Illness
I hate being sick.
I hate it when people I love and care about get sick.
I have felt like crap for about three months off and on.
And I’m sick of it.
That is all.
It's About Me This Time
The shoe is on the other foot. Instead of me interviewing someone else, Janece Clement of Workings of the Mind interviewed me for her latest newsletter. You can get a copyof it by emailing her. Her baby Amira and her husband Paul also have their own blogs.
New Paintings
4 new paintings:
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They are for sale and would make someone a great Christmas gift……..please inquire within.
Tat
Author : jason h.
Comment:
Hi Leah. Last night I began thinking about getting a tattoo. I too wanted something
with meaning. I have always loved/studied and been fascinated by ancient Egypt.
After looking into hieroglyphic translations and various ancient Egyptian symbols, I
came across the eye of Horus. Can you email me a picture of your tattoo? The picture
isn’t showing up on your website right now. I’m just trying to see as many designs
as possible so as to come to a decision as to the general direction I’d like to take
mine in. Thanks.
Jason,
I hate it when things get lost and images don’t show when commanded. : )
Here is an old and slightly blurry photo of my tat since I can’t find the good one:
I still really love mine. Good luck with yours.
Snoooooooooooop
My kids were here for the long weekend. I really like having them in larger chunks of time. You get to cycle through some real feelings that you don’t get to in 24 hours or less.
And it continues to be one of my favorite moments with them when we are driving in the car and everyone is singing at the top of their lungs.
Partial List of Songs Sung:
Black Eyed Peas, Let’s Get it Started (with only small interjections of Retarded)
Tracy Chapman, Give Me One Reason
311, Amber
John Mayer, Daughters
When in Rome, The Promise
Linkin Park, In The End
E-Rotic, Lay Back
Snoop Dog, Drop It Like It’s Hot (snooooooooooooop)
During the two listed last I did my best to not listen to the lyrics and just appreciated that my children are musically inclined. Let’s Get it Started was my favorite. There are so many little melodies going on and with 5 people in the car singing all of them, well, it was rad. It was a far cry from singing Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling when I was little…..
Joe and I took the kids to Corvette Diner and pretended it was Alex’s birthday so they could get the full experience I had when I turned 31. See photo below:
Our waiter, Ringo, was stellar and threw the appropriate amount of Bazooka gum and straws at us.
quick recap for the kids:
Much Fun Weekend! let’s play poker again soon, devon, bring your handkerchief with the smokin’-red flames on it or i’ll make you use my pink one when you’re having a cat allergy attack, glad we worked out the ‘sitting in the front seat’ schedule for ali, ty and tony, (sure will be nice when we get a van….) let’s take turns pretending it’s someone else’s birthday and hit every restaurant in town, love to you, mom.
Today is 11:11
For as long as I can remember, 11:11 am and 11:11 pm have been my favorite times of the day. It must have started way back when I was slightly insane and thought about how one numbered time of the day could be better than any other, which it really can’t. but whatever.
In any case, 11:11 it has been and it’s worked out somewhat to my advantage. I have people calling me at those times of the day just to say hey and that they were thinking of me. And I get well-wishes on today, November 11 because it is the day that matches the time. In some weird perverse way, I’ve brainwashed my parents, siblings, children, close friends and my boyfriend to think of me at the minimum of twice per day and one day a year. That’s pretty rad, dude.
3rd Grade Punishment
Remember in elementary school when you’d mix your food together and add ketchup and dare someone to eat it and then the teacher or cafeteria monitor would see you and make you eat some of until you bawled as a punishment?
People that smoke are stinky. But I can still love them.
Smokers that drop their butts willy-nilly all over Mother Earth and send little steaming sticks of rank smelling unbreak-downable trash indiscriminately outside their cars onto the pavement and in the gutter so they don’t have to smell it should be forced to eat their still smoking remnants mixed in a concoction of mac-and-cheese with chocolate cake, strawberry jelly, ketchup, mustard and green peas until they weep.
Post
Pre Election Day I had no idea, not even an inkling that Bush might win. It was a very strange feeling to wake up and realize that Kerry would not be our president for the next four years. It reminded me of when I used to wake up in strange people’s houses after a weekend of partying and have no idea of where I was.
Usually, I’m a sore loser. It’s not like I throw dirt in the other person’s eyes or anything but I do mutter to myself about how I got gypped. And this election was about so many important things that I can’t believe how gypped we got. But somewhere in the back of my head, I hear my mother telling me that once it’s done, it’s done, as long as it was fair and square.
So now I have to try to support a man I don’t believe in because I do believe in America.
My kids, who told me that they would have voted for Bush if they were old enough, need to see me being solidly behind our president. One of my sons told me the reason he would have voted for Bush: ‘Because I already know what kind of guy and what kind of dumb things he does. I don’t know about that other guy.’
Stunning.
Go Out and
VOTE!
