I am possibly – heck not even probably, we are talking certainly here, the ONLY sixty year old to tell a seven year old, on Christmas day,
“Yeah, but I got a wand and you didn’t!”
In my defense, I will say that I did not stick my tongue out at her and I let her help me open the coolest present I have ever gotten, nay, anyone has ever gotten, in the whole wide world.
Master’s Daughter always gives the most thought out, greatest gifts. She has reached an all time high this year. She would have to give me Viggo Mortensen next year to even come close.
The first gift I opened from her would have been noteworthy on its own. I grew up with a clock that belonged to my Maternal Grandmother. It was the neatest clock and I just loved it. I have it, in fact, but it no longer works and when husband tried to get it repaired, he was told that the mechanism was no longer made and could not be fixed.
First, I opened a box with a working clock just like my grandmothers; complete with flickering fireplace, clock and rocking grandmother. It all works too. I cried. I really did. It was something I never could have expected. Master’s Daughter suggested that I take the works from the new clock and put them in the old clock, but the gift is just as special as the old clock, so I will put the new clock out in its place.
And, as if that wasn’t enough. I got the best gift in the world next. Since I had already cried once, I held that in and started laughing so hard, that I had tears in my eyes. I was overcome with happiness.
It started with an antique trunk/chest.
The top tray had a cover on it and a letter lay on top,
from Minerva McGonagall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And, of course, it included a list of the “necessary books and equipment.”
She had filled the trunk with all sorts of goodies needed to attend Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The tray held supplies for potion making. I have floo powder, Gillyweed, and Pollyjuice potion. As Master’s Daughter pointed out, all I need is a few strands of Viggo Mortensen’s hair.
I have a plant to grow for herbology, a map of Hogsmead, a knitted hat and sock for my own personal elf, and S.P.E.W. badge, of course.
When I lifted the tray, I had books: The Government Manual for New Wizards, the Tales of Beedle the Bard (which I had put off buying) and the British version of the two book set of Quidditch and Magical Beasts. I also have the Monster Book of Monsters and when you pull out it’s tongue it shivers, and I have a cauldron.
As if that wasn’t a special enough gift, I also have a wand and a time turner.What more could a woman want??
How about a partially knitted Griffyndor Scarf? Is it any wonder she didn’t have time to finish it? She offered to keep working on it but I will have the pleasure of finishing it myself.
I must go now. I am studying for my five book, thirty page, O.W.L. Exams, incuded in my chest.
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To all you stalkers out there
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There are two people in our family who are just so funny that you love to be around them and often the comment is heard, “if we could get Sharon and Carol together one day, we would die from laughter.”
Sharon lives in Indiana and Carol in Wisconsin, so it has not happened yet, but Sharon has begun blogging. She was shamed into it really by a couple of bloggers, okay, me and her friend. She tried her hand, Just who are you people? « Braindebris’s Weblog, and was (as we suspected) hysterical. She is one of ‘those’ people, who if she wrote regularly enough would be publishing a book. She is that funny, just check out the The Immortal Rabbit « Braindebris’s Weblog if you want to split a gut.
She took a long break from blogging, much to our disgust, and is back now on a weekly blog schedule. You would think she has a life or something! She also mentioned it takes a good hour to put a blog post together. Who knew!
So, this morning, I checked how her weekend was and she brought up the often mysterious workings of the blogosphere and the people who take the time to read your blog but rarely write comments.
My readership is not huge, it has dropped since I have gotten less regular in posting. However, in the beginning, when my readership would hit 1,000 for the month, I never had commenters, other than one. There were 999 people out there lurking. XUP always comments, all the way from Canada. Aren’t you ashamed fellow Americans? I have to get comments from Canada. Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom often commented, but I have been really remiss commenting on their blog lately. Don’t you love that name though!
I have also been blogging a bit less lately myself, as I work on my eternal update to my website. I feel like one of those people on the commercial, staring wide eyes, pupils dilated from staring at the screen, mind numb … anyway, you get the not pretty picture. I only have one section left to go on the website and am soooo look forward to it being done.
This morning, here is a copy my monthly stats. Notice the slow decline.
So, I checked Search terms.
“no blood for oil Viggo” – as in Viggo Mortensen, no surprise there. Half of my readership is searching for “Viggo” – Talk about stalkers!
“Worms …” – EUWWW! especially when in the house.
“actor with low ears” – Okay, is this person casting a movie? I have written about actors, and I have written a post due to the lovely commercial based on the old song “do your ears hang low. ” But, I have NEVER written about an actor with low ears. I am not even sure why you would want to find an actor with low ears.
In an effort to raise my stats, I realize that I have three sure winners:
Okay, Viggo Mortensen is hot and I do understand the fascination. He keeps his private life mysterious and he’s hot and he likes dark chocolate and he’s hot. What more could you want? The only thing is, I do not actually know Mr. Mortensen (I love his name by the way— Viggo Mortensen—-it’s lyrical. This is coming from someone named VanVleck. Not so lyrical.
So, I shall now vow to make more of an effort to review movies about Viggo Mortensen and you, my kind readers (numbers 13 to 30 and occasionally 1,000) shall occasionally drop me a line to let me know what you like, or do not like, on my blog.
Oh, and I will try not to be a stalker myself.
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