Stolen from Kristina's blog--I love to reminisce.
EXES SURVEY
Have you had many exes?
Not as many as some, more than others. If I had to guess, I'd say about 10.
Did any of your ex’s have pet names for you when you dated?
I'm sure they did, but I certainly don't remember back that far.
Did you ever re-date an ex?
Once they're officially an ex, no. No point in burning yourself on the same stove twice. If we played around in a grey area, maybe, but I'm not usually a very grey person in relationships.
If yes, how did that work out?
It was a waste of my time, but I don't think I'd appreciate my husband as much if I han't gone through it.
Do you have any ex’s you wish you would have been friends with instead of dated?
Not really. I tended to date people I didn't necessarily want to be friends with. It was mostly about physical attraction for me, and once the relationship ended, my physical attraction ended as well. I have no hard feelings toward them, but we wouldn't have been good friends even if we hadn't dated.
Do you have any regrets about an ex?
I don't regret anything I've ever done.
Do you do the breaking up or do the ex’s do the leaving?
I was usually too chickenshit to break up with people, so I instead became unbearable so they'd leave. That way I didn't have to deal with them anymore, but I didn't have to feel guilty, either.
If you could completely remove all trace of an ex from your life, would you?
Nah. I barely remember dating anyone other than Eddie anyway.
What is a good memory you have of an ex?
My memory isn't my strong point. Probably just going to shows, hanging out, that sort of thing. I can't remember too much specifically.
Were any of your ex’s the jealous type?
One was, but he was smart enough not to be so to my face. I don't like people who are too clingy. If I'm with someone, I'm with them and no one else. I don't like people enough to bother cheating.
Has an ex stalked you after the break up?
Not an ex, but I did have an acquaintance fall in love with me and not take "fuck, no" for an answer. He used to try to deliver flowers to me, leave me gifts and shit. I threw them all away and told him to leave me alone. He was really creepy.
Did you ever have an ex steal from you? What did they take?
One ex stole my writing and used it to write a letter to his other girlfriend (who I didn't know about.) This same ex gave me stolen merchandise for my birthday. He was quite a catch. ;)
What was the creepiest thing an ex has done after you broke up?
Other than trying to come back to me, nothing.
Do you have any ex’s that you wish you would have married?
Oh good god, no. What a horrifying thought.
Are you friends with your ex’s?
I wouldn't say we hang out much, but I have nothing against most of them. Even the ones I dislike I wouldn't fight with. I barely have time for my own family; I'm not going to waste it on exes.
Will any of your ex’s read this?
I doubt it, but what do I know?
6/29/08
Someday my House will be Clean
Sometimes my house makes me so depressed, because it's old, and has been housing a packrat(me), a slob(my husband), and a tornado(my son). It needs so much work, but because of the aforementioned inhabitants, we have no time or room in which to do it. I have a long list of things I'm planning, but I'm afraid it won't happen until the kid's in school every day. So we're shooting for 2011, which seems far away but in reality will probably disappear before I have time to notice. Lack of sleep does that to you.
So here are the things I'd like to do, should time suddenly stop for everyone but me and make finding a free moment no longer a problem:
1.paint my front room a pretty coral peach with a deeper coral accent wall.
2.paint my dining room a lovely shade of 1940's mint green that's a touch yellower than what most people think of mint.
3.Paint the attached kitchen a lovely 1950's shade of buttery yellow and accenting it with black, red, deep green, and mint green accents. The cabinets will stay white, and the appliances will all get a much needed deep scrubbing.
4.paint the baby's room a lovely muted aquamarine blue with a mural of pirates, robots, dinosaurs and monkeys on one wall. Preferably before he enters high school.
5.paint our room a nice bordello off-red to complement our rose red/black/yellow silk/leopard print colour scheme (It's not as gaudy as it sounds-or maybe it is. I'm probably not the best judge).
6.PULL UP THIS GODAWFUL AVOCADO GREEN CARPET!!! We have hardwood floors beneath. Know how I know? There are holes in the carpet. Big holes that look like someone's been snacking on it. The carpet is literally older than I am, and the colour is the visual representation of airsickedness.
7.putting up all our accumulated 1950's-1960's knicknacks in Target-bought shadow boxes and shelves so we have some actual horizontal space in the house.
8.hanging our paintings so we have a nice assortment of our artwork on display, instead of housing it all in the basement where it floods.
9.replacing furniture that's been wrecked by toddler hands with reasonably nice vintage pieces. Blonde wood, mostly, which is how I like my furniture but not my men.
10.building a stone patio in the back yard. Why hire a contractor when you can injure your own fingers, toes and back?
11.building a koi pond in the back yard (mostly that's my husband's gig--I'm not as big on digging holes in the lawn).
12.finishing the basement, and putting a tiki bar/home office/workshop in place of the multitudes of boxed up junk that resides there now.
The house in my head is so lovely, and so much better than what I see around me now, which is a mixture of Armageddon, Beirut, The day after Spring Break in Daytona, and Crayola carnage. Hopefully someday I'll get a little closer to it in real life. Toddlerdom can't last forever, can it? :)
So here are the things I'd like to do, should time suddenly stop for everyone but me and make finding a free moment no longer a problem:
1.paint my front room a pretty coral peach with a deeper coral accent wall.
2.paint my dining room a lovely shade of 1940's mint green that's a touch yellower than what most people think of mint.
3.Paint the attached kitchen a lovely 1950's shade of buttery yellow and accenting it with black, red, deep green, and mint green accents. The cabinets will stay white, and the appliances will all get a much needed deep scrubbing.
4.paint the baby's room a lovely muted aquamarine blue with a mural of pirates, robots, dinosaurs and monkeys on one wall. Preferably before he enters high school.
5.paint our room a nice bordello off-red to complement our rose red/black/yellow silk/leopard print colour scheme (It's not as gaudy as it sounds-or maybe it is. I'm probably not the best judge).
6.PULL UP THIS GODAWFUL AVOCADO GREEN CARPET!!! We have hardwood floors beneath. Know how I know? There are holes in the carpet. Big holes that look like someone's been snacking on it. The carpet is literally older than I am, and the colour is the visual representation of airsickedness.
7.putting up all our accumulated 1950's-1960's knicknacks in Target-bought shadow boxes and shelves so we have some actual horizontal space in the house.
8.hanging our paintings so we have a nice assortment of our artwork on display, instead of housing it all in the basement where it floods.
9.replacing furniture that's been wrecked by toddler hands with reasonably nice vintage pieces. Blonde wood, mostly, which is how I like my furniture but not my men.
10.building a stone patio in the back yard. Why hire a contractor when you can injure your own fingers, toes and back?
11.building a koi pond in the back yard (mostly that's my husband's gig--I'm not as big on digging holes in the lawn).
12.finishing the basement, and putting a tiki bar/home office/workshop in place of the multitudes of boxed up junk that resides there now.
The house in my head is so lovely, and so much better than what I see around me now, which is a mixture of Armageddon, Beirut, The day after Spring Break in Daytona, and Crayola carnage. Hopefully someday I'll get a little closer to it in real life. Toddlerdom can't last forever, can it? :)
6/26/08
My new obsession
Okay, so we got our "Please don't hate me on my way out" government bribe money, so I ran out and got a laptop. This is the first computer I've ever owned that's all mine. I love it I love it I love it. No dirty finger swipes, no crumbs in the keyboard, no giant computer game files that magically appear on the hard drive every time I turn around. It's a midnight blue Toshiba something-or-other, and it's worth every penny. Now I'm not stuck to my desk at home when I want to update my blog or put new items on my Etsy site!
Now I'll have a keyboard readily at hand for all those times when I'm on the road and inspiration strikes. Well maybe not on the road, exactly. Wouldn't want to make our nation's highways any more dangerous than they already are.
That said, I'm still pissed at Bush, and I still think he's the worst president the country's ever had. Even Nixon was better than this. Bush can give me a house, a Vespa, a solid gold Ipod, shine my shoes and my windows, walk my dog every day for the rest of his life, balance my checkbook and send out all our Xmas thank you cards, and I still wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.
Now I'll have a keyboard readily at hand for all those times when I'm on the road and inspiration strikes. Well maybe not on the road, exactly. Wouldn't want to make our nation's highways any more dangerous than they already are.
That said, I'm still pissed at Bush, and I still think he's the worst president the country's ever had. Even Nixon was better than this. Bush can give me a house, a Vespa, a solid gold Ipod, shine my shoes and my windows, walk my dog every day for the rest of his life, balance my checkbook and send out all our Xmas thank you cards, and I still wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.
6/23/08
MYSLART scam
Warning to anyone contacted for MYSLART
Because the arts/crafts community is so small, there's a good possibility that if you are an artist, you might have been contacted about a new online community called MYSLART. It's billed itself as a 'MySpace for artists' page. It's run by Don Erickson, the same guy who stuck 40 vendors in a glass and garbage strewn parking lot and pocketed $90 this June. He also runs the Art Coop, which bills itself as a non-profit despite being shut down in a previous venture for not filing the revenue paperwork necessary to maintain non-profit status.
As artists, we have to protect each other. I was burned by Don so you don't have to be.
:)
Because the arts/crafts community is so small, there's a good possibility that if you are an artist, you might have been contacted about a new online community called MYSLART. It's billed itself as a 'MySpace for artists' page. It's run by Don Erickson, the same guy who stuck 40 vendors in a glass and garbage strewn parking lot and pocketed $90 this June. He also runs the Art Coop, which bills itself as a non-profit despite being shut down in a previous venture for not filing the revenue paperwork necessary to maintain non-profit status.
As artists, we have to protect each other. I was burned by Don so you don't have to be.
:)
6/7/08
Warning for Crafters/Artists!!
Well, I'm back after a useless day at OLTA, and I have a warning for any St. Louis artisans or crafters who may be contacted by Don Erickson or Art Coop in the future. OLTA's outside booths took place in a back parking lot behind a building--invisible from the street, and complete with an overflowing malodorous dumpster on the booth site. There were no signs, no street traffic, no promotion whatsoever. The only way to OLTA's 'fair' was a slummy alleyway strewn with overgrown weeds and broken glass. The earliest vendors had to actually clean drywall off the lot when they arrived, and ended up not being able to use half the space they cleared because of black mold.
The only street promotion visible were some yellow chalk arrows hastily drawn on the sidewalk. Last I checked, yellow chalk and broken glass didn't cost $90 per vendor. Don claims to have spent $800 promoting this event, yet he can't produce even one concrete instance of actual advertising.
Don't get me wrong, I've vended booths where I haven't made money. This isn't simply sour grapes on my part. But I've done a lot of these events and this is above and beyond simple bad luck. This is neglect bordering on consumer fraud.
From all appearances, this is a case where someone spent almost no money and simply expected to pocket all of it for handing out booth space without promoting the event or even cleaning up the parking lot where it was to be held. The stench from the dumpster was disgusting. Equally deplorable is the fact that several vendors made a trek from Chicago and Kansas City who are now out not only $45 of their $90 booth fee (he agreed to refund half our fees, although I'll believe it when I see it.) but their gas and time as well.
The fair didn't get one client. Not one. Had we gotten lookers but no buyers, I'd chalk it up to a bad economy, but we didn't get any lookers. Schlafly wasted beer serving no one, Mangia Italiano wasted food serving no one, bands played to no one in a hot parking lot. Several vendors mentioned having a similar experience with him during previous events, so I'd say he's making a habit of it.
For that reason, I have to put this out and warn everyone who might likewise be swindled by him. Tell your friends, tell your blogs, tell any crafty forums you're a member of. Crafters put too much money and time into their wares, they deserve not to be taken advantage of.
The only street promotion visible were some yellow chalk arrows hastily drawn on the sidewalk. Last I checked, yellow chalk and broken glass didn't cost $90 per vendor. Don claims to have spent $800 promoting this event, yet he can't produce even one concrete instance of actual advertising.
Don't get me wrong, I've vended booths where I haven't made money. This isn't simply sour grapes on my part. But I've done a lot of these events and this is above and beyond simple bad luck. This is neglect bordering on consumer fraud.
From all appearances, this is a case where someone spent almost no money and simply expected to pocket all of it for handing out booth space without promoting the event or even cleaning up the parking lot where it was to be held. The stench from the dumpster was disgusting. Equally deplorable is the fact that several vendors made a trek from Chicago and Kansas City who are now out not only $45 of their $90 booth fee (he agreed to refund half our fees, although I'll believe it when I see it.) but their gas and time as well.
The fair didn't get one client. Not one. Had we gotten lookers but no buyers, I'd chalk it up to a bad economy, but we didn't get any lookers. Schlafly wasted beer serving no one, Mangia Italiano wasted food serving no one, bands played to no one in a hot parking lot. Several vendors mentioned having a similar experience with him during previous events, so I'd say he's making a habit of it.
For that reason, I have to put this out and warn everyone who might likewise be swindled by him. Tell your friends, tell your blogs, tell any crafty forums you're a member of. Crafters put too much money and time into their wares, they deserve not to be taken advantage of.
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