"Your Brain Smells Funny" - Quote of the Day

My Mother and Doppleganger both messaged me around the exact same time asking me how my day was going.

I ended up copy and pasting the exact same answer:

"Day so far: Schoolwork. Teach. Return backdrop. Pull over for a Skype session at Panera.  No money to get lunch. Return costume. Find a severed limb. Pack up zombie makeup and food props. Go pick up public art omaha stuff for Wednesday's Art Walk. Get gas. Email all of Big Funny Kid's teachers. Research WWII resistance movement. Answer 4 inquiry questions for class that I am missing tomorrow. Make holocaust flashcards online. Go to school and apply zombie makeup. Try not to punch someone in the wiener."

My Mother's Response:  Why are you researching the WWII resistance movement?
D-Gang's Response:  Why are you putting on zombie makeup?

Notice that NEITHER of them asked about finding a severed limb?????

Psssht.

So My Mother says "How can I help?"  God bless her.  This crap is a little out of her realm.  And D-Gang promises to meet with me to pass along some WWII resistance worksheets.

She walked in while we were just about to shoot.  "Oh - OK..... Hi.  Here are some worksheets.  Is that kid supposed to be a woman?  Want a dress?"

I said "Yeah - a dress would be good.  And YOU - hold still or you are going to get fake blood in your eye."

I finished the quickie makeup job and she returned with a dress.  "Here you go.  Ewww.....what stinks in here?"

"My brain", I said.  I pointed at some congealed spanish rice that I froze in my car with an ice pack.

"That really looks like a brain!" she marveled.  She took a closer look "Oooh!  A brain with maggots!"

I beamed.

"OK - gotta go.  Have fun guys!" 

"Thanks for the dress" I hollered.

"No problem!  Left the WWII worksheets there.....

....(pause)  

Dang.   your brain smells funny!"

Quote of the day.

Picture of the day:

The dress didn't fit.

I taped it on him.

He holds the severed limb and wonders why my brain smells funny.

Mother's Day - In Our Own Way

Sunday, May 14, 2012

So today is Mother's Day and I have made it quite clear that it simply isn't FAIR to make a mother to wake up, get everyone dressed and shiny and go to some nasty buffet disguised as a "brunch" wherein they charge extra because there is an ice sculpture with REALLY SUSPICIOUS looking shrimp underneath it.

So for....I dunno....the first time ever we did NOT do that today!  Yay!  My Mother and My Favorite Sister decided to cook.  God bless them but I made no indication that I would haul myself over there for that.

But I did.

A little late.
But I had cards and flowers.




SPEAKING of flowers - I got flowers from 2 of Big Funny Kid's friends.  That was very nice of them!

Big Funny Kid took me to dinner at my favorite Mediterranean hole in the wall.  We sat on comfy pillows and talked about dreams.  The conversation got a bit deep.  Tell you what, that kid is one insightful individual.  How did he get so.....wise?


And then we went to see "Dark Shadows".

It was pretty good.  More "cheeky" then "funny".  Art Direction, Makeup and Costumes were AMAZING!  BFK knows I like that kind of stuff which is probably why he didn't offer to take me to "The Avengers" which I am sure is good but I could just STARE (mouth agape) at a Tim Burton production forever.  

Our favorite line:  "Indeed.  Blood actually *is* thicker than Water."


Yep.

No Brunch, Kubideh Kabob and Johnny Depp.  Best. Mother's Day. Ever.

It's a Wrap

Saturday, May 12th, 2012

Done:  (verb)  Past participle of Do.  Synonyms:  Completed, Concluded, Ended, Finished.


I was back at Awesome School at 8:00 am to tear down the Big Project.

Away with the ribbons and signs.

The elephant and tiger are back in their cages

(the recycle bin stays)

The hallway of fun house mirrors is no more.

Away go the twinkle lights and the clowns

The stage is now empty.

(actually the stage isn't even there)

 

And the tightrope walker,

with faith in the nets below,

steps away

from the Circus.

Tent Goes Up....Tent Goes Down

 Yes.  It lights up AND rotates 

And no one died. 

I know that the point of the Big Event is to raise funds for Awesome School.  

I know they did that.

3 hours before the Big Event, I was on a death-defying tightrope walk with D-Gang.

Whew.

No one died.

In Circus Terms I think D-Gang might be the person

Who encourages

Others

To be shot out of a cannon.

Fortunately I am the Person who says

"Cannon???  SWEET!!!!"

Thus we are Doppelgangers.

In Psychological terms, D-Gang comes up with crap that occupies my mind 

While I freely walk the path that I am meant to walk.

 

sigh 

6 hours from now I will tear it all down.  

I will be cheery to the cheery people.  I will ignore haters.

I will relish in the fact that the carousel did not take anyone out.

I will come back to my home and grade papers.

And write  papers.

Tent goes up.

Tent comes down.

Life in the circus......well......you know the rest.

Never Tell Me The Odds!

I don't gamble.

Ok - *ONE* time in college I bought a lottery ticket.  I won $50.  I hosted a party and made tie-dyed t-sihrts for all the guests.  WHILE being in a play AND keeping my grades up.

sigh

OK - what is my point?

My point is:  I don't gamble.

I don't HOPE that something pans out.  I make it happen and NO I am not being egotistical.  I am actually being Theatrical.

Cuz in Theatre, things amend, shape-shift, or are otherwise created on the fly. 


Does the "Show Go On"?

Why yes.  

Yes it does.

It goes on quite nicely.  

Please give 3 minutes to watch this video from my Favorite Psyche Ringleader.......Miz Ani DiFranco

(for you ADDH peeps fast forward to  .44)

P.S.  I am considering dread locks.  Not sure how that is gonna work out for a ginger like me. 


But NEVER tell me the odds......

Sometimes Life Takes You By The Hand

Sometimes Life lays a soft paw on your downy head.  And doesn't kill you.

Conversely, sometime Life makes you realize not to claw the crap out of the soft stuff that surrounds you.

Sometimes you realize that you are part of a Community that is kinda Awesome.

I was painting when Big Funny Kid went to bed last night.  I was painting when he got up in the morning.  My body was aching and today was a BUSY day.

I got to Awesome School and started stumbling to the door with the latest load of stuff that I made for Big Project.  And then I saw THEM.

My darlingest friends.  Mommy and Stinky Feet.  I *knew* they were coming in for the Big Event but had no idea that they would be here for the grunt work.  All of a sudden the grunt work became more pleasant.

Meanwhile, D-Gang kept appearing like Houdini.  Or she sent me a kid to help.  Or she sent me encouraging words.  Suddenly things were coming together.  Grunt work got more Artistic.

I had to bail for a bit to teach.  Half the kids are spot on, 1/4 are close. 1/4 are not.  This is frustrating but that is part of the gig.  I genuinely like them all.  Even the person who works the least academically.  And the Shy Kid TOTALLY  opens up to me.  And The Flirt actually is Salient and Smart.  And the Smart Kid is Creative.  And the Persnickety Kid is exploring this unit outside of class.

One of them told me I had paint on my face.  I pretended I didn't know that.  Kids don't need to hear your personal crap.  They want to connect Life to Their Life.

I get that.

Rushed back to Big Project and there is D-Gang on a ladder again.  God bless her.


Had to run off to Public Art Commission meeting.   FULL agenda.  FULL.  Like seriously - standing room only.  Great stuff is on the horizon AND I think the Mayor is gonna give us placards.  So be prepared to call me Commissioner Omgrrrl if you stand before me in officious Art stuff.(Still waiting for my badge, a microphone and a Batphone).


I granted myself permission to have a quick dinner with "The Olde Gang".  Mommy pointed out that I had a scar on my head.  Pig Killer made us laugh.  Just A Regular Girl let loose.  El Presidente conducted entrees.  Stinky Feet and I shared a steak.

Oh and we laughed.  A crap-Ton.  And a half.  We are all soooooo different.  And we mesh like a symphony. 

I needed a day like this.

Big Funny Kid sent me a link today.  He said "When you get 10 minutes to chill, you will like this."



 He gets me.


I get him.

We like this music.   If you have 10 minutes you may like it too.

These songs are important to us. 

Fact or Fiction? A Quiz

Who was it that said that the Truth is Stranger than Fiction?  

Prolly Mark Twain.  

He says a lot of stuff.

So.....let's play a game of Fact or Fiction.  Ready?  Get your pencils out.  I am almost a teacher now and there may be a pop quiz!



1.  Fact or Fiction:  I have paint in my hair, glitter in my nose and went to Lowes twice today?

A:  Fact.  Of course you knew that.  (We teachery types always lead in with easy questions just to make you feel safe.)



2.  Fact or Fiction:  What is the best way to mark your tools - Your Name or Hello Kitty duct tape?

A.  Again - Duh.....you people know me by now.  (We teachery types go to the next level for the kids who mostly pay attention.)  In the case of this blog, I OBVIOUSLY have Hello Kitty duct tape and a penchant for tools.

3.  Fact or Fiction:  I killed a man today.

A.  Ah HAH!  OK...this is a tricky one because the REAL answer is "Not yet."  (We teachery types like to lead a Critical Thinking exercise to the point where ANYTHING is actually possible.)



4.  Fact or Fiction:  I have glitter on my face, paint in my hair, a sore back and a broken nail.

A.  Duh.  (Teachery types always try to circle a discussion back to the salient point....)



5.  Fact of Fiction:  My Mother made a delicious meal.

A.  Both.  I hear that she did.  She definitely put forth a ton of effort.  I helped her with the meat thermometer and read the fine print.  My teeth were not up for the challenge but everyone else said the food was good. (Teachery types call this differentiation).



6.   Fact or Fiction:  Big Project is preventing me from my progress in Grad School.

A.  Fiction.  I got this.   But DAMN am I burning the candles at both ends!

And your Final question:  Who is stronger?  

A Strongman, Kurt Corbian or Mexico?

Go ahead.... think about it....

(Teachery person has her own answer but will accept ALL answers if they are supported and substantiated.)



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