The tale of two Links.

So, it was just Christmas. I went pretty cheap on the gifts. (Nobody shun me) I spent an average of 8 or so dollars each gift.

I have eight siblings though (including in-laws) so after so many gifts I kept getting cheaper.... looking around my room.... what could I do for my brother... Sometimes it's hard to tell what he is and is not going to like.

I look into my closet (which is about 1/3 clothes and 2/3 art supplies.) and remember my collection of polymers clay that hasn't been touched in decades.... or something.

But what to do that my brother could appreciate and won't be nearly impossible??

Almost done!! (Link 1.0)

Isn't he cute?? (Link 1.0)

An 8-bit framed picture of one of his favorite video game characters. Link, depicted from the Minish Cap. (Does he even have a last name?)

It actually didn't take me long, not to be vain but I'm pretty good at this stuff. within 20 hours of actually starting I was ready to bake this little creation! He was cute! Adorable even!! I put him in the oven at 275 degrees (as the package directed) but before I knew it my younger sisters busted into my rool yelling about how he was now black! Burnt!

I was frustrated. To say the least.

Link 2.0

But I made a trip to Jo-ann's, dealt out the coupons purchasing more clay and made another one! He was even cuter if that was possible!!

The catch? He was slightly bigger... And no longer fit into the shadowbox I had. -_-

Twas easier mended though, we purchased another (cheap ;) shadowbox and popped that bad boy right in there with some brown paper and 'viola!! The perfect, cute little Christmas gift that didn't quite turn out as cheap as I'd hoped...

The good news? My brother thought it was awesome. :)

FIN.

It's the End of the World!! Everybody Panic!!

I know they found another Mayan calendar that continues life much further, so everyone is allowed to calm down now. Woo hoo, whipee, only another hundred years or so before they make more doomsday movies... or not.

But here's a crazy thought, what IF the world really does end?

What if, in about 8 days on the winter solstice the world ends??

What do we do with the last 8, very short, days we have left?!?!

Do we warn the citizens of large cities?? Roaming the streets yelling "The End is Nigh!!!!"??

Do we spend all our money in the casinos and party it up? Open all our Christmas gifts early?? Pull out the big guns and shoot at anyone that comes on our land???

Oh, wait... We do that anyway.

You gotta protect land. Money comes and goes. People do too. But land, it's constant, it remains.... *cough* Excuse my random rant on land... Where was I?

Oh, yeah! If we really had just 8 days left to live normally, before the end of the world began. (because lets face it, it wouldn't be all at once. It would happen slowly...) Before mass chaos breaks out, before the world would be dramatically changed forever...

If you knew you only had 8 days left to live the life that you were currently living? What would you do? I know that people like to have the attitude "Live like it's your last day on earth!" as an excuse to be lazy with their lives and party. But if I knew it was my last day to live, why would I waste it partying? Emphasis on waste. 

Personally, if I knew for a fact that I only had 8 days left of normal living, I'd do nothing. I would act like all is normal. (Aside from making a trip to walmart and buying TONS of ammo.) As much as I can complain, and get annoyed and blah blah about all my problems, and vent, and whatever else I do, I like this life.

I love my family, I love my friends, and when the end comes I would cherish the memories all the more. Instead of drinking myself to oblivion and partying my days away, or going of on a cruise, or flying to New Zealand (which is very tempting by the by) I shall merely live.

And in 8 days, when the world probably won't end, I shall have dinner as normal with my family.

fin.

Only 15 more days to NOT squeal.

It's that awkward time of year!

We have all purchased gifts for others, and must now act as though we have no remembrance of what we are giving them. Yet the urge to just tell them is too great! We cannot wait until that blessed Christmas morn!

How did our parents... er.. How did Santa manage all those years? To know what he was giving everyone and not be so excited that he just accidentally told everyone, tis an amazing feat indeed! Santa must be more amazing than I thought.

Personally, in my house, my Momma has been getting worse with this. Starting in November. She might start saying something only to cut abruptly saying "--uh, never mind!" Usually because she was about to say something about one of our Christmas gifts but caught herself.

It gets worse the closer to Christmas we get. It's not just my Mom though, it's all of us. Me, Dad, Mom, all of my siblings too!! It's like, once we have ready what we're getting somebody else, the excitement for giving them that gift is so much it starts to overtake us until we just can't NOT say that I got...

...

Wait, I can't say! I still have about 15 more days!!!!

THE END.