Even Though...

it's gloomy and dark(which I sometimes like), shaving my legs has left me silky smooth and in a slightly better mood. Smooth operator. Smooth operator. Don't mind me. I'm just on the edge of relenting and falling into Autumn. I can smell my neighbors grilling bratwvrst or cheap flesh.(fvck. just when I thought I had a nice ending to the daylight hours.) In marches the meat through the window, somewhere someone's wiener is burning.

file under: jabberwockish

What's Your Name, Little Girl

It's Sunday. I spent the weekend at the cottage, and left the dogs home, ass breath and all. It's been a nice escape. Yesterday we went on a fun little adventure that involved a steam train, goats and pumpkins. This morning, I look at that photo below and thank you for your thoughts. I look at myself and I think where the hell did the time go so quickly. Although people who know me would say I look younger than my years, today I feel old. Ugh. Ack. I just wanna cough the evil phlegm up like a seasoned Lucky Striker. Cast out those thoughts. Onward and upward.

Ascender did a cool post on how your middle name is somehow related to the meaning of your life. I'm sure each of us can define ourselves by those letters. It's all subjective and depends on your self esteem. Is today the right day to tackle this for me? Luckily, my middle name only has two letters.

When I think of middle names I always think of my "porn name." You know, take your middle name as your first name and use the name of the street you grew up on as your last name. In my case it would be, Jo Cherry. Not bad, not bad.

Ascender says,

"The object of the middle name game is to list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. (If you don’t have a middle name, use the name you would have liked to have had!)

When you are tagged you need to write your own blog post containing your middle name game facts. At the end of your blog post choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.

There’s more to each of us than our names. We are all the thoughts, beliefs, quirks, experiences, dreams, lessons, and ideas that comprise a human being."

Here's a little itty, bitty somethin' 'bout Jo:

"J" is for Jabberwocky and I'm all for it. From now on, call me Jo the Queen of Jabberwock. Dreamy, creative, funny and non-sensical. Basically, my life doesn't make any sense what so ever.

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

O...

What O am I ? OMG. OM. OMFG. Nah. Let's keep it simple. I'll go with

Oasis: –noun, plural -ses [-seez] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation.
1. a small fertile or green area in a desert region, usually having a spring or well.
2. something serving as a refuge, relief, or pleasant change from what is usual, annoying, difficult, etc.: The library was an oasis of calm in the hectic city.
[Origin: 1605–15; < LL < Gk óasis (Herodotus) < Egyptian wḥʾt oasis, oasis region]

Yep, that's me. I'm someone's Oasis. I just haven't been discovered.

I'll tag:

J- is for the one and only J, of course.

O- is for Ouidra. You know who you are, most specialest.

Mirror, Mirror

Shout Out (The Love)

My favorite blogs, I have a few. I'm just going to be to the point and very brief. Sometimes, you just don't want to read, you just want to look and enjoy. You don't want to be bogged down with the depressing and sordid details of everyday life. The presciption is:

The F-ing Fantabulous and Amazing Casa Panza

or the equally satisfying

Funk-ing Fabulous and Gorgeous Funk Diddy.

XOXO

She Walks In Beauty

Gracias

Oh, I... Had the Time of My Life

Saturday, September 22, 2007

9AM Woke up and threw on some clothes, forgot to brush teeth.

9:40 Leave house, get coffee(non-fat-triple-venti-WM add whip)

10-ish Went to Michael's(capital of overpriced craft shite from China) bought mini- easels.

10:15 Went to JoAnn Fabrics and bought two pieces of fabric to cover unsightly easels borrowed from neighbors. Am thinking the girls are looking at me strangely.

10:20 Get back to car, look in mirror. Have chunk of black coffee ground stuck in between front teeth. Looks like the beginning stages of crackhead teeth. I pick it out. Is this some weird moment of foreshadowing?

10:30 Pick up easels from rental place

11AM Get Chop salad w/ Tofu from Noodles.

Spend the afternoon loading up, getting things together &(showered and beautified).

3:30 Get 'downtown' and begin to unload. Forget an easel I left in the garage, run back home and come back.

4PM Unload and set-up. Chat with the lovely owners of the shop. They are super cordial and accommodating. Arrange and rearrange.

EVERYTHING LOOKS FUCKING FANTASTICO! (I look pretty damn fantastic, although my face sweats.)

5PM Exhibitourists start rolling in. You can definitely tell that some are only in it for the food.

5-8PM I have the best night of my life! It is amazing to sit back and watch people, I mean TOTAL STRANGERS react to my photographs. They laugh! They smile. They enjoyed! Many friends and family came to show their support. It was heartwarming and reassuring.
Memorable moments include:

Seeing the parents of my best friend from Kindergarten. They said they saw my name in the paper and had to come and see what I've been up to. They told me to keep on shooting.

A woman grabbed me by the wrist and called my work 'just delightful".

I was chatted up by many men. Married men(w/ their wives) who liked the photos of the cars I had.

A woman from the Aspirus Group asking me to participate in their live and silent auctions with my work.

The president of the Artists Guild coming to see my work and telling me that my stuff was excellent and has a unique perspective. She encouraged me to submit to their Fall Exhibition. (YAY! Work is for sale and you can win money too!)

I have gone through three boxes of Moo Cards(okay I have a few left, but that's close to 300 cards, baby).

I was so totally naturally sky high.

Afterwards, my friend Dave helped me load up and we met my brother and his GF/fiance for din-din. I had one glass of wine. We went to another cool little bar and had a beer. Then we went to a bar where my friend's husband was playing and I sipped on a Newcastle.

I can honestly say that I DO NOT like loud heavy live music anymore. And I felt stuffed. But wait, there's more...

I'm sitting with my brother's GF/fiance and she says,

"Oh, I have to tell you something really bad, but maybe I should wait".

I'm thinking it's something about my brother doing something idiotic as usual.

"Go ahead, tell me," I say.

(I should mention that Friday night was her 25th birthday. Before they went out I told them to stop by so I could give her a birthday present(which was fucking fabulous BTW)).

"I saw @^#$% on Friday night. He was at Roc's Place with a pregnant girl."

I'm a little stunned and slightly miffed as my light heart divebombs into the pits of skankville.

"I just went off on him, I think he was scared. Uh, oh, I probably shouldn't have told you," she says.

"Um, no that's okay. It's not your fault. I obviously have some things to deal with over it."

"He said, 'you don't even know what happened between us'", she says as I drift off far away to a time now and then where an idiot asshole refuses to be an adult. She just looks stupid and sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher at this point. Nothing happened between us. I thought and thought and at that moment I wanted to send him a type written note that said "I wish you were dead". That's all.

I would hate to be 30 and living my weekends in a bar with a skanky pregnant bitch who goes to TO A BAR and drinks Pepsi. I mean how the fuck did she know it was Pepsi anyway?

The thing that bothers me is that he's OUT THERE. A few blocks away. Dickhead.

I immediately wanted to leave. My friend Dave took me home. My brother went home too, but his GF/fiance stayed out with Dave. Whatever.

Yeah, it probably could have waited, doncha think?!

Other than that, it WAS the night of my life. And I'm going to be in three exhibitions this fall(all work is for sale and I can be awarded money)!

So shove that up your ass and smoke it, derelicts of Third Avenue.(I've always felt this way before, I swear, it's the truth and I owe it all to you ASSHOLE).

Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?

Look at The Chidler, so calm, so cool, so collected as he lounges.

I'm freaking out trying to emulate him by calmly preparing my show for viewing. I have all of the pieces ready to go. I made some cool handmade tags to hang off the back with titles, info and price. I have to thank the painter dude, Dan at the frame shop for all of his help and advice. Thanks, Dan!

Om.

Om.

OMFG.

Om.

Vines

It's the time of year when I begin to think about what to do with the luscious heirloom Concord Grapes that I have dangling on the side of my screen porch. One year I made preserves that were mindblowingly de-lish. Then I had to cut the vine down when I re-roofed the house. It took a few years for the vine to come back to its maturity.

I made preserves again. The recipe tanked. I used turbinado sugar and ended up with a syrup rather than a jam.

I'm sitting here this morning reading recipes for making Concord Grape wine and waxing melancholy. This is my favorite time of the year. I have these beautiful grapes that I inherited from my Polish grandparents, now gone. I have childhood memories of this vine growing on the side of their front porch, the fragrant smell overpowering the summer heat as stinging insects went about their business.

My eyes start to water when I read about preparing the grapes and then eventually letting the wine ferment for nine months to two years or more. Did my grandparents think about the future, when they'd finally be able to enjoy a sip? Time goes by at warp speed and soon enough I would be drinking the fruit, but what will be between now and then? There will be real tears, real joy and so many things I could never imagine.

Do I make the wine? Do I make the wine and take the trip through time?
(years later remember this thought)

Arrrr!

Yap on like'r old salty sea dog today!
Have a fuckin' good National Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Where Did You Come From, Baby?

How did you know I needed you?

I believe in miracles. Where ya from, you sexy thing, you sexy thing, you.

Three Stooges

Peep Show

You know what really blows? Working out for three months and not shrinking around the middle. Getting old sucks. I can tell I've lost some microness in the thighs, but gawd damn. I feel like a bloated toad. I have floppy, saggy boobs. National Geographics. My bras are the worst. Cheap and unsupportive, like too many people in this world. Ironically, things are looking up. I have most of my pieces done. I have some that are matted and framed and then some that are just going to be mounted into funky frames w/out a matt(requerda, por favor, yo soy pobrecita). I'm planning on a total visual assault in the menswear store.

High Anxiety

This post will break the dreaded 666. Now I'll be at 667 posts. 'Thank you' to all who took the time to tell me their faves. XOXO Send me your addresses for a special thank you, please. Now that I have all of this good information I'm completely freaking out. The more I look through my photos, the more I analyze them and think what the fuck am I doing? The more I can't decide. I'm using the picture of Snowflake on the header, the photo of my mom slathering herself with lotion in red sunglasses on the boat, the llama looking through the fence, Snowflake getting shampooed(black & white) and some koi in a collage piece. I'm in a depressive state. I can't tell if I'm getting sick or have an ulcer. I'm trying to get one good breath.

It's What's for Dinner

Fridays are for fish frys in Dairyland

A Cry for Help

Gentle Reader-

I didn't know how to tell you, but I am going to have the first exhibition of my work as part of a Gallery Night in which local artists have their wares in shops 'downtown'. I come humbly before you, to beseech you, to help me in selecting the best images I have presented on my flickr. I know it will be a pain and do you really have the time? Could I further entice you to by sending a photo and or postcard to you personally for your time and opinion? This will all go down on September 22, 2007. I know, I'm a friggin' procastinator. Please help. Send me an email, or leave a comment. Soon. XOXO

The Tao of Astroglide

Take a Little Trip With Me

The Parlor

Last Bloom

Inspired by Ascender's Scatterlings.

The Labor of Love

I spent the weekend at my parents. Every time I opened the bottom drawer to get the hair dryer out and saw that half gone bottle of Astroglide(even picking it up once to see where the 'level' was at), I thought, Jeeezus, this is NOT the drawer for the Astroglide.