I LOVE CEREAL

I must come clean and admit that i have posted 2 Crazily Artsy Fartsy posts. Only to go back into my dashboard and save them as drafts....I don't know if anyone saw them except G. & he thought they were too weird to comment on so i just pulled them....sometimes i have to edit my Super strange stuff Out because i scare myself....which just makes me want to put them back in....Scarey is sometimes fun. Speakin' of scarey; I been treating myself to tasty morsels of short story scariness with this book:

but only in broad daylight and only 1 at a time. I just finished a dooozy called "You Know They Got a Hell of a Band" in which a young couple gets lost on a lonely old road that leads to this little town out in the middle of nowhere. They go into a diner; Janis Joplin is their waitress and when she laughs, maggots fall out of her mouth. It's a lovely read....Maybe i'll re-work my posts and put them back in.

Golden Tuesday

these were shot outta the back passenger window of my best babydaddy's range rover.
i shot the first one with the window Up....i ended up flashing myself in the face but the picture turned out quite cool if i do say so meself....after that i verrrry carefully hung my kodak just outside the moving vehicle in the 65 mile an hour wind (draft?) to snap the scenery that was passing me by. i felt like a worried new mother holding her newborn doin' that. i knew if i lost my hold - if i dropped it This Time For Sure - it would be the end of the road for my beloved camera.

And for the last pixeliciousness:

- Golden AND Groovy -

Happy Tuesday everyone!

Oh, I forgot to tell you!

Right in the midst of all this Hula-Balooo (why is there - ALL THE TIME - hulabaloo???) So let's just list some things that are happenings so you don't think i'm - ALL THE TIME - such a Drama magnet/queen/hulabaloo hog....Please keep in mind this all happened within ONE WEEK.

1. Foreclosure on our house started the 16th of May
2. Found out Aunt Glory Be has leukemia (now we don't know if it's treatable)
3. My mother's Lupus came outta remission.
4. The gas pipe in the kitchen from 1945 leaked like a motherfucker and the house almost
Exploded so we had No Gas until we could afford a plumber
5.So the microwave stopped working/popping popcorn (gah!)
....and LAST BUT COITENLY NOT LEAST: The damn dog got sent to THE POUND! Zoe Pearl Hernandez, the exceptional white german shepherd that i love so much, followed us to the Bus stop which she never does....on a day when i couldn't just miss the 8:40 and catch the next one. She did a sneaky stroll by right when we got there. Like she had been hanging back but showed herself right when it was too late to walk her skulky ass back! (it's only like a country block away but the Bus! the busss was pullin on up) So i told her in my fiercest alpha voice to GO HOME and she skulked off towards the house. Only she ended up at the drugstore then they took her to the stupid vet's. The drugstore people gave the vet people our name and number (the people at the drugstore know my mom Really well)and they (the vet people)still called the pound because nobody answered when they called(what is Up with that?)I was @ Dewbug and my mother was on a frenzied steroid induced road trip couldn't they have tried again? It's a vet's place of business & it's not like they aren't equipped to hold a dog for a little while ...Zoe is not a strayer or a collar wearer. We have no fence and i refuse to tie her up because she's a very Good Girl (she's the best is what i usually tell her) so it's really all my fault. But still! $120 it cost to get her ass out! One HUNDRED and twenty Bux, that's a lotta money. I wanted to buy a webcam but instead i had to bail my dog Out. I couldn't let them put her to sleep, could I? Awwww, not my Zoe Pearl. That Bitch....

Welcome to my Living Room

SO:

if i were to ever get a tattoo which i won't because even if i could afford it, i have better things i would spend my money on (like my 3 kids & my mom & oh yeah paying off Animal Control!) ....but if i did get inked, my tat would be in script like a cholo's, located across my shoulders - It would read:

KEEP ON TRUCKIN'

hey! i think these are those rims that i love so much that got stolen and

RE-turned.....i found this negative behind the console stereo that's been spinning my brand new to me (3 in mint condition - $1.25 @ the goodwill)Peggy Lee Albums(!) They're sitting on the piano in that top pic....Oh it sounds glorious up in here. I wish i could borrow your ears so you could hear it.

Also: My fav. Aunt Glory Be who is doubling up on the dialyses and chemo - got sprung from the hospital on Tues. Yesterday we played Day Spa & did Treatmentz at her house (eucalyptus essential oil y todo) and today: SHE CAME OVER to our house for a visit! She looks good and [becuz of that] I am having a Happy (w/a touch of BLISSful) SUNDAY.... i wish you the same.

6 artsy fartsy Projects of the Apocalypse

(so what - i make out w/inanimate objects & also; i kissed my sanity goodbye ages ago)

The other day, some long haired hippy kid walks up to me at the bus stop as i am crouched down taking some funky picture that i can't even find anymore (i just looked in my kodak easy- share for like 25 minutes. where is it?!? gone? kinda not so easy to share....) so check out the one at your right instead, if you will. It's just as groovy with my flair for wtf- so anyway this kid,

he asks me very friendly like if i am an artist. And do you know what i said?

NO. i said no. I am not an Artiste. That i just liked to take groovy pictures.

What i really meant was YES! yes i am an artist. maybe...Sorta. Except i work at Dewbug Daycare and i'm mostly a single mom wannabe carpenter (that never builds any houses but knows how if she needs to) Only i don't ever hardly - okay sometimes finish my artsy projects. Did i lose you? Or are you still with me....I know this is confusing for you. Sorry. I'm also confused...what the hell am i doing? What am I? who am i OMG is this a mid-life crisis???

I don't know (&don't really care) any way here is something i like to call the

Six Projects of the Apocalypse that keep multiplyin' into 6 more

Wanna see???

this is some before

this is during and God ONLY knows what's coming after this. All's i know is that i am some sort of bizarre artist who really loves making her funky art/strange things/found angels of dyed wood & broken mirrors. I love it as in can't really live without it. Even though i don't know what i'm gonna do with it once (if ever) it's done. Or i'm done with it or it's done with me.

On My Way to Glory Be's

No pix could show you and no words can convey

just how cool my brother Albert really was. Today would have been his 45th birthday. I wrote about him [in my haphazard journal] today on The Bus, the bussss.....i wrote about the still freshly wounded/bloody Yearnings i still have to see him and/or just Be with him....how can that be when it's been almost 24 years? How come he's the brother that had to up and Die on me, anyway? That's the real Pisser. He's the Best brother i got and he's dead and gone. He was so good to me. He was good people, as G. would say. And he was a Really good dancer. We would watch Soul Train and American Bandstand and Albert could not only do the dances (he caught on quick), he would also teach me (not so quick). We wanted to go into showbiz together....like Donny and Marie. We actually practiced routines and made costumes. Theatre Geeks in the making. When he was a freshman in high school, he won a dance contest at the Santa Maria Towne Center. He and his partner Chandy won a free trip to Magic Mountain where they were in a big competition. He made sure i got to go with them. It was odd in a very groovy/cool way just how close we were. Once, when we were at a gas station, someone thought i was his wife. He thought that was funny, so he just smiled and didn't correct them ....i know that sounds creepy but i loved him for doing shit like that. When we got back in his car, we had a good laugh about it, then (so you don't worry, i'm just weird, not Sick)we both said, "ewwww." Then More laughter, always more laughter. I got to ride shotgun in his white '68 Mustang that he drove way too fast. He had a button that said "Fuck it!" pinned to the sunvisor. We were each other's closest confidantes. Sometimes i feel like he was my ticket outta here [poverty/the ghetto]. And sometimes i feel like i'll pull myself up outta here for the both of us. We were twins, you know. Double gemini, him and me. I wish he were here. Happy Birthday, Albert. I miss you something awful.

Third Birthday with Maximum SPF

We loaded up the beach toys and towels and blankets and headed to Pismo Beach for the WHOLE day. I coated the birthday boy Down with Coppertone 55 continuous spray action as soon as we got there. Good thing i did because the unsprayed: Got a Birthday Burn. Bad. We still had a blast, though. Sunny Pop-pops has a new arms stretched wide pose that he's rockin'. It speaks to his new three year old attitude. He's lovin' Life, Con Gusto!

अह्ह्ह्ह्ह्छ नुट्स!!! And Happy Tuesday, tambien.

The cool curvaceous recently enabled Hindi writings says: Ahhh, Nuts!!! Which is kinda how i feel...i mean really how i feel. I can't figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. Nothing sounds good. I want to blog and i don't want to blog. SO MUCH is happening in this messy crazy wacky jam packed life of mine and yet ....and yet i feel like i'm letting things slip thru my fingers. I'm extremely happy and content with my family, & so stressed about the house. This last weekend:

I was rushing around getting SUNBURNT at the beach for Pop-pop's THIRD birthday. Saturday I was ratting out Happy's hair for the Prom. I was writing a heartfelt letter to my congresswoman on Friday and we saw resultz/heard back in 45 minutes. My mom is now in touch with the Senior Legal Defense. On Friday, we found out my favourite aunt has a rare form of Leukemia. There was a lot of time spent on the phone (ugh!) with her beautiful girlfriend Kim who saved my aunt's life by getting her to the emergency room on time so that she could go thru multiple, invasive and conclusive tests that detected this rare disease. It would have been fatal if they had waited one more week. Now she's going thru chemotherapy. Her name is Gloria but i calls her Glory Be. She's gonna live. And so am i. And as you can see here by these two scanned polaroids: It really and truly is a Happy Tuesday. For sure.

Mama Mia! OMG!

So my mom's Lupus "Flared UP" (as she puts it). It had been in remission. This is some serious business that can be controlled only by Strong meds. She is on Prednisone which is a STEROID. My Mother is all Juiced UP with her flare up. OMG. She is on the constant GO. She pulled the car up onto the front lawn and handwashed it, vacummed it out, did her toe nails, went to visit her sisters, ate @ Red Lobster with them, tried to take Pop-pops to HomeDepot to get more sand for his sandbox ( i said NO as i envisioned her slingin' 50 lb bags over her shoulder) so she visited her best friend Bobbie Villegas, went to the Dollar and Grocery stores, gave Happy a ride to town to do her electronic media project. ALL IN ONE DAY. That was when she was taking the highest milligram dosage of roids....now the dosage is tapering off so she's just doing triple the YELLING and has crazy ass violent tinged mood swings. It's like talking to the wall when i ask her kindly in my most non-confrontational way to Sit Down and take it easy, man. I neeeed me some subdue-ing type of Angels. Strong ones.

Yay for California!!Yay for Equality! Yay for Evolution! Yay for Love!!

I kinda can't suspend my disbelief about the whole INSTITUTION of it all but i'm still pretty stoked about it. And G. - I know this is not a TRUE RAINBOW (so?) but this one has got some दर्क्नेस in it.... woooo hoooo.

Oh yeah, Today is Mother's Day. Hope it doesn't SUCK.

i know.....i should write for Hallmark. So i made my mom another iron-on artsy fartsy cuz i'm poor thing-a-ma-bob. On a hooded sweatshirt. She totally Loves it( & we love her). For real, though: she does love her mother's day present. She wore it to church. Anyway, Happy Mutha's Day, these flowers are from the yard. And it's a beautiful day.

Corazon!

When the odds are sayin'
you'll never win
that's when a grin
should start.
First, you gotta have heart!

I was on a roll, people! I had one Saturday afternoon, without distraction (sorta). I was fiercely focused on Completing something con corazon. I Got such a kick/satisfaction out of it that i completed 2 more! I been gettin' down to the heart of the matter:

So very much has been going on with the house not going into foreclosure, then finding out that it is going into foreclosure. Finding out letters i have written in anger and self-defense have been Shared with aunts and uncles. And most importantly, Finding out through a paralegal that we Do have rights! This beating that we have been taking is about to STOP. And while I am so much more a lover not a fighter, i'm having to put up a FIGHT.

So i'm fighting with my whole heart in it. Only, i really don't want to.