What a difference 6 years makes...

Nope, I haven't seen a lick of blogger in 6 long years. Last time I wrote on here, boychild #1 was 7, and boychild #2 was 4. Respectively they are now 13 and 10(in case you just don't feel like thinking about math right now). I might start posting randomly on here, and I know that blogs that post often are "successful" blogs. I'm not sure if my goal is to be "successful" with my blog. I guess it's more a special interest page, i.e. if you find me interesting, check it out. Most of what I will post here will probably be art I like, projects I might be working on, and likely a lot of beautiful pictures of interiors I longingly want to be surrounded by. And I will also likely talk about parenting or show off some of my kids' cute faces. I can't guarantee consistency or entertainment. I want to be upfront about that. I am definitely not posting to the masses, as of yet, and therefore this is just a creative outlet and not a "job" or "chore". I feel like a lot of the blogs I have been reading lately have become very successful and the authors of those sites seem to be increasingly overwhelmed by blogging and life in general. I guess that come with the many opportunities that bloggers can create from showcasing their talents, and I wish them all continued success. I have enjoyed following their exploits and voyeuristically being a small part of their lives. If you enjoy what you see here, please don't hesitate to say hello, leave a comment, etc. I'd love to hear from you, even those quiet ones. And if you want a laugh, flip through those old posts, I might delete them in the future, but they are pretty strange for me to read today, versus ^ years ago, don't you agree? Here is to a successful new year, and I will wrap up with a picture of my 2 minions. Our 2013 Holiday photo...

water

millions of drops in the pool of existence.....

(i have lost myself)

can i find the way home?

let's pretend!

we'll just skip the whole incident with my lack of posting last week. what can i say, i am the occasional slacker...
for those of you who are keeping tabs, last post project search key was "wacky circumference" because that was my favorite prototype name of the hula hoop from the hudsucker proxy, brilliant movie by the way...

so anyways, here are this week's images.

what a crap day...

ok, so today was essentially my monday, i had yesterday off. so, i've been a bit sleep deprived as of late, i have become something i wasn't not so long ago, but that's another story. anyways, i arrived at work this morning to an ivp exam, my least favorite exam. it requires iv injection, and i'm kind of a freak about injecting other people, even though i do it rather well, and with finesse(i pretty much pretend i know what i'm doing, ha). well, after i inject my patient, he starts telling me he's numb in the chest, which could fall into the category of anaphylactic shock, which is no good. i decide to kind of laugh it off, and observe, he ended up being fine, but still, numbness is never a side effect you want to hear about after injection. as the day progressed, we got busier and busier. i am the resident iced tea maker at work and we ran out of both sweetener and tea today, bastards! tea has been essential in my bid to quit the coke. as if the day weren't going bad enough, a co-worker of mine decides she's gonna run the oven self-clean during business hours, it sets off the alarm in the entire building and the whole facility has to be evacuated for the smoking oven. we are talking about surgical suites here people, a man was having eye surgery and had to be evacuated! poor guy could hardly walk down the stairs. then i receive a cll from the ex's workplace saying they have my kid, somehow the bus dropped him off there, and the ex is nowhere to be found. wtf? so, i go to pick him up after work, and the ex is there, gives me the kids and tells me that no. 2's arm is kinda swollen. umm, yeah, to about twice the size of normal, and his ear looks like it's about to explode too, so no. 2's er visit number 47 is in order. why can he not pick a kid up, why can he not take the kid to the doctor before it looks like an appendage will need amputation. is it really that hard people? and to top it off, my bloody valentine showed up today for her visit....

sunday project no.3

just so you know where i am finding these images, i have been typing in a keyword in google and hitting images. i'm interested to see if anyone comes up with the keyword in their first thought. last week's keyword was "clouds"

post project, a bit tardy

and the words that come to mind are.....

making an effort...

in an effort to try and post more often, i am finding pressure within myself to post things that aren't totally random, or that have some sort of meaning. i find it odd that a small goal i have set for myself has turned into something that causes me mild anxiety, how quirky?

in another effort to do different things this summer, i pulled my bike out from the depths of toby's lair and took it in to have it 'cleaned up' a bit. the guy at the bike service counter had that funny look on his face like a mechanic does when he has no idea what's wrong with your car, or you just drove a car that's entirely on fire into the garage to have it worked on. THAT was the look he had. as he was going through all the charges they may or may not have to do to the bike, i thought after the 15th thing he said he was just gonna break down and say something along the lines of 'seriously, just buy a new bike', but he said mine was definitely worth keeping, and it was gonna look gooood when they're done with it. so if any of you slackers out there wanna trail it up out here on the mean streets of south central OP, come on over. oh yeah, and the pool's open for summer! the water's fine....

new posting project requires participation

i'm not sure why this idea came to me, but it did none the less. here's the idea, i am going to post a new picture, drawing, visual somethingerother every sunday. i want all those 5 whole people who look at this website to find either a word, comment, or phase that the visual ignites within them and leave that thought as a comment. i also don't want people going in and reading other people's thoughts before they have left their own. do you think you can do that? i think you can...

i'm gonna get crazy and post 2 visuals

most disturbing post.

ok, i want to warn those of you who may be offended easily, or those who get annoyed easily by society. here goes, last night i took my kids to see the royals game with deeds, shankar, laocoon, and a few others. last night happened to be buck nite, which means soda, peanuts and hotdogs are all only a buck. i got myself and the kids some grub and after we ate most of it we started gnawing on those deliciously salty peanuts they have at the ol' ballpark, i was trying to teach a small amount of manners to my kids by teaching them to put the shells in an empty cup, kinda keep the area a bit cleaner you know, anyways, no.2 was being squirrely as we all know he can be, well, no. 1 had the cup of shells between his legs and no. 2 decides to smash the cup down and it ends up pinching the inner thighs of no.1. here's where the story gets disgusting, no. 1 yells at no. 2 (of course) and then proceeds to say to me that his "LEGS ARE TOO FAT!" i know what you're thinking, "what?" which is precisely what i said to the boy, i wasn't sure i heard him correctly, again, "what?" i ask, and he repeats himself. now dumbfounded and flabbergasted as i was, i was also very amused, as was laocoon, who also heard the comment. but i think i am far more disturbed at this statement than anything. how does a tall, skinny, 6 year old BOY kid think he has fat thighs? i need answers to this perplexing riddle. last thing i want my kids growing up to be is bulimic.

TMI

much as i would like to discuss my day's events in great detail, i'm afraid it would most definitely fall into the category of too much information. i leave you frothing at the mouth for more...

rain season or wedding season? both!

holy wedding cakes! why do i even do them? i always kill myself when i do them, and i always, yes always, f*ck something up in the process. this time it was buttercream with salted butter, apparently costco decides to package the salted butter in blue, they just have to do it differently than everyone else don't they? sheisters! i think it's still useable though, i just added extra kahlua. i have at least taken a bit more time with these cakes than i normally do, hence the ability to post at the wee hours, even though i should be aslumber. and i have decided that dummy cakes are dumb. just get the damn wedding cake, i have to decorate the fake cakes anyways. how does that help me out, aside from ease of transport? enough about sweets, i get to the point where sugar makes me wanna vomit. blechk!

on another note, i am a full-fledged boob squisher now. i have fondled more women in the past 2 days than any man who might be reading this page has in their lifetime, i think. let me just say this, if you were ever considering implants, or you have a friend considering implants, please do them a favor and ixnay that shite. seriously, there is no shame like the implant displacement views we have to do. think about those 60 year old women with their hard calcified implants, not so pretty... i'll let you ponder that thought, it's really just too brilliant to neglect you of that.

STL

I was lucky enough to go on the ireland anniversary vacation this year, due to an ill pup and non-refundable accomodations. not that i was elated about either situation, but i was excited to take a weekend without the kids and chillin with the btk. the b&b we stayed in was pretty amazing, all those hours btk spends aimlessly on the internet do come in handy when researching decent accomodations. although i think one of the highlights of the trip was when we were taking a pit stop somewhere on an inbred stretch of I-70 and i was leered at by some drunkard who felt the urge to tell me that i had some "big ass titties". always a fantastic way to start a vacation, but who am i kidding, it was a road trip. my part as the wedding crasher was kept at a minimum, no hook-ups with strange wedding guests (way too small of a wedding, but i was hoping for some sordid behavior), or crazy drunken foolishness. i did feel the need to purchase new shoes prior to the wedding and kill my feet with them during the reception, what a genius i am for such acts of self-masochism. i guess the suckiest part was the monster rainstorm we hit just past columbia, that sucked. all in all, everything in between was just peachy. i don't know how long it's been since i had a vacation in which i literally purchased nothing, aside from sustainance. no shoes, no knick-knacks, no souvenirs, no nothin'! not that i didn't see things i wanted, there was plenty in that category, such as half the stock at DWR. we didn't hit a whole lot of boutique-y stores, otherwise i'm sure i could have found 'something' i couldn't live without, but alas, empty-handed i am. thank you to btk and the other ireland for the vacate, i had a fantabulous time. hopefully next year i won't crash your party...

daddy-oh's

took the boys to the record bar on friday night to see the doo-dads. as usual, it was a rockin' good show about peanut butter in your ears and don't forget your please and thank you's. the kids liked the kid friendly menu as well, however, there was no break dancing by scar to be had this night, t'was unfortunate. next show is may 25th, we will be there, or we will be square. who doesn't love takin' the youngsters to the local watering hole?

a right of passage or a wrong?

no. 2 finally did it, he took the life of his cute liam gallagher-ish haircut and hacked at his own locks. yes, it's true. i myself waited until i was in the first grade to put my own scissors to work during some kind of boring writing lesson i am sure. i may possibly be the only child who didn't cut my bangs though, i took a big ol' chunk right from the crown of my head. i had a really funny looking cowlick for like a year afterwards too, kind of alfalfa-like. of course, you may be asking yourself, where was the parental supervision during this time of salon simulation? well, let's just say that a teenage babysitter doesn't always think about what happens when the older kid puts the scissors down after he gets done using them. she even pulled the family flo-bee out and thought about mending the damage herself, but decided to leave it to professional hands. i think it only takes once for this to happen, and then we as adults put the damnation of shame upon the child for doing something so heinous as altercation of a haircut. it's not that i really mind that he did it, i have always been unsympathetic to people who whine about their bad haircuts as if their hair will never grow again, it's the fact that his hair was looking really cute lately, ie- the aforementioned oasis-doo. he now looks like david beckham with his buzzcut, still a cute lil brit after all...

just a small jaunt to the er for some angioplasty

so my dad emails me today that he's going to be in town the week of april 18th and would i be free to go to dinner with him during the week. he then casually writes me that he had some burning in his chest last week and went to the er in santa fe and had arterial angioplasty. he then talks about how expensive the meds he needs to take are. now, my interpretation of this is... important: coming to kc, let's get together; not important: nearly had a heart attack; important: this medication is gonna cost me big bucks. wtf? i emailed him back to tell him that if he's ever in the er for his heart again, i "expect" an immediate phone call. i don't give a rat's ass if it's the simplest procedure ever, when it involves your heart, there's a need to know from your immediate family members, apparently estranged as we may be. yes dad, it would have been much better to receive the phone call AFTER you were dead!? jesus. mind you, when my dad was married to my mom, money was never any object, he never discussed it, never told my mom to watch any spending, kind of just let it be, now, he and his psychotic wife are like crazy penny-pinching misers. it's not like my mom took the guy to the cleaners or anything either. when we went down to see them 2 years ago, they acted like they couldn't afford to go out to dinner. let me also say that my dad makes well over 6 figures a year. this woman has really done a number on my dad, and he has been a willing partner to her craziness. it totally infuriates me. you know how you casually use to word hate about people you may come across whose personalities don't really mesh with yours, or perhaps they just said something insensitive to you once and you've held a grudge, this does not apply to me when i think of my dad's wife, i seriously hate the woman. you can't be mean to my kids and get away with it, forget how you treat me, who friggin cares, but my kids, who are awesome? don't even go there lady, you'll be cruisin for a bruisin....

really? you really think i need therapy?

duhduh-datingdom

well, my foray into dating ceased today, as i have said countless times before. it's no secret that i have issues when it comes to dating; kids, bad past relationships, traumatic past events, self-esteem issues etc etc. however, i am the kind of person who seems to be introspective enough to identify some of my own disruptive psychological behaviors or tendencies. i tend to be pretty open about them to m partners as well, but it really bothers me when other people don't even recognize or admit to the fact that they too have faulty behaviors. usually when i run across something i find insane about myself, i'm usually the first to think i'm emotionally retarded. occasionally i need the help of others, even though i might not particularly like what results from these discussions. i've always really been able to pick and choose what i try to tell to my friends. i always try not to villify whomever i might be discussing, for this reason and this reason alone, i'm with WWE. much as i think i probably do need some kind of therapy to resolve some of my issues without turning my friends into makeshift therapists, i just don't have the means to go about it right now. i just hate the idea of the 'typecast'. you know, when your therapist goes, "oh yeah, classic case of... fill dysfunction in the blank". that's why i hate listening to psychological radio shows like dr. drew, it's constantly, "what was your realtionship like with your father?" "well, that explains EVERYTHING!" argh, that drives me nuts, as if there is no other facet for how women deal with relationships other than how much their dads hugged them as a child, and let's not forget that every single female out there has had some sexual trauma, even if they don't own up to it. i always find talking to strangers much more liberating anyways.

TVOTR

went and saw tv on the radio last night and it was an overall good show. it sucked that it was at harrah's, which i think they also thought was weird by some of the comments made during the show. by and large though, harrah's offers pretty good sound, but expensive water, $2 for a measly 8oz bottle. many of you who know me know that i really prefer artists to sound live the same as they sound on the album, with the exception of some 'jam' type bands like white stripes and flaming lips. i prefer that because it makes me think that they don't just clean the album all up and sound over produced. recreating album sound is what i find beneficial in a quality live show. but tvotr still delivered even though a lot of the little additions present on the album were missing in the live performance. one of the reasons i like tvotr so much is their lyrical content, and the lyrics were mostly inaudible, which i thought sucked if you don't listen to them much. all in all, good show, but i think it'd be even better in a significantly smaller venue. i'm tired of the standard indie rock "stand still with little head movement" type "dancing" that goes on at these shows, i'm ready for people to get full on into it and start shakin some asses.

if he gets up, we all get up, it'll be anarchy

i haven't much been feeling like posting lately. i just feel as if i have nothing to say. i seem to be working a lot. i seem to be having the same recurrent issues with my dating life. i do, however, seem to be feeling the largest itch to move out of my mom's house. although, how i would afford to live alone beats me. still, i yearn for a place to call my own, where no judgement is passed, i can concoct my own decorating scenarios, i don't have to worry about cleaning up for the housekeeper to come and clean up,(i always find that the most ridiculous request) and i think it's mostly because i realized that i have never lived alone. i did live alone in england for a few months, but that was a bedsit, hardly my own place, and i lived alone during college for one summer after my roomies moved on to bigger brighter things, but still, not my own. now i feel like i really NEED to live alone, yeah sure nos. 1&2 will be there, but they have no say in the decor. it's my newest mission. as soon as i start working full-time.

part-timer

i have got to get myself another part-time job filling up the two days of the week that i don't already work. it's not so much that i need the money, but that i feel like a slug on the days that i don't work. i mean, i don't have extra money, so i don't go out and do much shopping, i pretty much waste the days away napping, watching tv, or running small errands. now, i realize that if i didn't have the days off, i'd probably hate it and complain about how i never have any time to do all the little things that build up during the week that aren't able to be done during the weekends, but man, i feel i need to be a bit more productive. i'm sure once spring hits in full force, i'll completely change my mind, as i always get spring fever. i think my grades always drop during spring semesters, it's a wonder anything gets done during spring. who doesn't hate being trapped inside on the first few days of really nice weather after the winter cold departs? not me... speaking of departing winter, can i tell you how much i can't wait until winter is over? seriously, this cold weather is driving me crazy, more and more snow. i haven't seen this much snow in a winter in seriously like 10 years or more. good ol' global warming, f**kin up the jetstream..

life with kids

if there is one thing i have found out over the past couple of months, it's that dating with kids is a whole other beast than just dating alone. you have kid's schedules and working around that, and if the person you are dating has kids, that's another factor. either way, dating is hard enough without having to tiptoe around your kids and late night visits after bedtime. it's kinda funny, but it does take some getting used to. it used to be, for me at least, that if i started "dating" someone, it was almost instantaneous that we'd hang out ALL the time. you know what i'm talking about. like when one of your friends gets a new boyfriend/girlfriend, they are MIA for a month or so, sometimes longer. not so when you have kids. i was lucky to see the person i was dating once a week, if that. i think over the past 2 months we've only acually hung out together like 6-7 times. that's not a lot. i never really thought that dating could be more difficult than it was when i was single and childless, now i stand corrected. i guess i'll have to wait until my kids are in college before i can start dating again, it'd make it much easier, but by then, i'll be so engrossed in the daily routine of my life that i'll have a hard time with the adaptation of sharing my free time with someone else. and i'll be 45 years old and even more self-conscious than i am now. oh my, what will the future hold?