Posterior; bum; bottom, duff; fanny; ass; buns; hinterlands; cooler; seat; saddle; rear end; keister; rump; funky trunky; derriere; moon; caboose; booty; hamhocks, tookis….
I didn’t intend to have a heinie-laden post, but…(sorry)…it kinda turned out that way.
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Department Of Holiday Surprises
Dateline: Saturday 12/14. BO’M, an artist who lives in Bend (Oregon), made my day. IMHO, this is what the internet is for: friends who surmise that I take a certain appreciation in the crossroads of art and nature/life can – and do – send moiself links like this:
Be honest with yourself: you know you’re going to click on that link.
Here’s a sneak preview of Buttshrooms ® available for your viewing pleasure:
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Department Of, And By More, We Mean:
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Department Of Questions Best Left Unanswered
Why is it that I want to put Santa hats on all of the Buttshrooms?
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Department Of An Old Award I Have Yet To Bestow This Year
I stopped giving out The Asshat Award ® a couple of years ago, as moiself had tired of even thinking about the Usual Suspects for whom it would be appropriate (read: #45, and all of those GOP congressclowns members who abet him). Besides, I’ve not enough hats to cover all of those asses.
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Department Of Good News
The rest of the blog will be butt-free.
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Department Of Improving Upon Tradition
What to put atop the tree this year? Previous year’s tree toppings have gone missing or got broken. Amazing lightbulb/aha moment to the rescue: why put a star, or anything else on top of your tree, when you can have a Santa Pigeon riding an ostrich?
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Department of Epicurean Excursion 
Featuring this week’s cookbook, author and recipe:
The Oh She Glows Cookbook, by Angela Liddon
Recipe: Marinated Balsamic, Maple & Garlic Tempeh
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Recipe Rating Refresher 
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Department Of Not Complaining About My Birthday
I thought I’d set up my Facebook account so as not to reveal my birthday; I don’t care for prompts I receive from FB to remember someone else’s “special day,” and would rather have any greetings to me to be spontaneous (if not sincere). However, as MH pointed out, I outed moiself by posting the birthday hat flamingo pictures.  And the FB greetings I ended up receiving? This Scrooge found them touching.
I had a good birthday…which, in the past few years, has not been the norm for moiself. As my birthday approaches, and on the day itself, I’ve tended to feel… not depressed, but somewhat grumpy…especially when I hear that John Lennon/Yoko Ono song, Happy Christmas/War Is Over (aka, “And So This Is Christmas”). Nothing like wealthy, respected and influential musicians to remind you about the passage of time and the fact that you didn’t accomplish what you meant to:
♫ So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over…. ♫
It has been a hectic week, filled with tasks and obligations large and small (including a mammogram and annual physical exam, and if that doesn’t say Holiday Fun ® I don’t know what does), and it began with Monday. My birthday turned out to be a good day filled with the kind of low-key pleasures that reminded me of my father’s motto:
These are the good times.
The good times began in the early morning, coming downstairs to see presents from MH and son K (and espying the aforementioned flamingos through the windows). The fun continued in my 9 am yoga class when I played the birthday card and asked the teacher if, for my Special Day, ® she’d consider leading the class through some opening postures which would enable us to try Svarga Dvijasana or Bird of Paradise pose. I hadn’t done Bird of Paradise in over eight years; I never could do the full expression (the extended leg version) of the asana, but remember always feeling triumphant when I was able to get to the standing part, holding my leg and giggling, alone in my room with only my yoga DVD instructor as company. The teacher graciously obliged; the rest of the class was game if skeptical at first, and we were all treated to the sight of one younger (well, duh) woman, whose mat was right in front of mine, who did a beautiful, stunning version of the pose.
Afterward, I went out with yoga buddies for tea/coffee, then returned home to finish loading up two vehicles with son K’s belongings. Yep, packing & toting boxes and furniture was actually an enjoyable activity – it enabled MH and I to meet up with K after work and help him move into his new digs (closing date and keys handed over on my birthday!), after which we got dinner at a Fun Place ® just two minutes’ walking distance from K’s condo.
By the end of the day I felt the simple joy of contentment, even as the pressures of the coming days and tasks loomed. I am feeling hopeful for the coming year: 2020; a new decade; a new start for friends seeking to make radical, life-affirming changes; new political leadership and healing for our nation…. And no matter what else happens, at least it will be buh-bye to 2019, a year which (I assume) was full of good things for many folks but which brought excruciating loss and ongoing heartache for several dear friends.
Also, for the first time since I was – what, a toddler? – nobody asked me my age. Had anyone done so I was prepared to tell them that the two numbers indicating my age, when added, equal one of my favorite numbers: nine.
And if your first thought after reading that was, “Oh, so she’s forty-five?” ….
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Department Of The Partridge Of The Week
It’s that time of the year again. As has become a tradition much maligned anticipated in our neighborhood, moiself will be hosting a different Partridge, every week, in my front yard.  Can you guess this week’s guest Partridge?
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May you appreciate the beauty in another person’s yoga pose
(even if you can’t quite manage it yourself);
May you find whatever is your equivalent of a Santa pigeon astride an ostrich;
May your day be made by a whimsical link sent to you by a friend; 
…and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
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 A recurring feature of this blog, since week 2 of April 2019, wherein moiself decided that moiself would go through my cookbooks alphabetically and, one day a week, cook (at least) one recipe from one book.
* Two Thumbs up: Liked it
* Two Hamster Thumbs Up: Loved it
* Thumbs Down – Not even Kevin, a character from The Office who would eat anything, would like this.
* Twiddling Thumbs: I was, in due course, bored by this recipe.
* Thumbscrew: It was torture to make this recipe.
* All Thumbs: Good recipe, but I somehow mucked it up.
* Thumby McThumb Face: This recipe was fun to make.
* Thumbing my nose: Yeah, I made this recipe, but I did not respect it.
 MH had put birthday hats on our motley collection of yard flamingos.
 which, as any homeowner knows, is second in importance only to the house keys.
 In our pear tree.
 It can be butt-free; whatever floats your boat.