Short Vacation

My dear blogger friends, I just wanted to let you know that I will be taking a short hiatus from my blog for a while. I have some "stuff" that needs tending to and this will take up a certain amount of energy, so if you don't see my comments or stories on your posts, it's not that I'm not interested, it's just that my time is limited and I need to use it wisely.

As soon as I ascertain that a significant number of little dragons have been slain, and I have quite a few dragons to slay right now, I shall be back. So don't forget me and I certainly am not going to forget all my wonderful friends. Upward and onward, and peace out.

Two Moonies Sitting on a Tree!!!

Here are a couple of my moonies I've completed which are going straight to my Etsy shop. It's going to be a series and so I don't get tired or bored, I'm also making another group for my "Can Do" series. Just got the gesso on the cans and ready to paint. In the mean time, please view my little lovelies. Peace out.

New Stuff

I've finally made some new stuff for my Etsy shop, which I haven't posted yet, but giving my bloggie buddies first viewing. Let me know what you think and if you likie!!

Hope everyone is having a great weekend and looking forward tomorrow as I am. DH is going across the street to his son's for a partee and I'll be here at home in the studio...now that's a win-win situation. Ok, my beebees, here's my stuff. Peace out.

Saints & Relics

I have a dear friend who writes these wonderful blogs. She lives in Albuquerque, NM and has many family stories she shares with us. The latest one was about her aunt who was visited by St. Theresa, however, I'm not sure which one, St. Theresa of Avila or St. Therese, the Little Flower.

Personally, my fav is The Little Flower. She was a ballsy broad who lived into the late 19th c. She was a cloistered Carmalite nun who never performed miracles, a must do if your on the saint list, and died very young at 24 years. However, as a children growing up in Catholic schools, we read many biographies of the saints, Therese being the "rock star" of little girls, we all wanted to be like her, or at least try. I never came close...remember the spitting into my sister's milk incidents and having to go to confession every time I did that or other little "mishaps" my mother found out about...my siblings ratted me out many times!! LOL Well, the closest I came was choosing her for my confirmation name.

So the story goes that she never performed miracles, but she did, right in our cathedrals' shrine to her. My Dad would drop us off in the morning at our school, St. Patrick's, and we would play outside till the Boss nun would ring her brass bell for us to stand still and perform the Pledge of Allegiance in the play ground, then into our classrooms for prayers then work.

One particular morning, my friends and I were playing a game before school was called to order, and these kids came up to us and told us the St. Therese statue in the church was crying. Being the skeptic, I just told them they were crazy and how could a chunk of plaster be crying (I was really bad about that stuff). Ok, so I caved and went inside the small shrine already filled with other students. I used to visit that shrine plenty of times because I liked her story...like I said, she was ballsy. There was also a small glass enclosed "relic" on the stand. That just fascinated me; I imagined people taking chunks of her liver or spleen after her death to distribute to all the churches who wanted a piece of her. Morbid, yes, but I would just let my imagination get the best of me!! LOL

Back to the miracle: so there we stood, watching her and waiting for her to do something. As I was ready to turn away, heard the Boss Bell, there were sounds coming from the crowd...she was crying and she moved her cross laden with roses. She smiled at us and I she spoke to us, telepathically. She told us to continue praying for the world and peace...that we were going to be the generation of many changes and there would be much evil from these changes. Wow, after we all calmed down, we compared what we heard in our brains, and the messages were all the same...spooky huh??? We were told to get our little butts into school by the nazi nuns and pretty much of the day, was buzzing about the little miracle many of us witnessed. Of course, the fish stories began...she handed one of the students her cross, she threw her roses at us, her lips moved, she did cartwheels, you know how that goes??

We were told by the faculty and staff not to speak of it ever again...yea right! And that it was a case of mass hysteria...whatever!!! Later on in the morning, we all lined up for daily mass and as we passed the little shrine on our way into church, there was the principal nun, a Franciscan monk and a Jesuit priest standing there just staring at the statue. So mass hysteria, right??? Me thinks there was more to the story, but again, we were told during the short sermon that we were to discard everything we "imagined" that morning.

So do I believe that saints talk to the humble masses, yeppers...been there, saw that!!! My mother has a 1-800 # to St. Jude...he's done all kinds of wonderful things for her and us. When I was going through my divorce, one night I was crying out of sorrow, fear, you name it, I was crashing. All of a sudden, I felt this peacefulness coming from within me...almost like a warm light. I smelled roses, this lovely fragrance coming from no where. I continued crying, but out of joy and love...that's how I felt. Funny, I had experienced this before when I was desperate to get help for my autistic son, but I didn't realize it then.

I went to the shrine the next day. By then, St. Therese was moved out of her little room and into the main church where she's stuck in a corner in the back...oh and no relic...that's gone too. So I laid a single rose on her little alter and thanked her for being there for me.

So if I'm asked that I believe in all this stuff, I'll vote a beg YES!! So you're saying, "Poor Georgina, she's finally lost all her gray cells to menopause," and yes, I've lost a few here and there...my cells are spread all over as a matter of fact, but I'm not hysterical, a religious zealot (on the contrary, I'm not religious at all), or smoking the the little glass pipe, I'm just one of those lucky people who was visited by a great lady who I needed at the time. She's still around, watching, intervening for me and messing with my scent of smell, but thank God she is!! Peace out.

Whips

So this is what a girl can do when there are -0- distractions. These are my newest creations in the making. I love the little busts I've made in the past and thought I'd make a series of them. The Moonies will be set on to boxes or candle holders...haven't decided yet. I have some polymer stuff ready too, but will wait to show you those later.

It's wet and about 50 degrees outside. They, the weathermen (not the radicals of yesteryear!!) say snow maybe...I say snow, impossible. The thermostat needs to drop a lot before that happens. Anyway, enjoying my time alone, but miss my honey like crazy. Going to have another bowl of my Caldo de Res for lunch and then head back into the studio. Don't worry, Tristan, it's actually just a Mexican version of a beef soup with veggies...no anti-Christ ingredients in there!!! LOL I think you'd like it, with corn tortillas and homemade guacamole and a bit of chopped cilantro...yum...got to go, am hungry all of a sudden!! Peace out.

What is a Dork

Howd-y-do, fellow bloggers. Hope you're having a nice weekend. We've been hit with that front from CA and it's wet and very windy but all this should "blow"out by tonight and we're back to clear blue skies and are mid 50 degree weather, till the next storm hits next week.

Ok, so much for the local weather report. You're probably wondering why such a strange subject matter to blog about, yea, me too!! LOL So I went to my trusty Funk and Wagnall (remember Laugh-In?) and I found no definition for a dork, then I went to my Websters and nothing...not even in my Webster's New Universal Unabridged Dictionary, still no site of the word , "dork." It's not even in the Webster's New World of Roget's A-Z Thesaurus!!!!!! Where have these people been all these years??? So I went to the Wikipedia on Google and here is there definition:

* USA pejorative slang for a quirky, silly and/or stupid, socially inept person, or one who is out of touch with contemporary trends. Often confused with nerd and geek, but does not imply the same intelligence level.

So there you have it. Personally, I disagree, I've known many intelligent dorks in my life and nerds who are geeks and geeks who are dorks and nerds!! I mentioned the "dorks" that I saw at the Celtic Women performance I attended a couple of months ago. They had their official shirts, notebooks and signs to display during the performance...oey vey!! Big dorks!!

Actually, what inspired me to write about this is due to my daughter, Andria. She asked me a couple of weeks ago to send her some pics of herself when she was little. It seems to be a thing on Face Book to display wall photos of oneself as a child, so I scanned and sent them to her. She texted me back and said she "was" a dork. Now I take exception to that, because Georgina did not give birth to any dorks; now after they grew up, that's something else...I take no responsibility for that! I sent her some adorable pics of herself when she was little...take a look:






Now tell me if those are dorky pictures?? Of course not, she was an adorable little girl, a royal pain in the arse, but adorable....as a matter of fact, at 31 she's still a royal pain in the arse, but one of the funniest people I have ever known so I keep her around for comic relief! I don't understand how she can look at these pics and call herself a dork...I just don't see it. Now I look at pics of myself as a child and lordy, that was a dork. I had buck teeth, a cross eye and wore Cinderella brand dresses under "Chubbets!" label. I wish I could show you a photo of myself as a child, but my blogger couldn't read the file, so no pictures of me at this time.

When I was 13, my mother took me to a diet doctor and he put me on all types of pills. I remember it was the middle of winter and I was sweating outside (hmm, still do as a matter of fact!! LOL), I lost 15 lbs. in 2 weeks and my mother decided it was not worth my health to continue...I also hadn't slept for 2 weeks...I wonder why, Mom, could it be that you had me on "speed!!" So as I matured, the weight came off, I had surgery on my cross eye at 9 and then again at 15 and the braces came off around the the same time. I remember walking into our high school dance, wearing my new doo, the Sassoon cut, no braces and no glasses....the dork or in this case, the ugly duckling had turned into a swan. I recall I danced a lot that evening. The whole make-over cost my parents a goodly amount of $$, but it was worth it.

As for my weight, well, menopause took care of that...where's the speed when I really need it now!! LOL My mother, who is 87, still complains about my weight and shows me pics of myself taken about 8-10 years ago and tells me how beautiful I "was!" I tell her I was thin and gorgeous, but I was extremely depressed and on the brink of suicide because my husband of 25 years left me for someone else and I was scared witless about my and my children's future, but hey, I was gorgeous!!! I'm now very happy, life is great, my sweet man is the best, my kids are ok and I'm still on good terms with my siblings, so I'm very fortunate. I'm fat and happy and no longer the dork of years past, even though, my daughter still calls me a dork sometimes for some of the things I do or get into, but she says it with love, "Mom, you're such a dork!" and proud of it!! Peace out.

Cool Giveaway and other Stuff

Above is a pic taken the 26th before my 3 boys were picked up by their father to spend the rest of the holiday with him here in El Paso. We were just fooling around since many of the pics had been so serious...time for a goofy pic. L-R, Sean 9, Me ?, Baby Sammy 5 months, Zach 5, and Ryan, 7.

As they used to say on Monty Python, "now for something completely different." My dear blogger friend, Tristan Robin, is having a wonderful giveaway on his blog. Go over and sign up for the great stuff listed in his contest...you'll love it!!! Also, take the time to read Tristan's blog for those of you who have never visited, he's a great guy, and makes unbelievably wonderful things...fit for royalty!! http://tristanrobin.blogspot.com.

It's been a slow week for creating, I always start out with good intentions to go into the studio, but something always comes up. I think I'm avoiding my happy place and I don't know why. I already have things in the making, but for some reason, I just don't follow it up. I've had quite a few days to create, but not happening. It's not a block, got lots of ideas in my head and on the table, it's almost intimidation on my part. So weird, but I know this too shall pass. I'm not going to say I'm going in today, because I'm afraid I'll curse it, so better to just say, I'll be busy today somehow!! LOL

My grandson, Zach, is a master philosopher and he's only 5 years old. My daughter has been collecting many of his sayings for the past year and they are a hoot. His latest one, well, it wasn't acutally a saying but his answer to a challenge. My grandsons love "Build-A-Bear" and have many animals from said store. He won the grade contest, having the best grades out of the 3 boys, so off to B.A.B. for his prize. He selected the new Valentine dog and as they were printing out the adoption papers, oey vey, he decided he wanted to call it Fluffy. My daughter expressed that was a "girlie" name, yes, she said "girlie." When confronted with this, he pondered for a second then said, "Ok, mommy, I'll call him Mr. Fluffy!" Problem solved!! As they were walking out of the store, he noticed one the dogs, a black Lab, was dressed in a "girlie" outfit. He was shocked since his Lab, Buck, is a boy and told his mother that he didn't know Buck was a girl....she pondered on his reaction and then told him it was Buck's sister, Buckalina!!! Hence, the problem solvers in the family!!!

Well, going to run now and get ready as soon as the princess comes out of the room to start his day (my sweet man can be so "girlie" when it comes to getting ready). I have plans to stay busy most of the day (wink) and later make dinner...enchiladas, red and green. My mother gave me some of homemade red chile sauce and I'm making green ones with the left over tomatoes and green chile. BTW, here's a pic of my menudo, or as my friend, Tristan, calls it, stomach stew!! Was the best menudo I've ever made! Peace out.