abducted by aliens

i'm back after a long, long absence. i'm not even sure what happened. that's not entirely true but honestly it was a rough couple of weeks and i'm not sure i want to rehash it. maybe someday. but let's say in the midst of everything i've been getting a lot of sleep, i've been making a lot of stuff, i've been seeing my friends or making plans to see them, we've been eating well, i've been dressing quite adorably, spending some quality time with shawn and i've got the pictures to prove it. i'll hopefully be posting those pics in the next day or so. 

on the agenda for today... possibly pan's labyrinth. definitely finishing up collages for sacred art. checking in on the bears v. saints game. (i honestly couldn't care less BUT i kind of want the saints to win. NOLA needs a superbowl. chicago really doesn't.) eating leftover chili. and trying to stay warm.

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idle hands

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i woke up at 8:00 this morning and immediately got to work. i had tons of stuff to get done for sacred art. and with the many viables this week holds, i needed to do it today. so, it was all about valentine themed stuff. hearts and flowers and cupcakes and chocolates everywhere. and then this one - my personal favorite. it unfortunately is too big for my scanner. so, i'll grab a pic of it with my camera later. but for now...
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a good mechanic is hard to find

i am overwhelmed and have been for the last few days. i haven't wanted to talk about this but now i need to. shannon and shawn's cousin mike passed away. today was his funeral. he was 40 years old.

shawn got the call on thursday night. i could hear him on the phone and i knew something was wrong. he came into the living room and said, "i have the worst news..."

i wasn't able to process it all.  even seeing this didn't make it real enough. it seemed like some horrible joke.

when i was in my early twenties and drove an incredibly crappy escort, mike came to my rescue on many an occasion. he had just taken over the shop from pat and i don't think i appreciated him nearly as much as i should've. i realize now that i was unfairly comparing him to pat. an unfair comparison for anyone because no one would have been as good as my father-in-law. but mike was good. and patient. there was always something wrong with the car and i was always broke. and he always just took care of it.

fast foward to the summer of '05. mike's wedding. he and beth may have been one of the happiest couples i'd ever seen. and their separate families were becoming one with seemingly little effort. everyone seemed happy. a year and a half seems hardly enough time. that's barely a heartbeat. i've know shawn 18 years and that seems like barely enough time. thinking about losing him takes my breathe away. i can't even imagine what beth and the girls are going through.

life seems really unfair right now. i can't make sense of this. at all. i know that i want to cling to those i love and make sure they know how much i love and appreciate them.  because you just never know, do you?

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happy making

Chocolate

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mythical beast

SOME NAMES IN THE FOLLOWING STORY HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT  OR INJURED:

when i was a little girl i remember hearing a story about my mom and uncle's pet alligator. he lived in the bathtub and when he got too big he went to live at the zoo. his name was oliver.

i have, over time, retold this story many times. it has been met with mostly blank stares. i'm sure that my friends are just too polite to tell me that they think i'm insane. after all, who keeps an alligator as a pet? the blank stares have forced me to call this story into question. was it something i dreamt up as an only child with an over-active imagination?

i was on the phone with my mom tonight and for some reason i asked about oliver.

shana: how long did he live with you?
mom: oh, 5 or 6 years mom.
shana: FIVE OR SIX YEARS! 5 or 6 years and NO ONE took a picture?!?

i told her that was what i wanted for my birthday. proof of oliver's existence. surely aunt selma or patty has a picture. how could they not? your neice and nephew have an alligator as a pet and no one thinks to take a picture? that to me shows an utter lack of forward thinking.

shana: so, how big was he when you got him mom?
mom: oh, pocket sized.
shana: and where did he live?
mom: in a tank. but then your uncle wally broke the tank and grandpa said that we weren't replacing it so oliver had to go. he was still around two or three years later. he just migrated around the house.
shana: mom, you realize this sounds like complete bullshit?!
mom: well, it does have elements of the fantastic.

i could go on like this and share our entire conversation but it would be the longest post ever. so, here are some highlights. oliver chased squirrels. he ate ground beef that had been left out for a week or so. when the tank broke he lived in the laundry tub.  and when it was warm in the back yard. (i
bet their neighbors the sullivans LOVED that- they always had little dogs!)  he lived in my grandma's pink bathtub after awhile and the family took showers in the basement. he was a "dirty little secret." they didn't talk about him much nor did he come out for visitors - hence why my mom believes there are no pictures. he was starting to become sexually mature and therefore aggressive when it was decided that he needed to go.

apparently, my aunt selma went up to use the washroom one day. while she was sitting on the toilet oliver peeked his head out from behind the shower curtain. she screamed and ran out of the bathroom with her panties around her ankles. oliver was gone in 48 hours. they took him to the zoo.

mom: you'd think giving an animal to the zoo would be easy.
shana: well, what did the zoo people say?
mom: well, alligators had gone on the endangered species list so they were interoggating us about him. we had to fill out all kinds of paperwork.
shana: wait, how did you bring him into the zoo?
mom: we carried him. one at each end and grandpa in the middle. people kept staring and asking us what we were doing. grandma told them we were shoplifting.

i need proof.

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i wanna be flea

when i grow up...

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