2O0rX1RkYwToOOQBC3zXU5Mt-1slI-L3YvJ5kE1Kq_nnM0WsTsYFBxDdyLQJT39IGHfI2zL2M-0_judAvHCz6DXR4fAvqu7H7c8FufE1eKTwHjBr8g/s400/456Mir_069.jpg" border="0" /> Can a guy survive so much adoration???<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118609648654222706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggDaujRS-Rvl2fHCrpaCLPK374eelnXSrcTiWgn0CdF2Rh-vdafXHZ0bE75y1_j3Rgcm2DrulkGCqfQP0iSGHi32pzcLj6tIOUikJs9RP6R34xtDFGuOc7Rpn3PtinYZ42QmaTFw/s400/456Mir_084.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">~Tinooseus</span></strong><br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-79439242113204985012007-10-07T08:25:00.000-06:002007-10-07T08:57:09.060-06:00Keona Meka (Elfdoll Mir)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjLnIoFIMz59L5pyFOuoHsz5mRM9ZA7cuoYKJX0FZ-8dcp931oEQ3LL2jR8EXBooRqfTfJX43-WN5fQzewyiZrn_QHOYZzDrbYPeTR10-exQRJpSTesgIeJTDqNZXulUaDqxn9g/s1600-h/456Mir_065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118603141778769090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjLnIoFIMz59L5pyFOuoHsz5mRM9ZA7cuoYKJX0FZ-8dcp931oEQ3LL2jR8EXBooRqfTfJX43-WN5fQzewyiZrn_QHOYZzDrbYPeTR10-exQRJpSTesgIeJTDqNZXulUaDqxn9g/s400/456Mir_065.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;">Well, here he is...my first boy BJD. I never thought it would happen, but he is here and I LOVE, LOVE, <em>LOVE</em> him!</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Some Basic Stats</span></strong></div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sculpt: </strong></span><span style="color:#333333;">Elfdoll Mir, sculpted by Rainman. Came with resin-wig head with olive eyes, as well as a regular head. Special 80 Limited Edition, Sold out!</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Name:</span></strong> <span style="color:#333333;">Keona Meka (Kay-oh-nah May-kah), Hawaiian name meaning God's gracious gift and eyes.</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Birthday:</span></strong> <span style="color:#333333;">September 29</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Relationship to the others:</span></strong> <span style="color:#333333;">Older cousin of Hana Soah, Amelie "LeeLee" Soo, and Wilhelmina</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Hobbies:</span></strong> <span style="color:#333333;">Surfing, relaxing, eating, modeling. </span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;">Here are some random shots taken since his arrival a week ago...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">Resin wig-head</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118607303602078994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4AGAPTtDfrrm-iQYuHo0gCtgHITDj-j3fUM8YkmPuMSol8R7qL6mZlK7ejeuaVd7DQVrIwDY4eFvXjOQP3jv9_m0JgNPP6MPgGLyFejlcs8GGbTPd6LwTNzEZ4IvqzrAQADuNQ/s400/456Mir_011.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Red Man</span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118607557005149490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXP2OGrgFYY1zBdhtlH95DNK77alsC3kKod2R9SxaEENnU-e9SdN81-zipzRqFa-7-e_Q4ncEfsOR6Kd2Errqq3E-C4FGWtVg_ss1_1xTEHYNlomOo6c1tWfC4qwLacWe2PilQQ/s400/456keored_007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Asian Pop Star</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118607445335999778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipk9DwFNyXi3ItmK1PYpsp0IwBaDQrpz9v2k-EBaX69tIuIGtdyUVHvAzcRaniUBIGAzJQCmIkRf7mEbXAgHq5sgdLjvnTOTLVogaNIQaU9gXjPU9rnNp67stLQe-whp9yq6pq4w/s400/456cowboykeo_010.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2a1doxes6vJTMCxuMMsncM31w3ktRFrrXh77JrUsXqHZ3Yez5vA-1Bm2K0FbP6bH9dLsUW81gKpbVN2KRq-zVCjarDV9lp_Yg8Q9zd7XmE4Dxf73Pem21pViGs_J196gzkM2LDw/s1600-h/456Mir_020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118603798908765394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2a1doxes6vJTMCxuMMsncM31w3ktRFrrXh77JrUsXqHZ3Yez5vA-1Bm2K0FbP6bH9dLsUW81gKpbVN2KRq-zVCjarDV9lp_Yg8Q9zd7XmE4Dxf73Pem21pViGs_J196gzkM2LDw/s400/456Mir_020.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Kfa8e645ihCyJQgW4XLf0d4XFYkPJip7tQgg6Lf8gVipZhDPRh2V_0Nn4RlX_SFJJHqo_R2YZujcrVOKdOJZNnXoIQijuvVqMUcMp7LcKdjZut9bJ6M4Q9uiPgvlJLBnnnbcDQ/s1600-h/456keored_007.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">~Tinooseus</span></strong>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-28412267389818547522007-09-15T21:41:00.000-06:002007-09-15T21:55:52.502-06:00Blue Velvet<div><div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>She wore blue velvet</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Bluer than velvet was the night</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Softer than satin was the light</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>From the stars</em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110644158883285122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxtQIxbO3vXgmuFPZu5bPY4I_zD99BOAj-Qek7i0wd4KPN-PoWkUW6jUmzfeGNm07mso7kDYLXZBUV_i_0GE73p4rj-r5PamxXBSLKMO_hd4xA5G-Tuhsak1vVk7S0VgY_xMPIA/s320/bluevelvet+029.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="color:#6666cc;">She wore blue velvet</span><br /></em><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Bluer than velvet were her eyes</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Warmer than May her tender sighs</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Love was ours</em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110644304912173202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2BtWuVb-ytvyUH_yzgRfhsdg67_lAnhqqgKIiDW1OcliYITiXstTBgpLxsa8POL-yNX_kQDJH-4_NWAEMJQoX0zKOtD8sYgSD9acLd9ElhzEetKYNgal9PHyWqF0FgySBOF-Ww/s320/bluevelvet+011.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Ours a love I held tightly</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Feeling the rapture grow</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Like a flame burning brightly</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>But when she left, gone was the glow of</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>Blue velvet</em></span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110644373631649954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MzItrr9qUzIUSb8gjGRSVK_UpbXM7y-ckY5CDc0zBsdkfkVpG5YmWuzk1bYSLPMWOuojXr3x_XGwaVD71QsOpuOLXfGKzqWTrhCF4qpvI0XsK357d8sqeOZMjcDIybKjS_zusQ/s320/bluevelvet+032.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><i></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">But in my heart there'll always be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Precious and warm, a memory</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Through the years</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">And I still can see blue velvet</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Through my tears</span></div></i></div><div align="center"><b><i><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110644450941061298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3UiJLzRad9_BW2MN2idaN1KFKqkUXx0rbvHkDbmCW4Q8nouhazyTQaJClQe-7g1tbzsvl8-WQa7TuF3E02Lx8Yr0aaMAmC-nDd5ID1MaoZUFwd7Q2vlmwSPtkWZwG7eAEIcO5w/s400/bluevelvet+036.jpg" border="0" />~Tinooseus<br /><div align="center"></b></i> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-39421502259848814712007-09-13T22:03:00.000-06:002007-09-13T22:10:31.745-06:00A Funny Post on the Zone of Zen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQf0durccl-RaEoYhmXNEgI2GvnOZOQYDecFUe1uZM0C54OIPX-KgLyqSStTvsFQq82Rpv5shJmS8_2ddROm9O3zjHDYT_J76vKvKw7FJzJxr2exQI9h8GHH88_sv47o-f5OpDg/s1600-h/sewing-machine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109906760243202130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQf0durccl-RaEoYhmXNEgI2GvnOZOQYDecFUe1uZM0C54OIPX-KgLyqSStTvsFQq82Rpv5shJmS8_2ddROm9O3zjHDYT_J76vKvKw7FJzJxr2exQI9h8GHH88_sv47o-f5OpDg/s320/sewing-machine.jpg" width="239" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">This one made me laugh out loud! Hope you enjoy it, too!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">~Tinooseus</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Zone of Zen</span></strong><br />Subject: BJD related frustration.<br />(Posted by Carol in NJ on September 13, 2007, 10:19 pm)<br /><br />Today I learned something new. I learned that the ladies and gents that sew for our resin kids earn every penny they charge. I also learned that circle skirts are not so easy to hem, and even harder to put a waistband on, especially if you are dumb enough to sew the back seam first. I also learned that sewing tissue paper thin fabric to a croched top...can really jam up a sewing machine. Another lesson I learned is that if you knock the container of straight pins off the table, you probably shouldn't walk around with bare feet. I learned that BJDs don't particularly like to be fit models. They kick and jerk and threaten to fall off the stands every time you try things on them. Mostly what I learned after 8 hours of frustration...is to spend the money and buy the outfits. I'm going to e-bay...see you all later.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photo from www.ktinnovate.com</span>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-11227979548874195232007-07-12T17:01:00.000-06:002007-07-12T17:11:33.816-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIkH2zUzjPhmKXwqhy-Ld4JTArDyx6Oc6Asg-8x3o86HZrYtXWFwGL0vYz1ybT0RsQVaTdqpsok5j9FiOgUKZHy3nwX3dV4HXXtrHhSnE7ZVbFTVjAdsjfuCwZQkEBPjHo0r4FA/s1600-h/456IMG_9190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086450067915597570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIkH2zUzjPhmKXwqhy-Ld4JTArDyx6Oc6Asg-8x3o86HZrYtXWFwGL0vYz1ybT0RsQVaTdqpsok5j9FiOgUKZHy3nwX3dV4HXXtrHhSnE7ZVbFTVjAdsjfuCwZQkEBPjHo0r4FA/s320/456IMG_9190.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"><strong>Happy Birthday, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"><strong>Dear Wilhelmina Faith!</strong></span><br /><br />Today is my Mina's first birthday with me. She came to Denver on July 12, 2006. So I created my first movie to celebrate. No music, though. I'm still trying to figure that one out!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>~Tinooseus</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='280' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPbRpfqoi5qk0UT40f2WRSmuMiqmlC9Y10T_iOq_BlRqHzP1741Xg6Wh9eEBOMXEpsSEz8-MAX9QY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-1168093381040337612007-01-06T06:52:00.000-07:002007-01-06T10:45:43.946-07:00Charlie and Bongie NutOh the joys of instant bonding and fast friendships! On January 2, 2007 Bongie Nut (Bong Sun Hwa) came home. She tried to talk me into bringing home a sister for her to play with (Elfdoll Min Del Re), but alas, money does NOT grow on trees. Bongie Nut is a handful. She has too much energy and is constantly chattering and eating and just sometimes being a pain. A <em>beloved </em>pain to be sure, but a pain. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/228624/456TonnerConvention06_164.jpg" border="0" />The very next day, my Dollstown Lucille head came in the mail. She's borrowing Yuliya's body for now, but when I put it all together, Celia "Charlie" Louise came to life! Charlie is a tomboy. She's played with boys all her life and loves nothing more than playing the drums, rough-housing, snowboarding, gaming, and graphic novels. She blends right in with her crew. On the other hand, she's right at that point of blooming into <em>womanhood</em>, and secretly finds herself fascinated by girly things more and more often.<br /><br />Now, Bongie is not exactly a girly thing-- and she's definitely more than just a doll. She has feelings, she's mischevious, and she's stubborn. There was an instant reaction between Charlie and Bongie and no one knew where this was heading.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/787485/lucille%20020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/891578/lucille%20020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/589556/lucille%20024.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/509391/lucille%20024.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><span style="font-size:78%;"><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/141322/charlienbongie%20011.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/681919/charlienbongie%20011.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bongie Nut: NOOOOoOOo!!!!</span> </span></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/622155/456charlienbongie_009.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/828545/456charlienbongie_009.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/141322/charlienbongie%20011.jpg"></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/622155/456charlienbongie_009.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/622155/456charlienbongie_009.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/658455/456charlienbongie_010.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/435390/456charlienbongie_010.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/658455/456charlienbongie_010.jpg"></a></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Bongie: Uh! Grunt...</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/8348/456charlienbongie_031.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/131250/456charlienbongie_031.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/8348/456charlienbongie_031.jpg"></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/8348/456charlienbongie_031.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/8348/456charlienbongie_031.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/797794/456charlienbongie_032.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/733683/456charlienbongie_032.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/943625/456charlienbongie_023.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/268915/456charlienbongie_023.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/8348/456charlienbongie_031.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/347538/456charlienbongie_015.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/434101/456charlienbongie_015.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/120110/456charlienbongie_020.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/393871/456charlienbongie_034.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/764827/456charlienbongie_034.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/120110/456charlienbongie_020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/451450/456charlienbongie_020.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/496276/456charlienbongie_030.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/851717/456charlienbongie_030.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/496276/456charlienbongie_030.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/664545/456charlienbongie_026.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/119125/456charlienbongie_026.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Bongie: Heh-hey, Charlie?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Charlie: What?</span></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/241819/456charlienbongie_042.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/133850/456charlienbongie_042.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/658092/456charlienbongie_013.jpg"></a></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Bongie: High-Five!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/178376/456charlienbongie_017.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/688786/456charlienbongie_017.jpg" border="0" /></a>Thankfully, both parties "checked out" and a strong bond has been formed. <em><strong>Charlie and Bongie-- pals for life</strong></em>.<br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>~Tinooseus <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/658092/456charlienbongie_013.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/738241/456charlienbongie_013.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/658092/456charlienbongie_013.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-1167930464274727662007-01-04T09:55:00.000-07:002007-01-04T10:12:28.553-07:00<div align="left">This incredibly touching poem was posted on the Den of Angels on 1/4/07, 5:25a.m. I totally get it...<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">[what they've meant to me]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">by starfall</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">Placerville, CA</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">they were my voices.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">the voices of a child, maybe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">their purpose clothed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">in expensive shoes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">lacy dresses,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">ridiculous props.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">but they were my speech</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">when words had failed me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">and they were my loves</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">when love seemed not worth keeping.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">you see, I had given it up.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">that living game.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I had a paycheck</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I had a home</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">but in the distance between</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">my two destinations</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I could find no good reason</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">to keep putting one foot in front of the other.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">in the faces</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">that should have kept me walking</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I somehow could only find</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">shadows of anger</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">and a disgust</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">at their joy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">so, I invented it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I left this world</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">not by knife or pill or cliff</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">but by another road:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">when I was little, they called it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">make-believe.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">as a bigger person, I called it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">a better place.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">and in faces sculpted by two artists</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">one, a talented hand and careful tool,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">the second</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">only a desperate mind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I split my hurts into personality.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">this is Mischa:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">he does not trust you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">this is Viola:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">she cannot be trusted.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Chie, who was betrayed;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Hazel, who fought back, and was punished</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">Cherian, who sought forgiveness for his sins</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">India, whose sins were beyond forgiveness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">and me, the housemother,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">who gathered them up</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">in an attempt to reconcile all </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">these broken selves</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">into a single story.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">how many hours, days, dollars</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">did I spend? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I could not tell you;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I do not want to.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">you would not think</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">they were worth it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">you would not.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">but they were.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">you see, it was not about the names</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">or the clothes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">wigs</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">shoes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">dollars</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">hours</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">wasted or well spent.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">it was that</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">in the shape of their</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">fingernails</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">eye sockets</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">toes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">I found humanity.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">not theirs.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">mine.</span></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/600248/starfall.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">***</div><p align="center">~Tinooseus</p>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-1166935331593686862006-12-23T20:45:00.000-07:002006-12-23T21:42:11.656-07:00Final Installment of Storm Pictures...<strong><u><span style="color:#3333ff;">A Sunny Day at Mom & Dad's House</span></u></strong><br /><strong><u></u></strong><br /><em>December 22, 2006</em><br /><div align="justify">I finally busted out of my apartment today and made my way to my parents' house. It was so hard to get there, took about an hour and a half--most of the time spent climbing and walking over and through snow and ice. I mean, there was SOOO much snow to navigate! At once point, I crossed a very busy street near my place (Colfax Ave). They've plowed that street, and on the other side, there was this huge hill that I thought was the plowed snow pushed to the side, which is usually very firm and can bear weight. In order to get completely over to the other side of Colfax, I had to climb over this wall of snow and ice, but as soon as I started down on the other side of it, horrors of horrors I realized that it was a DRIFT! And I sunk to mid thigh, and then toppled over! I was just flailing around and I could NOT stand up! I would start to get up and lose my footing from one side and then the other, and at one point almost went splat on my face! I started giggling and squeaking (and gasping for breath) because it was so cold and so ridiculous. All these cars started honking at me as they went by (I wasn't in the street-- I'm pretty sure that they were laughing at me). Anyway, when I finally managed to stand up I had snow up my pants and up my sleeves and down my neck, and I was just a mess! It was SOOOOOO cold! </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Here are some pics I took at my mom and dad's place. The Backyard looking toward the alley where my dad's car got stuck (we spent part of the day digging his car out and my brother drove my dad's car back into the carport:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/779256/momndad%20002.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The backyard facing my parents' house (isn't the sky GORGEOUS??!!): <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/27850/momndad%20010.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify">and facing the neighbor's house on the right-- just LOOK how high the snow is on the gate!<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/517775/momndad%20003.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The alley facing south-- the building the the very far back of the picture with all the windows is the dorms where I lived when I was in music school! See-- how sad. For college, I didn't even make it out of the neighborhood! But that's another story, so never mind!<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/931722/momndad%20013.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My mother is busy scraping off my dad's car (with absolutely no regard for what she might have been doing to the finish-- she used an old broom and a GARDEN HOE to scrape and brush snow off of it...eeek! Think my dad might be mad when he sees what she's done! But <em>we're </em>not telling!):<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/362068/momndad%20012.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The wind was blowing VERY hard during the blizzard and created this weird and neat "wave" in the carport overnight:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/131263/momndad%20016.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My mom worried that there might be a body under there, but we reassured her that it was just snow. An artistic closeup of that thing in the carport! It was actually very beautiful and I couldn't stop looking at it: <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/653611/momndad%20015.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"><br />Anyway, you know how kids always want to help you do whatever it is that you're doing, but they really create a bigger mess and more work when they do? Well, here's my niece showing up for the family effort to dig my dad's car out:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/67644/momndad%20018.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">She basically pelted us with snowballs, threw herself onto the snow and floundered around, and packed it all down by running back and forth all over the place (making it harder to shovel, lol!):<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/462676/momndad%20020.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">She's awfully cute, though, so I couldn't stay mad even though she re-distributed snow all over the 8X6 feet space I shoveled out... Kids!<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/550453/momndad%20022.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyway, after all that hard work, we siblings decided to go catch a bus downtown (there was no way we were going to be able to get a car out of the alley with all that snow!).<br />A house on the way to the bus stop:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/855495/momndad%20025.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Check out how deep the drifts were at the bus stop. No place to stand but ON the bench!<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/357910/momndad%20026.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">(that's my brother, my niece, and my sister)</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Downtown, we ate at Mici, a "handcrafed Italian" eatery (which has this intoxicating scent of rising dough and baked bread and garlic-- yum!). Here's the outside of Mici: <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/522526/momndad%20031.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Naturally, we ate INSIDE...Artsy-fartsy shot-- I love seeing how snow distributes itself!<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/659141/momndad%20032.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Looking west on Downtown Denver's 16th Street Mall:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/739729/momndad%20036.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Not a lot of people out and about. Or maybe they all just went to the INDOOR malls, like Cherry Creek or Park Meadows...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Looking east at a cool building behind a lighted tree:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/23289/momndad%20033.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyway, getting home was hard. We decided to head back around 3:45-4:oopm. Normally, I would have reminded my brother how to get home on one of the buses (it's been more than a decade since he's riddent the bus, possibly longer!), and then taken a different one home myself. But he wasn't feeling well and was very sleepy, to boot. I decided that I better get him all the way to our folks' house and then just run across the street to catch another bus home (they pass by near the same time). Unfortunately, I forgot that our bus was late and the bus I wanted to be on had already passed about 5 minutes earlier AND the buses were on a Sunday schedule. Which meant that the next one wasn't coming for an hour. Fortunately, I didn't remember all that until about 40 minutes into my wait. Then it got dark, I got cold and anxious, and the bus was late and packed. I fought my way back through the uncharted snow in front of East High School, climbed back across Colfax Avenue, and trudged on home for another 3 blocks from there. I was so tired when I finally got home. It took me about 2 hours altogether. But the nice thing is, I discovered icicles all over my little "porch." I may not have even noticed them if I didn't have to fumble around for my keys with one hand while holding on to the metal railing with the other. I grabbed my camera and took some pictures. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">These two that I like especially well:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/665046/momndad%20039.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">above is without flash...below is with flash, AND extreme closeup to boot! Very cool, huh?! </div><div align="justify"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/900586/momndad%20059.jpg" border="0" /><br />On a final note, I've been thinking about how thankful I am for the gift of a White Christmas, lots of snow, the delight on my niece's face over said snow, and for all for the extra days off from work! Most of all, I'm thankful that God has created such a beautiful world for us to live in. I hope that you all find a moment or two to stop and really see the wonders of this Christmas season.</div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Merry Christmas</strong>,</span><span style="color:#000000;"> </span>everyone! May you be surrounded by the love and laughter of family and friends, and may you experience the profound peace and joy of the Savior!</div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>In Him,</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>Tinooseus</strong></span></em></div>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-1166930983379039562006-12-23T20:15:00.000-07:002006-12-23T20:45:26.600-07:00A Few Intermittent Photos of the Storm<strong><span style="color:#333333;">The Desperate Boredom of an On-going Blizzard & Living Alone...</span></strong><br /><br />I took these on day 2 of the storm right when the snow started to slow down. I was getting very sleepy and sluggish from looking at all that white... but I couldn't stop taking pictures. I finally figured out to put on some music while I examined my photos and uploaded them into my online album. It was a perfect moment in time-- I was listening to English classical guitarist Paul Galbraith's ethereal version of Bach's Ciaconna (Chaconne) from Partita No. 2, BWV 1004, in E minor...<br /><br /><p></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/105084/06stormday2%20064.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/871073/06stormday2%20066.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/43724/06stormday2%20067.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Quietly yours,</p><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"><em>Tinooseus</em><br /></span></p>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-1166929918265261922006-12-23T19:15:00.000-07:002006-12-23T20:15:43.130-07:00Day Two of the Blizzard of 2006...<p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/511671/06stormday2%20050.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/700513/06stormday2%20050.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#333333;">The view from my window...</span></span><br /><br /><u><em>December 21, 2006<br /></em></u>Snowed in! No work! What a happy day this was! I woke up early in the morning so I could take pictures before any of the locals could strap on some snowshoes or skis and mar the clean blanket of snow that covered our city. It was still dark, but I managed to get some pretty nice shots as I quietly and carefully made my way to the front of the house to see what had happened while I slept through the night.<br /><br />First of all, take a gander at my living room windows-- you can see the snow had really started to pile up on the roof-- I couldn't take a good shot of the view outside the window because all that blinding white-on-white does not give my camera much to auto-focus on...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/464381/06stormday2%20042.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/193971/06stormday2%20042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I didn't even bother to try to navigage the stairs. After taking these pics, I just swept the snow off as I gingerly walked down the icy metal steps. Taking a diver into the concrete below would hurt despite the 2+ feet drifts--better safe than sorry! <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/528481/06stormday2%20002.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/728516/06stormday2%20002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/54662/06stormday2%20009.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/429365/06stormday2%20009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My bike...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/2977/06stormday2%20031.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/675765/06stormday2%20031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The yard...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/435235/06stormday2%20007.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/291507/06stormday2%20007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...and the latest view of those hootin' mushroom chairs from yesterday, lol!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/72781/06stormday2%20003.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/396213/06stormday2%20003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was so hard to get the front gate open! <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/99561/06stormday2%20015.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/314144/06stormday2%20015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/972856/06stormday2%20014.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/374530/06stormday2%20014.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/218669/06stormday2%20014.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/218669/06stormday2%20014.jpg"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Love how pretty the falling snow looks!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br />I didn't try to get the back gate open because the drifts back there was about 4 or 5 feet high. Plus, I thought it'd be nice to leave my downstair neighbors a little untouched and pristine snow to play in when they got up, lol! Here is the shot that I took from my steps--I could look down and over the fence that way: <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/914562/06stormday2%20037.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/726478/06stormday2%20037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uh...this is my bus stop. I guess I'm really glad there's no work today!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/506198/06stormday2%20023.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/607254/06stormday2%20023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Standing on the front porch of the house, looking across the street at a buried car:<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/658896/06stormday2%20016.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/349004/06stormday2%20016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/683088/06stormday2%20028.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/39408/06stormday2%20028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's a pretty shot of the fence:<br /><br /><br /><br />Ok... I was starting to wish that I could go somewhere, like to my parents' house to play with my niece! It's kind of sad and lonely to be snowed in all by yourself. Not even a friendly neighbor to spend an afternoon with... And it's so quiet around here-- I think I want some of the hysterical chaos which is ALWAYS going on at my parents' house when my brother comes home for a visit. TVs blaring, mom yelling in Japanese in the kitchen, my niece shrieking to be heard above it all, my dad cranking HIS tv up in his bedroom so he can hear the game, my brother talking to one of us or on the phone in his deep, booming voice, me trying to get my niece to sing Aggalina-Haggalina* with me, my sister trying to talk to my brother or just staring in shock and awe at all of us (probably has her hearing aids cranked down, lol!)<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">~Tinooseus</span></strong> </p><br />*<em>Aggalina-Haggalina</em> was a song that I learned in the 2nd grade that I've never forgotten. It goes like this:<br /><br />Aggalina-Haggalina Oka-Poka-Woka-Toka-Ocka-Tocka-Wocka was her name!<br /><br />She had two eyes in the middle of her head-<br />One was green and the other one red!<br /><br />Aggalina-Haggalina Oka-Poka-Woka-Toka-Ocka-Tocka-Wocka was her name!<br /><br />She had two teeth in the middle of her mouth-<br />One pointed north and the other one south!<br /><br />Aggalina-Haggalina Oka-Poka-Woka-Toka-Ocka-Tocka-Wocka was her name!<br /><br />She had two hairs in the middle of her head-<br />One was alive and the other one dead!<br /><br />Aggalina-Haggalina Oka-Poka-Woka-Toka-Ocka-Tocka-Wocka was her name!<br /><br />A big red truck hit Aggaline (howl)--<br />So the man had to buy a new machine!Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-1166669844745502522006-12-20T18:56:00.000-07:002006-12-20T19:57:24.806-07:00'Twas Four Days Before Christmas...<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/250697/snowday%20008.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/400/863555/snowday%20008.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">The view outside my living room window...<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Oh how I love it when it snows like this in Denver! I honestly cannot remember the last time we had fresh snow just in time for Christmas; I can't remember the last time snow felt this pure and magical, or the last time a steaming cup of tea was so deeply satisfying! Here's the progression of the Blizzard of 2006 (presumptuous, maybe, but I'm 99% sure that's what they're going to call this storm) so far:<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/786635/snowday%20010.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/60817/snowday%20010.jpg" border="0" /></a>Around 1:30 in the afternoon, it was really coming down, but the snow wasn't really that deep around here-- about above the ankles and higher in some places. It was the wind, really, that made it almost unbearable to keep my eyes open while I was outside. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">I love the gum-drop appearance of the chairs:</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/516226/snowday%20017.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/3372/snowday%20017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Around 4 in the evening, the drifts were really started to rise against my windows. Looking outside made me feel a little bit like Half Pint in <em>Little House in the Big Woods. </em>Whatever was going on outside, I felt safe and warm inside my tiny apartment. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Scene from my side-yard.</span><br /><br />Around 6:30 in the evening-- I went across the street to find out why <em>Papa's Grocery</em> was still open! (Cuz they're making a killing, lol! A lot of folks feel the need to stock up before hunkering down in their homes to wait out the storm...) <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/955676/snowday%20021.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/962572/snowday%20021.jpg" border="0" /></a>The atmosphere in the store was very cheery -- very damp, humid, messy, and full of laughter and silly snow puns and jokes. Sean and Stephanie, the owners, are just so full of fun and cheer despite the long drive home on treacherous roads that they'll have to face when they finally close up for the night.</div><div align="justify"><br />A couple of grown people were goofing around in the snow, their giggles both amplified and slightly muffled by the huge mounds of new snow in the eerily empty streets. There is no traffic down 12th Avenue, and I can almost see all the way down to Colorado Blvd to the east and Cheesman Park to the west. I walked as carefully as I could down my metal stairs so I could take pictures. I took several shots before I finally realized that there was enough light reflecting off the snow to turn the flash off. In doing so, I captured this image of my stairs: <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/974557/snowday%20028.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/83544/snowday%20028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Once I was across the street, I decided to take a picture of the house that I live in (well, technically I live in the upstairs portion). See the colored Christmas lights in the twin windows? That's my place! It looks cold, but it's very toasty inside. I hope we get another day off tomorrow-- it'd be the perfect opportunity to sew, take photos, and set up a new doll display or two...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/317613/snowday%20024.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/887363/snowday%20024.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/317613/snowday%20024.jpg"></a></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/317613/snowday%20024.jpg"></a></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/317613/snowday%20024.jpg"></a></p><p align="justify"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/93252/snowday%20028.jpg"></a><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#333399;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Snow Day!<br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">~Tinooseus</span></em><br /></span></strong><br /></p>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20900554.post-1165519863468336792006-12-07T12:14:00.000-07:002006-12-07T12:31:03.486-07:00Hana Soah and the Christmas Harp<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/670755/456wendymeetup_236.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/171562/456wendymeetup_208.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>W</strong></span>endy, our COBJD Meetup hostess, has a beautiful home full of harps and wide open spaces. After glancing up at the angels and gargoyles near the vaulted ceilings, the pure tones of Bach's Prelude in C-major began to fill Hana Soah's head. She sat down at one of the many harps in the house and <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/647435/456wendymeetup_209.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/248639/456wendymeetup_209.jpg" border="0" /></a>began to play... <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/670446/456wendymeetup_236.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/297432/456wendymeetup_236.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/920568/456wendymeetup_249.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/71065/456wendymeetup_228.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/269899/456wendymeetup_228.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/823294/456wendymeetup_216.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/720374/456wendymeetup_216.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/1600/589632/456wendymeetup_233.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7220/2106/320/716510/456wendymeetup_233.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br />Elfdoll makes these hands, called Optional Fist Hands, and they are just so amazing, so beautifully sculpted. I hope he sculpts many more for these amazing dolls!<br /><br />Merry Christmas, Everyone!<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000066;">~Tinooseus</span></em></strong>Tinoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00726068141045404463noreply@blogger.com1