HAPPY Halloweenie!

For a book club/Halloween party - we were to dress up as one of the characters of a selection from the past year.  Well, after reading The Dogs of Babel I knew which one:

"Anyway, one of the characters in The Dogs of Babel is an artist--the maker of exquisite masks. She is called upon to make a death mask as a mourning memorial to a 19 year old cancer victim. She makes a mold of the actual face, but the realism stops there. She paints the mask not with the features of the deceased, but with the markers of her soul--the essence of this individual. She paints scattered wildflowers, blowing in the breeze. Only when one looks closely, the bump of a nose is still present...the indentation of eyes, the roundness of mouth. The mask is so beautiful, that she is called upon to make several more. " (--this was an excerpt from a woman's journal entry - I can't find my book. I loaned it to Summer who swears: "IgaveitbacktoyouIknowIdid - right?" )

Side view of mask:

And another one:

It was hanging on the cabinet in my bathroom so I took one from kinda below - trying to make it creepier:

Here's me as "Lexy" in the mask (pretty cool how the green made my eyes stand out). I think it's a VAST improvement:

I let Phoebe try it on - eeesh - she needs her face washed!  But that's Harry's job! Why? The little twerp (the furry one - not the -uh- other furry one) bites me! :)

I think it's LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!

                                  Happy Halloween!!!!

In The Closet

I'm so tired but can't seem to get up enough gumption to walk up the stairs, open the bedroom door, push the chubby Himalayan out of the way and curl up under the pink electric blanket.  Yet here I sit, watching "Family Guy" reruns and wondering if I ate dinner or not.  Yup - there's some bits of tuna stuck to the front of my Old Navy tee. 

:)

Enjoy the pics of my closet.

It still looks good and clean to this day!

Mostly....

 

Freeeeeeeeeeebie! :)

I love free newspapers and my hometown seems to be chock full of 'em.  Why?  Because we're hillbillies and we love our free sofas, mattresses, clothes, tires and glider rockers.  Oh - and Coonhounds.  Oh yeah.....

Things you can get from the "Big Eagle Trader":

Peacocks $250/pair (profits to benefit the Retirement Community at NBC)

Pregnant Pit Bull $150 (Has disgraced family by announcing "Yo quiero Chiauaua)

Adult Raggedy Ann Costume $20 (with wig) (lice is free)

Wanted - Free Coonhound that will hunt (people)

Chainsaw - 16" cut $50 (ad for an adult film star, I'm sure)

Female Pigmy Goats - 3 months old $50 each. (Contact : Troll @ under the bridge .com)

Wedding dress, like new, 1 year old $350 ( No longer white)

Bird cage, large $15 (Bird escaped due to all the whistling/sexual harassment)

Season horse manure: $10 a load, delivery available ( Holy Crap!)

Buying junk cars! No title needed! (Stolen, pilfered and "hot" items welcomed!)

Yellow Bird - 10 years old, talks, comes with all accessories (Big Bird? Is that you? And how did you get out of your $15 Large Cage?)

hee hee.

The Aftermath of Hurricane Home Depot...

It's been awhile, but I took some pictures of how our family room turned out post- Home Depot Leakage.

Sorry - so fuzzy - but I can't seem to take a pic with a digital camera! I'm digitally-impaired!  Anyway - here's the famous Harry Potter wall - minus HP3 (it got wet - had to be reframed - three times).  Dig the new track lighting and furry pillows that Harry picked out!  Oh - and the wall color - "Decadance"!!!

This one's a longer shot and you can see the display cases to the right of the picture.  Those cases are filled with Harry's most precious commodity:  Simpson's figurines!

On the wall opposite my Harry Potter shrine is the odd fireplace and the Blenko fish ( we have a whole school of 'em!).  If you look carefully up the stairs - you'll see our Jim Davis signed Garfield prints mounted on the wall!  We do love our pop culture!

A better fireplace shot - and a bit of our 60" cornea-searing television:

Happy Halloween Eve!

----Holly

------h0llyk911@aol.com

Happy B-day to ME - A Month Later!

I finally uploaded the pictures from my 28th birthday party!   We had so much fun and it made my fast approaching trek to 30 all the much more bearable!

 

 

Blah, Humbug!

I'm sure many of you were downright devestated when I didn't post yesterday - on the brink of suicide, not knowing if you could go on, etc - well - never fear - I'm ba-a-a-a-a-a-ck! 

And with this little tidbit of "fun" that happened to me this morning:

       I had to water the plants today - because as a Receptionist it's one of my many and ever-growing things I "must" do.  Well, no sooner had I filled the bright green jug with liquid and approached the first of the gazillion plants in my office then I tipped the watering can - and watered my leg.

       For the rest of the morning I had to walk around like a chick with a bladder control issue. 

It could just be that I'm sooooo tired today due to the fact that I had to stay up late last night and redo a poetry assignment that I so royall f'd up I had no choice but to cross my eyes, screw up my anger and regurgitate it on to paper.

Lucky for me, the poem was "America" by Allen Ginsberg.  

While I'm discovering this royal screw up - Harry comes up behind me in my recliner and taps me on the head.  He thinks this is absolutely hilarious.

Why?

Because he wasn't using his finger.

Sigh.  Boys come with built-in toys...

                                                      

 

Idle Threats and Idle Minds.

                                                          

Harry and I got into bed last night and I immediately squealed like a pre-pubescent hyenia - Harry had expertly managed to contort his body and place both of his large, size 13 feet square on the small of my naked back. 

It was on.

For the next thirty minutes, while "Miami Ink" played across the tv in the background, Harry and I yelped, wrestled and banged our heads on the brown cherry headboard.  If we were less clothed, it could've been more fun - but there we were - I in my pajamas and he clad only in gray man panties. 

Finally, we come to the end - I'm exhausted, snuggled in his armpit and enjoying the after-glow of physical exertion - or am just red from the Indian Burns now covering 3/4 of my exposed skin.   I go to put my charred arm over his middle when he flinches. 

I pop my fuzzy head up to look at him questioningly.

"Ya know - you're lucky I don't hit you more!"  he said.  I stared.  I knew what he meant  - he's jumpier than a cat on the Fourth of July - but it was the way he said it.

"What?  You mean 'step off bee-otch, or I'll smack ya down!' ?  Or maybe 'you's lucky I don't pop you one right in the mouth!' Is that it? Hmm?"  He erupted into a fit of giggles in which he accidentally smacked me on the head.

And pulled my hair.

I'm planning my retaliation tonight involving:  cat treats, a kitty fishing pole and my furry comrade.  Oh yes.  It will be an eventful  evening.   Heh Heh Heh.