Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Here's an old embroidery I did. It's my depiction of cervical dysplasia. I know it's no fun, but don't forget get to get the vajayjay checked. I have been dealing with cervical dysplasia (a bad pap) for a couple of years. I don't like the procedures I've gone through, but the sooner you catch it, the less invasive the treatment is. I can say 100% that it's better than dying, losing your fertility, or having organs removed.
I promised another blogger that I'd post this little Public Service Announcement. Check out her post here: http://slapthatpony.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-yearly-post-please-read.html
I believe in the the power of self-imposed art therapy. Take your problem, stab it with a needle a few thousand times, and make it look pretty. Control it. Own it. Move on.
Monday, January 26, 2009
John Carpenter's The Thing with stop-motion GI Joes, from Zombie Zombie
I remember watching The Thing at a drive-in movie theater with my father. It was right before my parents divorced, so I must have been 7 or 8. I was supposed to be asleep in the back of the station wagon, but I couldn't stop watching. I was terrified out of my mind. Nothing is scarier than blood on snow.
When my brother and I were in high school, we drove to my grandparents' cabin in Red Lodge, MT for Christmas. On the way home we passed a horrible car accident. There was bright red blood all over the snow. There were bright emergency lights flickering through the snow. My father stopped to help and we sat at least an hour (it's possible it was only minutes, but this is how I remember it) and my brother looked terrified. This is the only memory of his being scared ever.
His blood and his daughter's blood were on the snow last year. I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my mind.
I saw this stop-motion video on Boing Boing and thought I'd share it. In the interest of slaying demons, I face things I used to hide from. The scariest memories of my life seem much smaller when told with dolls. GI Joes are like miniature plastic Chuck Norrii (the plural form of Chuck Norris.) Maybe everything seems smaller as an adult.
Today is my wedding anniversary. My life-size GI Joe is freezing in Korea. He has promised not to play strip poker with the warm woolies I have knit him. (That was a reference to MASH. I always picture David on the set of the 4077 instead of a modern air base.)
The next month is going to be long, but my love is waiting on the other side of February.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I've always loved my country, but I'm actually kind of proud for once.
Friday, January 16, 2009
My car repairs were exactly $900. Ouch. The overwhelming lonely emptiness of raising 3 kids alone in the middle of nowhere with no friends or family is getting to me. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. I can't find anybody to drive me to pick up my car at the mechanic's. How did my life get here? How did I manage to be so alone?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
My edges are rough, but I am pretty patient. My cold is going away and I have more energy and concentration.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
1 can black beans, drained and rinsed
1/4 cup low-sodium soy sauce
3 Green onions minced (We're snowed in today--I used 3 T of freeze-dried chives.)
3 T sugar
2 T sesame oil
Thursday, January 1, 2009
2009 represents hope and growth to me. It's kind of like when you're in bed with the flu for a week and you wake up one morning, not feeling 100%, not like you could run a marathon, but for the first time in a while you fee like you won't die, that you will recover and feel good and maybe even eat again.
This is the year my husband comes home!