Art, you say?

Turns out the Shave The Baby dolls were actually a piece of art made by Polish artist ZBIGNIEW LIBERA. His work is pretty wild - he takes childlike objects (such as toys) and distorts them with grown up details.

I'm not sure most of his work is my cuppa, but I do really like his altered Barbie dolls. Those wee girdles are fantastic!

I'm totally naked under this dress.

Totally.

Must Read!

"JJEEEEENNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DO NOT TAKE THAT SHIT! What the fuck kind of a goddamned doctor do you fucking have anyway??? You need one like mine where I’ll call up and be all, “Hmm. Yes it’s Ms.Kappes and I need refills on my vicodin, valium, dexadrine and dilaudid. Oh, and throw in some more syringes. And some morphine suppositories* Of course I want them delivered you bitch!"

Get your butt over to The Bloggess to read the most hilarious letters ever written. This Bloggess fan-friend could just take her letters to Kinkos, get them bound, and then sell them on the street for some hard ass cash.

Slowly Restocking

Got a batch of new button rings in the shop today! I'll be restocking throughout the week - but I admit I'm most excited to list my new earrings. And hope I can get those up before Monday. The wire wrapping skills are getting better and I found some really pretty antique glass beads.

I've still got to do packaging pics - but seems like whenever I start to do some work the kids need something. The leg humping is a bit worse than usual since the weather changed. We are getting a whiff of spring with warm and cozy 40 degree weather instead of the usual -18. Smok'n hot in Chicagoland it is!

Don't Shave The Baby!

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DO stop confusing the diaper cream with the steroid ointment.

Gyorugi!!!

Tonight at son's Karate class I tried to talk to one of the instructors. It was before class had started and it was just he and I in the hall. This instructor was young, a bit rotund and has one of those nearly there mustaches.

I asked him if they were going to talk to the kids about when it was appropriate to use Karate. Because son had mentioned wanting to go Tae Kwon Do on a kid on the bus. To which the instructor said said, "No! No! That's what it's for. Attack! Defending yourself!". Then he took off lightening fast all of the sudden.

I thought perhaps I hadn't heard something; a cry for help in the distance perhaps? He ran back and forth down the hallway as fast as can be, his face all red and intense. Then he broke away and ran into the sparring room and started kicking the shit out of a freestanding punching bag. Then karate chopping it. Then kicking some more. All the while yelling out some sort of karate attack language. Then bowed out of the room and walked away. Conversation over apparently.

Next time I'm going to tell him it's really brave of him to teach karate. Because I heard people who teach karate are big pussies. What do you think he'll do then? Hi-Yaaaa!

Looking Back - High School

1986ish - Me, A neighbor of Tammy's & Tammy in Florida.
Please avert your eyes from my hideous "O-Tay!" tee shirt.

A few months ago husband and I went out for drinks and dinner with with an old high school friend Tammy and her husband. Actually, she and I were best friends in high school. We kept in touch through college and then marriage and babies entered the picture and we drifted. But laughing together at dinner made me remember all the reasons that we used to love to hang together. She's got this awesome throw your head back laugh. A raunchy sense of humor and down to earth outlook. Since then we've gotten our families together for lunch, and are planning to do so again in February and I'm really looking forward to it.

I never thought that I would want to meet or talk with anyone from high school. I remembered it as being a time filled with anxiety and nerves and had no desire to revisit it. I never felt like I quite measured up. Mom was struggling with some deep depression and dad was at the limits of his temper. (Which I suspect, might just be a normal phase of parents with teenagers after having kids of my own.) Just not my favorite time in life.

But hanging out with Tammy made me realize that I was just remembering all the negative stuff. That I actually had a lot of fun. Spring breaks with Tammy and Dee at her dad's house in Florida. Putting on makeup at her house before school started. Meeting husband and all the thrills that went with passing notes to your crush in the hallway. Giggling with my sister in our bunk beds and having family pizza night.

Anxiety really twists perspective. Yeah, there were some bitches in my school. Maybe they are lovely now, but at them time they pretty much sucked. But I let my anxiety make them larger than life. A looming fear pounding in my chest as I rode the bus to school. And now spoiling my fun memories. And I also I think the ADD I recently figured out (I refuse to call it ADHD since I'm the opposite of hyper) added onto the nerves.

I do remember that husband was an anchor for me during that time. He was just an oasis of calm and confidence and being near him somehow made me feel less stressed out. It's still the same really. Our little family is always happier when he's around. And that Tammy and I laughed a lot and that meeting her at our locker between classes was always a lifesaver on some days.

I'm actually not feeling regretful, more reflective. Trying to look back at how it felt when anxiety was pretty much ruling my life. Relieved, that for the most party, she's not kicking my ass all the time now. Just sometimes. And less and less so as I get older I hope.

Jesus Rides A Raptor

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This picture is for Jenny. Cause she likes to talk about Jesus and kittens and meth.