Wednesday, August 30, 2006
She Used To Want To Be A World Traveling, French Speaking, Photographer/Marine Biologist's Assistant
Until her brother stopped wanting to be a marine biologist. Now Happy, my best girl, wants to be a World Traveling, French Speaking, Photographer/Pin-Up Girl. My camera loves her. Ever since she played a young Natalie Wood in the Wax Museum (3rd grade) she has had a love affair with Old Hollywood. And an eye for beauty. But I think maybe she was born with that.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Still kicking some ass! And here it is Tuesday. This closet I am cleaning is also turning into an art studio! So of course I am building shelves and moving furniture in there, finding bathing suits from 6 summers ago and realizing what a communtity walk in closet this packratted out little space really is. I threw out all kinds of stuff! Thrift Store Cycle. Rinse. Repeat.
This is actually kind of fun. The part where I stop cleaning out the closet and do a little dye-ing is anyway. I probably don't even need to tell you that I bit off way more than I can chew. Good thing I was hungry. Hungry for some Change. I've never had my own art studio before, besides: All my artsy fartsiness is stinkin' up the whole house. High time I did something about it...Well guys and gals I better get back to it. I just came out for some air. I was starting to smell my own craziness in there! Foochie!!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Even though it's Sunday...the day of rest and worship and reading extra thick newspapers....I plan on cleaning out a walk in closet. And do a little dye-ing while I'm at it. I hope these two shirts that I am making are kick ass. And I bet this clutterfuck of a closet is going to kick My ass. We shall see....I plan on flying like a butterfly and stinging like a bee...
Friday, August 25, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I 've always wanted to live in Shell Beach....only I am worried a tidal wave will come. In school I learned that a tsunami would never hit the central coast because our coast curves inward....the biggest part of the deadly wave would crash further out. Or maybe I made that up. Mostly I just dream about tidal waves. I know what it will feel like right before it crashes....at least when it crashes in my dream. I'm easily overwhelmed.
And not just by the ocean.
Did you know there is a place called Esalen in Big Sur, California where you can go to workshops and learn shit like stone carving for the soul and how to use finger signals to tap the wisdom of the inner mind...finger signals... hmmmm. Or learn how to Free Your Breath, Free Your Life. What kind of a whackjob would pay to go to these classes?? Me! That's who....probably scoffing the whole time (and I suck at scoffing). Let me just say I really do believe in Art as Therapy. Disclaimer: I also believe a little too much beer is good therapy. So when I burnt the crap outta my toast I was very Pissed Off! But then, after immersing myself in Kindergarten Craftery.....Voila! I was once more at peace with myself....
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
My lip curls in disgust. It's an automatic repulsive reaction. When he addresses the union, I immediately want to throw something at the TV. He doesn't even finish speaking and I am already bashing what he said. I am embarrassed and ashamed that he is the president of my country. Puro Dixie Chix down, aye. He's so fucking smarmy and snide and cocky and assholey. Like one of those cruel smartass bullies from the playground. And that face, that mug of his: pure fermented gorilla ass. Sorry if I am coming off as a bit shy in my opinion of this dumb fucker bitch. What's a girl gotta do to start the impeachmnt process? And don't even get me started about his limp dick of a running mate.
Okay, I'm glad I got that off my chest. Hope everyone's having a great weekend!
Monday, August 14, 2006
Every family's got one, and I'm it. I don't say that to be self-deprecating or negative. I like my weirdness. Only maybe in smaller doses. The other morning I looked over at my two sons (Happy, my sullen girl teenager, was slumbering as usual, it was morning, afterall). My big son was making his own bookbag out of old corduroy...dreaded to beat the band. The smaller one was running around in nothing but a diaper and a tie-dye t-shirt...with two little wispy ponytails. I had just come in from watering my summer squash and got an overwhelming hippie vibe. Too hippy. So I started to think of all the non-hippy things I could do for the day. I tried to think of "normal" activities. Then I said,
And carried on.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Albeit, a tittymonger! Why did I put that Landfill title above my most precious munchkin's picture and how do I get it OFF?!?
I'm always a little antsy to click on Publish Post. Because that means it is Out There and I can't take it back. Or can I? I don't know how this thing works. And I find that I care about what you think....and I don't want yous thinkin i got a visit from the Dump Fairy. So that dubiously being said, I would like to introduce to you:
Pop-pops my smaller son.
Gathering handfuls (wheelbarrel sized) of tasty morsels for the Dump Monster. Being an eating, playing, shopping, consumer/American Family Woman, (w/more than her share of scrap/building material) is a Messy Job. The kinda job you need to rent a trailer for. The kinda job that stinks.
It's also rewarding and results oriented and all that bullshit. But right now, in the middle of this hotter than a jalapeno's coochie afternoon, I'd rather be blogging! My little fledgling will be ignored no longer.
There's something I gotta come clean about: I'm a bad weaner. See that little kid at the top of this post? Were you wondering what that toothy liitle fellow had to do with yardwork? Nothing, other than it's his yard and he's my youngest yard gnome. I can't figure out how to put the pictures in the body of the post....so back to my Bad Weanery: dontcha think he's a little too big to still be nursing? He looks about 4 yrs old in that pic, but he'll be 16 months next week. 16 months is a long time to be letting someone suck you dry and quite frankly, I'm getting real tired of it. See? Now that I've admitted I have a problem, I'm one step closer to solving it.
Monday, August 07, 2006
here we are mid-twist
No longer residue free & blowin in the wind like the previous bush-post!
sectioning all of it into one inch squares was challenging. and by challenging i mean a bitch.
And by bitch, we got it done! He won't be losing/using his brush Any more thanks to these waxy rolly snakey knotty nappy dreads of goodness.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Well, a long time ago....my poor, dear mother's roof leaked. Then, of course, her ceiling came crashing in. So she moved in with me and my two small children (my shortest munchkin had yet to be born). I must have wandered thru a field of poppies when I came up with The Big Idea to fix up her house. I thought I could do it in 3 to 6 months. So we left our beautiful exorbitantly rented house during the summer while the kiddies were out of school. We moved into a tipi in the backyard. For real. It was magical, living in a rounded space, we all loved it. Especially Zoe, our beautiful White German Shepherd.
My father, the great and powerful rough framer, (taught me a few tricks of the trade) was by my side as I arched many a square opening, gutted, re-insulated and put up a new lid. A whirlwind tore down walls (good thing I had carpenters to rescue me), even a weight bearing wall. They called me Sister Sledge. We moved out of the tipi and into a one bedroom half a house. Happy and G.( a girl and a boy) not only had to do bunkbeds, they also had to share a room with their Nana. I have since opened up the other part of the house, built my mom a walk-in closet and a few recessed bookshelves, arched, of course. So This is where I come clean: I've been at this for 8 years. And I'm still here. I've run out of steam. Lost my mojo. I wish I could either cast a spell or click my heels together...I still live with my mother. And she's a Great Mother (which gets me just a tiny bit closer to Loserville). Plus, I'm at the part where I need to know about gas lines and plumbing. And perseverance.
So there it is.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
So instead of posting I have:
1. Taken my mom to the Olive Garden for
2. Dreaded my 16yr old son's hair (for 2 days)
3. Sealed a tile job.
4. Gone for walks.
5. Read everyone else's blogs
6. Commented on quite a few
7. Treated diaper rash
After the rash I thought I should not procrastinate any more.