Into the sea, you and me

I am not fond of basements. Coming from Florida, we don't have them there for obvious sinkhole reasons. So our new house in New York has one, and I usually face it with dread. Today I was in the basement sorting dirty clothes, when I had that tingly sensation that someone/something was watching me. Oh-it was our neighbors cat and he was looking at me through our basement window. Oh thanks for scaring the bee jeebs out of me!
Now on my trip, (sorry I think I have a few more to tell)Oh, wait, so the week before my trip, my mom called to tell my she had our 21 year cat put to sleep. I assured her she did the right thing and that she wasn't suffering anymore and she had a very long and sweet life. Now she is buried in the back yard with our 3 dogs and many many goldfish (I have to bury them, I feel it is not a dignified death to be flushed)
Now the weird thing, I swear on a stack of Bibles (this coming from a girl raised as a Baptist) I kept hearing her meow at odd times of the day. Do you think there are animal ghosts? Sometimes I believe in ghosts and sometimes I don't. I'm Sculley and Moulder all rolled into one.

It's nobody's fault,but we need somebody to burn

I had a meeting today with the Early Intervention people today. My son will be seeing a speech pathologist twice a week. I'm excited for him, and I can't wait to start. I think it's his muscles in his lower jaw. I'm hoping there will be exercises to do with him. My doctor also thought he had a bit of a cross in his right eye. So also today was the eye doctor. He's fine. Hooray! Poor little guy has had so much going on.
And this book I'm working on with my husband, it's painfully time consuming. So I better get off to it right away. Hope you guys (LB and T) are doing well today.

I'm living on a Chinese rock,everything is in the pawn shop

Back to this whole journal that I had found. What really stood out was how something may never happen again. For example, my family, which at this time was my mom and dad and one of my older sisters.(My oldest sis was already married with kids at this time)
So here we are at he beach and a few months later I wrote that my sister who was with us for vacation, was going to be married. We never knew at the time this may be our last time together. And so being at the house I grew up in, I'm forced to see all of those moments. Last BBQ or pool party. Can I remember them? No. Last time I rode bikes with my mom? I remember doing these things but never the very last one. All of these things are special, and I don't remember specifics. Having found the journal helps, but it's not enough.

I staggered through your chilly dining room

So it seems everything is back to normal. After an hour of book keeping and going through mail, all is well. My family adored my son, who is the youngest grandchild. He kept getting lots of toys, and he played outside all the time. Now we are the only 2 in Weschester County with tans. But it is very nice to be back home. Florida is such a strange place. My mom lives in the same house that I grew up in, and that is such a weird thing. We used to have a beautiful backyard with a pool, and now the pool is filled in. That really depresses me. There is still a hole in the bathroom door, wear a huge banana spider used to live and yes he would come out at night. Most kids are scared of monsters, no not me, I was scared of real things. I used to worry that hippies were going to come into my bedroom and shoot drugs into me, then take me away. Most of my friends were thinking about vampires. I also used to think guerrillas were going to surround the house and kill my family and I. This is what happens when children watch the evening news. I remember Walter Cronkite listing all the dead soldiers in Vietnam. Wow I digressed.

All of the poor trees that were ripped apart after Hurricane Charlie are just coming back. And everyone wears shorts-ALL THE TIME.

I have also come back to some work. I need to lay out and design a 48 page book. It will be nice to have extra money, but I won't have lots of extra time.

In my high wire days...

Ah yes, I'm back. It's so nice to go away, but very nice to be home. and to be missed is always very sweet. I had a very interesting trip. Filled with many emotions. Sad. Relaxing. Lonely. Peaceful. Sometimes very cute. Ok, that's not really an emotion, but whenever I'm around my family I feel like I'm 15 again, and so sometimes they make me feel like I'm cute.

Let's see, I ran into my phobia(see my list). Scary. I watched 0 t.v. I read The Time travelers Wife , depressed me. I drank my mom's brandy.

Just wanted to check in and give everyone a big kiss, So many songs in my head from my trip. Can't get them out just yet.

She's got spies, but it's not quite like the CIA

I'm am in a tizzy over here because I'm trying to get things packed and the house under control before my son and I leave for 2 WEEKS without my hubby. I'll be ready to come home after a week. Going to Orlando to see the family and no, it can never be a vacation when it comes to my family. I'll be harassed about not going to church, why don't we move back down here, why don't you eat meat. It's endless. My son will be my diversion. I'm nervous about hubby getting me to laguardia, I'm nervous about flying. I'm trying to calm down and just breathe.

I have packed 2 books, The Time traveler's Wife and the Third Wave. My mum has 5 year old prevention mags and they are not so bad, but I've already read them a dozen times.
And I'm going to miss you guys. 2 weeks! I'll try to check in somewhere along the way to see how everyone is doing.

And be careful posting. Have you looked at Gothamimage lately? Bush fans are rabid. Fox news has taught them well.

Peace and love to all
Paintergirl

It's always better on holiday..

Borrowed from laurenbove over at mindful things.

Accent: I do not have one. Only when I tell people we moved from Atlanta, do they say I have a slight southern accent. And I don't ya'll!
Bra size: a bit smaller after my son's birth
Chore I hate: mopping the floor
Dad's name: Bernard Francis
Essential makeup: moisturizer and blush
favorite perfume: Toilette de Toddler
Gold or silver: silver
Hometown: Orlando
Interesting Fact: Orlando has an annual Kumquat Festival
Job Title: Shit Ass Hoe Motherfucker, (borrowed from Dooce)sometimes freelancer
Kids: 1 crazy little man/child
Living arrangements: colonial near the Hudson
Mom's birthplace: Shickshinny
Number of apples eaten last week: I hear that eating bananas are better.And that would be 4
Overnight hospital stays: 1 birth
Phobias: Flying roaches
Question you ask yourself a lot: Will we have to move to Europe?
Religious affiliation: Protestant. But I have strong leanings towards Buddhist ways.
Siblings: Two sisters.
Time I wake up: 7am .
Unnatural hair color: Red
Natural hair color: Light brown. Some sneaky white curly ones are showing up though
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Lima beans!
Worst habit: Too many projects, never finish one
X-rays: teeth, foot
Yummy food I make: Spinach lasagna, strawberry shortcake
Zodiac sign: Aries, with leaning towards my old rising sign which is Libra

Favorite (Drinking) Toast:May your glass be ever full. May the roof over your head be always strong. And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

Here's my added question
Place you'd like to visit: There are lots, but I'll pick Vienna,Austria for starters, so I can walk around and sing Ultravox and embarrass my husband.

Love will tear us apart again..

OH MY GOSH-something I forgot to tell everyone. It's not everyday I get to see this. (I don't get out much.) After my son's hearing test (my hubby played hooky to do this with me), and I suggested going to the pub by the train station for some lunch. So we sit down and, you know how once you're seated, you start checking out the other patrons? Well, we were sitting next to this couple, I could only describe her as some Hispanic/Asian dragon lady ( I would not want to get into a fight with this girl) and well he was a mook-or T might say 'a Wide Boy'. Anyway, these 2 were not eating but drinking MANY martinis. Who does this at lunch anymore? This is not the Dick van Dyke show(did they drink). Well you get my drift. And from what we could tell they were both real estate agents. She was visiting from out of town, and as hubby so eloquently said, 'trying to get into her panties'. Ok, he said pants, I said panties, you say tomato...

Gentleman, take polaroids..

I'm so sorry T. That is one of my birthday songs. I have played that song on my birthday for the past 20 years. (yikes!) My hubby always teases me when I break out the old Japan records. I also have to play all of Raw Power by Iggy.
Too many things going on, planning a 2 week trip to Florida to visit my mom, my son had to have his ears checked (a late talker) and we now live in a neighborhood with some kind of association and I was the delegated spouse to attend. Wow-it was the first time I've ever been to one of those meetings and brother, everyone likes to complain. I left after 2 hours and they were still talking.

She's filing her nails as they're dragging the lake

Today is my big ole 38th birthday. It sounds so bad when I say it. I still feel like I'm in my 20's. Notice I didn't say when I was a teenager. So far it has been an extremely normal, and boring day. My husband sang happy birthday to me this morning and made me coffee. Very sweet. And then my mom called me. So that's always nice to hear from her.

And life goes on...if I may complain...the one thing I hate so far about getting older is all of the paperwork I have to keep track of. I can't stand it. I have a nice filing cabinet, but it's just horrible. Whenever I'm filing bills and receipts away I always feel like I'm in the movie Brazil, with all the papers swirling around, and then I'll just vanish.

Be thankful I don't take it all..

Ugh! I just got back from our accountant. (yes we have an accountant because we're both art types and it takes way too many of my brain cells and I'd flub it up anyway)
So, from all the moving, my hubby freelancing, selling a house, buying a house-WE OWE MONEY!! I'm am not feeling too good right now. But as my husband said, it's only money. I would have set aside money to pay, but to buy a house in New York, we had to scrape every last penny together for closing. I am really ill now. Now I have to auction off all of our belongings, but the tax man is coming down on eBay, so forget that.

So to do something nice, I picked up chinese for lunch for my son and I. He loves the baby corn. It's so cute to see his eyes twinkle when he's eating them. Then, I'm sitting in traffic and my husband calls me and said Jim Jarmusch just walked by him on the street. WOW! Not 5 minutes later, I saw 3 deer by the road. My husband gets to see hotty directors, I get animals. I will take these small gifts as I receive them.