being pissed on is better than being pissed off
isobel was on a good stretch of holding her bladder, it was almost odd, really. and then...i had a few major incidents and i always gasp, everytime it happens. gah. otherwise, she is getting fast. here she is with the crocheted thingy i made her to chew on and play with. she likes it. i also dug out the stuffed teething rings that we got for pavel to attempt to redirect him from biting when he was wee, which didn't workout so well. he never really got out of the habit.
i took one of my provigil "pep" pills this morning because i have to get my ass in gear and do some work no matter how tired i feel. at least today i didn't feel horrid from the start. izzy didn't want to sleep, she wanted to play and act crazy (which involves biting my lips, nose and attempting to scratch me in the eye with her really sharp little claws) big fun. i don't drink milk, i have always hated it and was allergic to it as a tot, so i have a hard time telling if she is being fussy with her milk or it is going off, so i end up going down to warm up a new bottle at some ridiculous time and then she doesn't want it anyway. gah! she can climb out of her bag, so i always worry that i won't wake up when she starts doing it, although i am a light sleeper and usually do.
once the pep wears off, i have usually been such a spaz that i have a headache, which i do, and didn't eat (i know why mom's steal their kids' ritilin) it really not only kills your appetite, but it makes you forget to eat, too. i did get some stuff done today, i will try to get you photos to-morrow, i have to pack up lots of stuff to ship, so i may not have time. i am also hoping to make time to visit one of my favorite people in the universe, gabe, who is in the neighborhood of the post office and art supply.
barbe gave me a really cool link for an artist that works in polymer clay. you guys know i am an admitted snob, but i really didn't realize what you can do with polymer clay. one of the nice features that ceramics don't have is that you can use the mica powders and glazes, etc, etc, the whole way around without concern of a big drippy part or it sticking to the kiln. i cannot be trusted with a torch (a semester of metal smithing showed that very clearly), i am way to scatterbrained and can barely use an electric skillet or heat gun without wounding myself. additionally, i have ripped out hair with a flexshaft even though i had it tied back. i lean in to everything really really close. it is a bad habit. when i tattooed i did that too, and when blood is involved, it is a good idea to back the truck up, ya know?
oh! reginald the lion with male pattern baldness has sold to a man in london who has offered reg a position in his blues band, nights out on the town and a place to crash! how cool is that? reg told me that my place sucks and he is very excited to be moving to europe. he may be pissed when he finds out that he will be in a box airmail and not a private jet. still, he gets to live in a really cool place that i imagined i would live when i was an angst filled teen. i may have to make him some pants before he goes, though. i would hate to see him out in the cold rain in his underclothes. wanna have a last look at him before he leaves?
i realized that my cell phone had died because i haven't charged it in a really long time, so if you called my cell and not home number, i am not avoiding you. call me at home, dammit. i probably have a zillion messages. i need an assistant. that doesn't need to get paid. and will wake me up and get me coffee. and poop and feed the kitten. did ya know that they can't poop by themselves until they get bigger? jealous now? also, could ya do my hair? that would rock. and make-up?
oh, lastly...does anyone have texture sheets for polymer clay that they don't want? they aren't that expensive and i can make some myself, but if anyone has some, gimme a shout, kay?