Recently, due to Arctic Blast 2007 (i.e. a quarter-inch of sleet upon these Dallas roadways), a much-anticipated night of drinking, fooling around and Sopranos was nixed. Did I sulk? Well, hell yes, I did. And then I did some more. But after that, pouting began to bore me and I hit upon a mission: I was gonna make a goddamn sock monkey. Why the flip did this occur to me? Well, I'd talked it up for many years, seeing as how my grandmother gave me one when I was six or seven and it was subsequently so cherished and frequently hugged that the tail developed a hole at the end. As it turns out, my friends listen to me on occasion, so I was gifted with this kit at Christmastime this year. Though my original hosiery simian was far more tricked out than this one, with a red gingham dress and hat that had lace trim, this nostalgia-fueled, red felt vested ape would do nicely on a blustery, pissy winter's night . Besides, the original mon-chi-chi was lost. Generally speaking, I'm n
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"In Celtic astrology, you're an Alder. The animal symbol that accompanies this tree is the fox. The ancient Druids say Alder people are courageous, adventurous, charming, energetic and self-reliant. However, Alders may be prone to impetuousness and too much risk-taking; they may also need to work on their diplomacy skills."
Hazel was my #4.
Okay...I just made that up.
I wish I was the redwood. ;)
Steve~
I think the Alder is a really sacred tree, Violet. Or at least it seems like I read that somewhere.
So does that mean you want to be the biggest, or oldest living thing, Steve?