California

For the most part the people of California have spoken; NO more Davis!

Congratulations to our new Governor for California: Arnold Schwarzenegger!

Sunday with Arnold - Sort of. . .

Today, I was at a rally to march and "Join Arnold" in supporting the Recall of Davis. I've been to one rally before and it wasn't nearly as big as the one for Arnold. Mom, who has been to several rallies in the past, said the same thing. The rally began at noon and Arnold didn't get there until 1:00. It was all exciting; lots of people milling about while a a band played and there were, children performing. Lots of signs bobbing and a ton of media runnin' around. Certainly, the motivation for change was everywhere.

Dee Snider of Twisted Sister was on hand to perform "We're not Going to Take it," the theme song for Arnold's campaign. It's a great song for his campaign; I was totally jazzed by it and so was everyone standing around me.

Of course, there were folks there protesting the rally, but really, nothing could take away from the motivation and excitement the crowd was feeling.

Afterwards, mom and I went to a late lunch and had some Chinese food. It was obvious where we had been since we didn't remove the rally paraphernalia from our clothes; stickers and pins. After the young girl took our order, she asked, while motioning to the pin on mom's shirt, "You like him?"

"Oh yes!" Mom says. "Are you gonna vote for him on Tuesday?"

The young waitress giggled, "I don't know," she said and then walked away.

"Mom," I say. "it's not polite to ask someone who they're going to vote for."

"Why not?" Mom replies. "If they don't want to tell me, it's no big deal. I'm just making conversation."

Anyway, after our late lunch, I dropped mom off and then drove home. After I drank a glass of water, I crashed on the couch for about 2 hours. I was dreaming I was running for my life from Bruce Willis while Richard Gere was running beside me yelling, "Hurry! We're almost there!"

That's what I get for falling asleep with the tv on; "The Jackal" was playing.

After dinner of leftover Chinese food, I watched a biography on Clint Eastwood, which I enjoyed. Being aired at the same time was The Actors Studio with James Lipton and the special guest was Clint Eastwood. So I was going back and forth between the two stations enjoying myself as I learned more about Clint Eastwood, a person that I've always liked and admired.

Until next time,
Hasta la vista, baby

It's About Time

Shoe finally made her appearance at Big Boned Gurls.

It's about freaking time, Miss Thang!

Memories...like the colors of my mind...

Cutting Hair
I don't cut hair well at all. When Mari was just 5 years old, I would trim her bangs and she'd turn out lookin' like Kathy, the youngest daughter, on "Father Knows Best." Mari's bangs would be extremely short and at a slant. Needless to say, I didn't get any Mother of the Year awards for that one. Come to think of it, I have made my step-brother cry after I cut his hair. I even got my ex-husband so pissed off after I cut his hair, he got drunk to forget that his hair looked like crap. Personally, I didn't see what the fuss was all about; the man wore a hair piece.

Piercing
About five years ago, when I went to get pierced, the piercing artist, Meg, spoke to me about the procedure and explained to me about the different gauges, etc., but I remember I was too busy being scared as I took in my surroundings. It all seemed sort of surreal with the bad-ass rock music playing in the background and the equipment glaringly sterile just like a damned hospital room only there were posters on the wall that featured freakish trolls and monsters salivating. So, there I was with my aunt (yes, I brought my aunt with me - heh). I laid down on the gurney and my aunt held my hand as we both waited for Meg as she began preparing to do the piercing (her back was to us). So much crap was going through my mind; she (Meg) looks awfully young, does she know what the hell she's doing? What happens if the needle is dirty? Blah, blah...So, when Meg turned around with clamp and needle in hand wearing lavendar latex gloves - I didn't know whether to giggle or cry. I know that lavendar latex gloves are the norm in some medical facilities now, but back then it was something I had never seen before. Those gloves, although funky looking, fit right in and seemed to say, "Hey you're going under the needle without any anesthetic!"

Those lavendar gloves will be forever etched in my mind.

Getting High for the First Time
Back in high school, after I got high for the first time, I'd look at my friend and she looked like Don Knotts, which was extremely funny since she was a model at the time, so obviously the weed was doin' a great job. AND, on that very same day, we were at her house still high when this guy came to the door holding a bible and a brown paper bag. I couldn't believe that Anne let him in (Anne, by the way, is my friend's mother, who was also high that day). Well, this guy talked a lot about religion and basically was freaking me out. Roxie (my friend) was grinning ear-to-ear lookin' as high as a kite AND Anne - well, I wanted to kick her ass - she was talking away with this guy about the interworkings of Taoism or some shit like that! Man, I was about ready to run screaming from the house because I was so scared; I was convinced he was gonna pull a weapon out of that brown paper bag and kill us. Instead, I went into the kitchen and got myself a glass of water because I was going to throw it at him if he decided to attack us (I know - but, remember not only was I high, it was my first time being high). Finally, after what seemed forever, the guy left.

Afterwards, I remember sitting in the livingroom feeling relieved and higher than hell when I heard my friend and her sister talking from their bedroom. Obviously, I was the hot topic since it was my first time ever getting loaded.

"Do you think she's high?" Kapra asked Roxie.

"Yes," replied Roxie.

"How high?" Kapra asked.

"Fuck, I don't know - high."

They were whispering but I swear it was like they were shouting (does pot fine tune your hearing?). Finally, I said in a loud voice. "I can hear you!"

Then they laughed.

"Bitches," I remember thinking.

Lost and Found
One time I searched high and low for my glasses only to discover I was wearing them.

Hide-and-Go-Seek
Back in the day (har, har, har), my mom dressed me and my sister up like twins, which by the way, we aren't. For those of you that are of the Baby Boom Generation, do you remember those polyester short outfits that were popular in the late 60's/early 70's; striped sleeveless tops with matching shorts? Well, mom would dress us in those outfits.

Anyhow, I remember it was summer and my brother, sister and I didn't want to play outside because it was way too hot, so we stayed in and played a game of hide-and-go-seek. Kim, my sister was "it." So there I was hiding behind the bathroom door and was ready to sneak back to home base when I stepped out from behind the door and gave a loud scream. There stood my sister.

Well, at least I thought it was her. It was just me scaring the shit out of myself when I looked in the mirror. Curse those outfits!

Bad Date (understatement)
I once had this friend who asked me to please go out with her brother; he was feeling down because his wife just dumped him, blah, blah. Well, I went out with him.

He picked me up in a pickup truck that resembled the one on the tv series, Sanford and Son (they were a father and son that ran a junkyard business).

Anyhow, it was in the middle of winter and this guy's truck had no heater and to make it worse, the window on the passenger side would not roll up all the way. So, I sat in that truck literally freezing my ass off. But, that's not all. He kept his dog tied up laying in the back of his truck (really!). I truly tried not to think negatively when I saw the truck, but after seeing his dog, I silently groaned with dismay.

As he was driving, he kept glancing over at me telling me that his jeans were new, would I like to feel them? (do chicken have lips?)

He took me to dinner and then asked me if I would like to meet his dad. Weird, I know, and I should have been really freaking out (I know - you're thinking, are you crazy?? Do you only freak out when you're high??).

So, he took me to his home (his dad lived with him). Anyhow, there was his dad laying on the couch with his blankets thrown off and he was wearing nothing but his underwear. I remember his dad groaning a lot. My date introduced us, but the dad just continued to groan.

"He's not well," my date whispered to me.

"I'll say," I thought to myself.

He resembled that evil preacher guy in The Poltergeist movie. It was about at this point that my freakage meter was starting to give me some action.

"Um, I have to get back home now," I told my date.

The night ended with me telling the guy I was still in love with my ex-boyfriend. I had to tell him that because he was already making plans for me to go and meet his daughter and he mentioned marriage.

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I bid you adieu for now. . .