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Ho Ho holidays in the office

fibro frog

my mother and I are handicapped by fibromyalgia. Frogs look like they have fibro due to it's appendages hanging with an extreme subluxation of the elbows and knees, maybe it's a shortened annular ligament to the periosteum. Not sure. Anyways, this is what I made last night.

yes

i did get two pairs of Prada kneehighs. my BFF stacy laurenzi has been rockin the look way before this season. I got sucked in by a fancy italian vaccum who goes by the first name, Miuccia.

this necklace is.......

i had to have it. it was only $17. on etsy and the designer is Paraphrenalia. i actually had to have two other ones as well.

andy. working while i draw.

halloween 2 years ago

my favorites

i cannot support these companies all by myself. i have a new style coming on. it's quality, not quantity. join in.

shoes. break the booties fad and strut out with these:
www.trippen.com

hot recycled and organic clothing:
www.beklina.com

incredible independent designer that i want everyone to know about:
www.samanthapleet.com

jewelry:
www.pltnyc.com

clothing with vintage at heart:
www.sweettater.net

modern organic greatness:
www.bonandging.com

start there. more to come.

new drawing

for you.

beach girls at stacy's party

new york new york

yes, i do love nyc and visit whenever life gives me a chance. this trip was a bit tumultuous, full of cab rides and blistered heels. nothing i can't handle. here are some pictures:
forever stephanie

shit happens rob

a view from le parker meriden suite

the lobby

sunday at jeff's

jeff on saturday

jeff on sunday

bunny

goldie is watching you

My new Comic

i made this out of an old magazine!

stacy's birthday party!

my friend stephanie

the Queen

Last night I decided to enjoy the 2006's release of The Queen. I relished in the thematic displays of conduct and contemptousness for all things modern and modernizing. These themes played through the rise of Tony Blair and the death of Diana. I am no Anglophile but I do have an interest in royal families and tea time. The movie began with Tony Blair elected as prime minister under the Labour party. The queen had to then give permission to him in order to lead England. Oh, all this progressivness makes the mum's crown spin in and sceptors swing. The next blow to the monarchy is Diana's fatal car accident in Paris. The Mum's bombarded with weighted decisions ( should this be a private or public funeral). Her choices reflect a fading glimmer of royalty in the people's eye. No longer do the British see the leader of the Church of England a force to NOT be reckoned with. Protest ensues and the people win with the voice of Tony Blair. It's too bad ol' Tony turned into the Blair Scare and had to be ousted by his own this year. That's what you get for aligning yourself with Bush and invading Iraq. Or at least I wish that happened. In any case, the movie moves to a child recognizing the Queen and giving her a bouquet of flowers. Too bad it was not a Bouquet of Hyacinth from Keeping up Apprearances. HA!! Tony and the Queen become friends and they live happily ever after. The Queen will always reign. The royal family seems like fodder for the tabloids rather revolutionaries. She's no Elizabeth I, but, these are not Elizabethean times.

don't you think it's rude

when you forget some sort of pertinent fact and you ask someone to help you remember it and they retort with, "well, don't you remember when i told you on monday about rescheduling that appointment"? it boils my skin off the bone when people say that to me. Obviously i forgot, okay! No need to remind me that I am; getting old, losing my mind and sanity, needing yet another vacation from work. This morning i retaliated with, "WELL, obviously i FORGOT about that". i wish folks could naturally be a little kinder and gentler. Think about your words before you vomit them out all over me.

Ophelia Ford comic

candace update

finally, a vacation is near. andrew and i will be heading west to LA soon. i plan on heading straight to a salon to have my hair dyed. somewhere posh and overpriced. not sure why i always go to a salon when i go out of town. robin tucker's going to scold me. i've been working on the Poutington comic. doing paper and ink only now. not in the mood for watercolors at the moment. spent time with my sister and her husband last night. rode ATVs in the middle of the night full of wine and empty of fear. so much fun.

my comic...coming along sllllooowwwlllllyyyy

YARD SALE THIS FRIDAY AND SATURDAY

Candace and Andy Yard Sale
Friday 4/20 Noon to 5pm
Saturday 4/21 8am to 12pm
2117 Linden Avenue

**clothing, furniture, bike, books, LPs, weird stuff, ladies shoes, ladies designer jeans (grab them before i put them on ebay).

this thursday....yet another reason to have too much to drink

this city does not fall short in offering reasons to partake of the potations, making it harder to hold my sanity together. held with a not-so-safe-ty pin while sauntering on a sharp precipice and pondering my posterity. is that alliteration? i sold my MLA handbook in a yard sale.

next thursday. if you are not there you are a total SQUARE.

oh Freda! you are so good.

http://www.huntspost.co.uk/content/hunts/news/story.aspx?brand=HPTOnline&category=News&tBrand=cambs24&tCategory=NewsHPT&itemid=WEED28%20Mar%202007%2011%3A49%3A04%3A387

please take a moment and read about Freda. I want to adopt her. As my very own.

Glamour Shots

andy, tiffany and myself went to glamour shots for my birthday. hilarious. enjoy.

My sunday television date

andy and i try to watch television sunday nights. our favorite shows usually fall here; sopranos, the wire- we miss this show especially. saturday night we saw a commercial for the new reality show commencing sunday evening about andrew dice clay and his grand attempt at stardom again. we were pumped. so around 7pm we began watching our way through the waiting period. it was a good time. there is a new show called the Winner (what is that guy's name?...Seth MacFarlane!) which was great. whole hearted LOL sit com. next was the Family Guy. I cringe for a moment. andy's like, "what's your problem?". last night the show had dancing aborted fetuses. wow. andy and i were aghast, not because we were offended but amazed at what the creators just got away with on prime time. the prom girl's aborted fetus she tossed haphhazardly into the garbage bin on her way back to the dance. then, tada, Andrew Dice Clay. good stuff. your heart strings will be played on much more than you think. i was almost in tears when the Dice traveled all the way from his home to Miami for a gig his manager forgot to book. it was really sad. i also cry at insurance commercials so i may not be the best, most stable, judge when it comes to a tearjerker of a moment. i would cry at a rock if someone told me they dropped it. anyways, you could feel his humanity, see it in his moist tear ducts. where is the respect he so rightfullly earned? yeah yeah, i know he has an album called "Face Down, Ass Up". he is a pioneer. i recommend watching this show on a regular basis.

and factory girl is an awful film. bbbboooorrrrriiinnngg. what a waste of a few millions.

out- candace

watch out for the Christmas Cat!

The Christmas Cat

There is a legend, that is 100-200 years old,which says that unless you get at least one new garment to wear for Christmas you "get caught by the Christmas Cat" or "dress the Christmas Cat" as the saying goes. The Christmas Cat was supposed to be some kind of a monster that originally came from the other nordic countries. But still today we talk about it and make sure that everyone has something new to wear on Christmas otherwise you'll get caught. To give you a better picture of the Cat I translated an icelandic poem about this kitty (you''ll have to forgive me but I didn't make it rhyme - I'm not much of a poet).

The Christmas Cat

You all know the Cristmas Cat
And that Cat was huge indeed.
People didn't know where he came from
Or where he went.


He opened his glaring eyes wide,
The two of them glowing bright.
It took a really brave man
To look straight into them.


His whiskers, sharp as bristles,
His back arched up high.
And the claws of his hairy paws
Were a terrible sight.


He gave a wave of his strong tail,
He jumped and he clawed and he hissed.
Sometimes up in the valley,
Sometimes down by the shore.


He roamed at large, hungry and evil
In the freezing Christmas snow.
In every home
People shuddered at his name.


If one heard a pittiful "meow"
Something evil would happen soon.
Everybody knew he hunted men
But didn't care for mice.


He picked on the very poor
That no new garments got
For Christmas - who toiled
And lived in dire need.


>From them he took in one fell swoop
Their whole Christmas dinner
Always eating it himself
If he possibly could.


Hence it was that the women
At their spinning-weels sat
Spinning a colorful thread
For a frock or a litle sock.


Because you mustn't let the Cat
Get hold of the litle children.
They had to get something new to wear
>From the grownups each year.


And when the lights came on, on Christmas eve
And the Cat peered in,
The little children stood rosy and proud
All dressed up in their new clothes.


Some had gotten an apron
And some had gotten shoes
Or something that was needed
- That was all it took.


For all who got something new to wear
Stayed out of that pussy-cat's grasp
He then gave an awful hiss
But went on his way.


Whether he still exsists I do not know.
But his visit would be in vain
If next time everybody
Got something new to wear.


Now you might be thinking of helping
Where help is needed most.
Perhaps you'll find some children
That have nothing at all.


Perhaps searching for those
That live in a light-less world
Will give you a happy day
And a merry merry Christmas.

Vera Bradley Must Die!!

if i see one more of these plush pouches around some thick wristed little woman i will croak. what is the deal with the vera bradley obsession? it's centralized in the south, i do believe. i have never seen a VB bag on the arm of a new yorker or brit. never will, i am sure. they aren't expensive enough to be a status symbol. they were the staple wardrobe accoutrement of every evangelical christian conservative eddie bauer polo shirt wearing girl in my highschool. oh, the days i do not miss of my past. i saw one yesterday in a client's home and cringed, retracted away from the satchel so as not to even let on that i recognize it's existence. if you are not familiar with the VB it is paisley printed, cotton fabric, lightly padded like a quilt and comes in an array of colors. they exude an air of conservatism. of voting for bush. and refraining from sex till your bound in marriage. ugh. they sell them at our local davis kidd bookstore. and women buy them. by the tons. i, for one, will never join da club.

my mom found this website

i have a project in the works and it is somehow connected to this list of names for that special place all women have betwixt the thighs. please take a moment and read a few. project will be unveiled very soon.

divine scar
bumshop
twatchel
bacon hole
hot box
pipe cleaner.

the 18th c. must have been a real gas.

http://www.vaginalady.com/words.html

wolfgang's vault

there was an interesting story on npr.org yesterday. a wealthy businessman in idaho or wisconsin (not to belittle or infer that these two states are interchangeable or menial- i just don't remember which one) bought bill graham's whole estate for like 6 million dollars. he's posted all of the live recording's on a website called www.wolfgangsvault.com. you must check it out. it will lead to hours of rock outs in the office with your cubicle buddy. it's an impressive collection. bill graham led a colorful career that began with managing a troupe of mimes to successfully creating the arena rock concert. he was holocaust survivor- his mother died in auschwitz. he loved world music. he loved good classic rock. enjoy the website today. air guitar and singing out loud is allowed.

from last night

my new stirrup tights.

yes, i am in the office alone right now. goofing off.

my factory girl moment