July 21st, 2004

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This is a necklace I won on eBay, yeay! I thought it would go for so much more and I wouldn't wind up getting it but I was happily surprised when I did, yeay. They had these, or necklaces that were similar to this one, but not as nice, at Bergdorfs in New York but they were mind blowing expensive. So many people bid on this. I don't get how people don't know they should use snipe programs to bid and are just forcing the price up and tipping people off by bidding early. I want to tell everyone, write to them and give them bidding tips, but then they'll just be better at beating me out on stuff, so I have to reign in my friendliness factor.

I am soooo tired. I stayed up really late last night. I went to Mom's for dinner, (Oh man one of the cats just farted, yuck, Buki or Jake I think, or it might have been Lucilla, she has a kind of sly satisfied look on her face), and we wound up watching Love Actually because I just couldn't get her DVD player working properly with her old TV, and I needed to find something sweet and wholesome for her to watch. Of course I would have to go and forget that there was a whole storyline between two porn star stand ins. Mom's friend Pat didn't exactly dig that and cut out early. Oh well, I tried.

I didn't get your helpful Radio Shack advice until too late but thank you so much for thinking of us. We're going to get her a new TV anyway. I went to Best Buys tonight to get one for her but I was so sleep deprived that the sheer volume of TV choices overwhelmed me, (HDTV, flat, plasma, the size, the brand, the price), so I just decided to come back when I was a little less tired and better able to focus. I was able to focus on the cute French Bulldog named Meatball, (Adam Sandler had a dog named Meatball), who was sitting out front though. I love petting dogs.

Anyway last night was a bit on the stressful side because Rosa, Mom's housekeeper who you may remember I have had some troubles with and don't exactly trust, (I think she's a bit conniving and ruthless), has been pressuring me to help her ask Mom to loan her eight thousand whopping dollars to pay the Coyotes who are bringing her daughters across the border. Rosa went home to Guatemala recently for a little two week vacation and two days before she was due to leave, her oldest daughter, who is eighteen, told her that she was pregnant. Well, as could be predicted with Rosa, she had a complete fit, screamed, cried, fainted, and then she forced the guy who got her daughter pregnant to marry her. Then she got her eighteen year old daughter, her fifteen year old daughter, and the guy and dragged them all here knowing it would be better for her grandchild to be born here. Mom is furious, but finally agreed to loan Rosa the money.

It was really awful. I don't really like Rosa, she's screwed me over so many times, but at the same time, I am super sympathetic to the plight of these women and men who come here to make money. I know that in a Latin Catholic family abortion or adoption are just not options so what could she do? So I'm glad my Mom agreed to help her out. I don't know what would have happened otherwise, these Coyotes are dangerous and ruthless. The stories I could tell you, oh man, they'd break your heart.

Afterwards I was driving home and I passed The Bel Air Hotel and saw some people coming out and thought, "Hey, I'm dressed up, I don't have anything to do, why don't I go in and have a cup of tea and some cookies or something." So I did and I had a great time.

I love the Bel Air hotel. It's so pretty and elegant with the gardens and the pond with the swans. I've been going there since I was pretty little since we've lived up the street since I was nine. I used to walk down there with my friend Lorraine because we had so much time on our hands and nothing to do. We'd hike around in the gardens and spy on the weddings. It was just something to do.

Last night I went to the lounge which is next to the bar. There was a man playing a baby grand piano, old songs from the thirties and Gershwin and Cole Porter. He was so good. It was just a lot of fun to be there. But when I got home I was so wired from the tea that it took me hours to get to sleep and then I was run down and tired all day today because of it. I have to go to sleep ASAP because we have painters coming at 8:30 to paint the picket fence, the front gate and the kitchen. We've moved the cats to my room and the back house and I don't know what we'll do on Thursday when they start painting my room and my bathroom. Oh well.

I finally managed to drop off the guitars at McCabes. One of the members of the band Alabama called to talk to the luthier who was helping me while I was there. There are always famous musicians milling about. There were some guys from a band that sadly I don't know, there, who were talking about Nika Costa. It still blows my mind that the cute little baby doll girl that I knew has morphed into this hot, groovy rock star chick. Life is weird that way. Anyway they were saying that they thought she was Frank Sinatra's daughter. I just couldn't just let that one go by. I had to straighten them out. She's Don Costa's daughter. Don Costa was an amazing producer who arranged music for Sinatra, Kenny Rankin and Quincy Jones to name just a few. He was very well loved and mourned when he died. I used to know Nika when she was a little girl. I had her little CD she recorded that sold super well in Europe, it was so sweet. I'd like to find another copy of that somehow. Her older brother Tano was my ex husband's best friend.

I love McCabes -- there's a vibe there that is just so mellow and music positive. I never ever go there where I don't hear someone playing something beautiful on a guitar. I go into a kind of trance where like a black bird who gets distracted by shiny things, I get distracted by the music and just kind of freeze and lose track of time. I dream of being able to play guitar like some of these people. How could you not be happy if you could create music like that?

Afterwards I went to Helen's Cycles and discovered that there's no way I can salvage my old bike. It would cost just as much to get a new one as it would to fix my old one up, it's that thrashed, so I bought a new one.

I'm sorry I haven't been able to get back to any of my pals here who have posted over the last couple of weeks, I have been so swamped. I'll try to find some time tomorrow. I've got painters, a carpenter, and a curtain gal coming. It's amazing how much change you can get going in your life once you make up your mind and simply put things in motion.

I still have mountains of things to do...

Do you guys know if when I add people to my friend's list if it will unlock previous entries or if they will only be able to see Friend's Entries from here on out?

Love you guys,
Wacqui
XOXOXO
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Hello My Darlings,

I'm at my favorite Boba House waiting for my milk tea boba. They kindly provide a computer for customers who buy drinks, yeay. Next I'm going to the plant store to get plants to spruce up our very deadish looking garden. We've got some kind of bug that's been chowing down on our roses. That won't look too wonderful in photos. So I've got to buy some flowering plants to sneak in here and there. After that it's off to fabric land to buy the fabric for the valances, seat cushions and maybe for a bedspread.

I had to get up early this morning to meet the painters who are furiously painting my kitchen and the picket fence and security gate out front. These guys are FAST. They make the last painter we had look very, very bad indeedy. Our last contractor told me that this last painter was the worst painter he'd ever worked with but she's my Mother's secretary's daughter and she's cute and gay so it made it kind of hard for me to let her go. I wanted to be supportive and help Mom's secretary by tossing work to her daughter, plus I like supporting women and then there was the whole young, pierced, tatooed, lesbian, rebel gal angle. It's hard to fire someone when they're someone you'd like to be pals with. Oh let's face it, it's hard for me to fire anyone, I'm too damned empathic.

I also met with an interior designer gal this morning who is going to take my fun and funky forties tablecloths, and my terrific linen Craftsman pieces and turn them into little cafe curtains and valances. everyone starts early and no one really gets a fibromyalgic, messed up bladder, Internet and TV addict woman like me's messed up sleep schedule. Somehow I don't think that last sentence would pass the grade in a writing class, heh.

I'm still feeling the burn from the whole stupid drama thing that happened in my journal before we left for New York. Oh that reminds me, I finally broke down, admitted that I really do live in Los Angeles, and sadly turned my watch back to Pacific Coast Time, very sad that. There was a kind person who went over to Lisa_L's journal and got into it with her anonymously. They said that they were opposed to anyone posting something in another person's journal that would cause that person to essentially censor their writing and staunch the flow of ideas. I appreciated reading that, but I also got to read little jewels of judgment about my treatment of my son and my mom and how much money flows through my house and what a loser I am, bla bla bla, and it kind of sticks in my metaphoric teeth as I write. I'm thin skinned enough, like many artists, to hear this little voice that says, "Ooooh be careful, "they" might not like what you're writing, "they" might be judging you for this." Argh, it makes me want to scream, or get some good biofeedback, join a good Bikram yoga class and sweat out the neurosis, yup.

Beau and I went for another late night bike ride last night, which was so much fun, but because I must give off some kind of, "hey bugs come and get your sugar fix here" scent signal, (I mean it, I always get hit so much worse than anyone else I know, and I'm allergic so I get these huge swollen itchy bumps), the mosquitoes got me. It's so hard to keep myself from scratching, but if I so much as touch these little bites they turn into great big bites the size of silver dollars. Oh well, everyone's got something they're allergic too.

Okay must go before the gardeners slam that gate shut, they close promptly at 4:30. Wish me luck, there must be something pretty and flowering in season now. Oh wait, guess what, I'm such a sucker, turns out some of the fabrics I'd been buying on line and at swap meets were misrepresented as vintage when they aren't vintage at all. Man. I could have bought them at F&S Fabrics and saved myself a little money.

I wish I felt comfortable posting things publicly but I don't just yet. I added a bunch of people last night, pretty much anyone who had friended me, unless their names were scary and warranted some further scrutiny, I don't exactly feel comfortable adding people with names like, IllFUOVER, (I just made that up, don't go look it up, I can't remember the ones I read last night but there were a couple that were similarly sketchy), just yet.

I'm going to try to catch up with you guys, read some of your journals and respond to your loving, kind, and super supportive posts that I am always so grateful for, tonight, right after I practice guitar. Promise.

Hugs,
Jac
XOXOXOXO

PS: I love my Scott and I love you too!