It was the end of the loaf...that last little blackened hope for toast.

Que Viva Art Therapy!

I was in the mood for some peanut butter toast. When I put the bread in the toaster, I thought..."I'm so glad my clever little baby doesn't pull the ole switcharoo on my toaster settings." I was looking forward to some warm toast slathered w/PB & Honey....There was confidence and just a smidge of melancholy as I pushed down the toasting lever & remembered my therapy sessions. I came to the computer to look at the pictures & check my e-mail. So right around the time I started missing the sound of my delicious toast popping up, I looked over and saw the smoke, silently billowing from the kitchen. Hah! Was it my subconcious artsy farting or just Pop-pops back to his old tricks? I took my burnt offerings outside and placed them on my table of rocks and shells. Only to have both slices eaten by either the dog or the cat. Art eating mother f'ers. Good thing I had back up burnt toast.

Bjork - It's Oh So Quiet

Bjork - It's Oh So Quiet release date: 9-12-1995

Lickety Split Cleaning Service Royale

Lickety Split Cleaning Service

I must come clean

And admit I come from Royalty.
This is my mother in Guadalupe, California. 1953.

Now do you see why it's important that I finish building her this castle?

Tunnel under Highway 101 Blues

Mas G.

As Girl of Approval Wishes

G. Wanted in on Happy Tuesday

So, as not to leave anyone behind, Happy and I incorporated 'im. My biggest son had a more ambitiously Happy Tuesday in mind. He wants to use this shot of him (and his shadow Kokopelli) for his senior portrait. Oh, if things were only that groovy. In other good news: after auditioning for the Nipomo High School production of the Wizard of Oz (!) G. was selected to play the part of the Tinman. Woot! Perfect casting in my book, because as you know: "Oz never did give nothin' to the Tinman, that he didn't, didn't already have."

California Is On Fire!!!

But in Nipomo, we are only getting ashey and creeped out by the eerie glow of the Sun (bad video orange-ish). Not to mention the wacky warning from the local news to Stay Inside if you have breathing problems. What?!?!
As an inside activity I mixed the shit out of some media (as you can see above), kissed my kids a whole buncha times, worked on the arch to my art studio, and broke my vacuum cleaner. How are your inside activities goin'?

It Was Still A Happy Tuesday

Even though: My babe had a fever, my art studio is a disaster area, I got no sleep, we had an emergency plumber problem (which included me and a bucket)....But the show must go on! The player played on....

I knew when I started this blog that I wouldn't be all that timely, if you know what I mean....I had misgivings about commitment. But the good news is that I feel like I'm neglecting my little site here if I don't write for a few days turned into a week....Ever the autistic Pollyanna, I'm turning that into inspiration. I tell my kiddies all the time: aspire to be easily inspired. I've been quoted on that in a high school essay. So I'm thinking I made it up. It's written in lumber pencil on many a drywalled arch...Textured and painted over but it's still there. Aspire to be easily inspired! Try it, you'll like it.