Hell YeAH! G. is ON his way!!

My very Firstborn, the one & only G.
is almost officially flown outta the nest.
SFSU here he comes as August 23 is his
first day of college. Will ya just look at
this fledgeling with his legs in the Push-off
position....and so fucking smart he knows just where and how high he can fly!






The Quintessentially Cool Big Brother will sure as hell be missed in this house.


Good brothers are hard to find.
His love of reading has served him well. Just like the other day when he was breezin thru the interwebs and happened upon the question of SAT's. In particular, were his scores higher than the man in the highest office Mr. Asswipe himself, Dumb Fucker Bitch -President (gag) Bush: Now sometimes I'm amazed at how smart G. really is but it didn't even surprise me when he found out Ole Dead Man Walkin/War Monger's scores were indeed Lower. G. is just smart like that. He is So Ready for higher learning. And I am so stoked that he's stoked that he's finally getting to GO.

I ain't gonna cry neither...

So Long, G. Farewell and may the road rise up to meet you, son! I am one proud mama who endeavors to NOT be a big pussy about this and get all weepy and over-emotional. I'll ask Happy to slap me, like Cher did in Moonstruck : "Snap Out of It!" Only because I love him so much I'm bound to be a big fucking mess....

Bye G.

I Love You. Now Go and....you know.

Fun with Pix & Changa

There is nothing in this world like undoing a very tight braid (especially if braided when wet). Bumpy waves of head rubbing goodness. Add a lil lip gloss (not stick) and a macrame choker necklace made by G. especially for me...and I feelz like kickin' some ass! Lookout aye, my great grandmother was a full blooded Yaqui Indian. I can feel it running thru my veins.

I need to get a new truck and a new dolly. A hodgepodge post

I really do like public transportation. A lot. And not just because I don't own a car....It's only $1.75 to get to San Luis Obispo where Happy and I went to join the elite Allied Forces at G.'s Queer Youth Group meeting. It was bring an Ally Night. I met a very nice woman who kept gazing at us 3 then told me I make beautiful babies! Such a cool outta the blue compliment.

We sat around a table and checked in/introduced ourselves. I sat between my two bigger kids (Pop-pops threw a last minute tantrum and wanted to stay w/Nana. Fine wit me) Happy & G. and I could feel the love. I felt a little bit like a movie star.

And now I'm in the mood to call a spade a spade only I can't figure out if I like these yard tools because they symbolize my POVERTY, Ingenuity or ECCENTRICITY....

SFSU Freshman get Orientation: So We hit Chinatown, this time.

G. has become my Favourite Co-pilot, ever. Also he had just been to San Francisco with his old boss (to the Opera!) so he knew where he wanted to go and show me.

We drank all the free tea in China....well almost, until Pop-pops got bored and rumbly.

Which indicated it was time for another trip to the gumball machine. And his new favourite thing: bribery. A 25 cent gumball goes a long way. Even the pink spitty one that rolled away.

The day was sunny and warm enuf for Pop-pops to get semi nekkers and drenched in the park sprinklers! Hicks, I tell ya....We really do know how to enoy ourselves while we are outta town.

G. is a fierce and happy young dragon....he wears size 46 kung fu shoe! And he just found out while being orientated that he is exempt from regular old freshman english and math because he took so many AP classes while in high school. So now his schedule is all freed up for more Music! Music. Music.

How fun it is to be a total tourist and think,

"oh look, REAL Chinese laundry." It was a very good trip.

Yes! California Cuisine is all healthy and raw and really really good for you.
It's just that my tastebuds don't like things that taste like stale-ass cracker/cardboard with a little ugly pile of smashed black and green olives. Or perhaps as G. said, like only a very young man new to the city would : "That was the most Expensive ass Pretentious lunch I've ever eaten." That there to

your left was my lunch called "abundance" Oh please, it was a few crappy crackers and some shitty little melon ball scoops of

hummus & smooshed olive....And here goes our luncheon conversation:

"Brother, give me the knife."

"No!"

"Give me the knife, brother."

"No."

We don't get out much.
All that or rather not much of that very healthy food we ate for lunch:

just made me want to eat one of them "world's greatest donuts." that were just down the street.

So I take back what I said about my brother being the town drunk. He has been Very Sober and helpful. When he is in his element, my brother Nathaniel is pretty much a consumate craftsman. I might even go so far as to say superb. I have seen it with my own eyes. He can sink an eight penny nail with 2 whacks of his hammer, perfect depth with no pecker marks. I have seen him walk the top of a wall, saw in hand and almost lose his balance only to gracefully correct himself and walk on. He got shot by a freakin nailgun in the heartsack and lived to tell about it. Plus he's been taught by our dad, so there you go. Well then, you can imagine my surprise when the old man whose patio extension we had just worked on called to say that his son told him what we had done out there was CRAP and that he didn't want me to finish the job. Huh?! What?!? Exactly his son thought was crap, he wouldn't specify...But I was not to come back. Well shit, before I got all indignant, I actually felt a little relieved. This son of his did not want me there in the first place. I could tell from the bad vibe and the way he threw his weight around. And he was supposed to be the masonry guy, so why was I out there with my head 2 inches away from his crotch while he steadied the pole (so to speak). I drove away proud of myself that even though I was put in that pervy position I was able to get a good swing in and hit the nail. On the Head. Maybe it was the way the old man wheeled up to me and said he wanted my brother to mark the spot where the post holder would go. "No, I want him to do it." not even giving a shit that he sounded all mean and petulant. I bet you it really pissed him off when I had to look him in the eye and say, truthfully: "I can mark it." Then made a big X with my lumber pencil. Huh. Oh Well, I've been fired by worse. I'm not gonna let it get me down, although I have been a little stymied.

This is Nat & me putting an arch in my mom's house. I designed it (hah! stenciled Happy's wrought iron daybed right onto the plyboard, more like) and he built it.

The good news it that I got to work (construction!) out in the sun for 2 days with my brother who loves me more than Rice and Beans (when he's tuned in) And he was so sober and his real self. And I got a $600 check fer my trouble.

We're EveryWhere!!! Proud Mothers of their sons (&daughters)

I was a full on proud mom & So happy to go w/G. to Gay Pride Day @ the Mission San Luis Obispo....We had a gay old time. For real. There were booths with really good food, a jumping house and bubbles, free stuff like water bottles for bikes and rainbow colored pens, and rainbow colored lolipops, rainbow colored People, it was pretty much All rainbowed Out. I won a CD from a radio station (the wheel landed on my lucky #6). It's called "The Defenition of an Ese" & Pop-pops new favourite dance craze: Lean like a Cholo (elbows out side to side). I also saw something so cool and sweet I felt like cryin'. A hippie chick w/light brown dreadlocks and her very slender Latina girlfriend, were sitting on the stairs of the mission, holding hands and waiting for the drag queen entertainment to start. I could tell that they really dig each other by the way they are draped into one another, practically embracing but in a nonchalont kinda way. I smiled at them and they were all happy and smiling right back. It struck me as evolved. Nobody would be doing that 50 years ago and Here they are just being themselves while the whole Plaza is roped off and having a Celebration about it. Right on. And anywayze, it was just a really fun day and we had a real good time.

Happy Tuesdays
are on
Hiatus

In case you haven't noticed already: Me & Happy have been laggin' on the dressing up and photo shootings of late....She's still a very serious young girl who wants to be a pin-up model and/or tattooed make-up artist, a musicians little sister and baby watching big sister. Very good at sleeping in very late (very early afternoon) grocery shopping for me with her little boyfriend in his truck(!) and going to the movies and beach on the bus. Self-posessed is my Happy (singin' along w/Al Green in her room) and that's just the way I like her.

Out in the backyard, cowlick & all

Pop-pops contemplates a haircut....

Nah!

Changapeluda and The Art of Second Guessing

While I haven't gotten back into the swing of things as nimbly as I would like, I haven't been fired as of yet....The night before I started this side job of mine, I was plotting out how I'd get things level and plumb and angled....That's a Lot to think about....and then to think I might not be right about how I'm going about getting these angles and measurements and whatnot...

So I asked my brother Nat to come to the house and walk me through it. Kinda lame and little sisterly of me but I don't care. Anywayze - come to find out...my dad taught us both the same tricks!...only my brother is WAY better at it then I am. So far I've only cut One ten foot pole a little too short but I can use it later on kinda thing....it's gonna turn out tits. I can tell.

Here's G. Levitatin'