Krazy Ketchup

www.krazyketchup.org

Krazy Ketchup!...squirt!..splat!...slather it about!

For all my loving Vegans, and others alike,
here's a little something special just for you.

Made with organic tomato puree, organic agave nectar instead of sugar,
organic butternut squash puree, organic carrot puree, organic sweet potato puree,
organic spices! (and citric acid to keep it all blended together and shelf worthy)

It's easy squeeze bottle splats out and even amount of Vitamin A, Vit-C and Potassium.
Surprisingly sugar-free, gluten-free, wheat-free, egg-free, casein-free, dairy-free, soy-free, with no chemical dyes and no hydrogenated oils.

Now that I feel like the "I Love Lucy" commercial, where she spilled off a little extra dose of "Vitameatavegeman", I encourage you to grab some for yourself. Tell your local grocer to stock it for you and all your friends and neighbors. Be well and do good.
www.krazyketchup.org

HIPPY PUNK

I love Punk.
I love Surf Punk.
I love Urban Punk.
I love Country Punk.
..and sometimes even Material girl punk.
...but, mostly I love Hippy Punk!
I know my hypocrisy knows no bounds, so I allow it to flow.
Maybe it's the yin/yang of it all, or just the juxtaposition of opposing ideals meshing into a marble display.

Seems kids these days are choking on pink and purple princess tulle or cartoon themed parades of bad taste. How do you know who you are if you are always dressing as someone else. Wearing the face of another just below your own, can give off mixed signals. Are you crying out to be noticed for you or who you wear on your sleeve?
My own memory was of hand made clothes from my Grandmother, that was subsidized by my Aunt's beach shop of Hang Ten stripes, slip-on vans, and Ditto's denim in every color.
The choices were simple then, but not so much any more.
If ever I had an occasion for a proper dress code, say first day of the first grade, graduation, picture day,... it always went the 'Sailor' way.
Simple, and to the point.

So, I gathered some tiny tees, and made what pleases me. Fun stuff to play in, with no worries of dribbles, spots or stains. Something simple and to the point.

Come out and play some day on etsy.com/terireeswang
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5801433

Call the Navy

Call the Navy, I am swimming in a sea of tears.
Surviving the annual Family vacation, is becoming a more interesting challenge as the years continue. My saving grace is the like minded few that can catch a wink from across the room.
...And a quick escape route with a solid excuse, and a return ticket to show a hint of graciousness, so that not to totally discredit the experience. Being trapped for a week with a dozen people can be loads of fun. The kids like to have that many eyes and ears surrounding them, laps and hands holding them. Tongues tend to be sharp, nerves tender, ears blocked, heavy lids, dull smiles, all encapsulated into slow moving zombie bodies. On cue, I hop in the passenger seat of another like minded member. We speed away under the radar detectors, through barricades, passed sitting ducks, until I am delivered to my rightful driveway. We work with joy and efficiency, whistling away a couple of precious days. Done. Refreshed and on the road again. We arrive to a delightful house hold, with stories of triumphs and drama, survival and satiation, we are lost.