Working for da man makes my eyes rain

And makes my blogging more sporadic, guess I'm going with more of a once a week thing. Did a lot of old person type stuff this week, like get my boobs squished, and go for an overnight sleep study. Boobs were fine, sleep was not, and I'm going to have to sleep with one of those things with the mask that makes you look like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Never you fear, I will put a pic up when I get this miracle device. Evidently my condition must not be life threatening, as nobody has called to set up delivery or anything. I decided to burn off a lot of pics that were on the the card, so y'all get to suffer. These would be a few of my favorite things:



A gothic candleholder my friend Deanna gave me for Christmas. I am totally going to put up my Sweeney Todd poster on the wall behind it. I saw that movie for the first time this week and I am now obsessed with it. I remember when I was little I thought it was a musical about some British chick. Yeah, not so much.

My beloved Dyson, complete with a load full of yuck it sucked out of my carpets. Having three cats, I went for the "animal" model. I also like the fact that it's a fectching shade of purple.

My laptop, Terry got it for me last year so I could more easily talk to my "imaginary friends," plus he wanted a shot at the computer every once in awhile. And since I'm like, twelve, I had to put stickers all over it. Yes, I loves me some MCR, and The Used. And there are ones on there from various friends, imaginary and otherwise.

This is a picture of my Great Grandma Tecora Alice Faulkner. I'm not sure why Terry took the pic from an angle where you can't see her face, she's a handsome woman, not afflicted with that disease the Elephant Man had or whatever. There are actually a pair of candleholders that match the frame, but that was a little too much. The plant winding around it originates from about 10 feet away, we like to get those plants that wander all about.

This tuna box has been sitting in my garage for the last eight years, and it was sitting in Terry's Grandma's house umpty leven years before that. I decided it would be a most excellent place to keep my burgeoning comic collection, so I cleaned it up. I love how it says "made in occupied Japan" at the bottom. And I bet that tuna wasn't dolphin safe either.

The corner above my bed, where I illustrate my arrested development again. Assorted MCR and Used paraphenalia, plus an awesome autograped Used poster. Hmm, I should get some Ludo stuff up there too.

I don't know why Terry took this at such a weird ass angle, I think he was trying to be arty or something. This is our "rogue's gallery" as my mom calls it. Many pictures of many family members, from many decades. That oval one on the side is from around 1910. I like to have a sense of the history while I'm listening to my knees click when I heave my butt up the stairs.

Another find from Terry's Grandma's house, this was originally his Grandfather's toolbox. I now have all sorts of stuff secreted in there, I could tell you what but then I would have to kill you. And no, that's not a spaghetti monster on the left of the lid, that's supposed to be a comet. This was before I knew Annie was such an artiste, otherwise I would have made her paint it.

This project is something Terry is really proud of. My parents gave us this pie safe that belonged to um, someone--a great grandma, maybe, sorry relative that I can't remember! It was way old and in disrepair (the furniture, not the relative) and Terry refinished it and antiqued it and put in new shelves and screens, and I really really love it. It is also full of all sorts of things, mostly candles and incense, so when the weather is humid my room smells like a monastery and it makes me want to get my chant on.

And congratulations if you made it to the end of this entry. You now know even more useless things about me.