Wednesday, April 18, 2007

it's really happening.

The truck is loaded to the gills.

The house is nearly empty--save for food, toothbrushes, our mattresses, and us (including our new baby snake Maizy).

We will clean up tomorrow, say good-bye to our friends, then leave bright and early on Friday the 20th. Sign papers at 2pm.

Applicance come on Saturday. Naomi visits on Tuesday. Regina Spektor at the Crystal Ballroom Tuesday night.


This is finally happening.

Yipppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, April 16, 2007

Dan Zanes and Friends


Woo-hoo! We had a rockin' time at the Dan Zanes Show at the Aladdin Theatre. Our first kids' concert in Portland--Mayan was adorable as a front-row fan, boogying down with the other kids. Isadore was a bit overwhelmed--it's the first time she's been to something like that. It is pretty weird to go from full sunlight outdoors then open a door and into a dark auditorium with lots of people moving around and loud musicians on stage.

Getting down front and center


Isadore had this look on her face the whole time


Awww....my little groupie with Mr. Zanes

Thursday, April 12, 2007

as the title states.....INK

One cover-up, five sessions, 13 hours...one sexy ass! Finally the piece is done. No more "L", just a curvy, wonderful, colorful cascade of sparrows and japanese flowers.

I've always thought that the traditional sparrows were very sexy and they seems to be the perfect mask for my first tattoo, which like most "first tattoos" felt ballsy and exciting but was poorly designed and badly placed. I also wanted to avoid the classic "long beach bumper sticker" lower back placement so it hit me to do a design that instead of coming together like the common lower back piece, cascaded down and followed my every curve. For flowers, I wanted something fun and light like my own personality, not too sophisicated and elegant--a book of japanese emblems and design had caught my interest a while back at the library so I dug that up and chose an array of sizes and styles. I proposed to Hawk that we tie together traditional americana with japanese using starbursts. The results were spectacular! I have always loved my waist being small and having wide "birthing hips" and this piece served to honor that shape and the hard work my body has done in raising these two darling babes.

Few things I learned about being in the chair: first, don't get too comfortable. The first time I sat was for the outline which after placement took 3 hours. True I was fine for the first two, since I was laying down. But when we took a break and I changed positions to sitting up, I went into shock--gave my adrenaline a chance to mellow out and for my body to realize what what going on. All I could do was put on my own head phones, squirt some rescue remedy and lay a blanket over me, but all-in-all I was ready to go back and get more! By the fourth visit though, I began to get too comfortable--I went with this attitude of "hey, getting ink is easy--I must be pretty darn tough." Well, with that mindset my body decided that I didn't need that natural painkiller to kick in--it was by far the most painful session and the last hour I had reverted to "labor breathing." Luckily, it put the fear in me for the last session and my body like I had hoped kicked in after about five minutes.

People ask "what does it feel like?" Well for one, it depends on where you get it. And the nerves from one centimeter of skin to the next can be very different--which I found to be so especially for the lower back which killed toward the "dimple" and toward the sides of my body on my roll or "muffin top." Another bad area, the "ass neck"--the sensitive skin between your butt cheek and leg...owwwwwww. That felt a bit like being burned on skin that has been sliced open. Yeah. Dude. Ow. But it always last for just a moment. Really once you start and your adrenaline gets pumping, the sensation just becomes annoying. It helps to shoot the shit with others in the room. And laughing. Afterwards, you are ravenously hungry--like you can eat twice what you normally would--and a pleasant giddy high envelops you for a little while. Then (after stuffing face) I get really sleepy, like burning allergy-eyeballs sleepy, and also I get really emotional. Honestly, it's a lot like smoking weed--without the paranoia!






The last two were taken obviously by myself while Blake laid tile in the bathroom before our three house showings tomorrow! After the last section heals I will take better photos of the whole piece.....

Sunday, April 8, 2007

something like easter

nothing better to symbolize spring than the egg. my attempt to dye eggs naturally had mixed results. the blueberry/beet eggs had a good color after soaking in the fridge for a few hours. but the spinach/onion skin eggs not so much--i used light green eggs and hoped for them to be greener or a yellow-green but they turned out brown! just like the normal brown eggs that i dyed purple. oh well, i'll know next time. westley, mayan, and isadore had 22 eggs to find. the only problem was that the eggs were such earthy tones that they were hard to find--even the adults were looking at the end even though we hid them! the final egg was hilarious--blake hid it in the rim of my mom's car. we stood there near it, staring at it, saying "warmer, warm--cold! okay, warmer.." they were SO close but just kept passing it by--we all had a good laugh (with them not at them!) but finally MG spotted it. all in all, good times.


yay, Lukie!

the final egg hiding in the wheel

so close!

check out that ponytail in motion!

my beauties

dressing up on saturday morning--the alien cyclist explorer and the shanghai cowgirl:



butter, milk, meat

i love all of these things. i've been wanting to make an incredible roast since we bought all of that superb beef from Fresh Start Farms and before the weather gets warm. i read in Nourishing Traditions that the German secret to a tender tasteful roast is to soak it in buttermilk for a few days. i wanted to use raw buttermilk so even though i can get raw butter from Billie i needed to make it myself to get the milk. it was so EASY! i put out 1 quart of cream for 8 hours to sour, then put it through the food processor until it turned to butter--at first i was worried it wouldn't happen, it just looked like whipped cream.......i got my face really close to the cuisenart and suddenly it happened--everything inside turned yellow and hard. i turned it over a strainer and squeezed out all of the milk. the roast is marinating in the milk now, and i will post on the results in a few days!


Sunday, April 1, 2007

The Sad Departure

Our visit with P & K ended on a very sad note--Kamla's father in India passed away early in the morning. He'd been in the hospital the last few days during her visit with us, but as her family is a half a world away, she kept in contact with her siblings, hoping that he would hold on until their return in May. Being as they spend half their time in the US and the other half in India and their US period was ending, she had not seen him in months and I sensed she was yearning greatly for returning home. I hugged her deeply today, she felt like air in my arms, a warm puff of air already mentally transcending home in her grief. Daddi Ji, as they called him, was 89, and had said to them not long ago that he was preparing to "take the leap." Kamla and her father were extremely close; Payson told me this morning they had the deepest father-daughter connection he'd ever seen-- loving, affectionate, respectful. Her father had been asking her to come home for the last few weeks, but they were so close to returning, her siblings assured her it wasn't neccessary, plus with her asthma there was no way she could make the flight twice, and she has a book that is being released in just a few weeks. My heart hurts to think of the emotional beating she may put herself through for making the decision not to go. All of I could think of to say to her as we parted was "You were only far apart in miles, nothing else."



Their home in the Kullu Valley--named FlowingWaters


Payson and Kamla near FW with their dog Tiger


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Thank you both for your energy, kindness, gentle nature, laughter, perspective, and mentoring. Until next time, Namaste....
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