Perspective
“Basically”, she said, “It’s all in your head.”
“I know, but what isn’t in your head? Everything I think I know is all in my head. My imagination creates everything in my world.”
….and it’s a good thing the street sweeper comes along twice a month to violently brush all the curb dirt out into the street where it doesn’t even have a chance to settle before the next car comes along and sends it right back again to the curb.
Talk about futility.
People do that.
Let me take the focus off of me–I’ll find something about you to pick on, harp over, and I’ll load your back with all my shit. In turn, you can push it all back on me and make yourself feel better. Or we could make it a ‘together project’ and do it to other people all day long and shit on each other later. Let’s keep the dust from settling on us.
Let’s keep futility alive.
Welcome Amira!
Yea! Amira is here!
42 hours?? Dude.
Not The Story You Thought
Once upon the time there was a man and a woman that tripped into like and then fell into love within the same year. The next year was full of learning experiences that changed them both and held tremendous growth. It was wonderful.
A month or so before the 2nd anniversary of their relationship, the man decided it was time to ask the woman to marry him. Not all together comfortable with the idea but feeling pressured to not let her get away, it was difficult for him to do it and he warmed up with some practice ‘askings’ until one night he mustered the courage to make her and himself believe it was real. She asked him right back to which he readily agreed. It seemed perfect and they spent the night holding each other and not thinking of anything but how much they loved each other. It was wonderful.
A few days went by. The woman called her parents, her sister and her friends to tell them the great news. She started thinking about plans to make their wedding more them and less traditional. The man went to school. He went to work. He didn’t want to talk about it and didn’t want to tell his family or friends. The woman, knowing he was a slow starter in some cases, convinced herself that this was the reason he had climbed into his shell and didn’t want to think that he regretted his decision to ask her to be his bride. It wasn’t very wonderful at all. (more…)
First Impressions
There is a woman at work whom at first meeting comes across as very genteel and sophisticated. In fact, I would say that 98% of the time she is this woman that she projects. And then, occasionally, randomly, she says things that completely make me wonder if I have any people-assessing skills that work or not.
“No, don’t eat that. It tastes like old ass.”
“Well, that is just about as useful as tits on a bull!”
Other People's Business
H: What did she say? Was she talking about me? I have to know what she was saying about me. She’s always talking about me behind my back.
M: She asked if I had an extra tampon. I told her I just ran out and offered her a pad but unfortunately, she isn’t wearing any underwear under that skirt.
H: oh…..
H: Do you have any extra form CR#1′s?
M: Well, that’s quite a bit less exciting, isn’t it? And is that code for something you’re saying about her behind her back?
On The 'NO' List
Things that don’t belong at a wedding:
1) Karaoke
2) Mad Lib(c) Vows
3) Group projects that involve grout
The Kids are Here
You can tell the kids are here when there are delightful piles of things like backpacks and dirty socks around the house and the cat is hiding under the bed. I love it. Why? Because it doesn’t happen often enough. I don’t get to complain and nag as often as I’d like. Which totally puts me off the normal mom-nag ratio. Other mom’s don’t understand when I tell them I actually love to hear the kids arguing in the other room. Because that means they’re in the other room. (more…)
Part Four
The fourth time he asked me we really asked each other.
First we fought. At least as much as we fight. Which isn’t so much fighting as it is heavy discussion. And somewhere in the middle of the fighting we had exchanged ‘yess to each other and this time it felt like the real thing.
There was less fanfare than with even the tomato slice and yet things seemed right and just as they should be. Two days later we went to the swap meet and got rings, buy one get one free. You couldn’t have asked for a better deal to fit our budget.
I think the stone in my ring is green fluorite which is ‘believed to bring forth order from chaos, whilst uplifting and inducing relaxation.’ Bonus: it is also thought to fend off colds. Joe’s is a simple silver band. Incidentally, here’s a tip: don’t buy rings that fit your finger on a hot afternoon because they won’t fit right later and you’ll need to go get them sized.
The beginning of 2005 is going to bring huge changes in my life. I’m very much looking forward to it.
Today's Ask leahpeah Letter
Subject: art question
Date: Tue, August 31, 2004 9:00 pm
To: ask@leahpeah.comHi Leah,
I’ve been following your blog for months now, and I always return to view your artwork. I haven’t painted for years, and I’ve recently started up again. My question is: how do you do your backgrounds? What techniques do you use? I absolutely love them!
Oh, and I’m sure the metal ring is coming at any time now. Good luck to you
both.B. Keefe
Hey B.,
I usually start with some acrylic paint and keep things pretty wet as I go along. The drips are just incorperated in the look. Sometimes I’ve added some specific watercolor shade when the acrylic dries. It’s all about freedom to let the paint do what it wants, ya know? And lately I’ve started adding some ink work that I use on my greeting cards in the large paintings. It’s challenging but turns out nice.
Before any color I have usually prepped the canvas with some kind of paper or natural object using modeling paste to keep it in place. It adds depth and texture and depending on how long you wait and how dry it gets before you add color will give different effects.
Thanx for your letter and happy painting!
All the best,
lp
One-Liners
Here are some one-liners I’ve been collecting from overheard conversations for the past few months. I usually have no idea what the conversation was actually about. And I like it much better that way.
I’m only saying Duh! the one time. The other one was an accident.
Only if it’s covered in nacho cheese.
It’s not like you like her. Bam! and then it’s over.
That’s what would happen if Super Girl mated with King Kong.
I’d totally do it. I need more fun in my life….like yesterday at lunch.
Grilled cheese…definitely. (pause) Cut it down to 1/3rd an inch.
And I only talked in pig-latin to the sales lady. I think she wanted to kill me.
Guys are just like girls. No. They are. But just different. With less back pain…they don’t wear heels.
If you mixed Kerry and Bush up in the blender it’d be like oil and vinegar. And it’d be messy.
And, uh………ya. So. That’s it. Like I said, I�m real articulate.
I like my jeans down this far. Girl’s like it. Yes they do. Yes they do. Yes. No?
It’s small. It’s furry. I think I left it in the corner.
