Sigmund the Sea Monster on My Head

So the hunks of hair betwixt the blond and brown on my head have been kaleidoscoping for the past couple of years - it's been pink, purple, red-red, and the latest color was a purple that was supposed to be a blue - it was blue for about a week before it changed on it's own to purple, but I like the purp, so all was well.


See the purple?


When the purple finally faded, I decided to try a green that I had (they're Scruples colors) and it just didn't look right.


Kinda like I went swimming in a nasty pool or hung out too long in my pimp's foamy hot tub. Blech.


FOIL TIME! FOIL TIME!!!


I bought a turquoise, and left a little bit of the puke green, and it turned out a little something like this:


I like the turquoise - it looks like less of an accident. But I can't help but think it looks a little mermaid-y... or dare I say sea-monster-y? Ah, well...


I dragged Shane and Tully to Cliff's Amusement Park last week (sorry, I'm being too lazy to link things. Everyone knows how to Google, dammit!) and I have a babillion pictures...


Most of them look like that one. I was the photographer, they were the ride-monkeys.

My favorite monkey?


Yes, she is the cutest dog in the fucking world!! Challenge me, I dare you.


I need to update my links. I have more and more friends jumping on the Blogger bandwagon... OMG, bloggers I actually know in real life! Woo-hoo! Ariane?? You out there yet? And Nancy, goddammit, update your blog! I'm expecting concert pictures...

I'm off to nurse my angry stomach now - I have been having major digestive issues lately. TMI? Oh freakin' well...

Yeah, Whatever.

So I was in a "mash-up" show last week...


I did the top half. BIG SURPRISE it's a dodo-head. But bat-wings are new from me, and enjoyable. They'll appear again, trust me.

The bottom half of tentacles was created by the lovely Ariane:


That's her growling along with her snake kokeshi doll - I assembled some wooden kokeshi dolls, and rad artist-peeps painted them:



I half-painted one, but my painting skills aren't up to my strict standards, so it is hiding out right now until I complete Painting I this semester. I am my own worst critic...

Anywho, every work of art had to be worked on by more than one artist...


That's me, looking nervous and pathetic next to another of our mash-up creatures:


This time Ariane did the top half, and I added the bottom.

Speaking of bottoms, could my ass be any saggier in these pants??


Um, wear a belt, bitch. That is NOT acceptable!

I still like how the back of my hair looks, though.


Swoooping into the gallery...



This was my favorite piece in the show... I dunno who it's by, but I likes the bunny. Way-ridiculously cool. It was also the only already-sold piece in the show when I got there; go figure.


In other news, I love the fact that I now have an excuse to buy Yo Gabba Gabba toys - for my 'baby':


Tallulah likes to show Muno who is boss.


And that Foofa in the background shakes violently and sings when you bang her on the ground.



God I love her face! I want to own a chihuahua farm... be a chihuahua rancher.


Lucky is currently in love with the sheepskin I bought at Ikea:


Normally he's all about giving you the belly massage, but lately it's just makin' sweet love to the dead sheep carcass...

The House Where I Grew Up

Was avoiding responsible housecleaning as usual and stumbled upon a website that showed houses that were considered 'Historical Sites' and lo & behold, the house where I grew up (and where my mom still resides) is there.

I knew it was old, but now here is the proof - 1903! And the house even has a name: The Sherman House. And it has quite a cool pedigree/history.


The boys and my mom in front of the house - Don't ask me why Stone is making that face... I wasn't there.

Mi madre is currently selling it (she supposedly just has it on Craigslist) - it's worth a mint for the view of the Puget Sound alone.

It Hurts My Ears When You Open The Windows & Drive

I was just going to hold my breath til I got comments galore but then Raymi comments and ALL IS WELL in the universe because I'll admit the fact that I worship her everything-ness. I'm not too proud.

I made the decision that anyone who enters my bedroom today will get dressed up. Stone and Tully have taken the warning seriously and are avoiding my domain.

Ms. Tallulah Bankhead was a victim.

This pink dress is an XXS and barely fits her (it's too big)- she is so damn tiny! No dog clothes fit her! And if you know me, then you know that this is a TRAGEDY. Chihuahuas are meant to wear OUTFITS. I want her to grow, but I also DON'T.


She makes me swoon, but she also just shredded a kleenex that was used to clean up a dime-sized spot of pee that my husband forgot to put in an appropriate trash receptacle. It took her approximately 3 seconds to make puppy pee confetti. UGH.

Ooops! Bijou! You came in my room, too!


ZING! She fits perfectly in a puppy t-shirt that I purchased long before I purchased the Tiniest Dog in the World (it will never fit Lulah).

Can you tell that I am totally avoiding doing anything of substance today??

I learned this week that Tully has started putting pictures up on his own DeviantArt page... he's writing a journal there, too. It's silly and sweet (just like my kid) and I'm actually quite impressed with his grammar and typing skills. He's apparently in a 'Devil Duck' phase right now.

I also thought up a new punishment for Stone today. I told him that for every time he gets sassy or rude or disrespectful, I will take a nugget of Tallulah's poo and hide it somewhere in his room. One poo per misdeed. That can add up pretty fast, even when you're talking mini-dog-poop. If I had a mustache, I'd twirl it right now.

Stone laughed when I told him this, and then a look of fear passed over his face, and then he chuckled again; "You would never do that, Mom... would you?"

Gotta keep those teenagers on their toes.

Linkin Park A La Valency

Went to the Linkin Park concert last night...


Yeah, I had a couple of beers. That's Valency's Beerface. Ugh.

We went to Chama Brewing Co. prior to the concert... had some loverly raspberry beers with the boys...

This handsome one:


And these two yahoos:



It's kinda hard to see unless you click on it to enlarge it, but they do this ghey entertainment where you can text messages that they flash up onstage:

So silly!

Um, here is a question for any testosterone-addled male brains out there...


Where did you get the idea that flipping off the camera made you look cool in any way?


I'm sorry, but whomever gave you that message was sorely mistaken...


Give 'em the 'devil horns' or 'mahalo' if you can't fight the urge and you must contort your fingers...


Guys, this look does you no favors. Yeah, yeah, I love you too.

My husband knows what to do with his hands.


Yes, he likes to grab a tit. Go boobies!

This is one of the drunk chicks that sat next to us:



She gave me a cigarette which was a bad idea because they always make me feel like ASS later. I won't ever be able to be a smoker. But hey, it's a good thing.

The view from our cheap lawn seat:

Hola Chester!

Ending the evening with drunk Valency smashing her poor husband's face...


He is so very tolerant... that's why I love him so!

Death of a Dodo

My final project from Drawing II last semester...
"Death of the Dodo"


Lucky is quite the art critic.


There is a lot to see on it... Shane likened it to an "I, Spy" picture.


And this is what Tallulah thinks about wearing a harness and walking on a leash: