T minus 10

ten days! we wait and wait.....

our treaters.....

Looking ever so cute our treaters left with the ever refreshing water to replenish their spirits.....ok we know we are SO LAME, ok brad is a little bit cooler... did I mention I was on hold with the bank? I was for 15 minutes, I had time invested I couldn't turn back, it was past the point of no return.

halloween 2007

Avery Halloween all time low:Scenario: Bell rings, we have no candy, not because we are the best house on the block and we have been passing out the goods all night....rather we just got in from a very wholesome movie (it may have even been PG13) Oh did I mention our coolness continues, we only had water to offer, yes water! You read correctly, not the bottled type the filtered Brita type in a glass, thank god our treaters weren't tricksters.....because did we have it coming.

Makes mornings happy

B our little EMO kitty

THE YEAR IN PETS

This is a Tribute to our lovely little furry friends some new, some old and some just temporary houseguests.




Max our foster IG, Max you little feisty old man!



Squeaker our little foster feral kitten




Spider he is "King Rat" if it so pleases him, the Big boss of our little furry friends



Ellie our newest addition, our little badass, Oh how we can not get engough out of the game el Chupakabrra



Dante our 9 year old Italian Greyhound we rescued for AZ, how we love your quirky style

and to B, who has become camera shy in rencent months, I guess that's what happens when you become a teenager (14), too cool to be part of the family, antisocial and is probably writing very bad EMO poerty out in the cat house as we speak.

Ode to Rachel Ray (a la Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

How do I hate thee let me count the ways.
I hate thee for thy use of “Dee-lish”
For thy high waist-ed jeans with thy too tight shirt tucked in
I hate thee freely, for thy disingenuous preparation of the 30 minute meal
I shall but love thee better after thy death

A description of my own personal hell

It starts with a beautiful sunny and breezy day here in Oakland, the first in a long time, the start of a weeklong break from work, trapped inside my cave of an office by IBM Via Voice. Someone please tell the name of the programmer or inventor of this exercise in frustration, so that I may wish on him or her their deserved misfortunes. Now I would rather be doing a million other things like; scrubbing the barnacles off Davy Jones body or writing out my will with my left hand in Hieroglyphics than reading into the microphone this: “I took a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly, I said wholly, WHOOOLLY, Wwholly, for fuck sake! I said wholly dam it!” I guess Mark Twain is rolling in his grave right now, at least I am not the only one suffering.

MYSA SÄSONG

As a frequent past time my husband and I like to follow arrows painted on the floor of Ikea that lead us like rats in a maze to a most "efficient" dinner of meatballs and gravy (Mmmm gravy). My husband being the vegetarian indulges in the kids meal Mac-n-cheese , where by one can feast for only a dollar drink included (a very strange Swedish economy, how do they do it?) . On one of last trips we purchased the MYSA SÄSONG comforter. Now I do not know what special deal the Swedes have with NASA, with the memory foam mattress and what have you, but this light weight super downy, soft comforter goes from cool to fucking inferno in less than 20mins, it must be secretly lined with the thermo-tiles for the space shuttle or those Mylar blankets they give to marathon runners. Now what you must understand is on any given day my body temperature is barely above that of someone recently deceased. So I know if I should ever be forced to flee my home and move to the frozen tundra where by I will be able to have only one possession I will be sure to thank Ikea for keeping my staring ass warm.

Mostly finished new work

"remains" 18"X24" acrylic on canvas