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You say I'm a bitch as if it were a BAD thing.

Art Thread
Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2017 7:09 am
Pinning this to the top of my blog so we can have an ongoing thread about art.

No rules, per se –
I only ask that you read what is written before commenting. Try to use information such as the title or the artists name when responding (so if the thread gets busy, we will know what others are talking about).

It also will help if a WIP (work in progress) is posted.

If posting/sharing art – do not do more than one at a time so others can have a chance to comment/discuss before moving on to the next. (look at me – all positive it will be a busy thread…)

I might occasionally change this cover photo.
For now – my painting ‘Nevertheless’ 42x60” oil on panel
Our Turn
Posted:Oct 19, 2017 6:10 am
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2017 5:27 am
First – I have not been responding to comments on the last few posts. I am reading them and appreciate them all. Thank you. I am just quiet right now. Between the constant bombardment of ugly news & the 20 hours of driving to pick up a little one…and baths, reading bedtime stories, etc… yeah.
I am tired and a bit on the blank side.

But last Saturday night…. I don’t have the energy to write about it – suffice it to say that was delicious and much needed.

And on that note – latest completed painting: ‘Our Turn’, 20x30” oil on panel
Times they are a-changing
Posted:Oct 12, 2017 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2017 9:28 am
So, things will be changing around here for awhile.
Not sure if it will be a few months, or longer.
Having a 5-year-old in the house will do that.
While I hate why it is necessary, I do adore that little girl and will enjoy our time together.
(What time I manage to wrest from my mother, that is. With all her plans to do most of the work, all I can think is ‘where the hell was she when I was raising my 3)?

Yeah. Not so kinky.

But….Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas with a child around again….
Nothing but joy in that.
The halls will ring with cries of ‘GrandGoddess! GrandGoddess & Thor!’
Not a thing weird about that, at all.

In the meantime, we have Saturday night.
And I am making plans.
There is something about unlimited time that has made us a bit…perhaps lazy is the word? In terms of planning/romping/sceneing/playing….whatever you want to call it.
Of course, that’s not it really. Time is certainly limited with his career. And yet, we know we are together and alone if we want to be each weekend. (not that that has done us much good lately as he has had to work through weekends as well). Now, there will be a child around. Plans will need to be made. There will be more of a push to keep those plans and not put it off until later…because time will be more limited. Because arrangements will have to be made. I remember what that was like – it wasn’t that long ago after all. And there is…something. Something about it. You of course complain at having to make arrangements and being limited…but still…there is something about it that makes you appreciate the alone time even more. Pushes you to make the most of it. Perhaps causes a bit more urgency.

*spin cycle*…..spinning it as best I can ….

Just completed painting ‘Languid’ 12x14”…and already sold. Thank you, kind collector. I vow to paint plenty more pretty ones (even though I just want to paint sociopolitical ones), because…well, .....because you keep buying them from me.
Except, really.....
Posted:Oct 6, 2017 10:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2017 3:30 am
'Except, really, when had men not been mystified by women? They were the magic that men dreamed of, and sometimes their dreams were nightmares.'

-Sleeping Beauties
by Stephen & Owen King

painting and cooking apples
Posted:Oct 4, 2017 10:32 am
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2017 2:41 am
I wrote a post about how heartbreaking the world is right now.
Then deleted it.
We are all feeling the same thing, so having nothing new to say that someone else probably already has…I chose to just say ‘fuck it’.

I’m in hiding mode, I suppose.
I want to stay home and paint.
And cook up all sorts of recipes with apples that I picked with mom the other day.
I have a couple art fairs I am attending for the alias work – which is a new thing for me (but the present sales figures demand I get creative). On the one hand – looking forward to a couple of fresh Fall days being outside at fairs with music and beer and happy people. On the other hand…staying at home not being around people is kind of my jam.

Sometimes I donate to causes. Sometimes I march in protests. Sometimes I yell and post political beliefs on my alias FB account.

And sometimes I need to just cook apples & paint.
mom, you slut bunny
Posted:Sep 28, 2017 7:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2017 8:46 am
My favorite bad-date stories came from my best friend.
There was that one with the guy who had prostate problems, which he explained when she suggested coffee or alcohol. Prostates are an excellent topic of conversation on the first date!

There is a new chick in town who will keep me entertained, I suspect.
She is in her apartment now texting 3 men at once (like a whore).
I did tell her she needed to get social as she was driving me nuts.
I have to work – please find some friends, I lamented.
I am not retired, you are, I stated.
You know who else is retired? Other people your age…lots of them.

Literally 8 men on the line.
That lady is going to out-play me back in the day.

Go Mom!

I am hearing things like:
'this one has a beautiful head of hair'
'this one is very successful'
'I like them with a big belly'

I'm alternately entertained and slightly disturbed.
so good
Posted:Sep 24, 2017 8:14 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2017 2:55 am
Oh, that was so good.
It was my first visit back to Texas that left no bad taste in my mouth.
Worries about the kids- always.
Overwhelming depression-inducing worries, not as much.
I checked out of politics/news and just enjoyed a lot of laughter and hugs and baby drool and it was so freaking nice.
I wish I could magically swoop in and fix all their struggles, but I can not.
But I have learned to just…embrace and enjoy.
And not feel guilty that I can not fix it all.
I loved and felt loved, and seriously…what is better than a one-year-old who is learning to kiss by eating your face?
And I felt loved and missed here at home – and damn, life can be such a struggle, but it is so good also.
We took a lot of photos of course. I look so happy in them.
There is a difference in those photos where you are smiling and trying to look good vs. playing and having a blast with kids. I have to admit, in the ones with the kids – the natural joy is beautiful.
And then you give them back and get back to the life you have built that makes you happy…and shoot…I just feel so lucky.
football season
Posted:Sep 17, 2017 7:36 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2017 7:09 am
I have no idea what he did to me.
It was one of those occasions when the pleasure was so good…you didn’t know what was going on.

He wanted to watch college football last night.
He spoke about it the day before. Mentioning he hasn’t seen a whole game through yet…because of things we have been doing. Stopping just short of saying ‘It’s Saturday night and I AM watching this.’
So, I gave him a look and said he could, but only if he gave me 2 orgasms first.

He came to me after my shower in the afternoon, said he wanted to tackle number 1.
Ok, give it to me, slut

I remember kissing and touching and laying on the bed. I remember his hands and mouth on me. After that, I’m not exactly sure what he was doing…some kind of fluttery teasing was going on. With fingers and lips…and, who the hell knows? Holy shit.

I was in a fog for quite awhile afterwards, but I do recall telling him that whatever that was he did….remember it.

I love weekends.
And maybe, just maybe…football season is not so bad.
Things I do before I have my coffee
Posted:Sep 14, 2017 9:22 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2017 8:47 am
Walk into walls
Answer anything anyone says to me with: ‘what? WHAT?!’
Sit on the toilet with the lid down
Walk around the bed twice in confusion
Trip over the cat
Fall over trying to put on socks
Forget the coffee I just poured, having to leave my desk downstairs to go upstairs and get it

If there is a reason to be moving at any speed before I have had my coffee and the slave speaks to me and I reply with several ‘what’s’…he usually mumbles something about me having my coffee first…never mind.

Apparently, being un-caffeinated makes me deaf as well as clumsy.

So, why in the hell do people still try to talk to me?
My mother. I am referring to my mother.
I’m going to have to have a long mom-bitch-fest here soon.
Thank you in advance for the free therapy.

This photo was taken of our TV. We laughed at that and snapped a photo. Programming these days….it's gone downhill. But, what I really want to know if the program before that one….tighten your what…?
Irma, you bitch
Posted:Sep 13, 2017 6:20 am
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2017 9:33 pm

I really did not think Irma would get us.
But it did - knocked trees down...with live power lines on ground next to house.
It's been that way since Monday afternoon...and still no energy company.
I am hearing at the coffee shop (after the neighbor almost electrocuted himself to cut a tree so we could use the driveway) that we may not have power until Friday.
Of course, they haven't been here to see the FIVE trees that are it could be longer.
I cant complain compared to others, of course.
But damn, this was a free week for painting the real stuff.
I have to throw out so much food today.

ah to the gym to shower like a homeless

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