Me and My Shadow

At the SAL-on with Hannah and "client."

I had a great weekend. I saw Bradley. I spent time with Hannah. I brought Hannah over to my house and we spent several hours together. She played with Bradley and "did" his hair. She tried to put barrettes in his red curls. He didn't seem all that thrilled. I took blackmail photos.

"Does this hairstyle make my butt look big?"

Joanne and I took our dogs to the dog beach on Saturday. Afterward we parted ways, I drove back home. Kaffy came by the house in the afternoon and helped me finish my scowl. It's supposed to be a cowl though when I took a photo and sent it to Joanne's phone, she replied with a "You could smile." Right then I decided the item was more of a scowl than a cowl so I've chosen to call my scowl pattern "Whine after 9-O-9" because if you saw the actual pattern, you'd know I wasn't in my right mind at that time of the night (for whatever reason). And because I chose black yarn to make the scowl -- you can't really see all my mistakes unless you have eyes.

My Scowl,
 let me know
if you want one.
(Helen - this is my Andy Rooney shot)

When Hannah and I were taking Bella for one last walk late yesterday, we noticed our shadows stretched out before us in that last glimpse of afternoon sunshine. Out of the blue, Hannah says "Aunt Jan, how come when we see our shadows, we can't see them smiling?" And even though typically you can't get me to STFU, I couldn't think of an answer to her question (other than the obvious which would have been some flippant smart-aleck remark like "You can't see anything in a shadow - duh." Probably something I would have said to my own kids, ruining them for life.) So we spent a few moments making gestures with our bodies in a way that made our shadows seem as if they just might be smiling though ultimately none of what we did mattered. We twisted and turned, using our hands, flapping and holding them out above our heads. To anyone watching, we must have looked ready for the nut-hatch. Moments before Hannah had said "I really like being with you!" We were happy because we were in each others presence and we didn't need a shadow smiling back as proof.


BTW, it's raining this day before June 1st, 2011 and the weather is still cold enough to cover oneself in a scowl. Just so you're not tempted to make comments about it, I'm seriously much happier than I look in the photo with my scowl. That photo was taken for promoting the scowl and PR purposes only.

Memorial Day 2011

This photo was taken last year. I still love it. Hannah has slimmed down quite a bit since the picture was taken but then haven't we all?

Have a good rest of the holiday and try to remember why we celebrate this day (so you can remind me later).

A-Pork-A-Lips

I don't even know why I'm writing except perhaps to say goodbye since tomorrow is supposedly the end of the world. 


So in light(? haha) of the world ending, I'm take care of some neglected blog-keeping.


A friend of mine "decorated" this photo of Bella for me. Those are his words, not mine though he is aware of the reason that dogs roll around in dead stuff. He explained the reason why at length via email. I don't think anyone should explain anything at length knowing the end of humanity is at nigh.

I'll post one last photo of Hannah and me taken earlier this week. Hannah was so cute when she was here. She said I was "anoxious" which in chemo-brain language would be translated as annoying and obnoxious. She's right. I am, and she's the one in the photo with her tongue sticking out.

Because tomorrow is the end of the world, I'm only a bit disappointed that I had the gastric bypass surgery nearly a year ago because I could have spent this last year eating like a mad-woman or other words eating the same way I've eaten for years. Then again if I hadn't had the surgery, I wouldn't have discovered what it's like to wear a size 10. Or discover how easy it is to walk up a hill without a load of lard in my britches. Or have my physician tell me only yesterday that I should not lose anymore weight because "you're at that point where your face will really begin to look gaunt." I told her that I smile to find my cheek apples when I put my cream blush on, but when I'm not smiling the blush ends up at the sides of my neck. I would have never seen that coming though mostly because as I continue to age I can't see much of anything. 


Just like I didn't see the end of the world coming until someone invited me to the post end-of-the-world looting party, assuming I guess that I'm not worthy of being one of the few lucky plucked individuals for the rapture.  So I think we can all see where this is going...


It's been nice knowing ya!

Stylin at Its

I'm eating home-made chili for lunch. Eric's gf made it last evening. I love coming home from work to someone offering a  plate of warm food. This chili was not just a steaming bowl of goodness but spicy too! I asked for more and received more chili so I could eat more for lunch today. The downside of chili is the beans. I told Eric to tell his gf that the chili tastes fantastic, and I'll see them in a few reeks.


Bella and I went to Its beach with Joanne and her pahpahpah-recious Pomerainianainainaannn, Winnie (Winston) last Saturday. The weather folk had been announcing rain; the tide was high but FOLF had the coffee and donuts out for us as usual. (It started to rain late Saturday night and it's still raining today *snort*.) 

Bella guarding her breakfast

Bella explored a dead carcass while we were there. She seemed to get worn out pretty quickly though when we reached the top of the stairs on the way back to our cars, she puked and one could instantly tell she felt better. 


Bella seems very independent and is becoming more so with each passing gas day. She is quite the explorer too. I find myself busy watching other dogs, I'll temporarily lose her location and I'll find she's up on a rock or dog paddling in the surf.

Bella's no longer the most beautiful puppy dog on the beach because Winnie has taken Bella's place especially with his new summer hair do n't. 

Winnie (after)

Winnie (before)

Bradley

It's a Small World After All - Rogue Trippin

Here we find our young (super heroine) Rogue (far right - obviously in disguise; snazzy cardigan cape) waiting with family outside Aunt Jemima's Kitchen in downtown Frontier-land, Disneyland, Anaheim, California. Rogue thinks this photo was taken in the 60s when/where the public took for granted was completely oblivious to a conspicuous display of hateful symbols. Rogue's pretty sure she didn't have/get to go into the restaurant because back in those days there were far too many mouths to feed in her family (and from the looks of  the photo, those mouths ate quite a lot) even if your basic menu was bacon, pancakes and racist images of black women and the south. Rogue appreciated being allowed the trip to Disneyland regardless. Had she even been aware, she would never have posed for this photo in this location, in THAT outfit. Rogue is old enough to remember the demise of the Sambo's restaurant chain too. Rogue is happy to move onto new battles.


Rogue believes this was the very same family vacation where, when they ate at some random Italian restaurant (walls most likely covered in depictions of Italian stereotypes, Luigi), Rogue's brother choked on a bay leaf strategically planted in his food by a menacing top chef, vomiting spaghetti noodles hither and thither - one of many vacation highlights among which included riding the brand new Pirates of the Caribbean ride while one of the pirates asked Rogue on a date, and the penultimate score - singing lyrics to It's a Small World After All thousands of times in one lifetime, and to this very day even if the world has gotten so much bigger than Rogue can even fathom.