Jacqui (jacqui) wrote,
Jacqui
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These are for my friend ana-wee who likes dandelions as much as I do : )



Hello My Journal Darlings,

I'm at Scotti's. I have five bucks riding on my getting to bed before four so I have to hurry, heh. Today was Scott's final photo shoot for his CD/album cover, etc., and it went so well -- so much better than I'd expected. He's been through so much, trying to find the right designer/photographer, and I'm so happy for him that he's found such a great guy. He's super talented, was personable and easy to work with, and he brought along his darling, true-hearted, and also very talented girlfriend. They were both as sweet as they could be, we were all on the same page, visually, and everything just clicked. I'm so happy. I'll give you links to their web sites and put up a couple of pictures later. Right now I've got this bet going with Scott and it's taken me so long just to edit the pictures I took today before we even got to Scott's shoot.


Some cute ducks who waddled up looking for snacks when we were taking Scott's pictures at the Balboa lake area. It's so pretty there.

Yesterday I got a call from Martha, Mom's nurse who works for her on Sundays, saying that she wanted me to come over to look at something. This is the something she wanted me to look at.



She couldn't find the tea-pot and called good ol' Rosa to ask her what had happened to it. Rosa said something like, "Oh, uh, I, uh, was trying to clean it -- you know that pot was so old and dirty -- and I just couldn't get the stains out, so I threw it in the trash." When Martha said, "Oh don't worry Rosa, I'll go look for it, maybe I can clean it," Rosa said, "Oh, no, no, no, don't do that! Just use another pot, that old tea-pot's no good no more." So Martha, knowing what Rosa's like, decided to see what was really up with the tea-pot, and this is what she found -- a pot that had been left on the stove for so long that the handle liquefied and bubbled down to carbon on the side of the kettle. Since nothing Rosa does bothers my Mom and will force her to let her go all I can do is document these things by taking pictures and telling stories. I honestly cannot do any more than this at this point.



Thanks for all of your comments and support re. Beau and the weed issue. This was behind a friend's cut, in case you don't know what the heck I'm talking about. BTW if you've added me to your friend's list and I haven't added you back yet, please let me know, again, and I'll add you back. It's hard for me to keep up with this and I really hope no one will ever take this kind of thing personally. But getting back to the whole Beau thing; I'm not against pot-smoking, in fact I'm all for the legalization of it. Believe me I know the whole sordid history of how it became illegal in the first place, I know how wonderful it can be for people in pain, I think it was given to us by God and like any mind altering substance is great when used in moderation. I know that hemp is a good thing -- I think the Mayflower flew hemp sails. When it comes to the benefits of weed you're preaching to the choir, (I'd grow it in my own back yard as a great big Fuck You to the DEA and the dark powers that be if I didn't think it'd put our entire family at risk), but I've also seen the downside of what can happen when you overuse and abuse it. I've seen what it can do to wildly talented and super sensitive people. I've seen how it can sap the life out of a person and become an overused crutch that halts growth, stunts ambition, and impairs memory.

Most importantly I just don't think it's a good idea for a fourteen-year-old who is still afraid to sleep in the dark, whose body and mind have not finished growing, to be smoking pot. I mean he has enough challenges as it is without having to throw this in to the mix. Let's at least wait until he's in high school, puhlease.



Some of you asked what tagging is. Well, it just so happens Scott has had a rash of it behind his house so I snapped this for you. Tagging is basically when you spray your name in a kind of gang graffiti code anywhere you feel like, kind of like peeing on your territory with paint. Then there's this whole turf war deal that happens when someone from a rival gang comes along, crosses out your name, and adds their own.

Someone else mentioned how amazingly good some graffiti can be. Yeah, I know, I've seen some unbelievably cool art done with spray cans, and coincidentally, Beau's friend S. is a really talented artist, so I definitely encourage him to channel this in more positive ways. In fact I just let the kids go wild spraying a big tarp in our back yard. And that's another something I have to take a picture of to share with you...


These are some weeds that were growing in Scott's alley. They looked pretty to me for some reason, like wheat.

Hunh, I just saw an ad for the season finale of Chasing Farrah -- I had actually wanted to see this, but I couldn't find it. Maybe we don't get TV Land at my house.

Damnit, it's really looking like I am going to be handing Scott a five-dollar bill tomorrow. Maybe I should just put it under his pillow, like the tooth faerie.

Oh Shit, Scott just woke up and came in. I said, "I have twenty-nine minutes to go," and he just kissed me on the head knowingly and then sung, "Funny girl, funny girl, you are so busted." LOL

We got our new kitten today -- the flame point Ragdoll -- only it didn't turn out to be one kitten, it's actually two. Not only am I mad at myself for getting a kitty from a store -- when there are so many cats waiting to die in shelters -- (Fucking "shelters" and the people who drop off their pets there), but I'm super pissed at the idjit who bred these poor little kittens and ripped them away from their mother so young. They should be nuzzling up against a warm furry mama-cat belly and getting all of the benefits of nursing for another three weeks at least.

These guys are so young, I mean they look like they only just opened their eyes, and they even need my help going to the bathroom. So here I am nursing kittens and paying for the privilege. But what was I gonna do, the woman who sold the kittens to the pet store was just some kind of middle person, and the manager of the store, (who was understandably pissed off at this woman who had brought these super tiny kittens in), couldn't get her to take them back to their mama cat. I couldn't separate them, I honestly don't think they'd survive without each other, so I took both of them. Pray for us?

They are soooooo cute, but they don't look like cats to me for some reason. They look like little white tennis balls with legs. I promise I'll take pictures and put them up soon, soon, soon. Tomorrow I'm taking them to my vet to see if I can vaccinate them, treat their little eyes, and see if I can do anything to boost their immune systems. I'll have to create an isolated area at my house where they won't come into contact with any of my cats until they're bigger because they look way too delicate to me and I don't want to risk their catching anything, or giving anything to any of our other darling feline pals.

Oh, and they're incredibly friendly and full of life -- as small as they are, they just want to be held and cuddled, and they purr the second you touch them. I so hope everything I've read about Ragdolls is true. I'm even starting to imagine that these two little white fluff-people are my beloved Mirau and his twin brother Skinny reincarnated, but that would just be too wonderful and amazing and it's not too likely to happen, but hey, a heartbroken cat-worshipping gal can always hope.

I finally got to go to this local Mexican restaurant for dinner tonight. This is the restaurant that Scott's been raving about, Las Fuentes, and it was everything he said and more. It reminds me of the kind of restaurants we have in downtown/east LA -- super authentic and colorful. I wish I could take all of you to dinner there : )

...and there goes my five-bucks ; )


This is a hibiscus on Scott's neighbor's tree. Remember the sweet, elederly, Armenian couple? They invited me for "kafee" today again, but I had to turn them down because we were losing the light : ( They are so cute.
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