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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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November Photoaday Finish!

It’s already December! Just because I am typical and thorough of course I am already behind in the new month. I’m even thinking of doing this all next year too…call it a Currybomb year in pictures or something clever like that. I am making excellent progress on the new blog. Every time I think about it I get excited.

Just like when I think of Keanu. <3

Day 24 – A Word


There are a couple of words in here but that’s because they all mean one word…Home. Always will be I suppose in some way. I dislike this place in many ways and love it in maybe the same amount of ways. There are actual variables that I both love/hate at once, which can be confusing. Home is many things and this won’t be my home forever but for now…I am loving it.

Day 25 – Quirky


Best three dollars ever spent. There is no reason why the kitties shouldn’t have a little festiveness while contemplating life and chewing kibbles. Best fur-parent ever.

Day 26 – Message


The issue with this prompt is that the photo opportunity presented itself however I never figured out the message. Chrystal, the cat, at 7:30 a.m. stakes claim to the potty after having a row with three toilet paper rolls she leaves strewn in the corner. Nothing. I got nothing. Is she trying to train herself?

Day 27 – No!


It’s been a looonngggggg time Maccas but it was a desperate situation and there we were. It’s funny, the more you eat it the more you want and it’s a vicious cycle of want vs. need vs. cholesterol. I won’t be doing this again anytime soon, the aftershocks felt for days. I blame estrogen and rushing.

Day 28 – I am grateful for…


I am grateful for a plethora of things every day. Open roads, fresh air, quiet enough to almost hear the snowflakes land on the soft shoulders of the road.

Day 29 – Black


Chili has one of those purrs that levels out at a rumbling decibel that shakes the entire house. I could hear her but not really see her as I attempted to sleep. I played with the picture a little tiny bit…there was a slight glow from the hall nightlight. The beacon to save your limbs when you need a glass of water in the wee hours.

Day 30 – All Done


How am I going to use up a whole bunch of cooked rice? I am going to try to make Mango rice dessert thing that I used to have at least twice a week from Coco Rice when I was swimming in the ocean of concrete and ergo chairs and amazing friends and that path at that time. So I warmed up the rice with a little coconut milk in the oven. I took the rest of the coconut milk and added some cornstarch and made a thick sauce and then oh what the hell, I told the mango to hit the road and Banana Fosters-ed that bitch.

I ate pretty much the whole thing and I don’t even care if that makes me a swine. It was mind blowing.

Flowers, Food and Farming….pretty much my whole calling y’know?

In other news, what are you doing for New Years? Downtown? Uptown? Beach? Want to run away to Africa?

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#Photoaday 13 – 23 (By the Week Because I Insist on Being Difficult)

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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Photo A Day November: 2 – I Did This Today…

In keeping with my lack of pride and my shameless display of sloth I will post this gem from the 2nd, which would have been Saturday.

What did I do? Does extreme laziness count? Does being wrapped cabbage roll style in not one but three blankets, drinking wine and eating dough-y pre-made and processed to the hilt appetizers count as ‘this’ today…? Lola had a solid day of snoozing and begging. Midge actually left the safety of the homestead for an appointment and groceries.

Brave Soul.

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I need to leave the homestead more.

Gotta get my hands on a bottle of Masi Red. Haven’t had it in a while and cannot shake the craving.

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Allo Monday!

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.

so true


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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The last animal we had with Dad didn’t make it past August. She was 12 and had fought illness for the last year solidly. Never complained, always the perfect dog.

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Cruel month that August. Meowers had a point; at the very least the sadness can be contained, we can use this month for remembrance and then not have a heartbreaking reminder every couple of months. Bright side kids, best friends ever.

daisy the lion

Maybe August 2014 I could just cover myself in my gems and stick my fingers in my ears and meditate all month? Does that make me emotionally advanced or a monk.

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What a sweetie. She passed as mom held her paw. She’s with Dad and Uncle Greg and her magical little boyfriend Rocco. She’s happy. We’re sad but happy.

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A life well lived…never a sunny day wasted, always enjoyed with a dip in the pool and a solid afternoon of carrying around someone’s left flip flop.




outstanding in her field


Rainbow Bridge. Dad was there, he helped. He always does.


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Right This Second…

to get something


Ohhhhh, okay.

I get it!

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Twenty-Eight Vs. Three

It’s been busy.

It’s also been interesting.

Let’s just get my brain all pretzeled and my anxiety level soaring thinking about all the pros and cons all at once shall we? And not just about one avenue…all of ‘em.

Doesn’t help that’s it’s August. I’ve had twenty-eight superb Augusts in my life. I have also had three terrible heart breaking Augusts in my life. Oh sure the good far exceeds the bad strictly as far as numbers are concerned but I really can’t stress just how bad those three were. Very thorough August! VERY! Every three or so years she really throws me for a loop. Sigh. We all have that month I suppose.

I do dream of one day, after obtaining certain independent wealth, a good solid thirty one day yearly sabbatical of sitting cross-legged in a remote cave with my fingers in my ears meditating on a constant basis should be on the menu. Until then it’s just me and my high emotional IQ fighting the good fight. It’s not the size of the Currybomb in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the Currybomb.

Wink smiley indeed.

This whole living life as an adult really is a thorn in my side. All these options and I count my lucky stars I have this many forks in my cutlery-life road but…geeeeeeeeeeeez…all these wonderful little idea fish swimming through my veins.

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I can flow chart and dreamboard and pro and con this thing to the point of nausea. Half out of boredom and half out of fear but we all know how much of a sweetheart I really am.

Don’t tell anyone though I got this ice queen thing down pat.

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Oh Okay

I took off a month or so from the blog. On purposely on purpose, without purpose, planned but unplanned. Or something like that, you do what you feel you need to do. Annoying from a former supervisor, actually not so annoying in this situation. Quite apt.

I got plans and ideas and stuff happening. It`s scary and frustrating but there are rays of sunshine that beam down through those clouds. Everything is all everywhere and up in the clouds lacking sense or organization. I need to relax and sort it out. Eventually this will happen.



It actually wasn`t that sign specifically. But the following sign, which was actually the inspiration, made me think of the above sign. I was in a small hormone fuelled state of indecision when, while browsing, courtesy of Carlyanne.com it reminded me…

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So it`s that easy eh…okay. Thanks for the sign talk babies.

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I hoe’d so much. I ache and my hands are claws. I have a serious date with the tub, hot water and Epsom salts. A good soak will hopefully loosen everything up.

As for the Mantis it has disappeared and apparently didn’t work anyway and so…manual labour if you want your own produce then. I was miserable about it but who wouldn’t be? I could have accomplished 867854758740 other things as well as my garden today but noooooo…

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My helper enjoying our after gardening dinner. Mikey = <3

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Chili is other helper. I suppose the deck now needs painting judging from this picture.


It never ends.

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And there’s also the projects I bring on myself. Like this TV stand. Take a good look darlings because I am going to refinish this to a state of gorge. If you look to the right of the picture you can see the shadow of my co-conspirator, one Ms. Chili Cookiepuss.

I have to soak, it hurts to type. Cheers to a lovely veekend you darlinks!

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