Kendi

I have no pictures, but last night the scientist and I looked after Miss Kendi. I was a little worn out from the night before, and my old ladyness wanted to be in bed by 11pm... well, turned out, her parents movie didnt start until 1030 in the city, and Kendi had napped all day before, some homegirl was up and going and not ready to fall asleep when midnight rolled around.

As usual, there were many highlights of the evening... the first one being turkey and rice on the stove. Followed by mochachip ice cream and some SNL.

Then the blocks came out... and Kendi and the scientist built a fort for her dolls and a my little pony with a chopped off tail. One of the plastic dolls that she had was wearing a skirt that barely covered her crotch (i was trying to type this politely, but the doll looked like a total slut with that outfit on!!!). And the my little pony was just like one I had, except it had futuristic glitter hair.

Kendi is at the age now where she understood that I was sleepy, so she parked up next to me on the couch and we fell asleep with her talking... and I responded in kind trying to keep up. I'd look up and she would go "WHY ARE YOUR EYES OPEN??? you're supposed to be sleeping!!!!" and i'd say "I know! why are YOUR eyes open? go back to sleep then!" and she'd say "well, you're the sleepy one. i'm just watching YOU"... and then i fell back asleep to catch her with her eyes closed. We went back and forth like this for a good hour until I saw that she was completely knocked out, and then I was able to sleep in peace. I got driven home around 2 and proceeded to pass out until this morning around 9 or so.

There will be many more weekends spent with Kendi in the upcoming months that I truly look forward to. She's turning six next month.

Her mom says that shes a little shy around crowds, but I think I'm going to ask Kendi if she'd escort me to the flea market next weekend. I'm sure that I can convince her to come with me if we both wear our favorite color yellow. And we will walk through the ft green flea market and be the two cutest cousins ever.

Sunny Sunday

I am going to start blogging again. Even if it's only one thing a day... Because I have been so down in the dumps lately,that I need to take note of the little things that make me happy, rather than focus so much on the negativo.

So, I will start with this moment right now... I woke up and cleaned my apartment after 2 weeks of half ass cleaning... nothing is worse than going to bed on Sunday knowing that you're going to come home every evening following a long days work to a dirty ass apartment.

I sent this silly picture of me with the clean apartment to my scientist. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of it, and I thought I'd share it with all of you.

PEEP THE GLOSSY FLOORS YALL!

Psssst. 8 dollar boots below, and more.

Wow. I really haven't logged in to this thing since July. Funny, because that's right around the time that I started my job that I-- *knock on wood*, seem to finally be catching on to and getting a handle on. And it's been around a month in a half since I've had to go in to the bathroom and cry at work, so that's good.

My life has certainly changed these last couple of months. I feel like I've turned in to one of those New York City residents I always heard about. Working the long days (Mondays and Tuesdays for me are usually 9am-8,9,10,or 11pm) And trying to figure out how I can get one night just to myself, but I also need to see my girlfriends.

Also never thought i'd be saying this, but I met a very nice young man that's been a part of my life. I met him the day that my Grandmother passed away back in July, and he's been such a great support system for me on that front as well as many others, he's made my life a lot brighter.

I just revisted my blog, and boy do I need a scanner to maintain it. I have so much I want to share about my family, and also want to share with the world what a wonderful person my Grandmother was. But there is so much that I have to say about that, that it's most likely going to be a bit of a series once I get a new scanner to share photos. I also have to get my camera up and running again to shoot stuff I have here in the apartment.

I may not be able to blog once a day like before, but I'm going to try to make a nice post once a week.

Of course the first thing I want to share are these puppies:


These arrived in the mail today... and they are absolutely gorg. This bid on ebay started at .99 cents and went up to 8bux and some change, and I won... Shipping of course was like 7.50... but I got those lovely boots for around 8 dollars. Those boots are the reason why I will never spend money in a real store again. I know if they were in some little brooklyn boutique, they'd go for 100bux easy. The leather is like butter and they fit me to a T. Yes, I'm wearing them tomorrow. I might even sleep in them tonight. The picture doesn't do them any justice.



More goodness to come on my blog. Stay tuned. Most likely after the holidays.

xoxo

Atoosa Rulez

courtesy of gawker. they/she cracks me up:

Can you believe Lindsay has gotten in trouble again? Let me know your take on it.
Here's my take:
When you are in recovery for ANY addiction, you have to get yourself AWAY from all the things that triggered you. You can't just wear an alcohol monitor on your ankle and keep going out with your party friends.
Even with me - I realized I was a work addict and that even though I'd left my job, by being in NYC, I was still being triggered by all the same things that made me workaholic. That's why I've decided to spend the summer in the Hamptons.

one more thing, about kenfucky...

i'm going to be eating here in the morning. i am very excited about this. it's right across the street from the days inn.



mmmmmmmmmmmfuckyea!

kenfucky

i mean. kentucky.

im stuck here. in a days inn motel. in transit to san francisco for my lady friends wedding. its very dark here, and the men don't seem to wear shirts or have any teeth. (from what i saw at the gas station).

that's all.

xoxoxoxo

Biennial Clothing Swap. This Sunday, beyoootches.

That's right. I will be opening my apartment for another clothing swap with my lovely neighbor, this Sunday.

Email me for the deets. Clean out your closets. Leftovers will be donated. I have no clue what the picture above means, but it was one of the first to come up on google when looking for a clothing swap picture.

Sunday. 130pm. Get there early to get first dibs before it all just turns in to size zero pants and dirty wifebeaters!

OH EM, TO-THE EFFING GEE

hard to contain excitement while posting this.....

okay. so. i just got home, and i looked on the corner and saw a fresh iron gate... with a lovely awning right on the corner, of my most favoritist, bestest...first hummus-schwarma-backlava(sp)-experience-having restaurant ever...(sorry olive vine cafe... wont be calling you guys anymore, unforch) :-/

*ZAYTOONS!!!!!!!!!!

thanks again, sweet baby haysue for bringing zaytoons to me....i heart you.

i always talk about how my side of flatbush doesnt have anything. and i dont want it to have TOO much, because it just means that my rent will go up, but this here is a good thing to have.

not good for the pocket book...because i seriously have a weakness for them. best carry out. best delivery. best everything. and its all right here?!!??

whaaaaaaa?????

(i actually cupped my mouth in excitement upon walking up the street in disbelieve)

ZAYTOONS HAS ARRIVED!!!!! in dark slope! werd to my mom!

*picture depicted is that off the only zaytoons that i know... the one on myrtle. mmmmmm.

current situ has caused a pause in pix, unforch.

i'm finding myself without a scanner these days. so the childhood pictures will come to an abrupt pause until i invest in a home scanner within the next month or so.

as i mentioned in my previous post, i was running out of themes. i'm going home within the next coupla weeks, and i will trade in my current stash of pix for some *funner* (yes, funner is a word) pix that will redeem what i'm not able to post right now.

i guess ill have to cook more stuff and post pictures of food, or catch pazzo in more positions, etc...

standby....

in the meantime, why not do some shopping at www.glitterminivintage.com?!

Randoms

I'm running out of picture sets/themes, so everything will be pretty random from this point on.

Here is a great picture of one of my brothers. I wish I had another picture of my other brother reflecting the same fashion awesomeness. There are tons of them dressed similarly, and in three piece suits and the like, but those are at home. I have two older brothers that are 10 and 12 years my senior. This is the middle brother.

Check out the three piece suit action!! Shit is haute!!!


Then we have a picture of my mom with dead mark when they first got him as a kitten, and me with dead mark fullgrown.





lastly, here is the best halloween costume that i ever rocked. my mother made it. she sewed it. and i think i wore it to a few parties that year. it looked cute flat, but every time i wore it, my mother would blow up a big black trash bag, and thats what made me round. no airpump... all her own hot air. and then it would deflate by the end of the night, but i rememeber being the coolest kid with the coolest costume at the halloween parties that year!

a more tasteful post

perfection. last time i attempted to make the Fineman's salmon croquette's, they didn't turn out very well. i screwed up the sauce (so there WAS no sauce last time), and they were a little dry... and meh. well, this time, they turned out very well. here is a pic, with last nights left over wrinkly asparagus. i managed to snap a picture seconds before i devoured this plate. allikins and the finemans would be very proud! now i have a new dish to serve at dinner parties, and it's definitely a great quick dinner to prepare for when i get home late from work.

here is the recipe. i hope that the fineman's don't mind me sharing it. there were some modifications that i made to it that i'll keep my little secret, but this is what i went from.

Potato- poke holes in it and microwave it for 2-3min. until its soft.
-chop it up into small cubes or just mash it to break it up.

-Onion- chop the onion into small slices/pieces
-in a skillet heat up 1tb. butter and sautee the onion and butter lightly.

-Put the onion and the potato to the side to cool.

-Salmon- Pour the salmon bits into a large bowl.
-season with salt, pepper and I like some crushed garlic but not necessary.
-add in the onion, potato and 1 large egg
-stir it up!

-Cooking...
-heat the skillet and cover the bottom of the pan with veg. oil
-wash your hands and then make patties
-I like to coat them in cornmeal before cooking, but not necessary
-lay them gently in the skillet once the oil is HOT. (test it by throwing a little fish in, it should float and sizzle.)
-let them cook for about 3-5 min on med.- med.high heat
-flip and repeat. -let drain on a plate with paper towel.

-Sauce
-melt 1 tb. butter in a sauce pan.
-pour in 1 cup of milk and stir to mix butter and milk
-let it get warmed up, then stir in with a wisk 1/2 cup flour.
-keep whisking the sauce while its on the heat until it starts to get stiff.
-then add pepper and a pinch of nutmeg and stir again
-take pan off the heat set to the side, serve when ready.
(you can double this recipe for more sauce,
but i just wing it by eyeball adding in more milk and then slowly pour in more flour and pepper/nutmeg,,,whisk quickly)

my blog just turned dirty

sorry. but i had to share this. JACKHAMMER JESUS!!! bwaahahahahahahaha! Props go to Steile for this one!

summer 81, and random fall picture

i love my moms handwriting. this was written on the backs of the two pics below.






i posted this red sweater picture for violette to see, for homemade clothing inspiration. correct me if i'm wrong (mom:) ), but i think that my grandmother made this for me. it's very reminiscent of the lettering that my grandma used to cut out from gold paper, and would glue on our individual christmas boxes every year. i wish that i still had one of those to show off too. my grandma is 92, and i get my crafty/arsty side from her.

and then here i am in the fall... i'm guessing this was fall '82, '83?

meet, Bobby & Lulu

Let me introduce you to the two latest beautiful additions to my apartment, Bobby (left) and Lulu(right). Fuller Schitt,(click his name to find his find from his childhood!) and LWJ and i took a road trip on Sunday to Cape May, Dirty Jerz. I didn't really know what to expect, didn't read a thing about it before taking the parkway all the way down to the end, but was pleasantly surprised to find a little old town on coast of new jersey with beautiful victorian architecture, little eateries, and countless antique stores. We only had the chance to go to one after sitting on the beach, but.... my god... lerdy... little, sweet baby hay-sue, i must say............... i thought that i LURVED salvation army stores...... jeez oh petes, but this store full of antiques mades me so excited, i can't even type dsfksdjflksjoI!!!!!. where we went wasn't even full of pickovers. it was so good, that i could have spent hours in that place.

I got two vintage "hawaiian busts, 28 dollars for the pair"(that was handwritten on the folded price card) and two vintage magazines. one on guns and ammo (not that i have a thing for guns, but i loved the craziness of this publication, and another one on beauty. the captions in the beauty magazine are so scanworthy, that i promise to put them up at some point this week.



and this white paper bag, chock-full of typographical goodness came from a lot of around 500. they were a dollar each. i got one for miss steile, janakins, ladykave, and one for myself. appropriate for placement above a young womans stove, of course.


i'll be back there again for sure. but i fear that cape may just opened another door to a delayed antiques/kitchy fetish that has always been buried deeply within. on the way back, LWJ and fuller agreed that we'd make this an annual trip, but in all honestly, i know i won't be able to make it that long.

Hard Cor

i thought that this series of pictures related to one another. i still make all of these faces.


as you can see, i've been hard cor since my early days. i had my posse of girls, and we'd rollerskate in my basement. and that's right... it's yet another one of my dad's photo shoots where he captured us in the middle of a basement skating session (my dad is a photographer, if ya haven't figured that out by now!)



okay. here is me and john rogers. he's in jail now, but he was my crush all the way from kindercare up until we got to about 5 grade i think. he always treated me like crap, and i would even take a wild guess and say that i probably *asked* if i could sit next to him during whatever school performance we were attending. the look on my face here is classic.



and then you have me here at safety town. i looked PISSED. safety town is where they teach you the rules of the road on big wheels. that was a lot of fun. red light stop green light go. pedestrians, etc. but they were probably trying to explain something to us here, and i wasnt trying to hear it, which is why i looked so Hard Cor.

Yellow

Got a phone call around 7 this evening asking if I could look after my (almost) 5 year old cousin. I have to admit, that I wasn't exactly thrilled, because I was just in a weird mood, and didn't feel like socializing, or leaving my house--and I certainly wasn't in the mood to smile a lot tonight. That all changed though, once her parents said that she could spend the evening with me in my apartment while they went to see a flick. It all became okay when that meant I wouldnt have to change out of my pajamas and go outside in the cold rain.

I was in my own world, and realized upon hearing my buzzer that I didn't have any form of entertainment for a 5 year old. By the time my cousin got here, it was around 9, so I was lucky that I didn't have to figure out an entire days worth of fun, and I quickly came up with a plan! Painting! (notice the non-kid proof acrylic paint, that totally ruined her blue pants at the end of the night, by the way... I was a good older cousin in that I gave her my ugly pink tshirt to wear as a smock, but didn't take her pants in to consideration)



I love my little cousin, and was there the day she was born. I used to live in the same block as her family until I moved a 5 minute bike ride up to Dark Slope, but it seriously just isn't the same now, not having them a 2 second walk around the corner anymore. Her and Pozzo are the same age, but they hate one another. Whenever she comes over, Pozzo (literally) has a hissy fit, and K stays as far away from him as possible. But when K's mom comes over and Pozzo hisses and hollers, it's hilarious because she hisses right back at him and sets Pozzo in his place.

She got dropped off tonight at my apartment with a yellow spongebob backback (with balloons and some toys), a pink Dora backpack (with her pajayays), and some very good conversation. We talked about her upcoming birthday party, and how it will be in Prospect Park with a chocolate Snow-white cake. She's going to have two of these. Her father will barbeque for all of her friends... and then when we were having pillow talk, she told me how God was Jesus' cousin or something weird... but I think that she only said that because WE'RE cousins, and she was fading fast. I don't know where the whole God convo came from in the first place, so random.

Anyway, her favorite color is yellow. And painting with her made me realize just how...well, jaded I am now. Look at her painting, and then look at mine:

K's:


Mine:


when i was creating this, i wasn't paying any attention really. i was explaining the concept of collage to K, and was just kinda tearing out things that got my attention from last weeks newspaper ads. well, after taking photos of this, i don't think it's too hard to see where my mind is... money, wang (that's what the brown thing in the middle looks like to me!), and a new pair of specs, and some flowers. i don't know what the racoon thing in the corner means, or the asian girl looking down, or why on earth i chose suzy orman to put on my canvas, when she is really annoying to me... but this little painting of mine tells a lot about what's on my mind these days methinks.

Pozzo, the cat.

For those of you that have never met Pozzo in person, here is a picture of him. This is him in the moment... i couldnt have captured a better picture.

He sleeps like that. Gut sprawled to the side... knocked out. He never curls up like a "normal" cat... i just looked over and there he was, as usual, taking up residence on (his) the couch. If I ever want him to move, he get pissed and meows at me, and the end result is me pushing him off of the couch (or whatever soft surface he's belly up on), and him walking away mad with squinted eyes and a switching tail.

I haven't been home much lately. Clearly my hard work, and overpriced new york city rent goes to this precious catten, mister pazzo... and he proves this to me by sprawling out all over the place.

Also, not a typo...I either type his name Pozzo or Pazzo. His name came from the crazy character in Waiting for Gidot, which in the manuscript is written as Pozzo... but I just spell it with an A sometimes.

a friday night for elliette devine

i spent the night doing this. i am so cool.

*was too lazy to photoshop in my face on top of the smiling ladies face. but just imagine me smiling, and that was me. oh, and my floors are wood, not checkered.

Alright, back to the good stuff.

Here are two pictures from my black jon-benet series. Told you there were plenty more where the last one came from. I had to dance. With that bear. That's why there was a bear.


Photo shoot:


In action:


And here is a "where's waldo pic of sorts". I remember, I really did set up my bed that way numerous times when I couldn't pick just one animal to sleep with.

Not Bad!

Quick post. I am quite pleased with the first round of listings. I sold 6 out of 11 items. New listings are up now, and I look foward to seeing how those go. My 13 fliers also got attention! One of my favorite bloggers saw my flier on the way to the subway,and my lovely neighbor reebs also was excited to see one on her way home. Talked to my cousin this evening, and she said that she saw a sign that had more than half of the little tags ripped off on her side of town, so I definitely think that the fliers are a good idea!! I hung those up after it was raining out, so they must have looked nice and fresh this morning.

Enough about the store. Look for a good kid picture tomorrow. It's about time I posted one of those, isn't it...? I'm slippin!