I know, I know... too much information.... but if you don't like it you can go to hell.

I didn't really sleep last night... I think I got maybe 3 full hours and I feel like total ass right now. I call it barftastic. I am not sick... All of this can be easily explained by my dear Aunt Flo. (The girls in the room know who she is)

So it is during this week that I get wordy and cranky, but I'll not subject you further to my foul, bloated mood. I want a heating pad, some rare red meat and my blankie, and I want them now.

More Jesus for ye...

What is it with me and Jesus these days?
I was putting new magazines out when a small elderly woman smiled at me while pointing to an issue of Harpers on display. She says to me "He's my favorite." I follow her arm to the magazine cover which happens to have a painting of Jesus on it. She then says, "I saw him once you know." I smile and said "Really?" and she responds "Then I had my operation... that was my miracle." and she walked away.

Because sharing is caring...

What gems can I share with y'all tonight?
Hmmm....

How about THIS? (Note: NOT work safe.)
It's a little late for Halloween, but it's still fun to play dress up!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to Ron!

I'm betting he was expecting me to do this yesterday... or even Saturday... But either way, today is not his actual birthday... actually that is a secret that only a privileged few know. It may have been yesterday... It may be tomorrow... It may have even been Thanksgiving Day! Who knows!

Saturday night we went over to Carrie & Tom's for a Jamming/drinking/goofing around evening. Ron took the drinking part seriously for a change... usually it's me who gets totally blotto and can't drive home. Me and Carrie went over to Carla's for the evening and played games and did a few Jager shots.

Yesterday Kenny & Carol came over and brought a Guinness cake with them! Thick, chocolatey goodness was had by all! Of course having that on top of the chinese food probably wasn't the smartest idea... I have pictures from this weekend, but as soon as Kenny & Carol left last night they took the soul of my computer with them and the darn thing crashed. Granted it had been doing that every once in awhile while I was playing SimCity... perhaps it's the universes way of telling me I need to stay away from the computer for a while and go make some art or something.

Strange Dream Alert!

I forgot! The other night I had a strange dream... I walked all the way to Maine in a green ball gown and kitten heels. I stopped at rest stop to see if Jennifer Aniston was there and then I snuck into an auditorium and listened to music being played. That's all I remember.

And I don't even LIKE Jennifer Aniston!

Angrylittlebitch presents Jesus!

I don't usually rag on other peoples art, but Jesus H. Christ THIS is weird. (religion is apparently fair game in my book.) Be sure read his story... and check out my favorites: Juggler, who looks cross-eyed to me, and Student. Looks like he's about to commit a level 3 sex crime to me... Hey baby, what you readin'? And of course, Clown, where he feeds babies to feral clowns.



artwork by Larry Van Pelt

Man who catch fly with chopsticks accomplish anything.

Actor Pat Morita died today. Full Story HERE.

YOU don't know gynecology! I DO.

HERE is more fucked up Tom Cruise news.

He must not ooze out indeed!

Cling wrap tucked him up.
He was a Pretty Woman,
Androgynous Roy.

Tin foil will not do.
A Traveling Wilbury
deserves cling wrap love.

Fat, fleshy, and pale,
Roy must be wrapped up tightly.
He must not ooze out.

Only the lonely
know how a self-slapped ass stings,
when cling wrap befriends.

By Daniel Nolan

For more haiku and stories about Roy Orbison wrapped up in.. ahem... clingfilm go HERE.

How about you?

Snagged this from "Didi".

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

This one is for the ladies...

I hope y'all don't view THIS before going to bed...
You've been warned, so don't blame me for the lack of sleep.

What is it about the word moist?

What is it about the word moist? I now know of three different women who have issues with this word. They do not like this word at all. One of them would have a small hissy fit at the utterance of this word... I'm not sure how the other two would react if taken unawares... perhaps I shall sneak up on them and whisper moist in their ear.

Is it a female thing? Would psychiatrists say that it is a fear of ones own arousal? Would the male equivelant be to dislike the word hard? Is the loathing of words a normal behavior? It doesn't sound normal to me, but then, I like words. This blog is proof of that.

But why moist? Moist is such a great word! Without moist you are left with... well, dry. Cake wouldn't be the same without moist. Neither would soil. Sponges wouldn't be nearly as interesting if they weren't moist. Not that sponges are interesting mind you... but you get the idea. You could use the word damp instead of moist, but it just isn't the same now is it?

The mouth makes some interesting movements when you say the word moist out loud. Go on... try it. It's almost like kissing the air. Is this the root of this strange word behavior? And the irony of this is subtle... you really wouldn't want to kiss someone if your lips weren't moist, now would you? Lip balm companies are banking on this... a whole industry based on creating moistness.

There is a word for the the fear of certain words or names: Onomatophobia. The fact that there is a word for leads me to believe it is more common than one would think. There is also a word for the fear of liquids, dampness or moisture and it is Hygrophobia. Perhaps the word moist represents two separate issues.

Am I the only one who thinks that this is weird? Are there other words that people don't like or fear, or is it just something about the word moist?

What did you learn today?

I learned an important lesson today.
I learned that when you try to get your Christmas shopping early (I'm about half done!) you must store all this crap in a clean, out of the way place until Christmas, which is over a month away. And then you have to remember where the hell you put it all!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to Kelley!
I hear she's in North Carolina on vacation with Taki & Dany.
I hope she has a wonderful birthday wherever she is!

Back to work...

It's back to work tomorrow... oh well... I have had a great mini-vacation, but it is now over. I did fun things, lazy things, productive things and a few things that may prove to be life-changing! Really! I did!

Wee Small Update

Friday I went to the Museum of Fine Arts with Carrie and Jack to see the Ansel Adams Exhibit. We had a pretty good time, even though Jack started to get cranky after a while. Art museums aren't exactly exciting to 4 1/2 year olds, but I think he did rather well all things considering. We were there for about 5 hours and most kids would have gone wild after 2. I thought the exhibit was interesting, but the lighting was poor... maybe this was on purpose so the pictures wouldn't fade? Who knows?

Yesterday Me and Carol had a table at a craft show in Townsend. We did pretty well... I think Carol did better than I did, but it was still fun and interesting. Let me know if anyone wants to buy any earrings, I have plenty left!

Strangeness Prevails!

Hello folks!
I know my postings have been sporadic and vague lately, but the last few days have been just jam packed! I have lots of things to write about but I will do that tomorrow because right now I am fucking TIRED! I have nothing planned for tomorrow and I am keeping it that way!

G'night!

A bad day at home is still better than a good day at work!

Not that today is a bad day...

Ahh vacation!
I am on vacation again... because I have more vacation days than I know what to do with. Yesterday I went to Concord to photograph The Sleepy Hollow Cemetery then I discovered THIS cemetery on my way out of town. I figured since I was parked I might as well walk around and I ended up starting my Christmas shopping. I continued the shopping thing today at Target with my mother-in-law and I am about half-way done. Not bad considering it isn't even December yet! A first for me! I hope to get all my shopping done in the next week or two so I can just coast through December. Wouldn't that be nice?

Now to take my car down to have the tree damage appraised then get back home and work on some Nervousness projects... or make more earrings... or write more stuff here... who knows! Who cares? I don't, because I am on V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N!


Later that day...

Y'knowhut?
I haven't even showered yet today... I should probably go do that 'cause I feel disgusting! I'm not really in the mood to work on anything but I know I should... perhaps a shower will help me focus.

Who is Banksy?

Banksy is a London street artist that I think is brilliant. I think you will think so too.
There is even a Flickr Group dedicated to photographing his stuff.

Well, like, totally gag me with a dental tool!

Ahh yes... there is nothing quite like waking up with a wicked stomachache and going to the dentist. Because having your gag reflex on high alert alone isn't good enough for little old me... no, I have to go to an office where a rather rough broad sticks multiple sharp things in my mouth causing me pain and repeatedly making me gag quite fiercely.

I warned her I wasn't feeling well and after being gagged multiple times I said to her those were warning shots, the next time it WILL be vomit. She didn't gag me again.

And then came the xrays... I have cuts all over the inside of my mouth from those stupid little bits of plastic coated film. My lips are all cracked and sore from being stretched every which way and my jaw aches from holding it open so long while a second woman shot radiation through my head 22 times. After all of this I imagine this is how a fluffer must feel after a "hard" day on set.

Eddie Guerrero 1967 - 2005

Full articles HERE... and another one HERE.

There are not many wrestlers I can place these days... but Eddie I can and remember well. I watched this man break his arm on live television and I will never forget it. He was old school all the way. Blessed Be Eddie.

Hand-cramping Goodness!

Just spent today making over 50 pairs of earrings. My hand is sore so I have to stop for tonight. I probably won't get to editing current pictures either because it's pretty mouse intensive... maybe I'll do that in the morning. In the meantime you can look at some of my old pictures or some pictures from Canada.

Also... I have a favor to ask all of you.
Would y'all mind looking at THESE PHOTOS and give me your honest opinion of some? I am trying to assemble a portfolio of sorts and would like some outsider input. Thank You in advance!


11:32pm
I did manage to get picture's up from Amanda's Bridal Shower and you can view them HERE.

Thoughts...

A Random sampling of things I thought to write about today.



Here is an excerpt from an email I sent to Ron earlier today:

The following thoughts have crossed my mind thus far:
- What part of "do not use that machine do you not understand?"
- Are you that fucking stupid? Did I miss a memo?
- Would I get fired if I shoved this book up your nose?
- Would I care?
- Hey dumbass, don't wave your check for $11,000+ in my face... go put it in the bank before someone steals it. (truly... I saw it.)
- Was I talking to you? No. I don't believe I was.
- Please speak in complete sentences... mind reading wasn't listed on my resume.
- Why don't you go bother someone else, hmmm?
- You obviously didn't understand me because now I don't understand you.

These are things I thought... I did not say them. Some evil part of me wishes I had. What is up with people today? Is it me? Am I emitting some invisible stupid ray that causes all who come within six feet of me to lose IQ points? Is this my new superpower? I deal with mostly rather intelligent people but today I am not so sure... and somehow I feel like it's my fault. Like I am the center of some small, hurricane like, invisible force-field that causes people around me to to go mentally blind. I am the eye of my own personal stupid storm. Welcome to Hurricane Duh.

I will go hide in my office now.

On a completely different note I couldn't help but notice that the japanese maple tree outside the window downstairs is particularly stunning today. The leaves are the perfect shade of red. I may try to photograph it at lunchtime if it doesn't start to rain. We have a similiar tree at home I may have to investigate as well.


Even later than before...
And as for the guy with the check... he is one of our "known regulars" and he was feeling chatty today and was flashing a government issued check for over $11,000, then he boasted about how according to his calculations it was thousands less than it should be. I know the guy has problems and probably doesn't exactly have it easy, but it's hard to feel bad for the guy when he is walking around carrying enough money to pay off Ron's new car.

I wonder what he will do with the money?


About 4:10pm
I think the stupid storm has blown out to sea... but then I haven't really talked to anyone since lunch. I have enjoyed my nice quiet office today... catching up on lots of sit down, sort of boring work. I can't wait to get home. Maybe I'll buy a lottery ticket on my way home... and if I win I'll write a check for $11,000 and shove it up that guys ass.

Okay, maybe that was a little harsh... I am not bitter. Not at all....

really.


4:30pm
I am just sitting here thinking how I can't wait to get in my car. Not only will it bring me home, but I will be able to listen to the new Gabaldon book as I go. Books on tape make me enjoy driving! And Gabaldon books make me want to try whiskey.

And the maple tree is even lovelier up close.

Oodalally, Oodalally, Golly What a Day....

I forgot to take a break at work today... so here I am at 10 minutes to 5 typing this entry to myself... I usually take a walk with Carol but it was too lousy out today to do that. I was just so into getting done what I needed to get done that I just didn't even think of taking a break. Feh...

I wish I could talk about some of the things I see and hear at work each day... but I am a good girl and don't want to get myself into trouble. I will have to content myself with writing about them in my private notes and y'all can read them when I am either dead or get my ass out of this place.

My last Photoshop class is tonight and I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand it will be nice to be able to get to bed earlier on Wednesdays so I am not so damn tired Thursday mornings... it will also be nice to not be out of the house three nights in a row each week. On the other hand I like the class and I like learning new things. It's good to keep the brain flexible with regular exercise.

I am looking forward to having a long weekend this week, even if one day will be spent at my future sister-in-laws bridal shower. It's only Wednesday and I am so tired! I also took off most of next week to prepare for the craft show that me and Carol are doing and, horror of horrors, start my damn Christmas shopping. *shudders*

And speaking of Christmas shopping... As you all may recall we did not buy any holiday gifts for anyone over the age of 18 last year, with the exception of immediate family. We are broke, you are broke, everyone is broke! Let's try this again this year shall we? Don't buy us anything and we won't buy you anything and we'll all be happier and less frazzled.


About 5 hours and 44 minutes later...
I am home now... class is over! It was alot of fun and very interesting... now I have to try and put what I have learned to good use. Shall I use my new powers for good or for evil? Mwa-ha-ha-ha!!!!

Good Morning!

I actually got up and did stuff today! WOW!
I did a load of laundry, updated my personal journal, scanned and uploaded photos and... well, okay that's all I did, but hey, it's something, right?

I am still picking away at the mess on my desk... and I am WAY behind on old Nervousness projects and with that site coming back soon I have to get my ass in gear.

But now it's time to get my ass to work.... feh.

Picture Update!

- Silly Halloween Pictures
- Halloween Self Portraits
- Cemetery in Millis
- Saturday Night at Tom & Carrie's
- Sunday at Cal & Kara's

A Busy, Busy Week!

What the hell have I been up to all week? Why haven't I posted? Where have I been? Well, here you go!

Did you miss me? I have been busy... I have been taking a Photoshop class on Wednesday nights, which after working Monday and Tuesday nights leaves me pretty fucking tired... so I didn't post then. My last class is this week.

For those of you who haven't heard, there was a fire in Kenny & Carol's apartment building. No one got hurt, but as you can imagine everything smells like smoke and melted plastic. I wonder if their cat, Ginger, has forgiven her for unceremoniously shoving her into a carrier and being rushed out the door when the alarm went off. We went over to check on them Thursday night, so no posts from me that night. Buy Carol a drink and she'll tell you about it.

Friday night I went shopping with my mom and my sister for Amanda's bridal shower gifts. We went in on it to save money, and I had a coupon! Woo-hooo! Coupons! I got home late, pulled something resembling dinner out of my ass and then it was off to a hot date with a heating pad on my cramp-filled guts. Be glad I didn't post that night!

Saturday I spent the day doing something special with my husband. One of these days I will tell you about it, but for now, it's my little secret.

Saturday evening we went over to Carrie & Tom's house so the boys could play. Taki stopped by and joined in... One of these Saturday evenings we'll have to go kidnap Kelley, or maybe meet her somewhere. Stan hasn't been coming because he's been busy with school. Hey Stan! Hey Ali! Hey Kelley! We miss you guys! Pictures from the evening will be posted soon, but we got home too late to post anything.

Sunday we went to visit Cal and his new girlfriend Kara at their new apartment. Cal just spent three weeks in the hospital after falling from his third floor front porch while moving into his new apartment. Cal is doing surprisingly well... he didn't break any bones! He had a bruised heart and two collapsed lungs though and he still has some pain from being sliced open from throat to navel and having his sternum broken to get at his lungs. *shudders* His new nickname is Spiderman.

Kara and Cal seem to suit each other very well and they make each other happy. Cal's daughter Josie and Kara's daughter Gwen seem to get along pretty well... until someones doll goes missing that is! Ahh... little girls! They are both adorable though. The four of them make a good looking family. We got home way too late to post anything then too...

This morning I was all set to get up, throw in a load of laundry and start editing photos, posting stuff, balance my checkbook and be all kinds of constructuve but alas no... The electricians showed up to re-attached the meter to the house and repair the wiring damaged by the tree that fell over two weeks ago. They cut the power about 5 minutes after I woke up. Grrr... I did managed to get caught up on the checkbook though... aren't you proud of me?

So, there you have it... a busy, busy week. Admit it... y'all missed me, right?

The Return of Bagpipe Man

It's a beautiful 70+ degree day today so I left early for work to stop at a cemetery. I decided to head towards Millis today. There is an old, old cemetery there that I have only been to once and thought it was time to stop by there again.

The wind is just strong enough to blow the leaves from the trees and stir the ones on the ground slightly. My hair is blowing around gently, but not whipping me in the eyes. The air is clean and crisp and it finally smells like fall. Wandering from stone to stone I realize that today is the perfect day for walking in an old New England cemetery.

Today I am shooting polaroids and digital photos. I lay down beneath a nearly bare maple tree... yellow leaves all around me. I aim my digital camera up into the tree and photograph it's stark naked beauty. I lay there for a moment with my eyes closed listening to the wind swoosh through the bare branches thinking peaceful thoughts, wondering what me hair looks like mixed with all the yellow leaves.

I hear a noise that sounds like a car door closing, but I didn't hear anyone drive up. I lay still to hear what comes next, expecting to hear footsteps crunching on the leaves. I don't hear crunching though... I hear bagpipes.

I have run into this man before. I have often heard him practicing around lunchtime in different cemeteries in the area. I lay there and listen for a while and wonder who this guy is. I look up around the tree and see his shiny red car and I know I have seen him before. I am guessing he practices on his lunch hour and what better place than a cemetery? I have seen him often enough that I wonder if he recognizes me.

One of these days I will get up the nerve to talk to him and find out what his story is.

Dias de Los Muertos!

Or The Days of The Dead as it is known here.

For two days the souls of the dead return to visit their families and friends and receive offerings. This is a joyous occasion, people do not cry for their loved ones at this time because it is believed that tears will make the path back to visit the living too slippery to travel.

So go on and think about someone who has passed on and smile, and with the weather this beautiful I am going to go visit a cemetery before I go to work.

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- DayofTheDead.com
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- Diadelosmuertos.us
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