On this last day of this YEAR of our Lord (cheeeese & crackers of fucktaculars) Twenty 20

 i,  a little bit turned into my mom:

Hermenia who actually put the MEAN in Hermenia ...oh my mom was famous for asking Very loudly/stern af with all the authority 

 - at family gatherings and PUBLIC gatherings - 

"WHERE?! Is the MOTHER of these kids??!?" if there were any brats anywhere near her or children generally misbehaving/causing probs, she was There to remedy that. 

December 31st, 2020

i was at the beach today w/an amiga who wanted to write 2020 in the sand and take pix of the waves erasing it (yeah yeah happy new year or whatever) 

this is wut it looked like out there today... it was beautiful and breathtakingly so... Literally 

very much not a good idea to be doing this:

at first i was tryin' to just enjoy myself at the ocean ... the beach was empty except for these people who were Not from around here, i could tell.. I most definitely Would Not let my kids out in that water, that's for damn sure.

then i watched them go around that cliff  ..earlier the whole family had tried to go over there but a wave got 'em and they ran towards where i was.. now the adults are chattin' away oblivious  when all's it takes is One second & the riptide's gotcha.  
my heart was Racings & i couldn't not yell out...from a safe distance  cuz of covid, of fucking course .. 

" I Wouldn't let them Swim in this!" gesturing to a not safe ocean to be fucking around with..the one kid's board didn't have a leash & that's a recipe for disaster, another scary ingredient:  the dad had his back turned so the two little kids  were going further where nobody could seee them! my stomach was starting to hurt. Ay yi yi my guts were Forcing me to do the Scoldy! in that WHERE-is-the-mother-of-these-kids voice mixed with my own sweet Ethel Merman theatre voice w/just a rad tinge of  full on California girl  lilt to it - i totally  Shouted i mean for sure..

 i was yelling like Hermenia de la chingada!!! - Over the crashing of the waves 

"Oh my God, they're over around the side IT'S making me soo nervous! I'm so scared For them!!" so the dad called them over.... 

2020 can't be over sooon enuf & it's the last day. 

OUT of the wooods !

 Hurray & Hallelujerz !! omg what a fucktacular x-mas THAT was. 

 

Felt like writing

 & i have nooo fucking idea why but in a CELEBRATORY manner even tho: 2020 sucks a Big greeeen donkey dick. But fuck it i'm gonna celebrate that i'm still HERE. still writing on this godforsaken blog or at least reader forsaken cuz gahhh i hope god didn't forsake Lickety Split Cleaning Service Blogspot... heh

so the impetus for this burst of wanting to writerly is a book i found down between the wall & my couch called ' What To Say When You Talk To Yourself'  by Shad Helmstetter,PhD. i picked it up for either 25 cents outside of Phoenix Books downtown or grabbed it in a free box cuz it sounds like that kinda title we shouldn't judge books by.  so far i've only read the intro and the acknowledgements which are solid thoughtful i guess.. i mean he's the guy that wrote this book so it's safe to say he's confident about the right solid thoughtful things ta say, n'est-ce-pas? 

as soon as i did my thing where i close my eyes and put my fingers along the edges of the pages of the closed book to Open it to the page i'm supposed to read... & i found pix of my kids i had stashed in there! 

Yayyyyy!! & an envelope i had kissed and a Large Olive can label ... so far this book is pretty Good! 

Lookit Happy & Pop-Pops eleven years ago maybe 12.. i like how they are Barely smiling 

some days are moar delicious than others

i guess i got inspired by m.c. escher 

& Frida 

 & somehow Maria Callas 

 

mushrooooms

 

Civil Rights 2020

every fucking time someone says All Lives matter it pisses me off so fucking bad... why can't stupit people fucking learn/get it thru their thick skulls that saying All Lives Matter in response to BLM is racist as fuuuucckkk??!?  

picture this... Thanksgiving dinner... a beautiful magazine layout worthy  table full of delicious food, served up hot & fragrant feast... someone just said grace, it's that fantastic holiday shared feeeling of soon to be yummmm  & Right then when everyone has their forks ready, their mouths prepared - 

Somebody lets out a Big Loud Juicy Sounding Fart...and it fucking STINKS it fucking Reeeks ...That's what All Lives Matter sounds (& smells like)

that disgusting fart would be bad at any other time...the juicyness of it so wet sounding that nobody is sure how much shit came out but shit Had to come out... it's the timing of it. At that particular time ..that's what makes it sooo.... fucked UP! 

Stop it. 

still posting pix of the kid for my mom to see

today i rode in the back seat of a nice car aaalll over san luis obispo, california! Following BLACK LIVES MATTER protesters

& it was the funnest time i've had in a loooooong time

stages/phases of coverage

Look who i ran into @ the supermarket!

"Later on neither I nor anyone will be interested in the musings of a thirteen year old schoolgirl . Oh well, it doesn't matter. I feel like writing." 

This magic rock formation and i had A MOMENT !

my back was hurtin' ... i walked up to this rock formation and leaned my back right up against it..aaahhhh!! it gave me a MASSAGE!!!! u can see where my feet planted

ahhhh i arched my back and looked straight up into the sky it felt soooo good i had to close my eyes

the kid at manuel's liquor

to be an artist All u gotta do is make art ! ha

My piano teacher was a little person....

her name was Patty Boyd.. i took lessons from her starting when i was 6. my fairy godfather, Jim paid for the lessons and a brand new piano from Owen's Music on Main St. in Santa Maria, California. i've honed lil stories about Patty... she gave me hand me down tiny lady's pumps...quality leather navy/black and light tan classic low heeled pumps that fit my 6 year old feet to perfection! my mom taught me to walk heel toe heel toe up & down the hallway. I loved Patty. She was stern and scary and tapped the tops of my hands with her pointer stick/scared the shit out of me when i wasn't counting out loud. I was a terrible student. Never practicing enuf but i Loved the piano and the lesson in her studio where i learned...i learned that i was loved & in return i love music & little people and my fairy godfather & a nice classic pump.

my best brother i ever had

A friend w/weed is a friend indeeeed.

 One time when i was catching the bus at the Pismo Outlets...I sat next to a handsome guy with only one eye and his left arm was missing from the elbow down. He was kind as fuck to me!  My heart remembers him so fondly...I think i fell a little bit in love at 1st site if you will(ha) with his missing eye...or rather the socket ...it was smooth, a lovely healthy skin color & pleasantly magnetically  concave..Mostly people with one eye wear a patch? I dunno...Anywhooo he introduced himself as Will...unironically Somehow... decidedly Unpervy ..just a positve vibe w/cheerful conversation about marijuana after the matter of fact part of the intro re:  his eye/half his arm being gone
It was a fucking car accident.
 When Will found out i didn't have any weed he was soooo generous to produce a nice fat bud out of his small ergonomic backpack w/a dangling metal hydro flask. Free gift from the universe, man!/From the kindness of his goood lookin' heart this Gift. He also gave me the skinny on a shop in Pismo down an alley where i could buy weeed! This was before it was anywhere near being Legal  - so of course way moar Fun. His smile when he advised to say Will had sent me was movie star magic....His one eye was sooo full of nothin' but goodness. Most times at that Pismo Outlets bus transfer, i wonder if i'll ever get to see him again.

Today is Sunday Funday & i feel like hangin' out w/the crows at meadowpark

we'll see how that goes..it's 11:02am & i think i'll knock out a coupla shitty chores and then make my way to the lovely park ...did a goog on wut healthy things to feed them...decided on some stinkyass expensive catfood i got for my girls. i'll take a lil handful & see if they like it!

Ladies Who Lunch

so i'm hangin' w/the big dog/queen heiffer/la jefa band mom.. LOVE IT. Every minute.  First of all she's a fount of wisdom and two: she's fun/nice/sweeet and best of all I'm part of that crew now. I'm That bitch! That band mom bitch. Fuck yeahhhhhh

we Still Love the bus soooo much