Mama! Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day
18 Feb 2011 1 Comment
in alcohol, Irish, Shamrockfest
My world has been a bit crazy lately, but every time I get an email telling me something new about Shamrockfest I get this jolt of excitement that courses through my body.
So, on a down note… Flogging Molly will not be playing this year. I was shocked since they have been HUGE with Shamrockfest for YEARS. Even Hophead went to their Facebook page and let them know how disappointed he is.
There is good news. I would even say FANTASTIC news!!! Dropkick Murphys will be playing!!! Can I get a girlie scream like Elvis is on stage?
OMG! I’m looking at the line up as I write this.
That is so funny… DJ Pauly D! I mentioned this to Ginga, noting Pauly D’s Italian background and here he is a big player in an Irish bash. She said, “Mama! Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day!”
I can’t wait.
Are you going?
Have you gotten your tickets?
Prices are going up! Better get em soon.
Super Bowl XLV
06 Feb 2011 1 Comment
in TV
By half-time my favorite commercial is Roseanne getting it by a log:
So digging the half time show:
The entrance was awesome!
Will.I.Am has a head thing that reminds me of Zorg in The Fifth Element.
Fergie has an incredible voice!
Here comes Usher and his pants are Hammer pants Usher-ized.
…Oh that’s why! Usher just did the splits!!!
Yeup Roseanne getting hit by a log was my favorite. It shocked me and it shocked me more then the baby hitting the wall.
Knock… knock… knock…
04 Feb 2011 Leave a Comment
Hophead and I look at each other and he gets up to answer the door. He doesn’t even look through the peep-hole to see who it is but I don’t say anything.
I’m watching Hophead and his facial expressions as the Voice begins his script with his definitive lip smacking pauses, as I’m sure he was instructed. He wants a name and money for his cause, to help Rock Creek. The Voice then hands the clipboard to Hophead and all I can see is a hand reaching in and pointing to various areas on the clipboard.
I’m anxiously waiting to see what Hophead does.
And then…
Hophead says, “Ok… Wanna come in?”
The voice replies, “Sure! Thank you. Thanks for answering the door.”
Hophead starts filling out the paper but stops and says to the Voice, “Wanna a beer?”
“Oh wow… YES! That would be great!”
“Raging Bitch?”
“Oh Yeah Flying Dog! I love that stuff! I’ve only had Yuengling to drink lately”
I pipe in, “That’s what I’m drinking! Hophead says it’s weak beer (inferior lager beer).”
Hophead hands me the paper to finish filling it out as he goes to get the beer.
The Voice is so excited about the beer, “This is the BEST house I have ever been too! You people are awesome!”
Then he spills it… Poor guy felt so bad. Now he’s gonna smell like beer at the next few houses he goes to. I cleaned up the floor and gave him towels to clean himself up and even offered him gum.
He chatted with Hophead about Belgian IPA and then said he would have to drink up real fast before the next house. He thanked us profusely and even shook our hands and bolted.
Hophead and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I said to Hophead, “Do you usually invite people in like that?”
“Eh… yeah… A few times.”
“Ever offered beer… Raging Bitch?”
“Nope that was a first.”
Mini Red turns Sweet Sixteen
29 Jan 2011 2 Comments
in Mini Red
I can’t believe my sweet little baby is sixteen today.
She has turned out to be an awesome teenager and only giving me mild heart attacks.
Note the hat… It belongs to her boyfriend. Yes I said BOYFRIEND!
Oh and she likes to be called Ginja now… You know… Like ninja.
How to scare your boyfriend:
18 Jan 2011 1 Comment
in boyfriend
I styled my hair differently this morning what do you think?
Tis the Season for Skulls
07 Oct 2010 1 Comment
in Halloween
**Photo courtesy of HopHead
The Skull rides again because, of course, it is October.
The only difference is this year my vehicle has changed. I needed something bigger to drive Mini Red and the crew kids around as well as all the stuff. So I got a Jeep Commander, which is affectionately called the Buttmaster “C”.
The skull fits perfectly on the front and I’m curious to see if there are any more reactions with the skull more visible in rear view mirrors since the Jeep sits so high.
Hehehe MoooooHAHAHAHAHA
THAT WOMAN
06 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
I guess tonight I did a move that my sister says makes me “THAT WOMAN“.
I’m the old lady that says something to kids behaving badly. This seems to often happen at the Folks beach condo.
It first happened years ago. The Folks beach condo association collectively purchased a cart for anyone in our building to use to bring up their bags etc. It’s a piece of crap but has survived for years. I was near by as kids were taking rides on it. I said something… “That thing is weak and you don’t wanna get hurt…” as I walked off. That was when Sis first called me “THAT WOMAN“.
Another day I got in the elevator after some kids hit every button. I said, “You don’t want this elevator to break with you in it… Maybe you should be more gentle?” I let Sis know I was “THAT WOMAN” again.
Well… This summer the big thing is those annoying lasers that come in all colors. Don’t get me wrong I have a little red one. I had hopes of maybe using it on those pesky drivers who drive with their high beams on.
So Sis and I are watching Project Runway and I see a light come through the window. I went out on the balcony to look around and see if I could figure out where it was coming from. I did this rather quietly as Sis was dozing. I noticed it was going across our entire building and figured it was probably coming from the bus across the street. I lingered a bit longer after the bus pulled away and… THERE IT IS! I spun around to find a little person in the doorway of the store across the street with the laser. I watched her scan the laser across the building and as it shined through our living room onto the back wall. She quickly ducked and continued to wave the laser across our building.
Sis was now out so I looked up the number for the store across the street but no one answered. So I went over there. I figured the little girl would be gone but I would let the employees know that this was happening with their customers and maybe they could keep them from doing it.
I crossed Coastal Highway and as I walked in the store I saw the little girl behind the counter. I looked from her to the woman who works there. The woman who is there ALL the time. The Russian woman (girl) who is there EVERY summer and I swear she works from open to close, which means something like 8am to 12am.
I said, “I live across the street…”
She started with the, “I’m SO Sorry…”
I continued and looked at the little girl, “Please DO NOT shine that light in our condo…”
This woman knew the little girl was doing it! On top of that it’s almost 11pm! Why is that little girl there?
The woman apologized over and over. At least Mom will know where it is coming from in the future.
So I am “THAT WOMAN” yet again. I killed the little girl’s good time but Mom can now deal with it as she wishes in the future.
Best of all Sis just woke up and is laughing cause I’m “THAT WOMAN” again.
My Beautiful
13 Jul 2010 1 Comment
Lately, I’ve been working downtown and by downtown I mean Chinatown. I even have to drive through Dupont Circle to get to work and I don’t like driving through Dupont Circle.
I was nervous to drive Dupont Circle but now I’m just irritated at the people in my way. I’ve noticed the words coming outta my mouth while driving in D.C seems to go something like this: “Go… go…go…go…Green means go… GO! GO! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY JUST MOVE!
Seems the cars don’t move but the pedestrians do. The pedestrians are always going even when they aren’t supposed to. The sign says do not walk but they just keep on going and don’t notice the cars. Oh and then there are the people on bikes. They stop for nothing. Not red lights and not for cars. They weave in and out of stopped traffic and seem to land just in front of me and then have a hard time starting. My favorites are the bicyclist without helmets and wearing ear phones.
I prefer my drive home because I’ve found a way that skips Dupont Circle and it seems to roll, except today. Traffic really sucked and I swear I’ll never leave that late again but there was my interaction with a parking attendant that tickled me and made my traffic laden drive home much easier.
As I was leaving the parking lot there is often an older gentleman reminding everyone in line that it’s cash only. They do anything to speed it up to get us out and I guess many have to go park and find cash to get out of the lot. So this wasn’t the first time I saw him but when I do I hold up my cash and show him I’m on board.
Today started a typical hi how are you banter and short discussion on the weather and the heat until he said something I didn’t understand. I told him I didn’t understand and he said, “Amharic?”
So I said, “Oh! Yene Konjo!”
You should have seen the look on his face as he said, “Oh you must be single! I want to know who said this to you!”
I told him I knew a few words and gave a few more examples. He told me he could teach me more words.
He followed me up to the booth and after I paid he was standing there, on the other side, with his hands clasped high together in the air as he hollered, “SEE YOU TOMORROW!”
Oh and Yene Konjo means “My Beautiful”
My Tattoo Journey
12 Jun 2010 4 Comments
For a while I have been wanting a tattoo. I wanted leaves… Falling leaves with a bigger red leaf and I wanted it on the inside of my left wrist because it is special to me and the left has a connection to the heart.
I found a painting of a red leaf I wanted for a basis. I wanted veins in the leaf to represent life and I wanted this leaf to look more like it was falling. I wanted two smaller brown leaves and if they could have the veins great but it was more important to have the veins on the red leaf. All these leaves represent family and how we all fall from the same tree but don’t have to be the same and it’s ok to be different.
Last year I was invited to a tattoo party in Hagerstown. Great! This is a perfect opportunity to get the tattoo I want. This guy has to be good since they do this party every year and even several times a year.
This was such a fun party with so many different types of people: black, white, redneck, lesbian, divorced and young. The party was in the garage and everyone brought something as well as their own chairs. At first I watched and soaked it all in before I started joining in on conversations.
This one girl wasn’t quite 21 but she got her first tattoo when she was 14. I couldn’t believer her mother would allow that but she sat next to her daughter nodding as the daughter talked about all her tattoos and how her job formally stated to her that she was not to have visible tattoos yet she continued to get them.
There was another, 19-year-old lesbian. She tells me that she isn’t invited to many parties anymore since she always turns at least one woman away from men and onto women, namely her. One of the men at the party seemed to really enjoy my conversation with her as she confidently told me she was sure she could get me to try women as I explained to her why that would never happen and in detail what I love about men.
So after 11 hours of waiting and quite a few Miller Lites it was my turn. Thankfully, I was drinking Miller Lites and only had a slight buzz. He drew it out and I was agreeable but figured it would be even better on me since it was just a sketch. I asked if he could do a drop shadow on the big leaf and he said he could. In the end the drop shadow was a line, he added more lines and it was wrong.
I know… It’s my own fault and I made sure Mini Red saw me cry over this because she has stated she wants a tattoo when she is older. I’ve told her she needs to be set in her job before she even considers it and she better be damn sure about what she does before she does it. I will do everything in my power to make sure she does it right if that is what she wants.
Anyhow, I have contemplated for almost a year now what to do about it. I thought about removal but decided I needed to find an artist who could take what I have an enhance. I had pieces but didn’t know how to bring it together and there was a filler piece I knew I needed. I have asked anyone and everyone who they go to and the artists span the DC, Virginia and Maryland areas all the way up to Baltimore. Trying to figure out who to go to is near impossible. So I finally find this final filler piece and I start asking around again. I checked several out and in the end I FINALLY called someone close by in Maryland. I wanted to find someone in Virginia because I found out if you get a tattoo in Maryland you have to wait a year to give blood due to Maryland’s tattoo regulations where as if you get your tattoo done in Virginia you don’t have to wait.
I set up an appointment for a consultation. I didn’t feel very welcome from the minute I got there. I thought it was just me but by the end of the day I figured out it wasn’t me. So I brought pictures and told my story and my thoughts of what to do moving forward about adding to the current tattoo but all he talked about was cover up and something completely different from what I started with. He and another artist suggested I get my current tattoo removed and start over. They were confident I would have no problems having it removed and suggested I go to Jinx Proof Tattoo since they not only tattoo but also do laser removal. When I got home I called and they had an opening for a consultation in a few hours.
I headed to Georgetown but my biggest fear was parking. Ends up it’s one of Jinx Proof founders, Karl, who does the laser removal. He looked at my tattoo and said it couldn’t be removed. He said the colors I had would just get darker but he asked if I had I thought of adding to it. I told him that is what I wanted but the last place said it could only be covered up. That’s when he went and got Susan. I told her about my thoughts and showed her my pictures and she got a pen and started drawing on my arm. I was amazed by her talent. She was spot on and what she drew was better than I even imagined. I was so excited especially when she told me she had time right then to tattoo it for me. I couldn’t think of any reason not to so she set up and I signed all the papers and we got going.
I was so excited and nervous all at once, my stomach was in knots. My day had certainly been a journey.
Karl had come over to watch as Susan was tattooing me and I told him I couldn’t believe where my day had taken me and how happy I was to have come to Jinx Proof and found Susan. He said it is very hard for people to find the right tattoo artist and so many make the mistakes like I did. I definitely hope Mini Red learns from my mistake.
My parents have talked about getting tattoos and I know just where they will go. I would recommend Jinx Proof to everyone.
It’s amazing how I used to try and hide my arm but I don’t have to anymore. I love my new tattoo.
Oh and the new little red leaf on the bottom right is Mini Red.
