Daily Archives: July 27, 2016

Happy “UnAnniversary”!

I have to follow up a post on finding out what love is with one about true love. June 29th marked the 14th anniversary of the day we DIDN’T get married! It was one of the happiest days of our … Continue reading

Poetry Reading in Long Beach

Sack Nasty - Prison Poetry by Ra Avis. A Death on Skunk Street - A Life in Poems by William S. Friday. The Erratic Sun by Michael Hansen & Matthew Blashill

Sunday I drove up to Long Beach for the On The Edge poetry reading of Ra Avis, Bill Friday & Matthew Blashill. I was nervous about going to a poetry reading, as I haven’t attended artsy hip anything in decades. As I drove through downtown Long Beach,  I felt very suburban middle-aged.

Once there, though, I was made to feel welcome. Turns out I wasn’t the only middle-aged attendee, nor was I the only attendee who lived in South Orange County. Nice to meet people in person who you have read and interacted with online.

Suffering from fried brain right now. Have accidentally posted drafts of this post at least twice. Sorry to those completely confused, wondering, “Where the hell did that post go?” I probably should have left well enough alone and simply edited the piece. Brief, but done. At least for now.


Filed under: Anxiety, Human Rights, Poetry, Writing Tagged: prison rights, spoken word

Caption this Wednesday

It’s Wednesday and that means it’s time for another “Caption This” contest. Here is this weeks photo: Here are the rules: Put in the comments section what you think this weeks caption should be. If you post more than one caption, it is considered cheating, and that is okay with me. This is dog eat […]

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30 Days of Sandy Sue Altered: 4

A lot of the vintage photos I use are of my own family.  Here are a few of my favorites.

My Brother

Knucklehead

My Sister

(I made this for her when she was suffering from trigeminal neuralgia).

Broken Faces

Mom

Feisty One

Dad

Untested

Maybe my all-time favorite.

You’d have to have known my dad and his infamous “catch that and paint it red” line to truly appreciate this.  This is his father’s family.  Grandpa John in in the back with a little jewel dot (or gas bubble) above his head.

Prodigious Farters


30 Days of Sandy Sue Altered: 5

More Great Animals

I’ll be hard at it, painting my bedroom on Saturday, so will post #5 a few hours early.

Goat Boy

Bears

Betty's Eyes

Dance!Dance!

Oldest Living Thing

Smelling His Finger


30 Days of Sandy Sue Altered: 3

Some Great Dogs

No-Nonsense Dudes

Broke Free

He is the Hero

Never Marry a Cowboy 2

Linger


30 Days of Sandy Sue Altered: 2

The Simplicity Pattern Series

Domesticated Anarchist

Wolf-Watching


Day 2 Of Feeling Better

Like I said I hate to say I’m feeling good in case I’ll jinx it. Anyone who suffers from depression can understand that I think.

Tonight we went walking in a park for a while, it was quite lovely and the temps were starting to drop. I mean the heat that’s been going on has been leaving people trapped in air conditioned homes. It’s funny when 78 degrees is considered cool.

I’m hoping I get the nerve to go places where there are more people soon, but the fact that I have gotten out every day for the last three days is awesome. Once again proving my husband might possibly be right about the pot. I really hope he’s wrong and I’m just super lucky right now. That’s kind of stupid isn’t it? Kind of, actually completely fucking stupid. I’d rather smoke weed then be happy. I just miss how relaxed I felt and how it made the day pass faster. I’ll have to quit completely if he is right though. I know I am not a once in a while kind of girl. It’s called an addictive personality. Pot may not be addictive but I can’t seem to have it in my house without smoking it.

We’ll see what the next 2.5 weeks hold.