Tag Archive for 'hubby'

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Childhood trauma: the gift that keeps on giving.

Kat Johnston Sketch: Dressing up for Halloween - its popular up to a certain age... goes out of fashion... then suddenly we all want to be kids again. Yay costumes!

Thank you to all who responded to my survey! I’ll put together some results from that and post them either later today or tomorrow, to let you know how people answered. A couple did somewhat surprise me, but I’ll go into that later. If you missed responding and still want to do so, it can still be found here.

Today’s piccie I think needs a little disclaimer. My mother never made me dress up for Halloween or, for that matter, any other happy holiday so far as I can recall. Unless you count Christmas and wearing a Christmas-print skirt that my grandmother made me, but there wasn’t really all that much arm-twisting going on there – it was rather cute after all.

As for those parents who aspire to dress their children (even infants) in costumes for all occasions (who said that dressing a baby as a turkey for Thanksgiving isn’t just all in good fun?), luckily we have Martha Stewart and her guests showing us how. Luckily no real turkeys were hurt in the making of that clip, but I’m not sure I can say the same for the babies. The kicker? That clip is up on youtube and that kid will have to live with the fact that he’s the turkey-baby until the end of days. I bet that gets played at his 18th. Lucky boy.

Onto other matters (I like costumes, by the way, so long as I get to pick them out), I am still typing on an ergonomic keyboard at the moment, because my darling husband upped and killed my most prized posession ever by spilling hot chocolate all over it a couple of weeks back. Squishy II was my most beloved keyboard and he ruthlessly murdered it. I have a feeling it was a sense of jealousy – he knows that in a fire I’d probably have saved it first… then come back for him and the cats. I’ve had to use this tragic ergonomic excuse for a keyboard thing for weeks. No offence to those who actually like using these things, but it is driving me insane *sigh*. Rest in peace, Squishy II.

Stink lines, an almost-retraction and Elouise.

Kat Johnston Sketch - Elouise is a curious young maiden, who would probably have a better place in the 19th century than the 21st.

I’m almost considering issuing a retraction for the ‘I love you sweetheart’ comment of yesterday. Damn my occasional sappiness. I’m paying for it now with teasing in spades. The temptation to throw up a picture of my love with stink-lines is very, very tempting, but I know that if I open up the door to that… it won’t be too long until I have an entire flickr gallery dedicated -just- to dozens and dozens of pictures of James with stink-lines. I’d probably even do a sweep of the house and fetch up all the random scraps of paper that has his glorious visage on it and scan them all in. Not to mention taking photos of things like the whiteboard, which often hold a picture of the man with those wonderful wavy lines floating away from him…

Kat Johnston - stick figures illustrating the simple concept of 'stink lines'

For those who are unfamiliar with the term ‘stink lines’ or ‘stink-lines’, it is a very simple concept. Almost any drawing can work with the addition of wavy lines to denote unpleasant odour or ‘stink’, as it is also known. Often used around authority figures such as teachers and principals, but works on stinky husbands too. In fact, almost anything can be enhanced with stink lines – try it out next time you draw something. Do be careful though… many other lines can also be confused with stink lines – pleasant smells, such as would be rising off of a cookie, vibration lines, anger lines, wavy hair even, if you’re working on a stick figure. Drawing stink lines in green (a colour often associated with bad smells) or simply pointing an arrow at the lines and labeling them as ‘stink lines’ is a good way to remove all doubt.

Oh, the top sketch was my little contribution for today. Her name is Elouise and she has no stink lines at all… not like the other pictures on the same page all featuring my darling husband… *snickers*

Better late than never.

Kat Johnston Sketchbook - I think he might just be a little batty... oh dear... I didn't make that joke, did I?

Here we go! Another little sketch-book post today, since I didn’t have much time to sit down and do much (ok, any) sketching today.

The hubby and I had to go pick up my sisters from the train station – they’re staying for a week and a bit over their holidays. Hopefully I can bribe the younger of the two to draw something to go up here – I can give her a guest-spot! She really is a talented little minx.

Anyhow, as we were waiting for the train to arrive, we were doing a few blocks to avoid parking, and got to speaking about the different materials and little stories (that naturally involve him) that appear on this blog. He’s even taken to saying ‘oh dear, I’m going to see that in a post tomorrow, aren’t I?’ after he’s done something hilariously ‘wrong’… at least by conventional standards.

Just in case it wasn’t obvious from my postings though, I actually find it rather hilarious when he ‘zings’ me with a great joke or ‘insult’. Its a bit of a game of ours and does make for fantastic stories afterwards to share. I suppose we are rather delightfully dysfunctional like that… but you know what? I don’t think I’d want it any other way. Love you sweetheart.

Edit: If you give me any more grief for being sappy, dear husband of mine, I -will- turn the stories on here about you into far more interesting ones. Ones with nice, juicy details *snickers*.

Buttons. His name is Buttons.

Kat Johnston Sketchbook - they just keep on coming, don't they? Well... at least they keep me entertained...

Today’s littlest sketch-book page. His name is Buttons. I have no idea why. Cute little mite, isn’t he?

Only read on if you want to be bored with my ranting… I’m in a ranting mood today.

So, I am all alone at home today, kept company only by my two self-serving cats who are quite happy to ignore me all day, so long as I’m not walking to the kitchen (Oh my, she means food doesn’t she? Dinner time? Now? Now!) or laying down somewhere. Apparently I make an excellent cat-cushion. Lolita is the worst of the two in that way – if I’ve popped upstairs to shut my eyes for a few moments, she’s often only a few seconds behind me. She waits until I am nice and settled, drifting off into blessed unconsciousness, before bouncing up, purring like a mack truck, and batting my nose with a paw to get pettings. Cheeky little wench.

Penny, meanwhile, has set up camp in the closet for the day, making entirely sure that all my black clothing (which accounts for most of my clothing, by the way) is suitably exposed to as much of her cream-coloured cat fur as possible. Isn’t she sweet? I think I’d better put another lint-brush on the shopping list

Darling hubby is away for a few days doing something or other. Him calling home to say ‘oh sweetie, I have to bring you here, the beach is just beautiful!’ isn’t helping either. I’m seriously considering glaring at him from here with my laser-eyes-of-doom and seeing what affect it has on him. Meanwhile, I’m stuck writing assignments and glancing wistfully towards my bed, counting down the hours until I can retire to it without feeling incredibly guilty that I haven’t gotten more work done during the day.

Just on a side-note, I’ve just joined Digg (about time!) and discovered this when browsing through some of the items on there. I laughed out loud. I think you might also. So check it out, safe for work, I promise!

Please feel free to Digg any of my posts, just click to enter into the post itself and down the bottom is a ‘share this’ button. Click, and go to town!

Today’s sketch is a little topsy-turvy.

Kat Johnston Sketch - Upside down? Who's odd idea was that for a joke? I feel like Blackboard should be here saying 'hurry up, hurry up...'

Today’s little sketch is… upside-down? Not my fault, I swear! I drew the eyes and they just came out that way. I was listening to music from Moulin Rouge, and a (seemingly) random selection of classic French tunes as I was drawing this little lady. I don’t know why I feel the need to mention that, but I think it might be significant somehow.

You know… I love my hubby, I really do. But he can be an evil man at times… I think that is one of the reasons I do love him so incredibly much.

We went shopping yesterday, for a few new shirts for him. I was able to pick up a couple of hooded tops for myself while we were at it – one incredibly over-sized, incredibly comfy olive-coloured one for lounging around the house in… and one nicely-fitted black creation that has a cute little set of buttons to one side of the collar, so that it can be worn with a high collar or v-neck. I put the black one on again as soon as I got home to show off to my loving spouse, since he didn’t get to see it on me in the shop.

I threw it on with a long black skirt, as the one I was wearing didn’t show it off quite to best effect. I plonked down the stairs and did a twirl for him… to which he said ‘Pull up the hood for me?’. I obediently pulled up the hood for him, so that he could see what it looked like – to which he responded ‘now all you need is an apple…’

Horrid man. Do I look as if I go around poisoning young princesses who board with miner dwarves in the middle of enchanted forests? I think not! I’d make sure the job got done right the first time round…