evilwilma

12:09 am: Fine. So here's a picture. I need a haircut and a shave. Which, since I buzz my head (or have my husband do it) is essentially just an all-over shave. (Well, all-over up top -- all-over [i]all-over[/i] would just take too long.)

10:49 pm: Okayyyyyyyyyyyy
Let's just say I was in a bit of a funk after my Dad died. He shouldn't have, he was healthy, this was out of the blue and stupid.

Well, two weeks ago, the same thing happened to my cat. He was healthy in EVERY respect save for being riddled with fast-growing cancer. The night before we took him to the vet to get that news, he was chasing a cicada around the kitchen with the same energy he always had. Then on that Friday, we had to either put him down or watch him starve to death over the weekend while the cancer squished his intestines.

Then the Friday after that we were spun around and flipped over in a car wreck which totalled my car and left us hanging by the seatbelts for 20 minutes until the burly firefighters could pull us out through the windshield.

This past Friday only the fridge died, but you can still see the pattern.....


My point! is NOT to be mopey and wistful as much as these events have kinda knocked the wind out of me. No, rather, my point is to soldier on, continue to live life like I love it (because I do), love my husband (even though he's playing Gary Numan too loud at the moment), and be happy with what we've got.


Plus, my whole point to this blog was to upload some art I was gonna do, and random musings on nerdy gay stuff, being a gay nerd and all.

So, this is me making a declaration of sorts that I will do that. I've got some overdue commissions to finish and share, as well as links to the blog about our house renovation that I'll present.

So, um, yeah. I'm back? :)

09:02 pm: Happy Birthday, Dad.
You would have, and should have, been 73 today. I love you and miss you.

06:49 pm: Dad

03:22 pm: Goodbye, Dad.
July 14, 1935 - March 11, 2008 2:45pm.

I'll miss you.

06:46 pm: For some reason, this song resonates with me right now...
SOME PEOPLE

Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people, well
Ask how old I am

Some people live in a life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades
When the glitter's gone

You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy

Old and lonely when the shade is down
The brighter lights just smells their empty heads

Some people don't get much
Some people feel they're in touch
With spirit worlds, talking to you now

Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick when it's all messed up

You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy

You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy

And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin

You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy

You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy

And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin

06:16 pm: Hi
A lot has happened in the last few months. Derek and I bought a house, and I slowly moved out of the apartment where I'd lived for 11 years, etc.

But, the main thing I think about is my Dad. He's much worse, and it's probably only a matter of days at this point. I won't go into much detail, but for now, I want to share a list he made. My sister asked him to list his advice for her kids - his rules for life, if you will. And, these rules - ones I personally try to follow - are quintessentially my Dad. So, even after he goes, this list will live on for everyone to read.

And, maybe even follow.

1. Learn how to write well (penmanship).
2. Learn how to spell.
3. Be sensitive not to make people feel bad or uncomfortable. Be kind.
4. How we treat animals, always kindly, reflects back on us.
5. When learning *anything*, remember, if you can't write it you don't know it!
6. When it's time to have a job
A. Be on time.
B. Start clean and appropriately dressed, even if it's a dirty job.
C. Do more than is expected.

I've tried to achieve all these (well, okay, I suck at #1), and I witnessed these things growing up as his child every day. He's a great part of the example up to which I try to live all the time. And, I hope to reflect positively on him and my Mom long after they're gone.

I will ALWAYS remember him for these. I will always remember how he picks up and talks to cats. I will always remember how hard he works and how he's always dressed right for work.

I will ALWAYS remember his kind, gentle nature, that make him an EXCELLENT doctor and a great man.

10:22 pm: Crap.
I just found out today that my Dad has cancerous cells in his gastrointestinal area somewhere. Most definitely a malignant tumor. Early estimates place him gone in 6 months.

I'm not ready for him to die. After 72 years, I'm not, I repeat NOT ready to let go.

I know, I know. He's still got a while, I guess. But, I worry that he'll drastically deteriorate all that time, and that he won't quite be....Dad the same again. Faced with his own mortality and all.

I will just have to really value what time he's still around, and really support Mom. My sister and I are driving to see them tomorrow. Quote from her: "I don't care whether they want us there or not, I'm driving down tomorrow, and you're welcome to come along."

If there's one thing that runs in our family, it's stubborn. I love it. And I love him. I got my spacey half from him.

Crap. I really want to use stronger words, but crap crappity crap.

09:39 pm: Wow. Longest day in a long damn while....
Let's see.........it's been a really REALLY long week at work, racing to get a specific project done with changes happening up 'til the eleventh hour. And, of course, as a result, every day this week I've come home covered in hot glue and glitter.



Hot glue and glitter, you say? Am I...
a) a stripper?
b) Britney Spears' stylist?
c) a hot glue and glitter salesman?
d) none of the above?

I'll let y'all mull over that for a bit, and answer later.

Top that off with meeting Derek at the vet's to find out why Tequila (20-pound part bobcat housecat) has been urping up foam every day. Turns out he has a blocked......dookie inside him that's mostly hairball. Joy.

So, laxative goo ahoy! Stronger hairball food come on in! Pepcid AC for his tumtum? Why not!

Then, while D was taking the cat home, I went to work out (HARD), getting home to find out kitty had whizzed all over himself in the car. And, I got to do some clean up, before showering and before eating or resting. Poor D had an amazing amount to do as well, giving Tequila the first of his two baths tonight, and attempting to clean up both bathrooms from smelling like kitty piddle.

So, I got to clean the bathrooms again, and the cat again, then dunk all the laundry in hot hot HOT water, and finally got to shower and eat at 9. Yawn.

All because we love the lil' puddin'. Which we do. Although, Derek doesn't seem to so much right now.

Answer?
d) I actually work in Retail Visual Moichandising, and the glitter was for fake snow. Because it's apparently always Christmas *somewhere*.

:)

10:48 pm: Oh, wow, you're still here?
What? You were waiting for me to finish that story from a few months ago?

Hmmmm, okay, let's see if I remember what happened.....

Oh, yeah. The three bears decided their oatmeal was too lumpy and too metrosexual to eat anymore, so they ate Goldilocks instead. The end.

.......

That wasn't it? Oh! Wrong audience. You're not my 3-year old niece and nephew, so no Fairy Tales for you.

Hmmm, okay, so since last we spoke, my life got scary busy, what with Symphony concerts, work changes (I moved to a different(higher-profile) team, my old boss left to live in Bermuda since her husband got a promotion that means she can't work rather she'll spend time on the beach every day [skank :P], I got a bit of a raise {I have them fooled! FOOLED!!!}, Derek and I put an offer on a house (we didn't get it, but we got approved anyway - hey I have credit!), and I kinda put an art show together with my friends Aphrodite and Ellen!

Soooooooo, the painting and mounting and priming and building of the panels for my third of the show has kept me occupied for months and months, but it's UP! The show is hung and ready to go tonight tonight tonight! Here in the city we have a monthly gallery crawl on First Fridays, and it's grown so big that it's got two areas that do it. Blah blah blah long story about connections and stuff, but I PULLED IT OUT OF MY WAZOO!

Nine paintings. :) And, the outside possibility that someone might buy one (or all) of my works tickles me to no end. There will probably be a TON of foot traffic tomorrow for the opening (um, and closing, but that's another story....), including my Mom (yay!) and sister (yay!) and many many others. AND, Ziggy Marley is set to play just two doors down from where my pieces are, so I expect a bunch of hippies.

Many many many thanks to Derek for helping me build the panels, hang the show, and transport the one 4 foot x 4 foot painting that wouldn't fit in my old lady car!

Here's an overall fuzzy shot! I'll be posting some closeups and details later as I describe the thought process and whole shebang.




Anyway, thanks for waiting around. Maybe I'll come back to post more before, um, the next millenium.

10:15 pm: OMG
I am turning into a crazy old cat lady and I'm only 34 (I think).

This made me laugh out loud and scream, "KITTY!!!" So gay. Gay gay gay. I need to go do something butch, like clean out a septic tank. Like Mike Rowe. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Mike Rowe.




I'm sorry, where was I? Oh, yes. Kitty picture:



And, Mike Rowe for the hell of it:



Aww, he's all smiley and stuff.

02:45 pm: You know what today is?
GIRL SCOUT COOKIE DAY

Yup. We met our friends Doug and Jen (they're insane) this morning for breakfast at the Village Idiot (not you, Spec), and they brought their daughter Abigail. she who is the provider of Girl Scout Cookie goodness. This year, Derek ordered 3 boxes, and I ordered 3 of my own.

Why did I have to order my own? Because, several years ago, Derek gave away a box of my Thin Mints. When I (bitchily) inquired as to why, he responded whilst patting my tummy, "We don't need them."

After I pushed him down the stairs, I held a grudge for a very long time. So I don't trust him with my Girl Scouts. (Cookies! The cookies!)

Oh. And, Derek loooooooooooooooooooves it when I tell this story. Again. To the same people. Again. Heh. (Hey, he's wonderful in every other respect, so I get to needle him when he screws up - it doesn't happen often.)

Afterwards, we 5 went to Le Target, which is always welcome, even though Derek and I were there yesterday. ("But this one might have different stuff!" I always say.) Abigail was *determined* to buy me an early birthday present (against my protests), but her choices for me were usually Disney Princess towel sets. (She's 10.)

When I grabbed a clear purple wastebin and placed it on my head to pretend it was a space helmet, she asked me, "Are you always this way?" 'Yup.' Looking the other way, she offered, "I feel sorry for Derek."

ACK! CRUSHED! Or, as she said earlier over a Village Idiot skillet, "Dissssssssssss!"

Sigh. Mentally, I am a 10-year old girl. Now where ARE those Hello Kitty GIFs?

EDIT: Heh. I just realized that the title of the page, which was just kinda a joke to me, rings true with this entry. Oh, well. As long as I amuse myself.

12:50 am: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
There's little else when it's snowy/sleety outside that makes me feel all warm inside quite like a stack of White Castles. Mmmmmmmmmmm. They're all oniony and Vietnamese casserole-y it just warms my tummy and makes me remember why perhaps it's a good thing they all closed in my city. (I get the microwave ones which are pretty dang close.)




I LOVE NEW YORK on VH1 has got to be, hands down, the most ghetto reality show out there. So, why do I want to watch it sooooooooooo much? I mean, this show features the upstanding quality individual who threw herself at Flava Flav 2 seasons in a row on HIS fine piece of broadcasting - Flavor of Love.

And, let me tell you, she brought some DRAMA. Be afraid of her, be very afraid. (I know this because I let myself get suckered into watching the last few episodes of Flavor of Love when everyone fled for fear of getting their eyes clawed out.

I must stand firm and resolute. I must save my TV watching for fine, quality fare like How I Met Your Mother and Stargate. Only the best for me.

And, it's just as well. VH1 is doing fine without me. Apparently, "I Love New York" was their highest rated premiere. EVER.

Um, go on girl. I guess.

02:09 pm: It's sneeting! Or slowing!
So, it's both sleeting AND snowing at the same time right now. I feel like I'm in a giant Snoopy Sno-Cone machine, except there's no fruity syrup flavors.

I miss my Snoopy Sno-Cone machine.

Feh, I keep trying to upload a pic to drop in here, but I can't figure it out. Maybe I'll edit it in later. EDIT:Yay! Pictures!

08:08 am: G'morning
Derek made me Muesli for breakfast.

Now I've had muesli of SOME kind before in Germany, but this was granola, raisins, soaked overnight in OJ, with marionberry ("Bitch set me up!") yogurt, almonds, and bananas added this morning.

Ummmm, I don't want it again. But, it was totally healthy, and sweet that he made it for me.

I guess.

06:27 pm: These are the foods the Devil has created to keep me fat.....
Twinkies (because they're made of........chemicals and plastics or something)
Big Macs (come on, that 'special sauce' is just MADE for slathering all over a burger, even though it's nothing more special than ketchup, mayo, and pickles)
Ranch dressing

and PESTO MAYO

Now, y'think pesto. It's made with herbs like basil and such, and therefore, it's gonna be kinda healthy, right? It's mostly green, so sure.

Until you blend it with mayo. Which makes it (of course) much more tasty and tempting, and much MUCH more artery-clogging. But when I get a little tub of that with my sandwich, or a cup or ranch with my salad, something primal in me wants to pull out a drinking straw and have at it.

But I don't.



Usually.

Anyhoo, I'm trying to eat better and all, and I was enjoying a delicious grilled salmon and veggie sammich on wheat when the damn pesto mayo snuck up behind me and startled me into eating it. Honest.

Feh. I'll just really go nuts at the gym tonight.

Oh, and it's not that I'm *fat* fat or anything, I just have a few more pounds on me and a few fewer pairs of pants that I can wear than I'd prefer. Thank God I know how to sew buttons back on pants. Oy.


And, on a good note, Derek got confirmation of a remix job today. Yay! Of course, I can't say anything til done, but it's someone he's wanted to work with for years. It doesn't hurt that I like the artist's music, too.

Another random thought, and I'm out: blogging is SO very much like being a preteen girl and writing Dear Diary, except without all the Hello Kitty stickers on the outside. (Mental note, find Hello Kitty GIFs for blog.....) Especially since, as of yet, I have no idea if anyone BUT me has seen this. So, I might as well be talking to myself.

But, that's not all that new, is it?

12:06 am: Making the World a Weirder Place for You and Your Kids
What does that mean? Frick if I know.
Sooooooooo, what would/will I blog about?

Probably:
Music
Work
TV
Movies
Comics
mayyyyyyyyyyyyybe Video Games (no, really, I CAN dress myself and I don't live in my folks' basement!)
Art (mine and others')
the Symphony (ooooo, how exciting!)
Project Runway when it's back on (Yup. Way gay.)
Pointless Celebrities (I'm looking at YOU, Miss No Panties Divorcee)
Our strange cats (Such as the Catzilla in the picture)
Family
and the Boyfriend.

woot. It's official. I have a blog. About five years after everyone else. But, hell, it took me more than that long to finally get a cell phone, so this is fast for me. :D



Along the way, I'll probably post sketches of stuff I'm working on (and, yes, Joe, that means YOUR picture) and paintings I'm prepping for a show soon.


And, I might even explain why 'EvilWilma'.