Voices in My Head

Martha is back from NC and in a most shocking turn of events, Gen is actually happy that she is in her new space. Wow.

89 is Just Fine.

My head has things filed in a weird game of object association. For some reason whenever I see a Greek yogurt I am reminded of when I was a kid and we lived in Trenton, New Jersey, (a fact that I’m oh so very proud of).  A Greek family lived in a split-level home a few houses down from our ranch house. One of their kids was in my fourth grade class but I never really hung out with her. The only reason I knew she was Greek was because my dad told me.  Nothing more to the story than that.  Greek yogurt = Greek family in Jersey.

Whenever I see tulips, I am reminded of the mother of my best friend Pam when I was all of six years old. Pam’s mom hand painted one of Pam’s bedroom walls with hundreds of tulips. Sort of like this only with the colors of the rainbow.

Whenever I see tulips I think of Pam, her mom and her little brother who was always running around in a diaper. I remember what it was like to sit in her bedroom and hang out with her mom while she painted tulips and smoked Paul Mall cigarettes. She was the one who taught me all about stencils and that not all parents had to suck.  Everyone should have tulips in their lives.

There is a certain shade of olive that reminds me of an old army jacket I used to wear every day of my life when I was in tenth grade. Blue stone reminds me of a necklace my dad bought me. Weird stuff like that and if I’m in the right headspace the whole fucking day can turn into something equivalent to a bunch of memory gnats flying around my face.

Speaking of head games, Martha and I went to the mall and played the “Dress Up” game:

Out on a Day Pass.

And the “I want this” game.

I want this:

And this:

I want to Feel the Burn.

And Martha wants this:

'cause we need to document.

What I got was two pairs of underwear and some hair conditioner. The hard sad fact is that we need this:

Sexy

We have mold and every time we take a shower, a little piece of our house dies. Sooner than Martha wants to admit, we are going to have our old tub and tub walls gutted. I am sure a whole bunch of 2 x 4’s need replacing along with cement board and the whatnot. The photos should be pretty great. The project will take about three weeks (ish) and for about half of that time we will be sleeping upstairs in my studio on an air mattress. Awesome. Oh and we’ll be back to using the laundromat for the duration of the project.

But hey, when it’s done, we’ll have a new bathtub/shower area. Then I’ll just need to pull the rest of the wallpaper off and paint.

So Monday, July 13th is Jasmine’s is 25th birthday. That child is 25 years old. Can any of you believe it? As she gets older so do we and that makes it all the more strange. Things could always be worse but at this point she has a job and a cute as shit cat.

It's a good life.

Send her advise, well wishes or just generalized bitching here.  Happy Birthday Peanut!!!