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Sunday, October 2, 2005
Subject: New Day
Time: 3:55:10 PM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Vivaldi
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Hi, guess what? I'm bald now. Yep. My sister, Jennifer, and i got our heads shaved yesterday. I'm donating my hair to Locks of Love. (Jen's hair was too short to donate or she would too.)
So yeah, we're now a couple of happening bald chicks about town. Wave if you see us. Ciao. ((0.~))
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Subject: Step Right Up
Time: 3:46:11 AM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Who cares? Ask me what I'm wearing
Step right up folks, and check out CarnivAOL's inaugural edition. Lots of great entries were submitted. There's something for everyone... except um, bumper cars. I already checked.
You can submit an entry from YOUR journal for a future CarnivAOL edition, if you'd like. The next call for submissions will be on July 26 for the August 2 edition. Email a link to your entry to plittle with a brief description.
Now if you'll excuse me, i'm off to get me some cotton candy. Huh? What's that you say? No cotton candy either? D'oh! ((0.~))
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
Subject: *~Queen for a Day~*
Time: 5:57:00 AM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: A Question of Lust
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Today is a very special day for me. July 10, 1990 was my first day clean and sober and today i am celebrating 15 years clean and sober. Whoooo hoooo. Party at the blue Victorian!
 Here's a picture of me from the old days. I'm on the left in my big hair bitchery. My sister and i were going out that night to "Trendy but Trashy" night at the club.
A while back i wrote a bit about getting sober and my early sobriety, which you can read about here. So, yeah we're gonna be celebrating today with a cake and a ton of Diet Coke. Cheers!
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Tuesday, July 5, 2005
Subject: Holiday Cut-Throat Croquet
Time: 12:37:21 AM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Girlfriend in a Coma
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Fourth of July is my sister Jennifer's birthday, which we all get together and celebrate with a bbq and cake. That's all fine and good, but what we really get together for is Cut-Throat Croquet.
Cut-Throat Croquet can turn the most mild-mannered citizens....
Into savages....
We take the shit pretty seriously, too. Here, the judges are called in to determine if the yellow team's ball has made it through or not.
(Notice one judge is pushing for and one judge is pushing against....lol)
Our friend, Lynn, really keeps her eye on the ball....
 Here, Bubba assumes the position and gets major air on a ball that only has to go a couple of feet.
Here's Tara in the cheering section....
Well, the Blue team won this year, followed by my team--the orange team. My team actually would have won if we would have cheated more, but that's ok.
Following the bbq and the birthday festivities, my sister likes to get everyone together for what she calls, "freaks with fireworks".....
Which is usually followed by.....
LOL.................j/k. We're a sober group. :)
Hope your holiday was a grrrrrrreat one!
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Thursday, June 23, 2005
Subject: ~*Brothers*~
Time: 10:30:15 PM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Who cares? Ask me what I'm wearing
Jordan and Stogie in an old portrait by Karen Dvorak
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My young son, Stogie, is all boy. He rides his skateboard in the house, he takes his scooter apart every chance he gets, and he likes eating potato salad cause it gives him gas. The upside of this is getting to live my childhood over again--this time as a boy. :)
The downside....
For some reason, boys must conduct experiments. They absolutely must find out what makes things tick. Example:
One time Stogie put an uncooked piece of chicken in a plastic bag and left it in the backyard for three days cause he wanted to know what rotten chicken would smell like after a few days. Now i understood that, so i went with it and just stayed outta that area of the yard for a while. No harm done.
Well for some reason, my other son Jordan didn't feel the need to do these kinds of experiments when he was growing up. No, my gay son, Jordan, was content to play dress up with the neighbor girls and play all the make believe stories that mimicked what Disney was putting out at the time. Pretty cool stuff. Jordan also had a few dolls that he was pretty attached to.... one in particular that he um, breastfed for awhile when he was four years old. That doll met a cruel, untimely end, by the way, which you can read about here.
So yeah, my sons are waaaay different. I know and accept this and for the most part, i embrace it. But boy did i flip out this morning when i stumbled onto Stogie's latest experiment. I opened the freezer door, thinking i would get some ice for my diet Coke, and wouldn't ya know it--a very large clump of grass with the earth still attached was sitting there. (Our latest experiment? How long does it really take grass to freeze?) That's bad enough, but it was sitting on the rack above the ice cube trays and some of the dirt dropped into the ice cube trays before they were frozen and so the dirt was frozen inside the ice cube trays! Jeeze.
I exclaimed to Stogie who was there monitoring the experiment..... "WHY CAN'T YOU BE GAY AND PLAY WITH DOLLS LIKE YOUR BROTHER DID??!!" ((0.~))
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Subject: June Cleaver visits the blue Victorian
Time: 3:08:30 PM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Meet the Creeper
Laughed my ass off at this comment from my buddy Armandt:
Comment from: armandt
"I demand a new entry! - or I'm coming over and leaving June Cleaver on your porch!! :)
Boy, if that didn't jump start my thoughts...lol. Could you see June Cleaver at my house?? I could just hear her....
"Now you kids remember to put iodine on those tattoos....you don't want to get infections, do you?"
and....
"put that Rat Bastard Rootbeer away and drink your milk, alrighty?"
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Well, i'm on week 2 of my new diet and i've already gained 3 pounds. Pretty smooth, huh? 'Cept i really was trying to lose weight.
 Jeeeeze. Surprisingly, i'm not too discouraged, though. I guess i'll stick with it.
So yeah i'm in Eureka, in Northern California and we had an earthquake yesterday evening at around 7:50. I was out taking my walk and it was over by the time i got home, but when i got home the chandelier in the dining room was still swinging. It was kinda trippy.
And as far as the tsunami warning, my husband said that some of the neighbors across the street evacuated. Personally, i wasn't too worried about a tsunami coming through town, so i went to the movies with my sister.
 We went to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith. It was pretty good. And i was a good girl and didn't pig out at the snack bar--i stuck to my diet. I'm curious to see how much i gain next week. ((0.~))
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Friday, June 3, 2005
Subject: W.A. #62 Hairstyles from Hell, or the Bride of Marilyn Manson
Time: 11:24:35 AM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Rack, Shack, & Benny
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Back in my hardcore goth days i dyed my hair purple or burgundy a lot. I eventually stopped dying it because it didn't go with any of my maternity clothes when i was pregnant the last time, but for a while there it was colored a lot.
 Well, one time we were planning to go see Siouxsie and the Banshees and i wanted to have the burgundy hair to end all burgundy hair. I figured if i lightened my hair then the burgundy color would really stand out, so i went to a salon to have my dark hair lightened. I thought i was in good hands because i knew the woman who would be working on me. Hahahahaaa.
She lightened the top half of my hair, and by the time she got around to lightening the bottom half of my hair it was time to rinse out the top. What i ended up with was the top of my hair being a whole lot lighter than the bottom of my hair--quite noticable. I hated it. And once it was burgundy it was even more noticable. Yikes. (Moral of this story -- just because you know the stylist doesn't mean she's any good.)
Everyone who saw my hair that day and that night was at least nice enough to not comment on how bad it looked, and i think the next day i dyed it a good old fashioned goth BLACK.
 This is a beat up Poloroid photo, and it looks pretty crappy but here i am. The top half of my hair is a really nice shade of burgundy. D'oh. Dig the Siouxsie and the Banshees make-up. Sheesh.
Interesting story about this dress, btw. A few years back i took my son, Jordan, to see Marilyn Manson and Hole and he went in gothic drag and wore this dress.....and he looked better in it than i ever did! Brat.
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Friday, May 27, 2005
Subject: Kim's Cadillac
Time: 11:27:09 AM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Catch
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My friend, Kim, bought this big old bashed in Cadillac, which she really loved cuz she had been driving this piece of shit van that kept breaking down on her. I can't count how many times i'd see that van parked around town somewhere with Kim in her Sunday best, buried under the hood or laying underneath it trying to figure out what was wrong with it. Her daughter, Teresa, would be in the van eating the pickles out of her cheeseburger and throwing the cheeseburger away.
Well, one day the price was right and Kim bought a big old Cadillac. Bashed in on the passenger side. Interior ripped to shreds. Far out. She came over to my neighbor's house the day she got it.... you know, to show it off. I noticed the car parked over there when i went out to get the mail. I knew in a second that it was Kim's car, cause she's the only person i knew who'd park a car four feet from the curb.
I thought i'd go over and say hi, so i went over and said, "hey you guys should come see how some bitch parked her Cadillac".
Driving with Kim was a trip. She's about five feet tall, but in that Sedan de Tank she owned the whole damn road. Sometimes we ran errands together. First thing we'd do was drive through Wendy's or McDonald's and get a side of pickles for Teresa (why waste a whole cheeseburger?) then we'd head out and go shopping or whatever. Kim always parked in the parking spaces marked 'compact'. An old habit, i guess, from when she used to drive the old big van. "Compact", she'd say. "That's us!"
Kim was a waitress with an great sense of humor. Our A.A. posse used to hit up her restaurant after the evening meetings. She'd have us all rolling on the floor laughing at her jokes and wisecracks. Kim had an incredible way of making other people feel good and she could laugh at herself so easily that you just wanted to be around her all the time. I envied that about her. Even when she'd be all dressed up and crawling under her van for the umpteenth time trying to see what was wrong with it, she still had a good sense of humor about it.
In life though, Kim wasn't all that happy. Actually, she was pretty miserable. She was in a nightmare relationship and her kids were totally outta control. I remember one time after one of our parties where she was, once again, the life of the party, i said to her.... "boy, isn't life great?" And she looked at me with the saddest face and said simply, "no".
It's been quite a few years since i've seen Kim or talked to her, so i don't know how she's doing. Of course, i hope she's doing better, but i don't know. I remember what it's like to keep choosing the nightmare.... to have everything be outta control. It makes me sad to think of her being sad, so i try hard not to. Instead, i just remember us trying to park that damn Cadillac in the compact spots.... with Teresa eating pickles in the back.
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Monday, May 23, 2005
Subject: Shameless Grandson Boasting
Time: 1:43:43 AM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Bohemian Ballet
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This is my grandson, Chandler Rain. Ain't he a cutie? Yes Rain is his middle name, and i got to pick it. (It's becoming more and more evident that i'm from California, huh) Anyway, Chandler is 22 months old. He spends every Sunday with me, which i love. We usually spend our days running around my house, with me watching him tear the inside of my house apart.
 We pig out on Spong Bob Animal Crackers, which we're both heavily addicted to (blame him, he started it), and we watch lots of Veggie Tales DVDs.
We love Veggie Tales, and probably between the two of us, i love them more (how sad is that?) I can tell this because when we're watching Veggie Tales and Chandler goes home, i usually um..... keep on watching them. ((0.~))
Have children while your parents are still young enough to take care of them. ~Rita Rudner
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
Subject: ~*The Brat Pack*~
Time: 12:31:18 AM EDT
Author: kissofvanity
Music: Who cares? Ask me what I'm wearing
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My son, Jordan, is all grown up. He towers over me and i'm pretty tall myself. As a mother, i dislike the fact that my sweet little boy grew up on me, but i accept it. Jordan is a nice young California gay dude with very sweet, easy going friends.
His friends are a mix of goths, emos, screamos, gays, flaming gays, bruisers, exotic dancers, strippers, dj's, punks, etc. They have piercings, tattoos, mustaches, and that's just the women.
This is quite a group we're talking about.
 They all came over a couple of nites ago to play Disney Trivial Pursuit with us. We dig that game. Boy, those flaming gays sure know their Disney Princesses.
Once it got to be about 10 pm, Jordan announced to his en tourage, "OK guys, time to hit the bars".
I couldn't resist, i said to them,......"OK, you kids run along now and go play!" They all smiled and said, "Ohhhhh, we sure will!!", as they left our house. My my, what good kids. ((0.~))
I'm a little dramatic at times. I know, I know, it's tough to believe. But it's true. ~Mariah Carey
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