sweet sonja

The other evening I accompanied a friend of mine to a very classy meal. Ok, so maybe it wasn’t all that classy, maybe it was just inside a mediocre sports bar… but there was definitely interesting entertainment. And oddly enough it had nothing to do with sports or games or drunks. The aforementioned entertainment came in the form of a five foot three brunette waitress. Our waitress- sweet, sweet Sonja.

Sonja was definitely not like her coworkers, who were the typical blonde flirting type, I was actually pleasantly surprised to see her thick glasses, lip ring, and gothic skulls rings. Right away she complimented me on my peacock feather headband & let me know that when I got bored of my friend, that I could walk away to use the computer game machine located at the bar. Her assumption that my guest wouldn’t be keeping me entertained made me laugh. Alas, no photo hunt- I stayed in the booth & eventually our food was brought to us by this nice gentleman & I hadn’t even noticed that Sonja hadn’t been by for a while until she showed up with blood dripping down her arms letting us know THIS was why she didn’t bring our food out herself…. Uh yeahhhhhhh thanks! Apparently the poor girl managed to drop another tables beer glasses all over her and cut herself up. Obviously we didn’t mind at all…. Nothing says tasty like bloody wings. Yum! I guess Sonja was pretty stoked at how well we accepted her apology because that’s when we crossed the line from customers to confidants. First she returns to cry to us about how her other customers cussed her out, another table left her $1 on $50, she spent her morning with six year olds and now her manager is forcing her to go to the hospital due to the excessive bleeding and glass inside of her. All after only making $4 dollars in tips.

I was feeling pretty awful for Sonja, but homegirl just didn’t know when to shut up. She cashed us out, apologized for bleeding everywhere & reassured us that she had no diseases & how was she so sure of this?? Oh well, that’s because she just got checked AGAIN last week. Good to know. She went on to tell us that she was on the verge of punching one of her customers in the face, I could tell she was serious by the fist clench she was showing off. Then she asked me to return the following evening to see her, letting me know she was hopeful to receive xanax for her injury & would definitely be in a good mood. Bahahaha!! She wanders away aimlessly only to return moments later to COUNT HER TIP IN FRONT OF US & sit with us in the booth, because after all, we’re her new best friends. Now I know why she averages $4 tips. Hey, here’s a tip from a previous waitress & consumer----- you don’t count your tip in front of your table, you don’t tell your table you’ve just been tested for STD’s, you don’t arrive at your table bleeding, & you definitely don’t join them after you’ve already been urged to go to the hospital.

fifth grade love affair

this just in, my brain has a new obsession...
oh hi there, ROLLER SKATES.
(could it be, could i become roller girl?)

:] i tried this beautiful pair on about a week ago, the first time my tootsies have been in roller skates in probably ten years & i fell in love. striking white skates with bright blue wheels! eeee!! i cant stop thinking about how desperately my feet are craving those damn skates. i'm having flashbacks to the skating parties of my youth & i'm becoming filled with the fondest, happiest feelings.

smooth terrain for me to travel atop eight wheels is in my future.... this i know for certain.

ferocious forces of nature

There were tornado warnings today & the inattentive version of me at work began imagining & almost wishing a twister would come ripping down US 17 as i stared out my rain splattered window. It's probably a good thing i don't have magical supernatural powers... or at least ones that can be so earth shatteringly destructive. seriously. on that note, my heart goes out to the people of Haiti. I saw on the news that they are still finding people under rubble alive, after nine days- amazing! I was blown away at this story of a woman who texted her way to safety from beneath the rubble, she sent messages via her mobile to her family in canada... i dont know what is more unbelievable... the fact that she could text after being under rubble for nine days, or that her cell phone wasn't dead. Pat Robertson trumps all of it by claiming the Haitians deserved this suffering because they made a pact with the devil.... ahhh what is with these evangelical Christians & their ridiculous rationale?? Color me stunned.

breezy baby

watching the tattoo gun at the shop press on for three hours consistently into someone's skin really makes me consider getting the tattoo i have had in my mind for over three years. i suppose this may be the year i take the plunge. i told myself that if i thought of something i really wanted, and two years later i still loved it then that was good enough for me. yet, here i sit still ink-less. i just have this strange sense of worry that it wont look the way i imagine it, wont be as beautiful as i hope & i would hate to stare at my naked self in the mirror and have a sense of regret. life is not made for regrets. i believe that with every ounce of me. the artist randy was mad talented, & his friend across the way- i was so taken with his artistic abilities---- the canvas' he had displayed around his station were amazing. i couldn't take my eyes off of them. it made me want to start a new painting.

i went to Cassadaga, FL (an amazing spiritualist camp) in November for the first time and met with my very first psychic. the first thing she asked me was if i was aware that i was psychic.... which guilty as charged... ive often wondered if i could be. i do think i sense things before they occur, & have had so many random dreams that unfold before my eyes in reality. i had numerous dreams about Jonah, a childhood friend that i hadnt seen or heard from in thirteen years.... then all of a sudden he reenters my life & we have this awesome connection. just one example. she said she could feel it in my energy. she then told me she knew i was an artist and that my hands cant lie, for i have beautiful artist hands. wowwww. its weird that a woman sitting in front of me that i had known for less than a minute told me something that i felt was such a huge compliment. it was strangely very inspiring, she made me want to put forth more effort into art, draw more, paint more & create more. it was amazing all the things Anne-Marie shared with me, she told me i was going to write a book, spend a great deal of my life in Europe, have twins.... i mean incredible things. she has also told me i was iron deficient (something i have been clinically diagnosed with in the past) & talked to me about drugs, personal relationships, depression..... i got so much more of that fifteen minute session than i ever could have imagined. it has definitely left my mind wandering.

i absolutely cannot wait to take Button, my sweet weenie girl out on Bluella- my beautiful 1974 Schwinn Suburban bicycle, i ordered a handmade wicker basket with steel supports (that will be arriving this week!!) for her to ride in! she loves riding in my convertible so im crossing my fingers that she enjoys Bluella rides just as much.

meet bluella

Say hello to the most beautiful vintage bicycle ever! She rides like a dream & i love her!! She's from the seventies but with new brake lines, an original license sticker, & a tough steel frame. She's fabulous, & i've named her Bluella.

I seriously haven't had a bicycle since seventh grade when my brother got mine confiscated by the police. No, i'm not even joking. What a tough eighth grader he was, sneaking out at night, breaking curfew to drink screwdrivers at Forrest Park & unsuccessfully evading Clay County police who have nothing better to do than take some punk kid's bikes. how devastating that was...

Anyway, Color me so absolutely shocked when i opened the garage to find Bluella parked with a big bow wrapped on her handle bars waiting for me. ♥ can't wait to put a big wicker basket on her & a snazzy bell. completely necessary.

your girl is goin for a ride. XO

branching out

such great hopes for the new year. twenty-ten !! here's to it being absolutely glorious- after all, we may all be turned into tiny dust particles come twenty-twelve. scary? i just hope if that's the case, my dust particles gleam. i plan to live every waking moment of the next two years so fully. lots of laughter, smiles, paintings, blogging, & bicycle riding. i've never been one to plan but perhaps an impending death of society will get me moving??? Maybe its just what the world needs- a good conspiracy theory to kick everyone in their anus & make them motivated, or at the very least appreciative of what they already have. A new decade- how exciting !! i must keep reminding myself of the endless possibilities!