For years that would be the first thing I would say to Geff in the morning, "what are we going to do for fun today baby?" Eventually , after about 32 years, I grew tired of hearing about going to work and paying bills. He was not getting in the spirit and I gave up.
But habits are hard to break and I still think that every morning, but this morning I awoke in a mood. Perhaps the decongestant is affecting my thinking, or perhaps the biological material that seems to stuffing every fold and orifice of my head is rending the happy part of my brain temporary unavailable. Even my synapses are clogged.
So I had some passing thoughts that are, well, mean spirited and negative.
Somehow most of those thoughts turn to other members of the planet that will not get with the Lulu program. My live and let live center is always the first to go.
I think of the worse boss who I ever had who conned me into doing a huge job for her at minimum wage, in her house that was being totally remodeled with out even allowing me or any of the other 20 people I was managing a coffee pot or microwave. When a young women who was one of my best workers realized that she was not even getting minimum wage this "Christian" women threatened to contact the authorities about her parents being in the country illegally. Even thou it was her brothers church that had brought them to this country to "show them a better life". A more Catholic way of living.
When the job was done the huge bonus I was promised never materialized and I never went back. I to this day still struggle with how to put all my anger and mistrust to rest.
I am thinking of the self important acting women who was a vendor at a big show that I was at one year. Explaining to me about Cavallini Stamps and papers. She was also kind enough to explain to me why her booth was such a stand out amongst all the "others". She you see was a photo stylist and a photographer. I, you see, was not impressed. I still can not find the hook to make me like this women, not that she needs or even wants me to.
It's funny the things that float around in a congested brain.
I'm off to meditate on what I am going to do for fun today. The fun is in there somewhere, I just need to get in contact with it.
OM FUN
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Hi sweetie pie-
I can't seem to remember my google password to post a comment on your new blog, so I'll send it direct: HA!! This is one of the best of the best, bebe - I love it!!
also: astoundingly, after 32 years, it never occurred to me until I read it in print this morning that your remark was not actually a question, but a playful and loving proposition. (How strange and warped are the windows and mirrors we have lived with all of these years, and continue to live with)
For that serial misunderstanding over so many years, I am deeply regretful.
So - what are we going to do for fun today, baby??
First, a warm croissant, and then we find a beach...
geff hinds * senior online designer *
Is it possible that I had the swine flu and didn't know it?
I have a disconnect with my body, I never can tell if I am sick or not.
I know that sounds impossible but as a child if I felt something it was pretty much disregarded. I fell out of a tree one time and told my mother, frona, that I was in pain. She had a full plate with canning peaches and making jam so pretty much I was told that I was fine. It turned out I had a broken collar bone and 2 broken ribs. But it took a week for anyone to believe me. It was all part of my being a spoiled only child.
So for the last month I have been feeling like I do not have my A game going on. I have been sorta confused and tired.
I did take my temp at one point and discovered that it was around 100, my normal temp is 96.8,(I discovered this when I was involved in a clinical trial that involved taking my temp every 6 hours over the course of 9 weeks), I'm cold. So I know I had a fever, head ache and a respiratory thing going on, but shouldn't there be something else with something that is supposedly a life threatening pandemic? Purple spots or a horn growing out of your forehead?
While I was doing the Girlfriends show Shelly, a Girlfriend, mentioned that she had had the H1N1 virus and described her symptoms, sounded like what I had going on.
Or I could have just had a cold.
But last night when I got done with this last show I went to bed at 7o'clock and slept until noon today. I feel better, I guess.
I want to apologize to the folks that I have seen at these last 4 shows if I seemed even more dim witted and dazed than the normal Lulu, I now think that I was sicker than I believed.
Once again I need a adult. Joy.....................
So the Antique show I am at this weekend is at the Evergreen State Fair Grounds, and I have a couple of things to mention about that, meaning the a fore mentioned show.
(1) My neighbor, Betty, the button lady, is very funny and has kept me entertained the entire day.
(2) A customer from when I had a store in Gig Harbor stopped by and she said, (after not having seen me or my stuff in 10+ years), "Oh I knew this was you, it looks like your stuff". It somehow depresses the hell out of me that my style has not changed in 10 years. That needs some thought.
(3) Marty is very Irish. I love to hear her talk and tell a tale.
(4) Gale gets me, she really gets me. Thanks Gale.
If you are looking for some great primitives and real antiques at good prices you oughta come on by.
See ya
Since getting rid of the Commodore 64, we have always had a mac about the house somewhere. But my computer for the last several years has been a small Dell notebook. The other day Geff went to use my computer and the keys kept falling off and the t key had been replaced with the alt key, sorta glued on. This is the type of thing that makes Geff crazy. I learned to type in high school while he was learning how to spell so I do not need to see the T, I know where it is at............anyway Geff was disturbed by the mess my trusty little note book had become. I could feel change on the horizon.
Last night he informed me that I was in luck, my new computer had arrived! Oh boy. So the evening was spent with him in the office taking my trusty little Dell away, and leaving me with this big new Mac this morning. He did find a slew of tropical paradise pictures for the screen saver, I'm not sure but the screen looks a yard wide and is very bright.....but the key board is big and I can't seem to figure out the numbers and the delete. But the keys do stay put and the T is in it's proper place.
Geff just sent me an e-mail informing me that Picassa does not make a Mac version. But that we have a new photoshop program and iphoto is easy.
I'm wondering where he put my slow, clunky, dim, small, key missing Dell.
Change is harder than I thought.
This week end I will be at the Washington State Fair Grounds in Monroe doing the Antique Show. If you are in the area please stop by and say hello. This is the first time I have done this show and am excited to go.
P.S. Joy alerted me that this post has no date, great. another Mac mystery.
So the Monroe show is this week-end , October 31-Nov1, 10 to 5 and 11 to 4. Set up is all day Friday if anyone is interested in trying to do the show.
I had a shrink one time tell me that usually folks are not happy until they find their "tribe". Some people are happy with their family tribe, some have church or religion. But my tribe, the people who I feel most at home with are those that have a passion for creating beauty out of the discarded relics from yesterday. I have no way of explaining the feeling of pure joy that I feel at a show surrounded by like minded vendors and shoppers. I feel like I am at home. Thank-you. I can hardly wait for the next time I get to do it all again. Dixie and Linda, Funky junk sisters, did a really great job and I am looking forward to being a part of their next show hopefully in May. Timi,come junk with us, love love love what you are doing. I hope your bus ladies were shopped out by the time they got home. Wish I could be on the Farm Chick bus, sounds so fun.
So in the middle of the show Saturday I was looking at Retreats booth and JohnBob Cool Junk booth and there seemed to be alot of pink, which may not be unusual for JohnBob but not a theme usually in Retreats booth and with the pink Christmas tree give away and all............it occured to me that the whole pink thing must be a theme I was missing,................the light bulb glimmered on for long enough for me to figure out the connection to breast cancer, save the tatas........sometimes I am so busy hunting for the obscure I totally miss the obvious. Springer spaniel brain.
Today geff and I were at Target returning yet another dvd player that skipped when I heard a women screaming. I looked about and saw a young man running towards a car, and another women hitting his car with a box of cereal and yelling at him to give the wallet back. This young man had stolen this older ladies wallet, Sunday morning in the middle of Targets parking lot. Geff and I were just a bit slow at figuring out what was happening until the car was leaving the lot. I had to go and shake the ladies hand that was bashing this guys car and him with her box of cereal. That took some guts.
The kid drove away in a Lincoln town car. It was so like a scene out of a change of live womens movie.
See you next time.
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