Sunday afternoon, HBO inauguration music special is on in the background while the dryer tumbles. It was great until Garth Brooks took the stage. Yikes. Got passed up for a promotion and my ego is bruised probably as much as my liver. The fever blister burning above my lip is not helping the situation. I got my nails done and purchased a new top in a size larger. Got some big ass earrings to go along with. I got swallow it, that pride ya know-Big swig of medicine tasting reality. Gotta strap on those high heels and keep my mouth buttoned and smiling.
Here’s some Abe Lincoln courtesy of Mark Ryden
I spend most around staplers. While sneaking a peak at the internet. I found this beauty by the following artist, Squatter.
I am going to be Medusa for Halloween. Thom will be “The Dude.”
Sam, almost 13 has deemed himself too old for costumes. Aaron is going to be a Mummy. Noah will be Lord of the Spiders. See you at my party.
Filed under: Art, boobs, work | Tags: Art, art with post-its, boobs, corporate, jobs, Office, post-its, tits
I like my new job. I signed a three page job description yesterday. So now I guess I can say “That’s not in my job description.” Ha Ha.
Yesterday, I went home from lunch in full work garb. I’m talking black panty hoes (that I had to sit on the bed and hurl my legs in the air to get the things on, kinda things), knee lenth a-line skirt, striped black and grey blouse with Mary Jane heels. I gotta kick off the heels and throw on some comfies while I feed the dog, deal with 3 fundraisers, etc, multi-task on my lunch break. My comfies are huge pink target brand crocs. I went back to work forgeting my heels. Ugh, the embarrassment. It was my go to school with no pants nightmare. Here is some post-it art for your enjoyment.
Saturday Night Horchata and I were able to catch the Annual FRIDA KAHLO Artists Exhibit.
Beautiful paintings.
And even sculptures.
Some times when you leave a job unexpectedly it’s like jumping out of an airplane and wondering if your chute is going to open or not. Some people call it blind faith. Some people call it courage. Some people call it stupidity.
I have been spending my days at home with the boys and it has been swell. Noah went to the OC Fair with his friend on Tuesday. Aaron and I had a special date just the two of us at Starbucks. Sammy is growing into a tall slim preteen all of 12. He has been texting a girl! Holy Smokes! Daughter-in-laws in my futures, oh my!
Yesterday I took the kids to the Getty to see Maria Sibylla Merian & Daughters: Women of Art and Science. 
Yay, Women! Hooray Bugs! We had a great time wondering around the Santa Monica hillside stepping on the Travertine Blocks.
Next year two will be in Junior High, One in the Fourth Grade. They are growing up very fast.
They were a lot of crazy flowers to stop and smell.
Driving out Saturday morning we spotted this old trunk on someone’s driveway with the usual lamp shades and boxes o’ clothes. We stopped and asked for a price and they replied, “It’s a Vaudeville Trunk.” And indeed, inside were actual newspaper clippings of performances at various venues glued onto the trunk with a seal of authenticity.
Oh man, they know what they have. They gotta want a couple hundred for this thing, I thought to myself as I began to already dismiss the trunk. None of the other items looked appealing and I started to say “Come on kids, lets go.”
“Wait, you don’t want the trunk?”
“You didn’t tell me how much it was,” replied the clever Horchata Bones.
“Ten Dollars.”
“Sold.”
Filed under: Art | Tags: Bags, Cherry Blossom, Fake, Louis Vuitton, Purses, Takashi Murakami.
A while back PL 
, and I went to see the Murakami Exhibit at Moca. She tells me “I’ve taken the liberty of buying you a ticket.” Aww. Niceness
Anywho, last week, I am at work and a certain highly eccentric bi-polar individual comes in literally throwing gifts around. While I’m helping her with her walker, I notice she is holding a LOUIS VUITTON CHERRY BLOSSOM POCHETTE.
And I exclaim, “Do you know what this is?!!!”
“Yes, I know what it is. I bought the damn thing,” she barks at me. I can imagine her knowing Louis Vuitton but identifying Murakami- ah-uh. She gives the purse to my boss. I run over and grab the booklet that I got at the show to show the boss. I thought she ought to have it. She ought to know who Takashi Murakami is.
We determine, It’s not a genuine LV. Maybe it was the price tag for 34.99 that tipped us off. However, I was secretly in love with it. And today the boss gave to me!
Eye<3 Murakami
Cherry Blossom
Check out this blog featuring Fake, gasp, Murakami LV and Britney Spears!
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I left the house with 2 hours to spare in order to be on time to my first ballet, Festive Ballet at the Irvine Barclay Theatre. I got turned around a couple times on the way due to driving anxiety. This actually has more to do with the fear of getting lost, Mazeophobia, than the actual driving itself. I was dressed in my birthday black and white polka-dot dress, and new purse. I walked quickly, right behind a couple and their Barbie doll daughter, 2o something leggy blonde in a short shirt and pumps, obnoxious on her cell phone. I accelerated my pace to rid myself of them and heard them chuckling behind me. Elitist assholes.
I made it to Will Call where Horchata had my ticket waiting for me. I was dateless tonight. I was thankful he was at home slaving over dinner and kids so I could see this show for my class. Ballet was not my first choice of performances, but the only one between now and Wednesday.
In the lobby they had refreshments, champagne -$8, beer -$5. Drink or no Drink? Drink! I needed to calm my nerves after the drive. I had a beer I’ve never seen before,
Estrella Damn.
Filed under: Art, MomLand, warm fuzzies, your mom | Tags: 5th Grade, Oscars, Science Camp
I sat on the couch Sunday evening, watching the boob tube (everything’s about boobs) with Two-buck Chuck filled in the wine glass next to my feet on the rug. I felt my amplified emotions get the best of me as wept for
Marion Cotillard
who had won Best Actress for La Vie On Rose. I had been out all Sunday shopping with Aaron, my 2nd oldest son, who was set to leave for 5th Grade Science Camp, Monday morning. Thinking about his impending week long absence was a recking ball on my heart. Wondering if he was going to spend his 4 and a half days crying at night in absolute loneliness with no one to comfort him. I was really worried about cruel kid ridicule coming down on him. For some reason, although I had been through this before with my oldest, it was tougher with the middle one.
Encore tears came streaming along for Hansard and Irglová
and Diablo Cody who also won Oscars. Didn’t you adore Once Actress Markéta Irglová’s Wonderful
Oscar Acceptance Speech ? After she was first snubbed by “the music” and then brought back on stage to have her moment, say her thank- yous and encourage all of us dreamers that anything is possible.
And I loved how Diablo Cody (clad in skull and bones earrings, tattoos and black bobbed hair-do) said “Thank you to my parents for loving me the way I am.”
This morning I rode with a friend and fellow mom (who has 3 offspring, like myself in the same grade) a short hour and 20 minutes to Thousand Pines with 5th grade luggage and sleeping bags in tow. After arriving at camp and talking with other 2nd timer parents, I found that I was not the only delusional mother who had feared the worst. One mom added it’s not tonight she’s worried about. “Wednesday’s the night when they crack.” Great. I want to be the only one cracking. God, spare my kid would ya?
Filed under: Art, warm fuzzies, your mom | Tags: boobs, breasts, cross-stich, friends, Hair, housewives, knitting, knockers, tits
This one goes out to a brilliant friend who’ s currently in love with hair and knitting.
First a little boobage, because, you know how I roll. This one’s called Cousin Tit. Of course the reference to The Addam Family’s, Cousin it. 
Which kind of reminds me of my bearded spouse that I am madly in love with:
Who may be getting a trim soon.
Getting back to the friend who is living in coldy rain land. I found this in a link Thom sent awhile back that had beautiful kitty wigs and this:
subversive cross stitch
Where one can purchase these gems.
Anarchist Housewife mantra for the day:
As long as your
house is clean,
your mouth doesn’t have to be.
Hope to see you in March Johanna!
