Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I, Changapeluda, CAN READ ANY ARTICLE FROM TIME MAGAZINE ALL THE WAY BACK SINCE 1923
(for FREE thank ya very much)
1. Say thank you to the bus driver when he gives you the transfer ticket and Hold Onto it til we can put it in our front right pocket but hold my hand the whole time.
2. Put the Strollie in the seat by the exit so we don't have to lug it on our swift exit.
3.If taking pictures of people on the sly - make sure the flash is OFF.
4. Have money ready and folded/easily puttable in the till.
5. Bring a good book/journal if it's a longish ride.
6. It's very important to Make ourselves comfortable and Enjoy the Ride....
Monday, June 23, 2008
Futzing with my View Picture and wanting to know which one i should pick that most indicates my Cleanliness, all lickety split like
the air i breathe is pretty clean, i take big huge gulps of it at a time. This was taken underneath my neighbor's walnut tree. i might use this picture because it reminds me to take a good deep breath.
"wants to keep ahold of them" so i politely told him hell no but that i would call him if i changed my mind. i was super nice about it but after i hung up the phone, i flipped it the bird with both hands.
I been doing a lot of Art Therapy. Building and painting and finding and gluing....i just finished Futzing with all of these pictures which i find tremendously relaxing/ gratifying. What makes it the Art part of the therapy for me (in my book, anyway) is when i look at the pictures i take - after i crop them and manipulate them and sometimes take all the color out of them, sometimes put all the color in that i can stand...when i'm done with it, i know i've gotten to My heart of the matter. No matter how strange and junky it is.
I cropped the hell outta this pic because i don't want to offend/scare/gross anyone out. It's best to leave the rest of my clean self up to the imagination. Or not. In my poor G.'s case - my biggest son has already been exposed to the breastfeeding of Pop-pops for Yeears....when on more than one occasion the dreadful weaner would just stop and expose me for flashingz....G. would just shrug his shoulder as if to say...."oh well" no use cryin over spilt milk For Real.....So hopefully this ain't nothin to him....I DO want to point out i am doing this in solidarity with someone. I very often get my motivation from watching this beautiful woman march to the tune of her Own Drumroll please. This partial portion of my Post is brought to you by the elegantly funky Miss Suzi Blu. I aspire to be as brave and prolific as her one day. This one's for you baby, con carino de su Nipomo Girl.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Hah! i luv it.