Nov 15, 2007
Ah but Christmas and Thanksgiving - those were SPECIAL bad times! And every year there would be that SPECIAL beating accompanied by "I'll make you remember Thanksgiving/Christmas 19__(fill in the rest of the year yourself - it happened every year). And guess what, I have remembered. And guess what, I HATE holidays. And guess what else, these are the times I hate HER! The rest of the time, I don't know what I feel about her, certainly not active hate, not pity exactly either. But I don't feel bad about not caring about this creature, my shrink didn't like her either LOL Sometimes numb is a good thing.
Oct 13, 2007
If a motor vehicle comes with a roll bar as standard equipment, shouldn't you be thinking long and hard about why?
My husband was watching our new little boy kitty chase his tail....
Husband: It must be nice to have a toy attached to your body
Me: Don't all men?
It took him 2 beats to get it...
Oct 12, 2007
He brings out a photo, matted and framed called "Wet Kiss" by Steven L. Miller - stunning! It is not a limited edition but it is signed by the photographer and the print was pulled from the original and printed, at the request of the gallery guy, on rag linen paper - so it looks very much like a painting - it's a photograph that looks like an impressionist painting - it's breath taking, really.
But I don't like the matting or the frame. It seems the photographer picked the matting and frame himself - bad choices! So little art gallery guy says "If you love it I will give you a discount (it's marked $389) - I wuff and fluff because the frame really sucks - it's expensive, you can tell, but just awful - I say "Well, it really needs reframing and rematting" - he agrees so I say "What the hell - it will be my birthday present to myself" Now the fun begins.
I start tearing through the mat samples - I know exactly what color would work - a silver gray - little art gallery guy and I are just tossing mat samples around, having a gay ole time (and I mean that in a very kind way) - we finally get the right mat then it's on to the frame - again, it's like two girlfriends in a shoe store - whee! "Try this! No, this one - Fabulous but maybe a bit bright - What about a blue - No, no that's textured!" Got the frame, with the discounts - my birthday present to myself comes to $380.18 !!! The frame and matting cost more than the print! Won't get it for maybe 2 weeks but I love it - It's mine!
As I was leaving, an artist comes in with a painting for a show of his they are having at this gallery - there are already 2 of his paintings hanging, both similar, one under the other - this new one he is bringing in is different in tone and color and subject matter - artist says "Where are you going to put this one?" art gallery guy says "I don't think we should put too many out before the show" I stick my 2 cents in and say "Take down one of these and put up this newest one" I had already told art gallery guy that he should separate the 2 paintings he already had up since they were similar and would distract a casual viewer from really seeing them. We all agree and switch out one of the southwestern landscapes for "Paris Balcony" - Voila! brilliant! Artist, art gallery guy and I all agree this new grouping shows off both paintings to advantage...
I take my leave and bounce on home - I have spent an hour and a half in this dinky little art gallery rearranging the exhibits; changing an artist's choice of frame for his own work and generally running amok ...
I had a total blast!
Oct 6, 2007
Where ever my curiosity took me, that's where I went and I never found anyone who wanted to go to all the places I did - so different social circles for different curiosities...Like Jerry Garcia said "What a long strange trip it's been"
Sep 23, 2007
I think that those who say they do not believe are afraid - afraid to believe and at the same time, afraid NOT to believe. It's hard to live your life afraid - And so we pray for those who say they live without Faith because, while they do not believe in the Divine, the Divine believes in them.
Sep 15, 2007
Anyway, I also was relating how my parents were either screaming at each other or weren't speaking at all - nothing like living with a bunch of extremists - and at the dinner table my father would say "Tell your mother that..." or the mother would say "Tell your father that..." As I got older I recognized the inanity of this and would say "I think he/she heard you" Dear god, these were supposed to be adults!!!! The person I was relating this to said "Ohhh - it sounds just like a sit-com" - And oddly enough, it does. Certainly in retrospect I've got to laugh at some of the dysfunctional nonsense that went on in my childhood home, but ya know, when it happened it wasn't funny at all. Not one little bit.
May 13, 2007
Have I watched too many TV shows? I loved my father, make no mistake about that, and certainly I was a “daddy’s girl” but you know my father never really “parented” - he was never involved in my life, I don’t think he ever knew who or what I was. He taught me much - practical things like how to pay bills, write checks, balance a check book. He took me took every museum in NYC; was adamant that I speak English correctly - all good and useful things to be sure but he never asked me who I was, or who I wanted to be. Do parents do that? Are they supposed to? I honest to god don’t know.
The female DNA contributor was another whole ugly story - I still haven’t figured out how to deal with her - Do I feel sorry for her? She was obviously a very, very troubled person. All the stories she told about HER abused childhood turned out to be false - was that her way of coping with what she did not understand? Did she not understand (no of course she didn’t) that she was emotionally disturbed? Did she have some inkling that her relationship with the world was not quite right? Were the stories (ok - lies) told to justify her actions? Too many questions for which there are no answers, and yet I can’t stop myself from constantly asking them -
I think it might have been nice to have parents and a family…
Feb 15, 2007
We do the dishes together every night, my husband and I, and that's romantic. He shares his frustrations with his job, and that's romantic. He goes to art shows with me, even tho he has no interest and that is romantic.
Is romance showing someone you love them? And how do you show someone you love them? Presents, flowers, sex? Is that romance, love?
No, for me it is sharing all that day to day "drudgery" known as life - my husband vacuums and cleans the bathroom because I physically can't do those things anymore - He can read my face and knows what I'm thinking - and that is romantic.
He thinks I'm smart and funny - and that's romantic.
And no matter how cheerful and upbeat I act, he knows when the pain is getting the better of me and he stops me from doing whatever I am doing and he does it instead - and that's romantic.
And we always hold hands - no matter where we are - it's an automatic reflex - if I put out my hand I know his will be right there...and that is romantic.
I'd rather have his hand in mine than all the flowers in the universe. And that's all I have ever wanted - someone to hold my hand and lie to me and tell me it's all gonna be all right!