well... i hate to let these little fellas make such an early debut...any of you who have been dabblin with my downloaded doo dads do know that i'm not big on havin my doo dads make the rounds for days before they are ready to go home with you and i will try to keep my promise not to fill up your mail box ever with all those ads a blinkin and a wavin their way to makin you insane...i figure if you want my doo dads you know where to get em and if you don't come an get em i don't want to have to talk you into it....but that's really beside the point....
...the reason i am havin to let the lil' guys out for a peek so early is...when i was designin like crazy, i numbered both part one and part two together....so many of you who got todays orphans and saw big holes in the numbers thought maybe i left a whole stack of em out. so to keep you from worrying and to keep me from writing to each of the worriers, i thought i'd let you know the reason the file numberin looks wacky.
so...that's the story! you will have the duo downloaded for designin - together with numbers flowin with no worryin - this time next week!
oh...and i was wonderin...everybody has said such nice things about the orphans this week but no one mentioned how cute my lil un-dog was sitting in her kate spade.....make sure you take a peek at her! she's very sensitive.
american orphans in july part two
orphan alpha
..and i also meant to tell you about these poor lil' patriot orphan alphas....i'll send the little fellas home with any doo dads you buy up until the friday after the fourth. i'll be sendin them to all of you who already bought doo dads this month too so don't worry - we got plenty and will be happy to send them some place else as they are up for just about anything you can imagine and they're wearin us out.
forgotten cherries
if your latest adoption didn't include these cute little cherries, please email cousin jo at the address below so she can send them to you.
delightfuldoodads@mac.com
thank you and sorry if some of you made it home without your cherries!
this week's all-american orphans...
...are runnin a bit late. they should be processed through the moland orphanage and ready for you to take home some time this afternoon. they've been ready for some time but i had a bit of a set back....i had to move my entire doo dad'n set-up to the other side of the doo dad den.
my lil un-dog tinkerbell insists on bein by my side at all times but now she also wants to sit in my new kate spade bag (got it for my birthday from mini mo). it's sort of a baskety thing and tinker thinks it's a little dog bin. so...the big shabby chair i got brought upstairs from the library - though pretty darn big - will not accomodate me, my un-dog and her kate spade dog den in a way that also allows for any designin' of doo dads. so i have had to arrange everything so that the three of us (me, tink and kate) can sit on the shabby couch surrounded by many macs.
anyway, seems during the move i didn't do a very good job with my networkin and let me tell you i have been workin all night to get things movin along.
and if that wasn't enough....wait til you hear what that tracy squirrel right above me , tink and kate is up to.....we are havin quite a time with unwanted guests...and i'm not referring to cousin jo!
anyway...i need to get back and finish page two of the site so it will be ready when you show up for the latest doo dads. i'll be back later today to tell you all about the damn squirrel and what's been keepin me away from bloggin....hope you enjoy the new orphans!
doo dads are headin your way...
okay....i know i have been away too long and it sure is nice to be missed so thanks to you who have written to inquire where i was and why i wasn't tendin to the bloggin. i wanted to write my big huge thank you blog for all the wonderful birthday greetings and gifts sent my way but if you don't mind i need to wait so i can do it justice. i am sooooo tired i can barely keep these two middle fingers goin to get a little bit of blog workin as it is.
i guess i should have hung on to my sick days a lil longer than i did. but then those doo dad orders started pourin in and all of a sudden it was time to celebrate the day of my birth. of course that day of celebratin never seems to last long enough for all the anticipation leadin up to it. and i don't know why it is that once you reach the age where instead of the boys flirtin' with you they call you maam everyone thinks you aren't needin just as big a deal made out of the day as you did when you were say three or nine. thank goodness for my doo dad friends and cousin jo! oh yeah - i was gonna wait on the birthday recountin....
anyway....cousin jo and i went round and round about how to get all the doo dads delivered to those who desired them. i thought i was goin to have to yank her hair - hard - like i did mini mo's but there was no way i was going to risk breakin a doo dad designin digit tryin to knock a strand or so loose from that aqua net helmet of hers...but i sure could see her hand movin ever so slowly out and upwards - like she thought if i was still enough for long enough she would loooove to get her thick acrylic nails diggin for a chunk of oh so expensive faux blonde (she herself swears by sun in and a hot dryer but she insists the bonnet style is the only way to go and she is probably right that they work best if you are STILL using those pink foam diddies from a hunderd years ago). while no hair pullin took place YET, she did leave for the trailer parked on the street in a big huff a few times and i had to send mini mo back down the front lawn to drag her back up.
one of the things that slowed me down - besides arguing with jo - was i decided to go through each and every file one more time to make sure all the flyin pixel dust was finally removed using my mega screen and brand new rhinestone encrusted blue cat eyes. i think the double and triple checkin took longer than when i did em the first time. i do think i can guarantee that you won't be findin any unwanted pixels left by an unknowin half blind doo dad designer goin forward - and if you happened to get some of those really old ones that somehow didn't get replaced over at the duo's doins, be sure to write me so we can figure out how to get you some of the cleaned up versions.
for those who are interested, all orders that jo had received before today are burned and the cds hurled into the postal system to arrive in mailboxes as far away as to deborah in australia and tomoko in japan and as near as miss hollie in encino. i tried to send along some lil extra doos and dads for makin you wait a bit longer so i hope that makes it easier for you to forgive me for bein a lil slower this time. just keep pokin back in the lil ol site and soon enough you may be able to do some shoppin and downloadin. i'm not sure i'll like that though and i know jo will hate it. i must say we have had the best time writin you all back and forth...it's the part i really hated when only selling doo dads through the duo that delivers designers downloads for dollars...i had no idea who the doo dads were delivered to! i wish you all didn't need that immediate downloadin gratification as now that jo and i fought our way to gettin a burnin system down, it's actually been fun.
before i go i also wanted to thank all of you for the nice notes you've left on the lil adoption form. i have sure enjoyed readin each and every one of them and if things slow down a bit i will try to write back to those of you who left a question or two. feel free to write me or jo too if you need somethin.
jo says she likes havin all these new internet friends and may just give up on the ones she has to actually look at. good thing since she's not too popular in the neighborhood right now and even mini's dad said if she leaves the trailer for long enough he might just have it towed but there's really no chance of that since even when she's not there gigi is.
seems gigi feels right at home in the trailer and prefers it over her big fancy house now that school's out. i asked her mom if maybe there might be some trailer park blood in her from sometime way back since gigi looks like she is in heaven in the trailer. gigi's daddy is a well known thespian from the world of television and gigi's mom said a trailer with a star on the door is the only sort anyone in her family ever spent any time in and right after that jo cut a big yellow one out of construction paper and taped it to her trailer's door for gigi.
i'll be back shortly to blog on about the birthday gratitudes. speakin of which, today's art is from this week's mojackson.com. sorry if you've already seen the photos but i just had to post them here too as they are so special to me. and as i wrote somewhere in the art, be sure to dig around your parents house for old negatives - they are so easy to scan in and maybe you will find images worth their weight in gold like these i accidently found on my birthday.
thanks for stoppin by and be sure to do so again soon!
new monday orphans
...i'll be back in a bit...i thought i better post the week's orphans since so many of you have written to ask me why i haven't!
birthdays and fiction...
"thanks... i went in library, then he came in, then we both left cuz all the computers were taken.... I said hi, he said hey, and he held the door open 4 me!!!"
what you have just read is the email i received from mini mo - sent from school - after i spent an entire morning, typing with my two middle fingers, a 6 page story she wrote in her pre-teen teeny tiny hand-writing that was flung at me on her way out the door to be driven to school by her father. i had no idea, when i woke her at 4:30 in the morning so that she could finish doin' the homework that didn't get finished the night before in the 5 hours she pretended to be workin' but was actually practicing lookin' in the mirror - which, from what i have heard, does not get graded in the seventh grade - that it would indeed be ME - mo - mother - who would actually be doin' the finishin' after she left for school in her hip huggin' finery.
after workin' feverishly to finish typing with my two middle fingers the story written in such teeny writing i could barely make out the pre-teen words of adventure conjured up for this attempt at fiction by the deadline that was yelled up at me while i stood on the balcony outside the doo dad den, blowin' ignored kisses to my only child as i have done for all of the 8 years we have parted for what seemed like way too many hours to be apart, the above email is what i got in return.
long ago, after meeting prince charming, falling in love, getting engaged, married, pregnant and babied in a matter of time that i think could all be listed within the same calendar year, i sought a bit of counseling for my weary self. it wasn't because i was troubled by any of the new titles i had been given along the way - girlfriend, lover, fiancee, wife, DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, mother, weight gainer, sleep needer - just thought i could use some fine tuning.
the therapist recommended to me by someone who must've disliked me intensely was a beverly hills oh so flawless drop dead gorgeous exquisitely put together condescending know-it-all that was happy to look down her perfectly plastic surgeoned nose at me for a mere 250.00 an hour. one of the few things i remember takin' away from her expensively interiorly decorated shabbily chic suite in one of the most la tee da addresses on canon, was that the time would come that i would reach over and pull mini mo's hair as hard as i could.
horrors upon horrors! how could this no hipped, perky breasted casually attired armani wearin' hussie suggest anything like this! me - mo - adoring mother to her own flesh and blood, child from her womb who she built herself, one day at a time, one baby ruth swallowed whole after another while driving aimlessly through the streets of L.A. in search of the best chili cheese dog, extra onions please, ever doing ANYTHING to cause harm to mini mo who would never be anything but the world's first ever perfect child in each and every way! how dare this diamond drippin' 110 pound weighin' impeccably manicured 250 dollar an houred creep posin' as a therapist say such a thing. i had no choice but to stop seeing this her.
it's now almost thirteen long years later - my how time flies. i have often thought of those cruel words that the offending therapist had the nerve to say to me so long ago. for some reason as i anxiously awaited mini mo's outpouring of thanks to arrive on my screen after i emailed the carefully typed by me who can't type story to my only child, i thought about this therapist and the words she spoke to me. how odd that they would pop into my mind -could just be this fever i've been havin'.
upon mini mo's arrival home from the expensive private school she attends, she does as she has always does - comes into the doo dad den and deposits her pink burberry backpack on the floor where it would stay for eternity if she weren't reminded it contains all the knowledge she needs to obtain to make her own way in the world - and begins to disperse all the tidbits that are of importance to no one but a self-involved almost thirteen year old girl. as we sit together on the shabby couch and i practice faces of interest at hearing the days events in such detail i do indeed feel i had actually been there myself, i remember that it is important to do whatever it takes to keep all lines of communication open with your child during these oh so precarious pre-teen years or else you, mother, will be responsible for any and all bad things that she, your child, does or could think of doing or sees being done altho, if this time of our lives continues much longer i fear i may have to have that warnin' tattooed on her forehead so that i am not tempted to forget it.
once she finishes telling me of the events of a day that sounds more like an 8 hour social gathering than anything resembling an expensive attempt at gaining an education, i realize that there indeed has been no mention of the story emailed to her by a two fingered typin' mother. feeling that she would certainly feel bad later when realizing that she had omitted from her days event the great appreciation she feels for this act of love on my part, i provide the opportunity for her to express her words of gratitude.
"sweet mini, were you able to get your story printed in the library in time for your humanities class?", i asked.
"what story?", the body snatcher replied.
i've been thinking maybe during this difficult time, you know - with the body snatcher and all, that maybe it would be a good time for me to get a little more fine tuning done. and it's such a pain to find somebody good. maybe i'll just go back to that woman i saw before. it's been a while and surely she has aged some and lost some of her sheen. and now that i think about it, i guess she really did know what she was talkin' about.
today's art is in honor of michelle of the oh so famous blog scrapability. yes, it is in fact her birthday and i hope it is just as happy a day as she's ever had so far and just a lil' sign of all the good ones to come. it is also my baby brother's birthday so i want to wish him just as happy a day as possible as there is no nicer person in the world. and since he was born during my third birthday celebration, that means it is also my birthday today. i'm hopin' mini is still bein' as sweet as she has been since comin' home from school yesterday - that's really all i'll need to make it a good day for me - plus cousin jo brought out the crock pot and swears she's makin' a fancy lunch so that MIGHT be nice - we'll see.
AND...for all of you who stop by here at the blog, whether it's your birthday or not, i hope you have a wonderful day too!
bloggin' under the influence...
...i probably shouldn't blog under the influence of advil. mini mo and i have both been pretty sick this last week. it has felt like the flu but i have been told by a number of know-it-alls that it is not the season for it...and EVERYONE knows that i am NEVER out of season. i just wasn't aware that illnesses HAD seasons or i wouldn't have suggested it's what i must be feelin'.
mini's illness is really odd and has taken many different turns. it appeared the same as mine for many days and now it's all in the latin - and i don't mean the latin word for whatever this un-flu thing we have is. she seemed to be on the mend while watching star wars in the television on all the time room but when reminded that she has two latin finals to take tomorrow, she got just sicker than i've ever seen her poor thing. then after studying really hard for about 15 minutes, the phone rang and talkin' to gigi had a miraculous healin' effect upon her but then the call ended and the out of season malady reappeared. when her no help what-so-ever daddy asked her to go out to eat with him, she was healed again and was dressed in her style du jour in no time flat complete with ever so carefully applied make-up. i hear them pullin' up outside now so we'll see how her illness is coming together after a evening dining out with i'm sure a little shoppin' since her no-help-what-so-ever daddy has to hear a cash register ring at least three times a day and i do believe he's behind on his goal for it bein' so late in the evenin'.
anyway, i wanted to thank so very many of you for writin' to tell me that i wasn't the only woman in the world to have chosen a man with a few peculiar habits. i do feel so much better about it all now.i can't help but ponder that it certainly would be an easier world on us all if we felt like we could admit these things out loud more often. you know - you watch television or read all those oh so helpful magazines tellin' you how you should this and you should that and you start to feel you are the only person alive who most certainly agrees that she should but for some unknown reason just CAN'T.
i didn't tie it all in together until i started hearin' from so many of you - about having men in your lives just as peculiar as the one i have - but i had the best week about a month or so ago. i felt like i had grown up to be a pretty good person, my messy piles weren't gettin' to me as much - as long as there was a path here or there to hop my way through - and my thighs weren't seemin' to be all that disgustin' on the days i didn't make 'em work harder than hoppin' from path top path, mini's dad looked a little more like the prince charmin' of the olden days and i felt like my fear of the body snatcher was completely reasonable and acceptable. i also didn't have the constant terror of all the diseases that were waitin' to jump on me and cause me a long drawn out horrible death - or even just disfigurement. i didn't feel depressed about the many, many terrifyin' things befallin the world and how all those terrifying things were winging' their way to my front door, to wait for me to open it up at which time i would be gobbled alive by all of 'em at once. also, my hair and nails seeemed shiney and strong, as did my floors and i felt my teeth were gleamy, my car the safest ever and black mold wasn't eatin' the walls of my house at an oh so speedy rate.
thinkin' back on it, i felt more optimistic and hopeful about every little thing in my whole wide world. but when those emails started pourin' in, as i was reflectin' on this odd period of time, it hit me. the reason why i felt better was because the super squirrel livin' directly above the shabby couch in the doo dad den had eaten plumb through the TIVO cable that keeps the 300 or so television stations runnin' on the televison in the doo dad den. and that's why, as soon as mini mo's dad realized no one was going to be allowed TIVO access until mine had been re-instated and therefore the squirrel eaten cable was replaced lickety split, all those things that had not been burdenin' me came flyin' back at the speed of light with that one touch of the remote. i have, since this realization, tried to do a test to see if keeping the TIVO off made those good positive feelins' return...but really - who could perform such a feat with such outstanding programming available for viewin' - viewin' such as old washed-up and washed-out celebrities a singin' and a dancin' like they've been doin' lately during this new season. can you i ask?
anyway, i mention this not only to thank all you others for admitting you too had chosen life long partners who could be a bit odd at times but also because while i've been sick, i have poked around into blogdom and came away quite distressed at some of the beatins many other women were giving themselves. oooh it made me so sad...it didn't matter what amazin' things they have accomplished, they let the things they HADN'T achieved cancel just about everything else out. it was really just horrible to think that we do this to ourselves.
hopefully you can follow the circles i am probably creating through today's bloggin' although if you can't please let's blame it on the effect of the advil okay? anyway, i think we all need to be a little more honest with each other so we can each be less hard on ourselves.
cousin jo thinks it has a lot to do with all the scrappin' everybody sees of everyone else's. she's dead set on starting a scrappin' gallery called 'true life treasures -trails and tales of the trailer park'. she says it's time some real life comes oozing through on some scrapbook pages. cousin jo thinks that if you look at all the pretty pages day after day of all the wonderful lives everyone else is living that it could truly make you feel like you were a pretty big loser. she said the only example she could find of true life (and she admitted she hadn't dug too deep yet) was a layout of when betted admitted she didn't have candles for her grandson's birthday cake - of course by the time betted scrapped this unfortunate event, it looked pretty good to me and i felt we should all forget the candles from now on. she also showed me a few scrappy events in some forums that occurred when someone did get a little too close to reality on a page or two and was made to feel like they had pretty much offended everyone by letting the unfortunate real events in their lives show through a little too much in their scrappin'.
anyway, i'm not sure if cousin jo's plan to have dodie doolittle scrap some pages on her husband tryin' to run her down with the lawnmower for lettin' her old beau j.t. rudesil wink in her direction or there bein' a colorful spread about darla flanagan teachin' her 6th grade classmates how to make smoke rings with her dad's marlboros is a good idea or not. i just really don't know. but what i do think would be nice is if we all knew we wouldn't be judged poorly if every once in a while we could admit to wishin' we had a best friend just like ourselves - with all the same faults and flaws and disires and dislikes - just so we'd not feel we were the only ones alive that knew for certain that we should this and we should that, but for some unknown reason just CAN'T and if there was someone else to know this with us, we'd feel it just wasn't so important afterall. but now i'm sayin' all this under the influence of advil - which i do think i've heard might kill you if not taken a t a certain time a day - so i might just be wrong all the way around.
anyway, what i really popped out of my sick bed (or shabby couch actually) to blog about was... there's a whole new batch of orphans looking' for good homes over at www.mojackson.com. this week, bein' so close to the day to show appreciation for fathers, even the odd ones we so adore, the orphans are honoring mini mo's daddy as well as all the others that we just couldn't live without, even when they are at their most peculiar.
thank you for stoppin' by and i do so hope you will keep sendin' me your thoughts.
lyndon and deep throat
i don't drag mini mo's daddy into blogdom much because he's a rather private person and all and the truth be told, besides providing the dollars deemed desirable to do doo dads for delivery via download, he delights in doing deeds he dreams do-able while his dear duo designs doo dads and daydreams about dating. to make it clear - it is me, mo, designing the doo dads and mini mo day dreaming about the day i decide she can date. no need to write in to a mail box already doing double duty to damn me for demanding mini mo also desire to design doo dads or that i desire to date. no - the body snatcher that still resides within our mini mo doesn't do doo dads - at least during the day and me - mo - i decided to dump dating shortly after i dined with mini mo's daddy on that blind date over a decade ago.
but because double dozens have inquired about mini mo's daddy and in honor of the event occurring that he, himself, has dreamed of long before our first delightful date, i decided to dedicate todays diatrabe to mini mo's daddy.
i have had a passion for many things in my life but one that has never taken much of a hold on me is politics. even so, i seem to have parcels of printed pictures packed from my past of me prancing and parading with this particular type of person - you know - those with a political passion. knowing that this was in my past should have given me a premonition i'd possibly pick a partner who was particular to the same, especially since after breaking my back into pieces, dashing dare devils were a bit too dangerous. and shortly after that blind date, after already decidin to designate this dude the daddy of future mini mos, i discovered that i was doomed for a portion of my domestic abode to be decorated with another sort of doo dad - those from a devoted democrat.
up until the honeymoon, i didn't know the full depth of this dedication. not that i was duped - i was just being dazzled daily. but it all became clear when waking to the dawn of a new day and discovering mini mo's future father watching his favorite DVDs. and it wasn't as if he was just biding his time doin' so while he waited for his new bride to awaken - no - that just was not the case. it seems this prince charming i had promised to love and honor for all the remainin' days of my life had the odd habit of celebrating the happy times in his life by watching two productions and just couldn't wait to share them with his new bride.
and that's how it came to be that my first morning as a married mo, i found myself watching 'all the president's men' and the 'biography of lyndon johnson'. and since that day, which doesn't seem that long ago, i have had the pleasure of watching these same performances so many times, or hearing their soundtracks drift from another room, that i know all the parts by heart, which might just come in handy if i ever want to audition for a remake of something similar. i could, after all these years, make a decent lady bird with no problem but haven't quite picked which part i'd have to try out for in the other. maybe deep throat since that could be played by really anybody...well...it could have until now.
when you love someone, it is important to tolerate their passions and i have had no problem watching these same two movies over and over when they are chosen as our evening entertainment, possibly because it is fascinatin' to try to figure out how a grown man could watch the same thing over and over again - you know - like when a kid gets a new disney movie and watches it so many times in a row that the sickingly sweet happy songs are stuck in your head for days on end and you can do dick van dyke's chimney sweep dance from beginning to end if ever there was a need but to date i have not been asked to demonstrate this ability.
but the constant quotin of things LBJ said throughout his life can get a bit old. like, if anything such as, "where's your car?" is said to mini mo's daddy, he never fails to say, "they're all my cars, son." this would be in reference to the time LBJ was asked in the midst of many airplanes sitting on a runway, "where's your plane sir" and he answered, being the president and all, "they're all my planes son". or if by chance his no longer new bride might be testing his patience, out flies, "don't you rile me up now bird!", this of course in reference to somethin' LBJ was known to say to lady bird.
but even all these silly quotes coming out of the mouth of this otherwise highly intelligent man couldn't hold a candle to decidin', without any prior discussion with me, mo, that his first born child would have the honor of bein' named lyndon. of course this made my payers for a girl become much louder until i saw the label he had attached to the video of the future mini's first ultrasound...it read 'lyndon or lady bird jackson'.
me and mini mo thank our lucky stars that she decided to make her entrance into the world a month early and bein' that her daddy was so overwhelmed with what was now his favorite thing to watch - that being the new mini - he forgot all about his previous desire to attach the president's wife's nickname to this 5 pound child. he started up about it again when we hoped to follow mini mo with more but mini ended up being an only. but, lookin' back, if i had been told i could have gotten another four if i promised to have them answer to lyndon, and lady, lucy and lynda bird, well, i would have gladly done so without any problem. i did go on and get mini's dad two big black dogs and lady bird and lucy bird do come running when their names are called.
but back to the momentous event mini mo's dad has been celebratin'. i have sat patiently over the years with this democrat listening to talk of watergate. i probably know more about it than most non-politically passioned women i'm sure. and at one time or another i have heard the cases bein' made from just about everyone from george bush senior to captain kangaroo being the person behind deep throat altho i must admit, the case for the captain was rather weak. whatever....the point is that for thirty somethin' years mini mo's dad has pondered long and hard about this deep throat person when i'm sure many of you maybe never thought about it at all unless it was brought to your attention. and sometimes it would just come out of the blue...like we would be watching the news or whatever and i'd hear, 'well that could be him!". and i'd say ' what are you talkin' about mini mo's dad?...and he'd say, as if i hadn't been payin' attention to the conversation he must've been havin' with himself - "DEEP THROAT MO...DEEP THROAT." hmmmm...good thing he held this odd behavior to himself until i had already started packin' in the doo dads too tight to think about makin a move.
and so, after all these years havin' this big mystery to wonder and talk about, mini's dad now has the answer. i'm not sure yet what effect this unveilin' will have on the poor guy long term....i think he might just start missin' the question...although i pray he doesn't replace it with the whole 'who shot kennedy' thing or tryin to find the answer to crop circles or whatever. for the time bein' he just wants to keep talkin' about it and i do believe within the next week i'll see him bringing in a new copy of 'all the president's men' into the television-on-all-the-time room because the currently owned one is gettin quite the workout.
i hear those two fellas that kept mr. throat secret all these years are comin' out with another book and lordy lordy i hope they allow it to be made into a movie and that the movie, if made, is a good one because we could sorely use some new viewin' material around here. and who knows, maybe they'll have a part for a lady bird type person and i can audition for the part.
so that's all about mini's daddy and deep throat to date - hope you weren't thinkin' it was that other deep throat. i guess i should be glad mini's dad doesn't have a passion for THOSE types of productions. packed in doo dads or not - that just wouldn't do!
gotta run now - i can hear jo's music blastin' from the trailer on the street all the way up here to the house and i need to send someone down to yank the electricity. i've really had my hands full since her arrival. she did up mini and gigi's hair in big ol' beehives last might and gigi's mom had a hissy. but i'll tell you all about that next.
again, i appreciate you stoppin' by and thank you for all your comments!
still ponderin' and givin away art...
hope all you who have been lookin' for new art from me this week won't mind if i answer you all at once, here on the ol' blog!
i ran a bit late getting this week's art up on my lil' ol' site but it's finally there - waitin' for you to adopt it as your own.
my tardiness had nothin' to do with me still ponderin' where my doo dads should go at the end of june when they are officially homeless. no - you see, there's just been too much goin' on here today. cousin jo pulled that big parade of metal of hers up before dawn and had all the fancy neighbors in a fit 'cause she kept blowin' that loud horn on her buick - it plays 'girls just wanna have fun' or at least the beginnin' of it. some of my neighbors look like they've never had fun....but that might change now with jo on the street! then mini mo and gigi have been puttin' together some sort of big production on the full sized stage in the backyard - they won't let me look out there yet. and to top it all off, mini mo's dad is still caught up in his personal deep-throat-has-been-revealed celebration. did i ever write here on the blog that he watches 'all the president's men' at least once a week?
well, looks like i have a lot to write in this blog to catch you up on everything - cousin jo, the minis and deep throat....but i'll do that later. for now, go take a look at the upadate and adopt yourself some new art....let me know how you like it.
this week's art is dedicated to the memory of the original queen of the doo dad...my sweet mom melissa. it was almost exactly a year ago that i had to say good-bye to her. i want to thank each of you for helping me keep so much of her alive when you use so many of the doo dads she passed on to me and i have been passing on to you. and as i have told so many of you, a year that could have been spent feelin' sorry for myself, new to being motherless and all, went by much better because you kept me busy making doo dads...so thank you from the bottom of my heart. i'll try to make you even better ones this year!
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GREETINGS
well, wouldn't you know i needed to tell you one more thing before searchin' for the pot of coffee that is usually waitin' for me by the door of the doo dad den...some time ago i posted a scrapbook page at that delightful doins' called scrapbook-bytes that showed just a portion of my oh so adorable french suitcases stacked and tagged.
i no sooner had posted it in the gallery than i started getting emails askin' me where these sweet things could be purchased. at the time, they were difficult to locate and if some were found, you'd have to sell your soul to buy just two. since then i found out that my dear friend amy, who owns and operates the cutest little online store you'll ever see - has them for sale and at a price that will allow you to actually call what you own an official mo inspired stack.
so if you too want some of these fabulous darlings, be sure to stop by her shop. you'll find it here. be sure to tell her i sent you!
pinched cakes give hangovers
i have arrived at my screen to see there will shortly be an AMBER alert put out for myself if i don't advise of my whereabouts lickety split. my emails are all pushin' the doo dads out of their homes fightin' to find a comfy spot as they are arrivin' at lightnin' speed. the lil' counter is now up to 507 - oops - make that 510 and i fear if i don't get some of them opened, answered and give the rest some breathin' room, there could be dire doom destined for some of the more elderly ones. so to buy us all - doomed dated emails and me - mo - a dab of time - i thought i would drop by the blog to say i am inDEED still alive and well but have been dozin' for over a dozen hours . it seems those doo dad dramas demand some serious down time to do some dreamin' before desirin' to once again don my doo dad dress and daily do what i do!
yesterday, after i saw that the popular pea-dom had placed plum outta sight the peppery parcels the pea-ers put out onto their place of pea-ing earlier in the week , i spent a bit of time ponderin' the words dictated to this designer that discussing doo dad dupicatin' is deemed undesirable by those who gather the dollars delivered to do downloads and it appears that the person deemed responsible for the whole drama would be me -mo. therefore -please allow this designer to digress as to apologize deeply and get it over with.....here goes:
i, mo, a doo dad designer of downloads to be delivered via download by designated doo dad dolers after they gather the dollars for all the designers designs, genuinely apologize for for not keeping the doins' in the dark.
well - i dare say that should do it! now i know what i didn't know before, back that day when i was rolled smack dab up into that big metal coffin-like contraption, just dreamin' of all the doo dads i wanted to deliver...that just one lil' ol' designer expressin' her desire for the designated doo dad dolers to make repeated doo dad duplicatin die down, here on my very own blog, designed to dispense information i desire to my friends and doo dad collectors, can create quite a drama. after many attempts to keep from digressin' and draggin' it back and doin' poorly at succeedin', i think that's it...i'm done.
so like i was saying about letting my friends know i am not dead, after much ponderin' yesterday, i sat down on the shabby couch in the doo dad den and ate a cake. yessseribob - a whole cake. seems our cute lil' hyper active neighbor girl gigi dropped off a cake her mom baked to show appreciation for us treatin' gigi like we owned her and mini mo had made the mistake of placing it within range of my tired eyes. i got a glimpse of said cake while sitting down on the shabby couch to put on my walkin' shoes to take mini and my un-dog for a bit of a stroll around the block. we have been trying to do so each day since i realized i am getting a drooping derrière from too much doo dad designing and treatin' dilapidated disks delicately. this would also be a good way to spend some quality time gettin' to know mini mo's body snatcher since it seems she has dug in and plans on stayin' for quite a while. add to that the fact that my beloved un-dog, tinkerbell, had previously never been outside and certainly had never walked unless you count the occasions where she gets sick of watchin' me design doo dads and she trots on her own to her delightful shabby chic designed canopy bed for a snooze but for the most part, her feet have never much touched the ground.
anyway....i carefully (because of the damned disks) bent over to place a walkin' shoe on one foot or the other and that cake gigi delivered was just a little too temptin'. next thing i knew, the beautiful ribbon and tag were ripped off and laying on the floor on top of my other walkin' shoe and the little pan was showin' no sign of there previously being anything in it. as i stared in disbelief that i, mo, had actually pushed that whole cake down for digestion, mini mo's dad popped in and asked where the special treat that gigi's mom had made HIM was sittin'. well, i daresay i was dumbfounded! why did mini mo put the cake in my doo dad den rather than her daddy's multi-media around the clock televison always on area so i didn't think it was for me! so after havin' to confess to eatin' the whole darn thing within seconds of it being delivered, completely by myself, to mini mo's daddy, i was forced to endure the consequences, which were yet another one of his extended stand up routines, where i, mo, was to be the brunt of all his witty and admittedly funny jokes about a woman who could eat a whole delivered cake without any guilt for not saving some for her family.
after enduring my deserved humiliation at eating a whole cake, i felt a little sickly - maybe from eating the whole cake and the humiliation mingling together. i didn't feel much like a stroll so i decided to just close my eyes for a minute. i had no idea eatin' whole cakes could give you a mighty case of the spins but it did and i guess shortly after i drifted off to dreamland.
the only reason i ever woke up shortly ago (still wearin' that one walkin' shoe i put on before spying the delivered cake) after getting up earlier to poke the body snatcher awake and then run for my life (body snatchers can be quite scary at the first light of day) and fallin' back asleep on the shabby couch, was because mini mo's dad decided he needed to dispense part two of the stand up routine via telephone and was going to let our hot line ring until i was willin' to pick up the receiver and let him perform. it was only after the performance that i have come here to see this impending AMBER alert on the horizon. so, since it will take me some time to begin to get back to those who are worried about my absence from cyberspace, via individual emails, i thought i would just blog it down here - that i am still alive and no need for the AMBER alert - and that i will be respondin' as soon as possible and i apologize for takin' so long. it just seems if you try to do dramas and daily doins' too long without enough dream time and then devour a recently dropped off delicious whole cake, you can be delirious and dizzily drift off into a long dose of zzzzzs.
so i hope to blog my previously written document later and plan to get started on those email responses just as soon as i can get my mind workin and my body movin' - seems eating whole delicious cakes can give you quite a hangover! i'll be back shortly and once again thank you for dropping by.
oh - and for those who have asked - it was cousin jo's ex buck who dropped by the other night on his harley along with 24 of his burley freinds ridin' the same, to let me know jo was headin' this way but was takin' her sweet time. seems she has decided to have her picture takin' in front of as many wall marts as possible as she passes from town to town, aiming to set some sort of record or somethin'. i'll keep you posted.
oops - one more thing before i go - today's accompanyin' art was a gift to me by that good ol' candadian gal macysmom. i'd say she is not only a very good, standin' up kinda friend but also quite the talent - don't you agree?
