No Bubbles
The foreign woman, covered in gold jewelry and wearing combat-green, chewed the equivalent of one tiny gumball’s worth of gum in her mouth. And yet, she insisted on trying to blow bubbles. I’m not sure where she thought the extra gummy material would appear from to accommodate her effort. Each and every time, her tongue struck straight through the center and out the other side of the pinkie-sized bit with the exception of the 5 or 6 times her tongue actually popped it out of her mouth and it landed on her chest, lap, the couch.
I was starting to really feel sorry for this poor woman, whose sole objective of blowing bubbles was being thwarted by her inability to buy more gum, when she pulled out a pack from her purse. She removed the spent piece, wrapped it in foil, and popped a new tiny piece of gum in her mouth.
Interview with Sparky of Snarky Malarkey
Way more interesting than even I knew it was going to be is my interview with Julie Jackson aka Sparky. I had no idea when I started it that she was the same person responsible for Subversive Cross Stitch, another idea that makes me giggle.
Excerpt:
My parents are in one of the later frames of the Zapruder film, and my mom was about a month pregnant with me at the time. So, technically, I was at the JFK assassination (though it�s kind of a stretch, I know). Here is a link to my family’s recollection of what happened:Consider it Done.
Happy List
The other day, I read this list from Andrew Phelps regarding how to be happier.
By gum, I think it just might be relevant.
Especially #2 & #3, which in my case go together.
Anticipation
You know when you are a million months pregnant and the baby doesn’t come out and the baby doesnt come out and you CAN’T WAIT to get the baby out of your body but you are SO SCARED also about what that will mean to you and your life?
That’s how I’m feeling about moving close to my kids. Everything that happens that isn’t helping get me there is SO irritating and I constantly want to punch or trip people. And I’m also terrified that my moving up there is somehow going to inadvertently tip the universe the wrong way and my kids’ lives are going to forever be scarred by my closer presence. Which, I don’t really think is true but what if it is? You know?
Life is Hard
Often, the right thing is the hardest thing. There is something in me that wants to yell to the teacher that things aren’t fair or that I really did do my homework and the dog really DID eat it. But when it boils down to it, if you want the best for everyone, especially your kids, what you want might not be the best choice. It might be a good, fine choice and you probably are right, but that doesn’t make it the best choice when everything is taken into consideration. And that sucks.
But it’s also best.
Who said life is hard? Oh ya, I think it was me.
And sometimes, what you decide to do can’t be classified as ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ It just is. And it will have consequences that are hard but that doesn’t mean it’s ‘wrong.’ It just means that I like the easier road. Not the hard one where you learn a lot about yourself and life. And it takes everything in me to keep thinking about the big picture. Sometimes I hate the freakin big picture.
Not knowing things is really hard for me. I want to plan out my life or at least the next 4 months. I don’t do well with the ‘let’s just wait and see how it goes.’ But I don’t really HAVE to know. I just want to know. Except what movie we’re going to this weekend. I really do have to know that.
Interviewing San Diego
Go check out the interview I did with Joelle, Tenth-Muse.
Excerpt:
In the last 5 or 6 years, Ive become involved in the gay and lesbian communities in the cities Ive lived in. As a bisexual woman, I think its important to support the community, but more importantly, HIV and AIDS are issues that affect everyone, not just homosexuals.
Im a woman whos mother lost the battle with breast cancer, so I struggled with the decision about whether or not to commit to fundraising for breast cancer research. But, I felt that HIV/AIDS services were in dire need in San Diego and in general, its a cause that a lot of people think they know about and dont.
Moorpark Packers
They haven’t won a game yet, but man do they play hard. Ty made the first touchdown of the season last game. It’s a family project since their dad is the coach, Devon is the assistant coach and Alex gets to toss in the footballs after the kick. Here are Anthony and Tyler promising to hurt kids on the other team.
Today's Ask leahpeah Letter
Subject: stupid questions deserve stupid answers – here’s my question 
From: Maigen T.
Date: Fri, October 8, 2004 10:51 am
To: ask@leahpeah.com
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This is crazy – but I’m also an artist (who reads dooce – we have so much in common *insert girly squeal*)…and I try to show some of my paintings on my blog – but I have a fairly crappy digital camera. Basically, I always get a bright spot or fuzzyness. Your pictures of your paintings turned out beautifully (not to mention the paintings themselves!). I just wanted to know how you photographed them, as well as the lighting you used.
Maigen T.
Hey there Maigen,
When I shoot my paintings, it’s important to have the lighting just right.
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Rolling Eyes
So, Mighty Girl launched her new stuff over on Mighty Goods and I saw this head thingy which is technically named The Tingler. I read her description which included phrases like “this thing will make your eyes roll back in your head” and “it can make you feel vaguely uncomfortable, like it�s a little too sexual to be happening in a public place” and thought to myself, ‘Huh” because I couldn’t decide if I wanted to have my eyes roll back in my head but sex in a public place has always intrigued me.
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How to Command Silence in Public
The man walks in the diner with his aging mother not far behind. He points to a table on the right. His mother yells loudly, ‘Are there any children over there? I don’t want to sit by any children!”
That San Diego Feeling
The man passes us on the street, peddling his pedicab slowly and leaning over the side in our direction. Just when he gets about 4 feet in front of us, he stops.
“Woodcha goy-els like a lift? I’ll give ya da real San Diega experience!”
Web Design
Joe and I recently did a side design job for Rick Jones of Gold Crow Solutions.
Here is one of the designs:
The blue one is better viewed online:
We didn’t end up completing the job by creating the web-ready CSS file etc., but it was really fun to do the design work with Joe. He’s a master to watch in Photoshop. We have a few other projects that we are working on right now, too. More on those later.
It’s way more funner to work with him than on my own.
Lunch, Yesterday.
Instead of the usual tuna salad sandwich from around the corner, yesterday, Margot and I went to the Marriot downtown. We had lunch by the pool with a guest whom was also one of Margot’s friends.
We ordered tuna salad sandwiches which were totally different than the usual tuna salad sandwiches. Because, we were by the pool. At the Marriot. With the ducks, which we nicknamed Fred and Wife since she followed him around and incessantly goaded him into begging people for food.
Here is a photo of two ducks which are re-enacting the lunch experience of the two ducks from yesterday. The parts of Fred and Wife are being played by Mark and Winnie. I thank them for their excellent acting ability. They look exactly like Fred and Wife, two ducks.
Heather Armstrong aka Dooce
New interview with Heather Armstrong of Dooce.com. If you don’t know her work, you should. Check it out here.
Excerpt:
“Heather lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, is married to Jon, has at least one pet dog and a daughter. But most importantly, she has a troubled intestinal tract along with a hearty sense of humor, which you most certainly need when you have the former. Her daily posts are peppered with bits of what it�s like to be in her world of kids, husbands and people of the faith when you have a slightly off-kilter body and mind. On her FAQ page, you�ll find how to pronounce her name and that in Utah even the Post Office has a changing table to encourage more breeding. Her photo of the day sometimes makes me want to cry for no apparent reason other than that I like the feeling in them.”
Locked Out!
I have been locked out and unable to blog for days and days and days!
Hooray for my hero, Joe, who finally found a backdoor or 5 to get me back inside. We have no idea why the login stopped working or why the generated passwords didn’t work but we can all breathe a collected sigh of relief: Leahpeah can write all her thoughts down once again.
Happy Sigh.
