Quote of the day
“Womens don’t work.”
Hieronymus, almost 4.
Add comment February 20th, 2008
as of late…
These are the bags at my local liquor store. Aren’t they great??? They say JOYOUS SHOPPING! Joyous MillerLite indeed!
A little Japan-crafting for my ALMOST four year old, Salvador.
This was a thrifted stretch velvet mock turtleneck dress (ala late 90’s) that I reconned and sewed a pretty ribbon on, it is a bit too short for me, but that is what leopard print girdles are for!
Remember these from the Seventies? These remind me of being at my grandma’s. My rockin’ mom picked this up for my daughter at the thrift store, last week. I don’t recall them being quite so toxic! But we baked it up, and it was fun times!
And finally, these are my Warhol tights, and these sonsofbitches are old enough to VOTE!
2 comments February 6th, 2008
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong,
a homesickness,
a lovesickness.
It finds the thought
and the thought finds the words.”
-Robert Frost
1 comment February 5th, 2008
The Baldwins and the Superbowl.
Do not invite the Baldwin’s to your Superbowl party. They will drink ALL the beer, and pee outside, right in front of your neighbors. They will push and shove, and you know those Baldwin’s will double dip. They are big old brutes and bullies and attention-seeking whores. They are the kind of brothers that will wrestle right in your dining room, and break everything, and then hug each other all brother-like, and when you tearfully pick up the pieces of your chili-pepper appetizer dish with the sombrero in the middle, do you know what those Baldwin’s will do? They will laugh and hug each other, whispering something about bros before hos. And without even knowing the significance of Jackson Pollock pissing in the fireplace, one of those brothers is bound to try and put out your gas-log-fire with urine. They will punch each other in the arms and play kill the guy with the gun, and mainline cocaine right off of your coffee table, their big old heads, right in the way, so you cannot see the game. Oh, and you know that there has to be a Baldwin smell, you know those bigheadedbrothers, stink, a putrid mixture of Old Spice, stale beer, and man sweat. The Baldwin’s will never respect you, never thank you, never pick up a check, they would spill all the Chex Mix on the floor and then stomp on in crushing that stuff, into your carpet, while laughing and spewing pretzel crumbs across the room. The Baldwin’s think they are the coolest, and they aren’t afraid of anybody. Because they can team up against anyone, and you know they do not fight fair. So do yourself a favor and when those coked-up, drunk, sorry excuses for friends show up, pounding at your door, just hide behind the couch and do not answer the door.
Namaste, Satanic Dentists! Happy Superbowl!
Add comment February 3rd, 2008
Weekends are for fun.
I just went record shopping, and I bought my first ever Lou Reed record. And 2 Journey records. And a George Michael record. You pick the theme, because I don’t even know.
Going down to the ranch today, gotta rope me up some ummm Miller Lites. And Chocolate Chip cookies.
Oh and did anyone else hear about this Ron Paul guy? I hear he is a gynecologist.
1 comment February 2nd, 2008
New Art and a Crockpot
I have a crockpot. I am learning to cook in one of those things. This leaves me more time for beer and painting and chasing little children around the living room. Oh, and making a rasberry cheesecake.
Recent Art: Submitted for a Postcard Art Show, at the ISU Galleries. Well, it was SUPPOSED to be submitted today, but school is shut down, due to inclement weather. SO, it will be submitted Monday.
Add comment February 1st, 2008
