I’m a “spill” kind of gal. My usual dialog with people is, “hi, i’m trina. i am a little insane, so don’t mind me”. I think if we were all truthful, we would all admit we are a little insane. My delusion is that I can do art, hence this:
This is weird. Halloween is over and I didn’t carve a pumpkin or make a scarey halloween craft thing. Now Thanksgiving is soon to be upon us and then the buying frenzy we like to call Christmas. It is amazing that one class has cut so much into my making silly stuff time. It isn’t right. I should have better priorities.
Well, I did my civic duty and voted. It was surreal. In front of the door to the polling place they had some handicapped spots set up. There was a car that had the whole backend of it covered in anti-bush bumper stickers. Like “2009 the end of an Error” and stuff like that. I thought wow, I bet they are glad this day came. Inside standing in line waiting to vote behind me was a lady, probably not much older than me who was wearing a filthy ripped up sweatsuit, carrying two stuffed full plastic shopping bags, and wearing duct tape shoes. I had seen this lady last year on voting day, but at a spot at about 7 miles away. She must have walked all the way here. She had identification and voted. As I was on the way out of the building, getting into the car with all the anti-bush bumper stickers was an older white couple escorting a much older man wearing a World War II veteran hat. I did not expect that. Oh, and I offered the lady with the duct tape shoes a ride and she angrily shooed me off.
Very strange.
Wow, we had the fewest Halloween trick or treaters ever, only 21. And they were all little. Several theories… 1- new neighborhood when we moved in, all the kids have grown out of it, 2- Friday night, everyone had at home parties, and 3- the economy sucks so bad no one could afford costumes or candy. This was the first year both our kids didn’t trick or treat….. it was surreal. I’m sure next year it will be different…. maybe better movies to base costumes off of.
I have to finish 4 pieces of art to ship out this weekend. I am having a crisis of mind. In that my mind jumps between folk art, outsider art, realistic art, but mostly angry crappy art. I want to do nice respectable pieces… but they all in the end have chainsaw hands and fangs. I might be mental.
My daughter is in a high school play. First she was Assistant Stage Manager, then Stage Manager, then Stage Manager plus a small part. I like how high school plays evolve because parents and grades get involved. I’m sure she will be great in her parts, she has hidden talents I don’t thing she is even aware of.
portion of the prelicensing course for a real estate license. I got 100% on both the midterm and the final. Next, sales and law. Then the state test. Then the national test. Then spend lots of money getting set up in business. Then wait for the real estate market to pick up.
Anyone that knows me knows that I chew my fingernails. Even if I didn’t, I couldn’t grow a crop. For 4 years, I didn’t chew my fingernails. Never did they grow beyond the end of my finger. They are just so thin they fold over at the ends and peel off. I gave up. This past week, maybe spurred by the thought that I might be going on a job interview in the near future, I decided to go to a manicurist for the 1st time. I’ve never been to get my nails done. Never gone to get my toenails done. Which shouldn’t be a surprise since I have cut and dyed my own hair for the past 18 years.
I had no idea what went into putting fake fingernails on your hands. Dremel tools, sanding blocks, weird powder and liquids. After all of that, I feel like I am handicapped. Can’t tap in numbers like I used to not be able to on my second broken Glyde touchscreen phone, can’t open a can of beer. Can’t type a blog message without retyping every third letter. But I kind of feel like a girl.
Well, I’ve made it through two weeks of the real estate pre-licensing course. Got a 100 percent on my first math test, woot! It is quite a drive for me, about 45 minutes there (rushhour traffic) and about 30 minutes back.
Went to the flea market this weekend for the first time in a long time…. it was packed. So many people trying to sell things to get by or trying to find things for cheap. With the economy the way it is, I predict a lot of people will stop paying on their storage rentals and there will be tons of storage dumps at the market.
Or it just goes to show that a little bit of luck can get you anywhere. I am currently in a show in NYC at the APW Gallery. Here is one of my pieces:
and here is a link to the the gallery photos:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/23279804@N03/2898912870/
I think it is pretty exciting that my first gallery show is in a group show in NYC. I wish I could have gone to the opening, but I couldn’t find a train back and I didn’t want to stay overnight. And I’m a chicken. So I hope that people take pictures so I can see people standing next to my art so I know it really happened.
But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing stuff. Here are some scary ducks I got lately:
My real estate classes start on Monday, that should be an experience. I haven’t had a job or went to classes (except for craft) for 18 years, everyone involved should be frightened. I have been prereading one of the class books….. my brain is definitely getting a work out.
I’m not much for posting photos of myself. But here is a recent one:
Gee, aren’t I cute. I’m finding as I get older, I don’t mind so much having people see my picture. I used to hate any and all pictures of myself…. now I kind of just say “nyeah, whatever”.
Went to the endocrinologist last week, my blood tests for my thyroid are within normal but “the lump” isn’t shrinking any. So we are upping my meds and will have another appointment in December to see if it shrinks any. If not, probably another ultrasound in the beginning of 2009 and then I will get the lump removed. Yep, that will fun. Lets hope it shrinks all on its own.
