Thursday, January 29, 2009

This one is giving me trouble! Here I am going through menopause and I have to deal with this! I don't know if you all know but I was going to take the year off and substitute and become a real life artist but instead I decided I had too much time on my hands so I would go back to school and become a teacher. Well, the teacher certification program is through an on-line college so there goes the back to school clothes and how am I going to threaten the kids and husband about leaving home and living in the dorm?

ELIZABETH has decided to become a vegan. Not that there is anything wrong with that but I'm worried that she is not getting enough protein! At our house we have always been carnivores! I have done everything I can to sabotage this trend of hers. I ordered sausage, pepperoni. and mushroom pizza yesterday and today she confessed to eating two pieces. She ate at her friends house the other night and they had tacos! Tonight she went to a "European Thing" at school and she ate there. (hopefully she doesn't get mad cow disease) I know that this is just a half assed commitment. Frank and I are hoping we will be able to understand her complicated self before she becomes 18. Sorry Momma and Daddy for everything I did to upset you when I was 15!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Today was a good day!


Dear Diary,

What a great day today was!

First, I checked my blog this morning and I had gotten a post from June @
http://junesjewels.blogspot.com

Her message read:
Brilliant as always. I so love your blog Lisa and to prove it ...
Stop by here http://junesjewels.blogspot.com/
And see what is there :)
Hugs June x

She has several blogs, but on this one she is going to feature other peoples blogs and I am first!!! That will be an interesting blog to follow because I don't get a chance to check out new blogs too often. Now June can screen them for me. Thanks you June! I am so flattered.

Second, I checked my email and I had one from little sista, Janice. She had a different version to the "choking story". All she wrote goes as follows in her own words:

"I thought he said we were almost home and she could get a drink of water there".

Haven't heard from the older sista, Lucy yet. But I think I'll start haunting the Goodwill stores for some kind of medal for her. Maybe we should have an awards ceremony at the next sista's reunion. Maybe I'll start looking for four shirts that match so we can wear them simultaneously (great vocabulary word!). I'll get Hero monogrammed on the back of Lucy's, Choking Victim on Sarah Ann's , and Hand Wringers on mine and Janice's.

Better idea - I'll buy a pack of Hanes white Men's t-shirts and get a black sharpie to write on them! That will leave more money in the budget for drinks and snacks!


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Little Sista Choking on the Orange revision 1


Dear Diary,

My little sista, Sarah Ann set me straight on the orange story. She remembered it much more vividly than I did. Of course it was her life flashing before her eyes not mine. I think if I was going to have to watch reruns of my life I'd rather watch them at age 36 than at age 7 or 8. That way I could view some of my life in the fast lane times instead of just the riding bikes and playing with dolls memories.

Grab a drink and a snack, this is going to be a first hand account of the trauma, told second hand.

We were not on one of our Sunday drives. We were actually coming back from Birmingham, Alabama. We had visited our Grandmother for the weekend. I'm not clear on which sista told the story that had us all laughing when Sarah Ann started to choke on the orange. As I said earlier, we all laughed at her, thinking how funny she looked, but then (these are her words) she started throwing her body against our oldest sista Lucy because she was struggling to breath and her life was virtually passing before her! Lucy realized that this was nothing to laugh about and that she was actually choking. She yelled to Daddy to pull over, our precious baby sista was choking and he said he would when we got to Tuscaloosa. Lucy then proceeded to hit her on the back which made her cough up that orange. If either of you other sistas have versions of this story please let me know. Sarah Ann reminded me of the story we were telling and it is a good one. I'll have to find a picture to accompany it and I'll post it later.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Altered Suitcase


Dear Diary,

I think I'll pack my little suitcase and run away. Not far, and maybe for just a day or two. Just long enough to realize "There's no place like home."

I made this little suitcase for my youngest Sista, Sarah Ann. I got the idea from the first Haute Handbag magazine.

The scrabble pieces do spell out some family sentiment.

Most Sundays we would go for a family drive. First, my father would drive us out to the country to see Granny, then, after visiting her we would go for our drive. Before we even left the house my older sister would have fights with my parents because she wanted to wear blue jeans. They didn't want her to wear blue jeans when she visited Granny.

I often got car sick and had a deathly fear of getting lost. Most times we would get lost. My father would say, "We're lost," then I would start freaking out. I can't believe I really thought we were lost as in never going to find our way home lost. I guess he just meant that he didn't recognize the area. I'll have to ask him about that.

On one trip our baby sista was eating an orange in the back seat of the car. I think all four of us sista's were crammed in the backseat except maybe Janice. She liked to sit on the floor board. She never got car sick and once when we were kids she smoked an entire cigar and did not puke (but that is another story). Well, Sarah Ann started choking on that orange and we started laughing at her. We laughed so hard till we realized she was in distress! Luckily, she coughed up that orange. We still talk about that incident.

My husband and I love to go on Sunday drives but we don't do it much because the dog gets car sick and pukes plus the kids (ages 14 and 15) are whining and bitching constantly behind our heads. It takes some of the pleasure out of the drive.

I can understand now why my parents quit taking us on our Sunday Drives.

Graceful Aging



Dear Diary,

I laughed so hard reading Marsha of Tumble Fish's comments on my Altered Barbie Post. I never dreamed I'd have flabby arms, back boobs, gray hair, a mustache, and wrinkles like crevices on my face! But hey, I'm beautiful! The lady at the drive through window at Wendy's says I look like Elizabeth Taylor. (But I've never asked her at which age.)

Monday, January 12, 2009

Altered Barbie

Dear Diary,

This is my first rejection. I submitted this altered Barbie to the Art Doll Quarterly Altered Barbie Challenge. It hit me hard that it was sent back even though my sistas didn't like it and said she was creepy looking. They tell it like it is and I love them for it.

My friends at school and I were talking about when we were young we had one Barbie we played with. Girls now have so many Barbies. I counted my daughter's once and she had 60. (Shame on me) They were all undressed and had haircuts.

I don't remember when I got my Barbie but it must have been sometime in the sixties. Janice, my younger sista, got one just like it so it must have been on our Birthday because we have the same birthday, but different years. She came with three wigs and fabulous blue eye shadow. My Barbie had a full and exciting life as a world traveler, movie star, fashion designer, teacher, and mom. Although she was always barefoot, she often wore original designs made from Kleenex, tape, and sometimes fabric. She was so alluring and exotic!

My Barbie went to the attic and stayed in seclusion during the 1970's, 1980's and early 1990's. She returned to the public eye in 1996, when my daughter was three. Barbie was just getting her life back (wearing new clothes, traveling with the family) when the tragedy occurred. She was left outside overnight and mauled by our dog, Chuck. One half of her body was chewed beyond recognition. I was crushed and devastated! John, who was 13 at the time repaired her body with duct tape and shish kabob sticks. Her new look was "Exotic Bionic". But, sadly, her fashions didn't hang right on her new frame. I threw away her bionic body and tossed her head in my jewelry box.

When I read about the Barbie challenge, I got so excited. I love Barbie (She used to be one of my addictions but I've moved on). I thought about altering one of Elizabeth's Barbies but she had played beauty shop with them and I had my Barbie that really could use a comeback. I had some beautiful wood chairs in the garage that were not sturdy enough to sit in so I built her body out of one of the legs. She no longer had the hourglass figure. Her curves were now multiple and wide like mine. I gave her new arms. The new arms had belonged to Esmeralda's boyfriend, Phoebus, from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. They were large and flexible and strong enough to support a tea light. I like her rich and natural look and when I light the candle, the flicker gives her a mysterious glow. I keep her inside and up high so she will stay safe.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

ADDICTIONS CONTINUED

I think I should have put as my #5 addiction:

Buying supplies that I might not ever use. Listing Skyy Vodka as an addiction is not quite true. It makes me sound too hard core. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy my cocktail when I have it but if we are honestly listing addictions, I need to change that one. Plus I read other friends addictions and theirs are not crude.

Plus I forgot to tag five people so I am going to tag:

Leslie (Who replied on my Blog)

S. Belle (Who can reply on my blog)

Kim at http://pariscowgirl.blogspot.com/

Jennifer at http://jennifersviews.blogspot.com/

and

Judy at http://www.myartisticside.blogspot.com/


Saturday, January 10, 2009

NAPS ARE GREAT, BUT NOT ONE OF MY ADDICTIONS


Dear Diary.

I've been Tagged!

Sweet Patty, a very talented artist and one of the designers at Mystic Paper tagged me to confess my addictions. She also gave me an award earlier on in my blogging and I need to post it but don't know how! I never get awards so I need to flaunt this one. (I'm usually first runner up! and can only assume the title should something dreadful happen to the winner......) Just kidding. I've never been in a pageant.

BUT, that reminds me of a story.

When I was a teenager in Columbus, Ms. in the 1970's, I answered the phone and this lady asked to speak to me. I answered, "This is She!" as I was taught, and then she proceeded to ask if I would like to be in the Miss Columbus Pageant. She said that someone had given her my name as a candidate. I remember saying, "Are you sure you mean me, because I have no special talent! Would you like to speak to my sister. She's home. " My older sister was home from college laying on the couch probably hung over or stoned. (Yes, The ex-champion swimmer!) Their conversation was a short one.


Red is a good Addiction Color

#1 CHOCOLATE

#2 COSTUME JEWELRY

#3 MY DOG, BUDDY

#4 FORTUNES FROM FORTUNE COOKIES

#5 SKYY VODKA


That about says it all..........

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

I Can Swim Like A FISH!


Dear Diary,

I found this picture of a mermaid doll I made of my older sista (I have 3 sisters and we like to call each other Sista.) She was a champion swimmer! In high school she was on the swim team. She always had a great tan and was real cool. She held some state records in backstroke and maybe something else. (I'll have to call her so I can write it down for posterity or maybe prosperity.)

I haven't sent her the doll yet. I added some stuff to it because I was told she needed some embellishment. Actually, I like her better with the tail with out the do-hickeys hanging on it because I love the different fabric and needle work but I guess some people prefer bling.

Haven't finished my other two sista's dolls. One is an accountant and the other is a mechanical engineer. I couldn't figure out how to dress them. I guess if I make them thin with big boobs that is the important thing. There were some fabulous sea, pearl, doo-das at merchants square that I purchased today. I think I'll make them mermaids too. I really need to finish these dolls and move on. I thought about transfering their faces to these cloth dolls with blonde hair and shiny clothes that I bought on sale at Walgreen's but that would make my sistas look cheap and slutty which actually might be fun!

Friday, January 2, 2009

Anything Goes!

Dear Diary,

I have not had the time or the inclination lately to ponder over our existence. I've been too busy to think about it lately. But one day I was looking at a picture of my niece, Abby and something deep inside me said - "I've seen this child as a grown woman, but how, when, and where?" Then this song popped into my head - "There's no business like show business!" and it hit me. If this isn't a case for reincarnation I don't know what is!