Okay, for anyone still interested, the medals were MESA medals.  I won them by helping build and use a prosthetic arm, and talking and writing about said arm.  Find out more about MESA here.

Let’s see… I’ll post some sock monkey or Sylvanian story…


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These are all really old… from like, Christmas time.  Anyways, it’s Mivsie and her friend Lily going to the park and then thinking about watching movies.

I actually have tons of new monkeys and sock animals who need to be introduced.  Most of them belong to the Society of Special and Abnormal Sock Monkeys, which is partly an association of sock monkeys with rare conditions and birth defects (the rejects, if you will) who live together and help each other out.  They all have back stories.  Sometimes I’ll be at a friend’s house (actually, one friend in particular, the one who owns Lily and Kat) and I’ll see a sad little sock monkey sitting by itself.  Maybe it’s missing an ear, or it has a strange parasitic twin.  Whatever the problem, I ask my friend if I can take the monkey home.  Usually, she says, “Okay!”  or “Sure!”  so they come live with me.  She still gets to see them, but they have better lives.

By doing this, I am not trying to make fun of disabled people, or making big deals about ‘poor little socks stuffed with cotton who are missing legs’ or anything, I just think it’s fun and I like having them around, not only for diversity, but because they are awesome! :3

Bye and see you soon!

Changuita! o(•__•)o

Mirando Peliculas Navideñas en el Español

Hola, personas.  Es Mivsie.  Para celebrar los grados que recibí en mis exámenes, he estado mirando muchisímas peliculas. Bueno, porque es casi Navidad, pensé ver algunas peliculas navideñas… en Español. Empecé con Nightmare Before Christmas, que se llama El extraño mundo de Jack en el Español. Pues, pensé que no sería muy buena, con un ‘dub’ horrible y actores que casí no pudieron hablar el Español.

En realidad, fue PERFECTA.  ¡Hasta habían traducido las canciones!  Los actores fueron mejores que los originales, el ‘dub’ fue perfecto, y los canciones sonaban mejoras que fueron en Inglés.

La animación todavía no fue tan buena que es en la pelicula Corpse Bride, hecha por las mismas personas, pero luego de El extraño mundo de Jack, pero todavía movían los titires (¿hay tilde?) perfectamente.

Gracias.  Talvez escribo más mañana o en la semana que viene.

(Personas que solo hablan Inglés, eso es porque existé el ‘Google Translate)

(Personas que hablan Español, perdona mis tildes.  No quiere pensar si deben estar allí o no.)

-Mivsie c(*•-•)c

The Monkey, The Cat, The Eagle, and The Owl

And no, of course they aren't based on real people!  Wherever do you get that idea?

And no, of course they aren’t based on real people! Wherever do you get that idea?

I know you can’t see it, but the cat has a very cute little pink nose! :3

And the monkey’s eyes are that misshapen, yes.

They are all about the size of……………    um………… a holly berry.

The eagle, cat and monkey are all kinda weird.  I think that the owl turned out best.

More photos upon request!


PS Why do I feel Iike it was weirdly brave to post this????

The Plane Ride Part Two


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Hee hee!

Dr. SquiggleEyes: ¡Je, je!


Ristleton: Ugh….




*suspiro largo*

*long sigh*



Dr. SuiggleEyes:  Ristleton, you look down.

Dr. SquiggleEyes: Ristleton, te ves triste.


I know how to make you happy!

¡Se como hacerté feliz!


RIstleton: Really?

Ristleton: ¿De veras?


Dr. SquiggleEyes: Let’s eat dinner!

Dr. SquggleEyes: ¡Vamos a comer!






Ristleton: Ugh….


Dr. SquiggleEyes: Uh… huh.


Ristleton: Um… you have something in your mustache…

Ristleton: Er… tienes algo en tu bigote…


Dr. SquiggleEyes: Where?

Dr. SquiggleEyes: ¿Dónde?


Ristleton: Ah… over here….

Ristleton: Ah… por aquí…








Dr. SquiggleEyes: Better?

Dr. SquiggleEyes: ¿Mejor?


Ristleton:  I’m going to sleep.

Ristleton: Voy a dormir.












Okay, I know, longest plane ride ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Next part soon, I promise!


Double Post: The Long Plane Ride (Part One) and The Vision Stones Installment Three

The two winning monkeys are headed to the Caribbean!  They will first board a plane in Nevada, which will take them to their dock in Mexico.

¡Los dos changos ganadores van al Caribe!  Primero, irán en un avión en Nevada, que los llevará a Mexico, donde espera su barco.

I think they live pretty far away from Mexico considering how long this flight took.

Pienso que viven muy lejos de México considerando que largo tomo el vuelo.

Well, here it is:

Bueno, aquí está:


Flight Attendant: Hi… Um- Welcome to the plane!

Atendente del Vuelo(¿?):  Hola… er- ¡Bienvenidos al avión!


Ristleton: Hi……

Ristleton: Hola…..


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  I call this seat! (giggles)

Dr. SquiggleEyes: ¡Esté asiento es mío! (ríe)


Tiny Hippo:  I’m flying alone… it’s spooky.

Hipopótamo Pequeñito:  Estoy volando solo…. me da miedo.


Flight Attendant:  I’ll help you.

Atendente del Vuelo:  Te ayudaré.


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Hmmmm….


Ristleton:  Um……


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Is this a staring contest?

Dr. SuiggleEyes: ¿Es este un concurso de mirar?


Ristleton:  Eh…… no.


Dr. SquiggleEyes: Aw…


Let’s watch TV!

¡Miramos la tele!


Ristleton:  Can you push Free WiFi, please?

Ristleton: ¿Puedes empujar el WiFi gratis, por favor?


Dr. SquiggleEyes: I’m going to watch cartoons.

Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Voy a mirar dibujos animados.


Heh. Heh.

Je. Je.


Ristleton:  (sigh) Ugh…

Ristleton:  (suspiro) Ugh….


Dr. SquiggleEyes:  Heh heh heh!

Dr. SquiggleEyes: ¡Je, je, je!


And now…. The Vision Stones part three!!!!!!!!!!

When it reconstructed itself, Ristle only had faint recollections of what had happened while it was in pieces.  People had told him how his parents had decided to go on an adventure date, slipped into a cave while climbing a cliff near the sea, and how there had been a cave in, while they where inside the cave.  Their bodies were probably trapped under the cliff.  How romantic.

But that was not what Ristle was worried about; or sad about.  He was sad and worried and alone because, when the world reconstructed itself, he was completely alone, on a tiny island, in a sea of sadness.

His insides had been completely wrenched out by that iron hand, and a stringy, lurking, missing, empty space remained.  He only felt the pain.  His stomach hurt.  He wanted to hear his parents again.  He hoped that he would hear them approaching, and see their laughing faces as they shouted, “April Fools!”

But they wouldn’t.  They were gone.  Something had just… grabbed them away.  And never, never, never ever again, would he smell hot breafminner bacon cooking, never would he walk to school with his father laughing beside him.  And never, never ever would his parents return.  They were gone.  Gone, as though a gust of wind had swept them away.

These thoughts swirled inside Ristle.  He was angry, mad at them for leaving him.  But he was sad.  And he was mad at himself for feeling like this.

The first thing he did when he got home was go into the bathroom and vomit.  He vomited up all the cake he’d eaten at the meadow, and it didn’t taste as good as when it had gone down.

Strange people were in his house.  They wandered about, talking amongst themselves, sobbing, weeping, or helping themselves to the jerky and crackers in the cupboards.  They must have been his parents friends.  But they stayed away from him and his bedroom.  He liked that, if liking something was even possible for him at that moment.

He kept the room dark.  He curled up, under his blankets, and lay there, crying his eyes out, hardly able to breathe.

And then he remembered that awful feeling he sometimes got, when he felt like there was a ghost in the house, or else some stupid person trying to break in.  he always reminded himself, at these moments, that his parents were in the house, and that that meant that he was safe.

But now, now there were only these strange people in the house.  Was he safe?  Would he ever be safe again?

“Mama….,” he whispered into the darkness. “Daddy?”

Wow, he thought. How stupid am I?  They’re dead.  They’re gone.  

And he hugged himself and cried until he fell asleep.


When Ristle woke up, he didn’t want to be awake.  He didn’t know what he wanted.  All this sorrow made him feel bored.  He was numb, and he wanted to feel again.  But it wasn’t boredom.  Because when you are bored, you can sometimes distract yourself.  This kind of sorrow, you can’t distract yourself at all.  But you can try.

When Ristle got up, and left into the kitchen, through the living room, there were only two people sitting there:  an ancient man, with loose skin scattered with liver spots, and a tiny woman, with dark skin and hair tied back behind her in a ponytail.  Neither of them acknowledged Ristle.

In the kitchen, Ristle got down jerky, a plum, and some hard, black bread.  He plucked a banana leaf from the tree next to the sink, and sat down at the counter.  He tried to eat the bread.  But his throat clenched up on it, and an awfully warm, disgusting, full, feeling crept up his stomach.  he set the bread down.  He picked up the small, nearly round, very red plum.  He took a small bite of the bitter peel and tried to force it down into his stomach.  His throat itched.  So he left the food lying on the marble counter, and retreated into his bedroom.

After twenty minutes of sitting in the depressed darkness, he left into the bathroom and vomited water.  Then he sat on his bed, shaking.

He turned on the radio, and tried to embed himself in the music that trailed softly out.  he hugged himself and rocked back and forth, hoping to become trapped in the endless tune that came from the tiny box.

There was a knock on the door, and ristle quickly shut of the radio.  The knock came again, now very soft.

“Go away!” Ristle shouted, now feeling angry. “Go away and leave me ALONE!!!”

But the door opened nonetheless.  A small girl stepped in.  She wore a simple, pink blouse and a blue skirt, along with blue slippers on her tiny feet.  She had raggedy, brown hair, and a headband pulling it back.

The newcomer was tiny and petite, but seemed to radiate power, or else some unknown knowledge.  Ristle’d always thought that people who spoke of vibes were absolutely insane, but here he was, feeling the vibes of a delicate looking, yet seemingly rough and tumble little girl.

“Ristle,” she said softly. “Ristle, come with me.  We need your help.”

“NO!” screamed Ristle, severed from his strange trance. “No, I’m NOT going with you on some lunatic COUNSELING offer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“No, Ristle,” How dare she stay calm while I suffer this grief? “Your parents.  They’re alive.”

Ristle turned around.  He shook his head, but she nodded, extending her hand.  And they left in silence, past the strange people and out into the street.

Wow, long post!

Bonus:  How I am currently wasting my life:



😀 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 😀 😉 😛  😀

Also, don’t just stay on the “Inicio” page; look around at all my other pages!  Find out more about the sock monkeys and critters, my cartoons, and some really awesome links!!!!!

Ristleton’s Suitcase Contents

Ristleton is all packed:

1. Picture of Mivsie

2. Stuffed Toy

3. Spanish/English Phrase Dictionary

4. Toiletries

5. Money

6. Travel Guides

7. Diary

8. Camera

9. Cap

10. Clothes

11. Cup

12. Bathrobe

13. Magazines

Some of his stuff...

Some of his stuff…

And now, since I’ve decided to always have a special feature for Ristleton and SquiggleEye’s travels, the special feature:  an excerpt from Ristleton’s English to Spanish phrase dictionary!

Common Phrases to be used in a Restaurant

1. Ordering

You should probably order something someone else orders, or try your best at deciphering the menu.

To order, say, “Quiero el/la…(kee er o ehl/lah) and tell them what dish you want.  Quiero or Yo (yoh) quiero means I want, so saying that would be like saying “I want the…”

2. Etiquette

Por favor (pore fah vore)- Please

Perdóname (pear doh nah mey)- Excuse me/ Forgive me

Estás Perdonado (es tahs pear doh nah doh)- You are excused/forgiven

Gracias (grassy ass- no pun intended 🙂 )- Thank You

3. Restroom

Necesito el baño (ness eh see toh ehl ban yoh)/ Quiero el baño (kee er oh ehl ban yo)- I need/want the bathroom

¿Puedo ir al baño? (poo ehd oh eer al ban yo)- May I use the bathroom?

¿Dónde está el baño? (don deh es tah ehl ban yo)- Where is the bathroom?

So, you may ask, Changuita, why would Ristleton need an English-Spanish guide?  And I answer, Because that’s the dominant language of the islands they might visit on their cruise.

Also, I don’t know French. 😉  Or any other languages other than Spanish, English, and Gibberish. 😛

How I am currently wasting my life:

I have like five drawings depicting me like this. :D

I have like ten drawings depicting me like this. 😀



Wasting My Life

How I have been wasting my life so far this weekend, instead of working on Ristleton and SquiggleEye’s new story:


Applesauce!!!  Oops, speled it wrong in the picture! 😉

Changuita+Computer= @_@

Changuita+Computer= @_@

Plants and Philosophy

Plants and Philosophy



Such a procrastinator! 😛

Love at the Emerald Caƒé/Amor en el Caƒé Esmeralda



This is the Emerald Café.

Este es el Café Esmeralda.


All the students like it because it have free WiFi.

Todos los estudiantes encantan el ‘WiFi’ gratis.

Here's your order!

Here’s your order!

There’s also a section for smaller critters.

También hay una sección para animalitos.

Heh heh heh!

Heh heh heh!

Lots of people bring laptops.

Muchas personas traen computadoras.

Comment if you read this caption!!!

Comment if you read this caption!!!

Today, Mivsie is here with her friend Olindia.

Hoy, Mivsie está aquí con su amiga, Olindia.

Rita must be squished. :(

Rita must be squished. 😦

Little Rita is waiting for her turn to get her order.

La pequeña Rita está esperanda su turno para consiguir su ordén.

Tiny Rita!

Tiny Rita!

What are you looking at, Olindia?

¿Qué estás mirando, Olindia?

Here's your order...

Digger, do you think these croissants are good?

Then she went to eat it.

Luego fué a comerselo.



Olindia:  She’s so pretty.

Olindia: Es tan bella.



Mivsie:  Why don’t you go talk to her?

Mivsie: ¿Porqué no vas a charlar con ella?

Um, hi Rita!

Um, hi Rita!

Rita:  Oh, um, hi Olindia…

Rita: Oh, er, hola Olindia…



Mivsie:  Heh heh

Mivsie: Je je


What do you think?

¿Qué piensas?

Who is you favorite sock monkey so far?

Alert: This poll will close on November 1.  If you vote after that, your vote will not count.

I will be updating this post a lot, and it will be sticky until November.  So, please scroll down to read stories! 🙂

Si quieres ver todo esto en español, por favor diga me.

For descriptions of each sock monkey, go to Characters!!!

For stories featuring these monkeys, scroll down!!!

The winning sock monkey will get a prize!!!

Ristleton is this guy:

Ristleton is here.

Ristleton is here.

Me: Ristle, you’re meant to say something about yourself!

Ristleton: Oh, yeah… I like mangoes.

Me: -sigh- Okay, sure. Can you say something else… with more details.

Ristleton: -deep breath- I’m a small, shy, store-bought sock monkey, so I usually feel left out and small. I like mangoes- and am secretly in love with Mivsie. Wait, what did I just say? You aren’t posting this on your blog thing, are you?  I told you I didn’t want to be on your blog thing!

Me: Maybe.

So, please vote! Thanks!!!!


1. The prizes will be…

1st place: A payed-for cruise in the Caribbean and a tablet.

2nd place: A new laptop and a gift certificate to the Emerald Café.

3rd place: A gift certificate to Sock Monkey Thrift. (if Sock Monkey wins this, he’ll just get ten bucks. 😉 )

2. Hmm… Ristleton is winning so far… I kinda feel bad for Maisy-Amaia, though…