…the who cares girl…

I didn’t get into “South Park” when I was younger, but I’m making up for it now, thanks Netflix. It’s great background noise while I’m puzzling.

We took the Boy’s parents to our favorite dog park on Monday.

Maggie swam…

…while Bear Cub watched her from the shore. Bear Cub jumped in the water once, and I doubt she’ll do it again. I’m not one of those sadistic dog owners that will throw my dog in the water, either.

They were chewing on either end of the stick in the most adorable way but by the time I grabbed the camera they scattered. I tried to force them back into the pose but it didn’t work out. Dogs.

This morning I turned the alarm off, thinking, “Let’s just see what happens.” Guess what happened? I slept in until NOON! Pathetic. Well, the whole day’s wasted now, I supposed I may as well…puzzle.

This morning Maggie stood next to the bed near my head and we communicated briefly through a series of inflected grunts.

Maggie: Mmm mmm mmmm mmm! (time to get up!)
me: Mmm mmm mmmm. (not yet)
Maggie: Mmmm mmm mmm! (the alarm’s gone off twice!)
me: Mmmm mmm mmm (go away)
Maggie climbed into bed, put her head on my pillow, and in a pleading tone: Mmm? (please?)
It was kind of sweet, really, better than the growling matches we usually engage in.

Our neighbor brought this weird ass chocolate dessert over last week. I had a cold and I’m avoiding sugar, but the Boy snarfed the whole thing down rapidly and seemed to enjoy it.

The Boy put on “Avatar” last night while I was working on the last puzzle in my deluxe set (sigh). My mother had raved about this movie months ago, telling me that “as an artist, you’ll love it”, but from what I could tell (and I wasn’t really watching), it seemed really boring and the blue people just gave me the creeps. Unless the 3D glasses make you high or something I don’t get that movie at all.

I certainly can’t imagine being depressed after viewing it. Movies that made me depressed: “Leaving Las Vegas”, “Requiem for a Dream”, “Breaking the Waves”. There’s probably more, but those are at the top. Especially “Requiem”, holy crap, that movie leaves a lasting impression. We watched “Precious” recently and it was pretty damn sad too. And what about “Antichrist”? No, that was just disturbing.

Backed out of going to Gay Pride this morning because that’s the kind of thing I’m likely to do.

No particular reason, just woke up and thought, “I don’t wanna go.”

The Boy’s been complaining about his quality of life. He admires people who go on grueling mountain bike excursions multiple times per week and backpack camp every weekend and go hiking.

So I’ve been encouraging him to do those things. Just this morning I told him to go skiing with his crazy uncle (I didn’t even know you can ski in June but apparently you can), or mountain biking with his cousin, now that we’re not going to Pride.

I’m generally fairly content with my quality of life because my favorite activities are all creative things that can be accomplished at home.

And of course being outside in nature. I like that too.

Bear Cub is in the forest area of the backyard, barking. “Go take care of your dog,” the Boy just instructed me, but I’m not particularly bothered by her barking. He is, but he’s leaving soon to go work, and then Mommy’s in charge. Well, Mommy’s always in charge, really.

Yesterday I “accidentally” fell under a puzzle spell and completed 2.5 500 piece puzzles and didn’t emerge until 10 pm. Shit. Time for another self-inflicted break from buying puzzles, as apparently I can’t handle them. They take over my life! I didn’t even call Corinne back! Now puzzles are affecting my friendships! Yaaaah!

Today I’m getting a chemical tan in anticipation of tomorrow’s Gay Pride parade, and I’d like to make some progress on the wig drawing series. NO PUZZLES. You hear me, addictive personality? NO PUZZLES!!!

* Quote by Mason Cooley.

I bought this happy little sweatshirt recently. It coordinates with everythiiiiing. I love it!

Depending on the weather, it might be appropriate to wear to the Gay Pride parade on Sunday.

Boring, black make-up box before…

And after!

Sure, it’s not my best collage work, but who cares? I refused to use my “special” cut-outs. Isn’t that funny? What am I waiting for, really? Oh well.

It still has good components: Kirsty Hume (love her), glitter lips, GRAPES.

The front could maybe use a little more pizazz.

The fun drawer.

Very important collage tool here. I wish I had discovered this spray a long time ago. Also: a rolling pin helps smooth everything.

I was supposed to maybe have a Broad Date today, but the Boy woke me up this morning and asked for a ride while I was in between weird heavy dreams and I mumbled “Take the car” so now I am carless, and the Broad doesn’t drive, so there it is. Heigh ho.

Looks like it’ll be another day drawing and watching old episodes of “Southpark” and puzzling. Although, last night I puzzled for six consecutive hours and even I think that’s a little much. Obsessive personalities aren’t much fun.

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Obligatory shoe shot from our trip to the park this week.

I find this warning hysterical. Their idea of a “playground” is two large fake rocks set in a patch of wood chips. Even if a child managed to climb onto one of these things, they would only fall about three feet onto soft ground. Anyway, everyone knows that little kids just bounce when they fall.

I distinctly remember thinking as I was strolling along in the sunshine and Bear Cub was grinning at me and Maggie was discovering the only muddy wet area in the entire park and splashing in it: I love you, Northwest!

These ferns are new.

That’s why I like to bring my camera–the landscape is always changing, there’s always something new to discover.

One of my favorite things to do as a child was play homeless in the huge wall of lilac bushes in our backyard, and even now as an adult I find myself scoping out particularly dense growth and thinking: “That would be perfect to play homeless in.” I told my husband this as he was hovering over me while I uploaded these pictures and he patted me on the shoulder and sighed a little sadly.

I called up my therapist yesterday and told her about my insomnia and my extremely low tolerance of insomnia and she told me to take three Trazadone before bedtime and I did and PRESTO! I slept for about 9 hours last night. Hooray for Trazadone!

Operation Starvation: A Celebration or “Stop Eating like a Fat Ass” or “No More Sugar for YOU” is working nicely. I have lost 6 pounds in three days. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: new fat is always easier to lose. So I’m feeling better about myself. I’m considering getting a Mystic Tan, but I think I’ll wait until the day before the Gay Pride parade so I will look nice and colorful and not pasty and deadish in whatever obnoxious outfit I decide to wear (caftan can you hear meeeeee?).

This is a 32 second long video of Maggie eating a moderately rotten apple, filmed by the Boy. If you turn up the volume nice and high you can really hear the slurping and chewing sounds. At the end the Boy says something in his Dumb Doggie voice, which sounds an awful lot like my Dumb Doggie voice.

Current drawing in progress. Prismacolors/metallic ink on paper, mounted on cardboard. It’s a little Klimt-y.

You can really see the color variation in my eyes in this photo–my right eye has green stripes running through it that my mother claims she just noticed for the first time when she visited in April. As I’ve been obsessing over every pore on my body for years, I was a little irritated that she didn’t notice it before. I mean, she’s my MOM.

Looky looky, “Grumpy” is starting to bloom! Although he doesn’t look “navy blue” like the tag claimed. I feel slightly cheated. In my mind I pictured a deep, funky navy blue color. This’ll do.

The salvia is starting to bloom also.

Also the pinky-purple plant next to the salvia, with the long and complicated name.

Periwinkles on the bottom and some sort of flowering thing on top that hasn’t flowered yet. When the sun is shining, the few minutes that I spend watering the plants outside is one of the best moments out of my day. Very zennnnnn. Like doing laundry. Laundry is totally zen for me. It’s one of two household chores that I enjoy doing.

Jesus Christ total insomnia (due to cold/merp/reading a psychological thriller about a bipolar artist with insomnia) last night through this morning. I’m not sure any actual “sleeping” was involved, but I did have a higher-than-usual number of “artistic” and “creative” ideas rotating through my brain that I was happy to share with the Boy this morning as we cuddled on the couch. I feel completely cracked out, not unlike the feeling one gets after staying up all night on ecstasy, except I don’t feel dizzy and pass out every time I stand up.

So what does one do when one is cracked out from insomnia? Decoupage your make-up box with cut-ups of old “Vogues”, that’s what. Christopher e-mailed to inform me that an issue from 2007 is worth a lot on eBay, that was all the motivation I needed to pull those fuckers out!