Sunday, August 22, 2010

Silver Foxes and Stinky Irishmen

Friday after work I wondered around Seattle. I am still a bit numb over the job thing and wasn’t ready to go home. My wondering led me to Border’s, which was out of my book, but had 2 others I had been meaning to pick up. My wondering led me back over to the mall where I was cornered by an Irishman that was trying to get me to donate money for needy children. He was my age and smelled of bum, needless to say I didn’t donate to his cause. The way home was a far longer trek then normal and further beat into my head why I don’t travel around Federal Way on foot and alone when the sun is setting. I was asked repeatedly where the party was by some punk, without looking up from my book, I told him I was to old for those kinds of things and he should ask near the 174 pick up point. He’s eyes where glazed over from the brief glance I had given him.

Yesterday was spent mostly asleep. I’ve been far to stressed to sleep well, but I also managed a good chunk of reading. 100 pages of a cynical old man rambling on about his life’s adventures in the culinary world. It was the highlight of my day.

Today I finally got around to ordering a few Trikkies to play with for a new crafty thing. They should be here about the time I’m out of work again. I’ll also be raiding my fabric stash for pieces big enough to make aprons from to put up in the shop. I’m determined to make it work. I have more dolls to work on as well. Another trip to the fabric store may be in order for supplies. Sculpy is running dangerously low in the tool box.

This week I realized I’m smitten with one of the older techs at work and either he’s good at faking or he has a thing for me too. Maybe we both are just on the same wave length. Something had come up the other day while we where talking. One of those things I just knew without knowing about him and he asked how I knew. I didn’t have the heart to saw I’m an empathy, that seems to get me weird looks, but in that moment, I saw/felt that he already knew. I can’t remember how I told him I knew. I have this want to hug him, but I’m also scared. Shadow told me to go for it and that both scared me and excited me. Chase my silver fox or play cute. I only have this week to decide what I want to do. I’m 26 chasing an almost 50 year old, my mom was a tad freaked when I had said something about him that I called him Cupcake and he blushed when I did. I’m so sad to leave this job, more upset that I have to leave such wonderful people that are like me and give me hope that I’m not just a lone freak. Though I have gotten better about that too. I haven’t been somewhere where pet names where mandatory. I’m Angela, Angie and Limburger Cheese and a pet name Cupcake has given me that has completely slipped my mind. Why does fate hate me so much!?!

It has crossed my mind several times though with Cupcake. I know it would work, but there is the age issue and how people view that. Do I cast those things to the wind? I’ve been single for a year now and though Shadow is my dearest friend still, I still feel like I’m betraying him. Nothing has happened and I’m over worrying. Only 5 days left and I’m sure they will be a mix of sorrow, misery and laughs.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Thoughts on the Gypsy

It’s been way to hot here the past few days. This morning I woke to find I was stuck to the bed. Looking up, or is it down, I noticed that my cat Luna B, was looking at me rather irritated. She was stuck to me, who was stuck on the bed. If I didn’t have to get up for work, I would have stayed there. But, I’m now in the final countdown for this job, so I figured I need all the days I can get.

10 days as of this morning. 10 days and I’m back out of work again and will most likely loose what is left of my mind. Though it will mean more time for my dolls and getting back to my artwork. Since starting this job I haven’t had the time, it has cemented it into my head though that I would love it if I can be a full time artest. I’m going to submit a doll of mine to a doll mag I read now and see what happens. I know if they put her in, she will help put me out there for others to see. It would most likely be my Sally, but I am also toying with Bo. I do love my Bo and have decided she won’t go up for sale after all. I will have to make another like her, but the original will live with me.

I have 6 other dolls I have sketched out since I started this job. 4 of them will go for sale, 2 will stay with me because they are more personal dolls. There is another project I am about to start as well that will go up for sale, but I need to wait until I have some money to order the parts for it. It should be a fairly quick project for me to turn out, but another personal one that I had planned on using for myself but now have no need currently. They should be cute. I would just really really love it if Blonde Gypsy became something more then a past time. Even if I had to work part time so I could craft the rest I would in a heartbeat if it meant I could still be the Blonde Gypsy a bigger chunk of my time. It makes me happy, it gives me life and hope and more importantly, it convinces the parentals I’m using my pricey art degree.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Not a good house wife

I was dead set and determined to clean house and get the yard work half way done. I got up, made breakfast for Shadow and was semi hopeful for the day. During breakfast, I spilled a full can of pop onto my lap. Nothing like waking up to ice cold pop. Wanting to continue eating my breakfast, I took of the pajama pants and chucked them down the stairs knowing I would be doing laundry later that day. I noticed Shadow kept watching me, a bit in disbelief and shock as I continued to eat breakfast.

Me: ‘What I do now?’

Shadow: *sigh* ‘You’re such a dork sometimes…’

After breakfast, Shadow got ready for work and I decided I was going to lay with the cat. I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but I did. I remember Shadow yelling at me before he left for work, but that was it. The next time I looked at the clock it was 9am.

I grabbed, yet another pop and went downstairs to check email… which lead to reading blogs… and then Gaia Online. At 1pm I texted Shadow:

Me: ‘Oh god! I’m a horrible wifey!!!’

Shadow: ‘What did you do!?!’

Me: ‘I am sitting at the computer, eating nachos and still have no pants!’

Shadow: ‘Your such a dork…’

Me: ‘You thought I blew up the vacuum, didn’t you…’

Shadow: ‘That was my first guess. That or your broke something.’

On the band wagon

So i thought maybe it was time I started one of these... though i'm still working on layout. this will mostly be a place for my random adventures both in art and daily life... cause the later is made weird by my over active imagination.