Just applying my new photoshopping skills:
I created the artwork for a group on facebook called SuperBitch & MegaDick: fighting the right-wing nuts at newstands near you.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Fun with Photos
Just applying my new photoshopping skills:
I created the artwork for a group on facebook called SuperBitch & MegaDick: fighting the right-wing nuts at newstands near you.
All Dressed Up
Going to go sign the papers for the Cadillac. I got all dressed up.
We were going to buy a Saturn Vue Hybrid model, but they didn't have any. And oops, the Cadillac dealer is right next door...what's a poor girl to do?
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Sunday AM and a New Caddy
Sunday mornings are great, when the whole family is here, and when you are playing with a new toy. We got a small suv yesterday, and it rocks. Fully loaded, originally stickered at $59,000 and after 3 years, we got it for $26,000. What a fucking deal.
It's sweet, fur sure. We will go to Memphis in style now. DVD player with wireless headphones in the back for the kids: OnStar and gps crap in front seat for me to play with, and BOSE damn speakers - w00t.
It cost more than our house, which is hilarious.
And I'm gonna get off my butt now and challenge Son #1 to a wii game of American Idol. Later, I'm going to check a stack of proofs that Ranae got done, and we're gonna submit a whole freaking load of pages to the plant soon. All is well.
Hmmmmm. Don't like it when that happens. Makes me think some impending doom is headed this way. Why is it always gloom and doom with me? Could be the gray skies we've had for several days. The state is already flooded, and we got torrential downpours the other day.
Ready, set, go: get off your ass now, woman.
It's sweet, fur sure. We will go to Memphis in style now. DVD player with wireless headphones in the back for the kids: OnStar and gps crap in front seat for me to play with, and BOSE damn speakers - w00t.
It cost more than our house, which is hilarious.
And I'm gonna get off my butt now and challenge Son #1 to a wii game of American Idol. Later, I'm going to check a stack of proofs that Ranae got done, and we're gonna submit a whole freaking load of pages to the plant soon. All is well.
Hmmmmm. Don't like it when that happens. Makes me think some impending doom is headed this way. Why is it always gloom and doom with me? Could be the gray skies we've had for several days. The state is already flooded, and we got torrential downpours the other day.
Ready, set, go: get off your ass now, woman.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Happy Hour
It's Friday and it's Happy Hour time...time for all American workers to stop work and start drinking. I don't officially go out anymore, that is for amateurs. I drink in house, and I drink cheap boxed wine, as previously mentioned. And I worked for 3 minutes today. HA. So there.
:P
I took an interesting picture of myself today with my trusty lappy. Here is Delani Bleu and Delani Bleu, a double self portrait. My mother painted the picture in the background of the picture when I was in high school, and the foreground is me, well, looking contemplative at age 44.
OK, looking old at age 44. Oh well, I don't care right at this moment, because it is HAPPY hour, remember?
We have been dealing with a young thief at our house over the past few weeks. I shall blog about Damien next. Yes, i said Damien. But today's topic is HAPPY hour, remember?
I have a mysterious cold sore on the other side of my tongue, and it only feels good if I stick out my tongue like a dog. Shit, today is about HAPPY hour, yeah yeah yeah.
Garçon, more wine?
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Blood, Sweat and Tears
MKay, Stop reading now if you are squeamish: this entry is gonna be scatological.
First off, the blood: I am a woman on the verge of menopause, and thus, periods tend to become erratic, to say the least. This one hit me like a freight train, coming in the middle of the night and making me puke. Fun. I am woman, roar.
Second, the sweat: It's hot and our air conditioner has been broken for 3 years now. The daytimes are cool in our old 1920's house, but the evenings are hell. I'm sure hubby will get that new drain pan soon, along with the garbage disposal, bathroom sink and shower knobs. We have a few household projects piling up, and have the money just not the time. Or gumption, I guess.
Thirdly, the tears. As usual, they are for the yearbook. We got a nasty/nice letter from our publisher mentioning we've only submitted 27 pages so far, and are sitting on a batch of proofs. Ranae has been working this week while I've been unable to go in so far, but she's doing detail work and not getting pages submitted because of that. People still aren't coming in, and that whole list of things I thought I could deal with is still there...and I am not dealing. I'm about to bawl like a wet baby.
*Heavy Sigh*
First off, the blood: I am a woman on the verge of menopause, and thus, periods tend to become erratic, to say the least. This one hit me like a freight train, coming in the middle of the night and making me puke. Fun. I am woman, roar.
Second, the sweat: It's hot and our air conditioner has been broken for 3 years now. The daytimes are cool in our old 1920's house, but the evenings are hell. I'm sure hubby will get that new drain pan soon, along with the garbage disposal, bathroom sink and shower knobs. We have a few household projects piling up, and have the money just not the time. Or gumption, I guess.
Thirdly, the tears. As usual, they are for the yearbook. We got a nasty/nice letter from our publisher mentioning we've only submitted 27 pages so far, and are sitting on a batch of proofs. Ranae has been working this week while I've been unable to go in so far, but she's doing detail work and not getting pages submitted because of that. People still aren't coming in, and that whole list of things I thought I could deal with is still there...and I am not dealing. I'm about to bawl like a wet baby.
*Heavy Sigh*
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Battle of the Bands, Part II
Well, I'm glad my agoraphobia didn't get the best of me tonight. I judged our local Battle of the Bands again this year and nobody made fun of me (to the best of my knowledge.)
It was a completely different venue this time, out doors, and lots of adults who were drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. Last year it was in a teen club with about 50 kids and me, so this year, I didn't stick out like a sore thumb.
Whew.
And my intro was great again this year, if I don't say so myself. I wrote it earlier in the day so I wouldn't be put on the spot and choke:
From her days listening to AM stations on her transistor radio, Delani Bleu has been a music aficionado. Her love of music drew her to the piano first, then the drums, violin and finally vocals throughout her musical career. Her claim to fame is teaching Corey Taylor (of Slip Knot and Stone Sour) ninth grade English. She now teaches journalism and City High School, where she jams daily with her students.
So this year, mine was the longest intro, and instead of an annoying music professor there was a drunk, cigar-smoking fool as a fellow judge. There were four of us, and I took charge in the judges chambers and we made the decision in about 7 minutes, instead of the 30 it took last year.
Son #2 almost ruined the night because he didn't want to go and made me 20 minutes late, but he ended up getting a t-shirt, pizza and an autograph from the lead singer of The Postulates so he was happy. Plus, he ran to the tree and back in less than 20 seconds, breaking his previous world record.
Music is always a good soul soother.
It was a completely different venue this time, out doors, and lots of adults who were drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. Last year it was in a teen club with about 50 kids and me, so this year, I didn't stick out like a sore thumb.
Whew.
And my intro was great again this year, if I don't say so myself. I wrote it earlier in the day so I wouldn't be put on the spot and choke:
From her days listening to AM stations on her transistor radio, Delani Bleu has been a music aficionado. Her love of music drew her to the piano first, then the drums, violin and finally vocals throughout her musical career. Her claim to fame is teaching Corey Taylor (of Slip Knot and Stone Sour) ninth grade English. She now teaches journalism and City High School, where she jams daily with her students.
So this year, mine was the longest intro, and instead of an annoying music professor there was a drunk, cigar-smoking fool as a fellow judge. There were four of us, and I took charge in the judges chambers and we made the decision in about 7 minutes, instead of the 30 it took last year.
Son #2 almost ruined the night because he didn't want to go and made me 20 minutes late, but he ended up getting a t-shirt, pizza and an autograph from the lead singer of The Postulates so he was happy. Plus, he ran to the tree and back in less than 20 seconds, breaking his previous world record.
Music is always a good soul soother.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
When's Vacation?
Dang nabbit. Fuck. I want a vacation NOW.
I should have no complaints: I've been doing exactly what I wanted all day, I have good music in the background, I feel harmonious and balanced. But yet I feel restless. Not melancholy -- restless.
I've got the Graceland vacation all planned and reserved, well, most of it. Here's the banner we have hanging up in our house for the next month until our ETD.
It's fucking 6 foot long, and I bought it for the new Saturn Hybrid Vue we are about to buy...but as you can see, it's a bit too big. I'm really bad with dimensions.
But I feel agorophobic sometimes and don't want to go. Whew. There, I said it. I like being home. I like feeling grounded and knowing where the kitchen and bathrooms are.
Could also be that I wanted to get that yearbook done before I left, but there ain't no way in hell it's going to be. We gotta put in extra hours, which we have planned already, so I just need to refuckinglax.
So, when's vacation?
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