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Why I Shut Down Currybomb.Com



Miss me?

If you haven’t noticed I kind of called it quits on this little project, December 1st of last year. Partly planned. If anything the idea of a break was merely a fleeting thought and had been for many moons. It just seemed like the right time.

Bottom Line: I fell out of love with my blog.

I only felt compelled to write when I was venting about someone or something. Otherwise my muses packed their bags and took along passion and in some aspects, authenticity. It was barren when they left, however it made room for the guilt train to pull in to the station.  Blogging became an obligation, not a passion. I had progressively worsening guilt about not blogging. Then, as an added bonus, I had guilt that whatever content I was producing wasn’t good enough or ever enough.

Tomes. I can sure write one if I’m feeling it.

I felt the Bomb become very un-Christina. I didn’t have any connection to it as I once did, I didn’t love her like when she was a shiny newborn.  Everyone changes and grows and develops, some people and things join us in the next chapter and some people and things don’t. And that’s okay! That is life!

It was time well spent the last eight-ish or so months. I realized several things and their root causes and eliminated them. I miss the degree of self expression but I don’t need any sort of endorsement, status or otherwise. No marketing agencies, no tweeting links, no Facebook fan page.

It’s just going to be me and a line from a totally unappreciated song by Simon and Garfunkel;

” All I have to do today is smile ”

Until then kittens!

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The bottom line is I do not have time or energy (and sometimes interest) in blogging daily. I feel like when I force it it’s drivel (and if you say it’s drivel even if I don’t force it then don’t read it k?) and I am not proud of any content. Lately I have been examining if I feel this blog is a true reflection of myself or what it is. Can a blog be timeless? I guess it depends on the content and the provider.

Let’s file that under ‘things to think about’. Right before the modern validity of monogamy and how to raise honey bees. First I need to find some bees who want in on the deal. Clearly.

Day 13 – Part of Me


Part of me is now a Bronde. Oh you know sweetie, never the same way twice. As always, Karly you = genius. She’s a wonderful person, lucky to consider her a friend.

Day 14 – Eating

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Dinner with Midge and Auntie Carolyn before we caught Elvis at The Music Hall. I am so lucky that Uxbridge has good places to eat that are not pre-packaged, GMO filled and heated upon order no no food. Chefs that actually chef. It happens, they exist darlings I assure you. Niki at Urban Pantry is a lovely person and good at what she does. The Pad Thai knocked my socks off to the point that I am still, a week later, thinking about it. Still. And when I downloaded this picture I started to drool a little. Also, Niki read me like a book and bestowed frites. Not just yam or Yukon or the yawn-y frites but ones doused and sauced in garlic and rosemary. Which is like, flips hair, the BEST IDEA EVER. <3

Day 15 – In my Pocket/Purse


Because of several actually quite boring reasons I always try to keep a healthy snack around. I am leaning towards being one of those obnoxious assholes who doesn’t eat gluten, meat, soy and dairy. I am hyper sensitive to my system since the PCOS diagnosis and my hellbent desire to protect my delicious and surely history making eggs. Also remember all the breakouts and that time I found out what bovine serum was? OMG, still reeling! Anyway, Vega is my friend and yours and this stuff is seriously so delicious. I’ve had many of the flavors (Berry, Chocolate, Chai, Tango) and they are all amazing, I reco hard hard hard.

Day 16 – Play


One of the things Elvis does is recreate the hormonal surge that the original did by wrapping broads in the audience with a red scarf. Auntie Carolyn was one of these broads. Then, the next day we realized red was actually Harley’s colour and he should be wearing it instead. Metrosexual Mastiff.

Day 17 – 5 O’Clock


Hi Moon. This picture does not do it justice. Mooners was HUGE and inspiring. Shining light upon early darkness.

Day 18 – Mirror


This is a terrible picture of me in my new and awesome hoodie/coat thing that concerned me slightly because of all the rainbow and I was worried it may be interpreted that I had switched teams. (Still straight, will update you if that changes.) Anyway, I took the picture to send to Meowers for confirmation that I indeed still looked like a straight girl who has excellent taste in handmade goods. That was what I was going for, not that there would be anything wrong with being gay. Trust me. I am pro supporting whoever wants to sleep with whomever. Liberal to the hilt!

Day 19 – Where you ate Breakfast


Under pink skies at dawn. I miss the people and the things of the concrete but as for beauty I am overcome so often here.

Day 20 – Communication



This is gratitude. This is love. This is the communication of two mammals being content with just each others company. If you haven’t noticed…I love my Lola. Thankful everyday for my Pocket Beagle from Kentucky.

Day 21 – I wish I had this


Is it wrong to sometimes envy your dog? The very same dog that sleeps so adorably and almost taunts you that she gets to sleep in everyday. She gets to bond with the high thread count just a little longer than you do. So. There. For what it’s worth I also wish I had more time with her…it’s dark by the time I get home so our daily walks haven’t been happening. We try for every day off to really walk it out but still…

Day 22 – Behind


Chrystal enjoys many things. One  of her many interests is having no regard or respect for my sleep quality. Waking up to a cat paw in my eye is just one of the many joys she brings me.

Day 23 – Simplicity


About a year ago I bought ‘patio’ citrus trees, one lemon and one lime. One day I hope to have a greenhouse but for now lemons, limes, lavender and lots of other lovely things grow and do marvelous and fascinating normal nature things in my basement. It’s been an uphill journey. I had to figure out how to mix special potting soil and find containers big enough for them and let them make hay while the sun and humidity shine in the summer and drag them back in nightly. Just enough water, some pruning.

But I did it. I have three lemons. I might dry them in slices and make some stupid piece of art out of them. My citrus pride knows no bounds.

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I do understand this whole photo a day thing means just that, a day. I do take them but as for posting them to the four or so hundred sites that I would like to post them on…I become sloth like. So here’s my catch up you little darlings. (How are you? It’s getting colder, bundle up and call your mother she misses you. I love you. You know that right? I’m a ball of love lately.)

Day 4 – Table…


Found this little gem in the barn one day, creativity reared it’s interesting head and it’s got DIY written all over it right? It’s half done and the vision was all set but then Pinterest did what it does best…distract me and change everything up. (Also check out the Chili shadow at the right hand side of the table. What a cutie.)

Day 5 – I Collect…


Gourdon is my new boyfriend. I collect accessories and interesting things and sometimes even boyfriends. Isn’t he adorable?!?

Day 6 – Music…


Love me some Simon and Garfunkel. I chose this because this has a LOT to do with my new blog which is coming along just swimmingly thanks for asking. Also,  Zack Braff is a total babe because he has excellent facial expression, looks good in eyeliner and wrote this little quirkpiece of lovely.

I adore quirky. Gourdon is quirky.

Day 7 – Yes…



Lola was a death row pooch in the great state of Kentucky and now look at those summer smiles.

Chrystal was destined for the short and tragic life of a barn cat. Devoid of human love and a never ending stream of kibbles.

This world is beautiful for all creatures isn’t it? YES.

Day 8 – Someone I Miss..


Do you want me to go alphabetically? I’ve lost way too many loves at this point and this is not self pity it’s just a load of pure honesty. Lately however, and for several reasons, Daisy has been on my mind. At night I still sometimes go to the door to let her in. Last week while in the barn I checked the stalls before I left to make sure she hadn’t gotten stuck in a locked stall.

I miss her.

Day 9 – Mine…


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All is right in the world when this big amazing piece of mutt is your lapdog. Welcome home Har. Prayers? Answered!

Day 10 – Book…

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Meowers is my bestie and that’s for many many super several reasons. Possibly even millions of reasons, I’ve just not had the time to sit down and write them all out. (By candlelight, with a quill of course. Marty pipes in with suggestions and further reasoning.) Anyway so as we have a sort of tradition of spoiling each other she gifted me this little tome a while back. RIGHT up my alley, adore it. It makes me understand my little eccentric place in the world.

Day 11 – A Memory…


IN memory. This is my paternal grandfather. He was irrevocably changed in the war in several ways and this in turn changed the course of my fathers life, my uncles life and my grandmothers life. Which affected my life and my mothers and here we are. I didn’t get to meet him, I don’t know a ton about him but I do have his letters from the war which show a man in love and heartbroken to leave his sweetheart and infant son.

Thanks Grandpa Dan. Try to get along with dad huh?

Day 12 – Clouds…

From Iphone September 137

Hey thanks Northern Ontario. Right off the back deck. #blessed

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It’s Monday and classical music is playing and the beagle is snoring and it’s crisp out. Crispy under your feet and fresh in your nostrils and it’s kinda romantic and bright but not sunshine-y really. Yesterday after an exclusively lazy morning (specifically crying at documentaries), Midge and I had some crazy ideas about raking leaves and having a huge bonfire. Which we did. The air still smells of it and it’s still smoldering away.

Bit of a charmed life no?

I found this wonderfulness this morning while enjoying a king sized pillow top, sleeping beagles/meowies at every angle of my body, caramel apple coffee and Pinterest. Follow me? KK.

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I really, really, really think this is something splendid. And important. For everyone, and that’s why I shared. You should share too.

I’m going to be catching up on #photoaday today. Love me some FatMumSlim and if you wanted to join in check out the Apple calender prompts and menu for this month.  I haven’t done these in a while but really enjoy them as an activity. I haven’t been doing a heck of a lot for myself or my creativity lately, call it the Autumn Wallow if you will, so this is me grabbing Iphoneington by the horns.

Still deciding when I will launch new blog. This current webpage is going to be rebuilt as my social media business spot. Which I am proud to say is going along swimmingly thanks to the best customers in the world. I am going to be adding marketing to my fun-ness too and maybe some freelance writing. Oh y’know, all in a days work! Part of me says January 1st, being a proponent for New Years to a fault

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We Love the All of You

Our lands are green and our skies are blue

This whole ‘thing’ is going to be another thing because change is always good. And by thing I mean this site and the new site and all the other sites. Some are my sites and some are not but I remain voluntary involved with several of them for the greater good of something I am unsure of yet.

Ideas. Never at a deficit.

I write a lot of things down. Some start as lists and some are more just intentions or things to remember for the future. Taking up sheep farming for example. Limited edition hand dyed and spun wool would do it for me don’t you think? This serves several purposes; an outlet, financial gain and pride of work ethic and output.

Just as an FYI, I usually do put out. Output. Putout. #popular

All of this wonderfulness may take a little time and to be totally honest I’m not rushing a single variable. I’m not rushing anything in any sense lately and that’s working just fine for me. In fact, I’ve hiatus-ed a couple of things and it’s refreshing in it’s own little way. For some tasks it actually excites me more about something I had perhaps become disinterested in. I put undue pressure upon myself to accomplish way too much on a daily basis. So trying to be nice to myself more often is more of a feat than I had originally assumed it would be. Mountains out of self-depreciating molehills I suppose.

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S’all a work in progress, just like all the other dames.

But enough about me darling, how are you?

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Now I Certainly Know Everything

As it goes for the past two or so-ish years I have made a list of ten things I am grateful for at the end of each day. My only religion. And I say thank you out loud.

Sometimes it’s a struggle and sometimes I have to cull the lovely herd depending on the situation and the day of course. And although you’re sleepy and bloated and cannot stop filling your stretched stomach please do take a minute and consider at least one thing in your life you may be thankful of or for. Simple things and in the moment things are my favourite children.

Yes. I play favourites.

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I recalled yesterday some years of my life that were void of gratitude and instead filled with sometime materialism, too often gossip, otherwise negativity and self induced emo strife. I don’t regret them, I just see the err in my ways. I suppose this is somehow induced via adulthood. Another thing they haven’t bothered letting you know about in school. I come from stock, specifically paternally, that attempted to nicely drill the strength and elegance of positivity in my life from a young age. I didn’t listen.

Hence why I struggled against it for some years. I didn’t need any of this advice because I was young enough to know everything.

Now I am old enough to realize I don’t know many things. In fact, the majority of everything I know nothing about. But I keep learning.

Life. Funny.

So…autumn leaves, plentiful food, clean water and beautiful working Jeeps. Great boss, good friends and family that are friends. Family in general. Music and warm fall weather conducive to Beagle/Human bonding time. Hugs and kisses and hanging new art. Leftovers. Pink skies. Jumping on my bed. The game of Life kind of imitating life. Cousin time. Auntie Christinka isn’t really your aunt but trust me there’s a line up to be related to me, I’m a gem. Mom cooking. All those faces at the thanksgiving table. You, me, the cats and the horses and the Beagles of the world



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This Right Now

Today is a new start.

Everyday is a new start. Never forget that.

Or about dancing in your hello kitty hotpants on a Monday going through your kick ass wardrobe.

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Make your Monday marvelous.




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Right This Second…

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Ohhhhh, okay.

I get it!

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It’s Not the New Blog Yet

But it will be.

Sooner than later alligator.

Or something.


Positivity arm party. I need more. Send more okay?

The logistics of re-branding to a certain extent, mainly because of all the mere logistics and choices, turns my brain in to a pretzel. It could be all the blonde hair dye not helping either. The fumes perhaps. Or the extra pounds plopping me in to a fog of indecision. I want it all and also some of that and that but also not too much. I’m no glutton. And I’d prefer to live a life kind of joyful variety, lacking the obsessive taser beam on only one area of creativity, income stream and so on.

There has to be a way Ms. Currybomb, maybe more hair dye is indeed the answer?

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Supermoons. Set your intentions dolls and the universe hears your story and your claims and bestows upon you what you need, not what you want. Although the two can overlap, when it’s right it’s right. Remember that, everything happens for a reason and everything is happening. Our problems are all awesome aren’t they? :-)




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