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Maybe your parents were happily married, or maybe your Mom watched a lot of t.v. to escape from her loveless marriage.  And maybe you knew where to find her, based on the day of week and time of day.  Maybe, like me, your Mom had crushes on men with big hair.  And maybe your Dad was just a little too square.

MacGyver & The Hoff

MacGyver & The Hoff

Magnum P.I.

Magnum P.I.

Neil Diamond

Neil Diamond


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This morning with coffee, scarf and leather gloves, moving in same direction to same destination…


I felt as if I was going to cry.  You know the sensation. Your stomach is suddenly in your throat.


I traced my thoughts …

“What should I post on my blog?”

“Was that puke on the sidewalk?”

“I want to write about that person, no too dangerous too much drama”

“These jeans feel tight”

“I wish I wasn’t insecure”

“Was that a drug deal?”


The thoughts went on.  I thought about why I started blogging.

I quit my job.  Good decision.  Job was hell. Life has improved tremendously. I am broke. I started fostering teeny tiny motherless kittens.  Lots of poop and lots of wildly tender kitten love.


I started drawing.  My husband encouraged me to draw.  He encouraged me to blog.  Number one fan.


I thought bloggers were weird.  Desperate for attention.  Embarrassed to join the order of the publicly needy,  I searched for bloggers possessing a restraint against utter self-indulgence.  They weren’t hard to find. I even found blogs I indentified with. Shocking.

http://lolaisbeauty.blogspot.com/, http://cheramibird.blogspot.com/, http://www.smosch.com/, http://scout-holiday.com/blog/, http://campcomfort.blogspot.com/, http://kindraishere.blogspot.com/, etc.

I thought about people.  My mom and her pirated inheritance.  She took what wasn’t hers to take and ran. Disappointing but expected.  She’s just doing what she’s always done.


And then, a thought I have quite often rethought itself. People are both incomprehensible and predictable.   The conversation with my husband last night, we talked about people that believe they’ve got all the answers to the biggest unknown questions about life.  Really?  Because nobody knows. I mean nobody really knows, right?  It gets personal when they think their answers should be mine (or ours).


I laughed when I pictured myself giving unsolicited advice.   Lecturing, pontificating, or “challenging” as some folks I know like to call it.

The thought was both gross and hysterically funny.

Me? I barely get life for me.   And I’ve been hanging with me for thirty years.

Self-righteous people make me itchy.

But I judge (superficially and morally).

I even take pleasure in predicting the next thing (certain) people are going to do or say.  I think a lot of people are boring.

So what’s the difference?  Does my judgment equal the weight of theirs?  Would we balance the scales?


My brain scrambling up thoughts about right vs. wrong,  finger pointing and blame.  Yuck.  I dislike the finger pointing game.  It’s endless. A trap.

I stood waiting for the light to turn.

Nothing new entering my mind, nothing different walking home.

I unlocked the gate knowing I would continue to hangout with people who value what I value.  Originality, introspection, equality …. just in case you were wondering :).

I will do what I love and hope others are choosing to do the same.

In the deepest most stable part of my heart.

In the deepest most stable part of my heart.


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Ok, so making fun of emos has gotten popular these days.  Let’s face it, emos are easy targets and they are pretty much harmless.  After all, they are self-loathing and lazy.  Seriously, how much work does it take to put on a little eyeliner? Now goths and punks on the other hand show true commitment to their exterior statement. But emos?

Indulge me for a moment… but what’s with the reigning king of emo?  He seems like a poser to me.  I mean he married Ashlee Simpson and is fathering her child.   Isn’t her Dad a psycho Christian pervert from the South?  It would be one thing if they rebelled against old Joe Simpson but they don’t, he is still her manager. I just don’t get what is so alternative about Pete Wentz-Simpson?  I have to say it, the Fall Out Boy is not a rogue or eccentric pioneering musical influence or any shade of rebel. The dude was on the cover of Out Magazine with the headline “Yep, I am a fag” and later he said “it’s all because I know that I am going to get a reaction” and that he is sexually attracted to men but only from the waist up.  I don’t get it.  That doesn’t even make sense.  He just seems silly to me.  Is this what has happened to our rock icons? Remember Bowie?  Remember the Stones (pre-hab) or Michael Jackson (pre-Neverland)?

With all that being said I can actually relate to the emo world.  I mean I liked Sunny Day Real Estate and Shudder to Think.  Didn’t everyone like the first Jimmy Eat World song they heard?  And I’ve had my share of moody days.  I also have bangs and I wear black eyeliner.

In an effort to establish truce between myself and the emos of the world, I offer:

The EMO Career Guide : careers to consider as an alternative to starting your own band.

Inspired by Pete Wentz

CHAPTER ONE: Emo the Yodeler


CHAPTER TWO : Emo the Magician


CHAPTER THREE: Emo the Belly Dancer


CHAPTER FOUR: Emo the Bearded Snake Charmer


CHAPTER FIVE: Emo the Mime


CHAPTER SIX: Emo the Trapeze Artist


CHAPTER SEVEN: Emo the Figure Skater


CHAPTER EIGHT: Emo the Matador


CHAPTER NINE: Emo the Maestro


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Straight from Flag Land Base in Clearwater, California, The Church of Scientology announced the formation of their own synchronized swimming team.  They plan to compete in the 2012 Summer Olympics which will be held in London, England. The paparazzi claim they’ve spotted Tom Cruise “courting” Michael Phelps over an expensive 12,000 calorie meal.  In response to the accusation, Tom (team captain of the Synchronized Scientology Swimming Team) responded, “Look, my wife knows I love her and she knows I would never cheat.  And besides, Olympic athletes are the type of fanatical geniuses perfect for Scientology.  They believe everything can be cured with physical exercise and vitamins.”

When asked if they plan to represent the United States of America, newest celebrity convert Will Smith stated, ” We support the United States of America but our alien souls belong to Galactic Confederacy, therefore we will be representing Galactic Confederacy.” Will Smith continued to thank Tom Cruise for suggesting he become a method actor.   He said, ” After all these years of starring as the hero in countless Science-Fiction alien movies, I finally believe what I am saying is true!”

Below is a picture taken at a recent team practice aboard the famous Scientology cruise ship Freewinds.

Clockwise, starting with the eleven o’clock hour Tom Cruise, at one o’clock Will Smith, three o’clock Lisa Marie Presley, five o’clock John Travolta, seven o’clock Jason Lee, and nine o’clock Juliette Lewis.


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Here are a few glamazons I sketched up to get you inspired for the fun gatherings ahead.






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If you haven’t already shaved off your beard in an effort to clean yourself up for Thanksgiving, then don’t.   November is National Beard Month and it’s almost over.  I suggest we extend National Beard Month into December, for Santa’s sake.

Therefore, In honor of National Beard Month behold sketches of three men and a beard.

The Dreaded Pirate Spaghetti Beard

The Dreaded Pirate Spaghetti Beard

Wood Beard

Wood Beard

Berrett and Beard

Berrett and Beard

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Here is a sneak peek at the Christmas cards I will be making and mailing to the family (add red border and nice font).

Inspired by Mrs. Rita Davis who,

amongst her pie baking talents,

is a beautiful & charming hostess extraordinaire,

a queen of quilt mastery,

a bargain bounty hunter,

a former hippie and current Democrat,

and most importantly,

she is a role model, friend and grandma-in-law to me.

She has a heart the size of the biggest thing you could ever imagine and she is right there with you, eye-to-eye, in a conversation.

I just love her! Hugs across the internet!

Grandma Rita knows how to bake a pie.

All I want for Christmas is a slice of RIta's pie.

Last year on Thanksgiving,

Sophie (picture below) and I

dressed up in Rita’s well-preserved prom dress and wedding dress.

We threw bouquets

while drinking wine and watching old family wedding videos.

We had so much fun.

I adore Sophie!

That is me pitching the bouquet while holding a glass of wine!

That is me pitching the bouquet while holding a glass of wine!

Sophie and I at the real deal.

Back to back with Sophie.

Back to back with Sophie.

Reminds me of Persona

Reminds me of Persona...by Bergman

Happy digestion and drink ginger tea if you need a little help.

Last but never least, I am thankful for my truest love Jacob Davis.

He's my daydream believer!

To my daydream believer.

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