Thursday, July 29, 2010

Thrifty Bitch part 2

As I said in my last post, I wanted to do what I could to make Bobs house look more organized and modern before he returned from Afghanistan. So Steveo and I went thrifting  and I found a mirror. 14 bucks later I brought it home. Went to Home Depot, bought sand paper $3.15, primer $3.45, red spray paint $3.95. This was my first attempt at remodeling anything and I'm rather impressed with it. It was an ugly brown with lots of scratches on it, but pretty easy to smooth out with the sand paper and primer. After that dried, I applied 2 coats of red spray paint and set it out to dry. Then I took some of my Acrylics out and added little swirls and dots. My only problem now is, I want to keep it here, afterall, it looks very Asian and thats plays into my whole Zen/Asian home decor.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Shifting Perspectives

I'm not good with goodbyes. When its time for that last hug before saying goodbye, its nothing less than pure awkwardness, not quite knowing what to say and holding any sign of emotion in. Today Toms dad Bob is leaving for Afghanistan. He will be gone for a year. He hopes to be able to come back on break in November for our wedding. He is family now. I saw Toms fear, could feel his uneasiness, and wanted to be strong for him. We all went out to lunch, and on the way listening to the radio was a news story about 2 Marines missing in Kabul. We all remained silent. Kabul is where Bob will be for a year.

Before Tom and I got together, I misjudged Bob as being militant and close minded. Thats how he seemed when I first met him when I was 14. Even though we are on opposite sides of the spectrum when certain topics come up, I still have nothing but respect for him. He is truthful, brave, and kind.
He will be picked up by a shuttle and taken to the airport at 3am this morning. So tonight he is in my thoughts and prayers.

The boys and I will be staying at his house a lot until school starts. In that time, Tom and I will be doing what we can to fix up his house. Its a beautiful home right by the beach. I want Bob to come back to a cozy home that he can relax in. He worked so hard all his life, and he deserves to come home to some peace and quiet.

So now I have a new project, and Im looking forward to doing whatever I can to be there for Tom as well.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Thrifty Bitch

Went to Yucca Valley, stopped at some cool thrift stores, found a beautiful scarf. I know its not scarf weather, do we ever have REAL scarf weather down here? Doubt it, still I had to have it, the material is so beautiful, reminding me of an Indian Sari. Here are some photos from the day.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


I go through phases. Lately, its all about peacocks. I love the colors, and they are just beautiful to look at. So today, I got out the acrylics and painted the day away. If I could own peacocks, I would. As organized and neat as I tend to be, I could see myself being an animal hoarder. Its scary, but I could be that weird cat lady if my allergies werent so bad. But if I were to be an animal hoarder, my animals of choice would be Chihuahuas, hairless cats, meerkats, kangaroos, pygmy goats and lots of peacocks. We would all co-habitate peacefully until animal control and the men in white coats seperate us.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Have I mentioned I hate summer?

Even though I had mirror tinting professionally applied to my bedroom sliding glass doors, its still not enough. In a desperate attempt to keep it a little dimmer and a little cooler in my bedroom, I put up sheets. Tacky? Yes. Dont care.
This bedroom is about to get straight up ghettofied this afternoon, with tin foil. When I am done with this place it will resemble a crack den. But, it will be the coolest crack den in town, with one ceiling fan, and two little fans on each side of the bed. One day, I hope to live in a place where 120 degree summers dont exist, and neither does snow in the winter time. Maybe Ojai, or Portland, or Longmont Colorado. Thanks mom and dad for raising me in hell.

Friday, July 09, 2010

Playing with chemicals

Who says canvas's are for paint only? I learned by spilling alcohol (not the kind you drink) on acrylic paint, it does weird things. It takes some of the pigment out and when it dries, you can see the difference where the alcohol was because the color fades. Also, if you take any acrylic paint or water soluble "Mod Podge" and slather it on an image, then slap it face down onto the canvas, the image will transfer onto it. So after taking newspaper, old books, and one of those religious candles and using the images along with paint, I made my first mixed media artwork. Also, I sealed it with clear nail polish too. Yay. Cleaning up was a hassle but worth it. Im going to let Steveo try it on another canvas next and see what he comes up with.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

My heart is full.

I remember when I met him. It was the summer break before I was to start highschool. He was my sisters age and going into his Junior year. For me, it was instant attraction. Never had I felt that way before. Butterflies in the pit of my stomach, trying so hard to look older and capture his attention. I remember his voice was so deep, he sounded older than he was. His dark hair and dark eyes made me stare. After telling him how I felt, he crushed me. My first bruise to the ego. I instantly regretted telling him.

Years went on, communication slowed down to a final halt on September 11th. I remember watching the news and seeing the horrible images from planes crashing into buildings. I remember feeling nauseous at the thought of Tom going overseas to fight in a war. On that last conversation he assured me everything would be fine and he probably would not have to go.

It was 2006 and I received a message from him on my answering machine. I had just been talking about him to a friend. I was in shock when I saw his name on the caller ID. It felt as if my constant thoughts of him somehow brought him to me. I was single and content with my life in Redlands with just me and my boys. I was not opposed to a relationship but I knew from my last break-up that I could not endure another heartbreak.

July 1st, he came to help me pack up and move back to the desert from Redlands. That night we drank wine and talked forever, each filling in the gaps of our time apart. After we finished off the bottle and I had some liquid courage in my blood stream, I verbally spilled years of my thoughts and feelings to him. All my armor was down and I let it out not caring if I would regret it or not. I told him I loved him and fell asleep next to him.
We took things slow. We were honest with each other, we were respectful with each others space. It became so natural after a while, and felt so perfect. I am so grateful that him and I never got together any sooner. We needed to experience the negative first before we could be together and appeciate all the gifts we bring to each other.

I still feel the spark and the butterflies from that night. I still have nothing but love and respect for him, wanting nothing more than to be Mrs Murlless. Finally.