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I love that chameleons are so fucking weird that an actual toy could be mistaken for the real thing. It helps that this particular toy is AWESOME.

panther chameleon plushies!!!

based on the Amilobe locality of Furcifer pardalis

magnetic little hands for to grab things

soft

funny eyes

doesn´t need high humidty or complex care!

teddy joints for to move their little legs

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adopt one from my bog

barks-bog.com

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Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?

Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.

Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?

Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.

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If you said yes to the first 3 please explain in the tags what animal it was and what was the damage

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Second Position

I’ve been standing wrong for decades. One of the first things you learn in ballet (and lots of other dance styles, too) is how to stand. First position, heels together, toes pointed outward. Second position, heels shoulder width apart, toes pointed outward. Third position, one foot in front of the other, toes pointed outward, heel of front foot touching the instep of the back foot. Fourth…

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There's No Wandering In My Wanderings Anymore

There’s No Wandering In My Wanderings Anymore

One of the things I miss about traveling is the ability to get up from my gate and just wander through the airport shops. I mean, I could totally spend a few spoons wobbling away from my gate just to gawp at the overpriced wares that I’m not likely to buy anyways. But I can never tell if I might need that energy at the end of my journey, and that’s something I have to weigh carefully. And then…

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Mindful Journey: Week 1. Ish

Mindful Journey: Week 1. Ish

My pain therapist gives me homework. And boy do I have a mental block about that. I’m supposed to be keeping track of the yoga practices he’s prescribed, but it is so hard just to find the time to actually *do* the practices. The kids have been home from school for the past two weeks, I’ve been preparing for Yule, and then having Yule and then cleaning up from Yule, and then swapping out the…

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someone in the UK threw eggs at Charles and was arrested and has been banned from openly carrying eggs in public and has since been sent death threats but their statement on the matter was so fucking good

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I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

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A New Day, A New Doctor

A New Day, A New Doctor

It’s always weird getting to know a new doctor. There is so much wrong with me, so many different diagnoses, so many weird issues, that talking with a new doctor can feel like a lot. I have pain, I have depression, I have migraines, I have nightmares, I have eczema, I have asthma, I have, I have, I have… Getting a whole history in within the 50 minute time frame feels like trying to help someone…

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A Little Unsteady

  It’s not that I don’t know when I’ve over extended myself. It’s just that I would rather pretend everything is perfectly normal right up until everything isn’t. Moose knows my limits. He knows the signs that I have pushed myself too hard and he presses me to admit that if I don’t stop, rest, slow down, let people help me, that I will start showing those signs.   I hate that I stutter. Years…

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A Cajun in Cascadia: Strands of Amethyst

A Cajun in Cascadia: Strands of Amethyst

  About 9 months before the start of the pandemic, I did something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. I went and got my hair professionally dyed. I’d had a friend dye my hair blue before and I’d dyed my own hair a variety of theoretically natural colors for years. For this time, I chose to go with the colors of my children’s birthstone. Purple for Acorn and blue for P’Khan. I figured I’d…

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A Cajun in Cascadia: Dashing Through the Snow

A Cajun in Cascadia: Dashing Through the Snow

So, Acorn tested positive for COVID. We knew it was going to happen to one of the kids sometime, especially since we started them at school. She dealt with the isolation mostly okay, but we could tell that she was going to need some extra special love once she was out of quarantine. So we took the kids snow tubing. Acorn in rainbows. You’d think I color coordinated this outfit, but I totally…

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A Cajun in Cascadia: Halloween 2021

We now live in a neighborhood where Trick or Treating is more than just a few kids from the street making a loop. Moose took the kids out and they made a pretty big loop of the neighborhood before getting tired and coming home. I loved opening the door on teenagers just seconds before they ring the bell, probably giving them the only genuine scare of the night. There was tweenager dressed as a…

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A Cajun in Cascadia: Packed In Tight

A Cajun in Cascadia: Packed In Tight

The pod we packed in Texas was filled to the brim. Every nook and niche filled with the things that we felt we couldn’t replace. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, end to end. I’m starting to feel sympathy for our stuff. It has been 48 days in this little AirBnB. 48 days of wondering which box the thing we need has been packed in. 48 days of tumbling over each other as we move from one tiny room to…

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A Cajun In Cascadia: And You, Brutus?

On the first night of my trip to Wyoming, Moose called with some bad news. The cats had gotten out. And while Parker and Lil’bit had come running at the shaking of the treat bag, Brutus had not. So there I sat, in the basement of a strange house, on a couch made up as a bed, 800 miles away, making kissy noises into my phone so that my big, stupid cat would come back. Brutus was a street cat. He…

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My Other Other Mother

The drive from Afton, Wyoming to Jackson, Wyoming is 1 hour and 27 minutes. 70 miles on a highway that is mostly two lanes with the occasional passing lane to let faster traffic blow by. Such a drive would be tedious in Texas. But here, it’s beautiful. Breathtaking, towering mountains surround the highway on either side. Rise and falls of greens so multitudinous that they can overwhelm the…