My Mom saaays she doesn't like me posting about about her on the internets but I don't knoooww she says the same thing about me calling her Octomom and yet curiously cracks a little smile every time I refer to her as such. You know how I know I love my Mom non-stop? I give her pedicures. FEET ya'll, that's love. Don't say I never do nothing for you lady. I really can't even describe (or joke) about the enormity of her love and sacrifice. She's the biggest blessing in my life, EVER - I win.
Slapped together this playlist for her, for the Mom's in my family and all the other baby mommas out there who ride or die for their babies.
And a would be happy Mother's day to Mammy Ramirez who so desperately wanted to become a mother he shat on his legacy and his voucher into the HOF. Now lets use his paycut and get us a starting pitcher not a belly itcher. 47 games and counting....
In honor of your birthday, I decided to blog (at your request) my separated at birth observations, playoffs edition. Not to bring up a sore subject but first up... Sharks head coach Todd McLellan (left) and Smeagol/Gollum aka Andy Serkis (right). Eww I would reference LOTR, eww I would use the acroynm for the Lord of the Rings. They both don't get their preciousin the end. How sad.
Has anyone else been trying to will the baby bulls over the celtics? Brian Scalabrine (left) and Michael Rappaport (right) haha together RapScallion. More so in the body and the gingerness but also that headband screams Paulie Kirkwood.
Got past the Jazz hands. I hope Portland isn't next.
When I was little, I toiled the earth at a non-profit arts organization OR as my friend (then co-worker) Elena maintains, "we cleaned the bathrooms at MACLA. " Althooouuughh, towards the end of our term, once we had traversed up the career rungs, we delegatedvolunteers or coaxed friends into that type of drudgery. So that meant we only sometimes moonlighted as janitors. All that aside my time at MACLA was precious and I'll forever have a memory box up-top my closet shelf with pictures of us together and dried flowers pressed between my diary pages. The place holds a very special cramped place in my heart. For that reason, I donate to their art auction every year. Usually I just unload an old piece that I've been compulsively hoarding but this time they requested one of my pan dulce embroideries. I got to stitching on a new one, it's vinyl size.
Show is up right now and will remain open up until the day of the live auction on Saturday May 16th. You can buy the pieces BEFORE they go to auction for the retail price listed + an additional 50% of the retail price, something like that. Click on the image below for more info.
Big ups to Mona and baby Isis my favorite people to watch day time television with & Belén for partying during her lunch breaks. Cuteness tracker brought you by my new favorite poladroid.
It's time for Dodger baseball! Or nearly time, 1hrs 44mins 3 seconds and counting...
My best friend and her husband are not sports aficionados. Having no loyalty to any one sports team, I feel it's my responsibility to steer little Isis in the right direction before geography (unless the A's move to SJ) or negligence (on the part of masochist Giants fans) have their way. Besides, Belén does OWN a Dodgers jacket , and there was the time that she went to a ball game up in SF and thought the Dodgers were "hotter". That pretty much equates to Belen being a non-practicing Dodgers fanatic, so it makes her offspring of the same ilk.
To be fair, we had her feel out both Dodgers and Giants colors respectively...
Aww super cute and a smart cookie. That footage wasn't even doctored. Belen & Mona didn't have to make good on threats of giving her a little pinch or hair pull. She spat on and was miserable in orange and black all on her own. The pedos, also real. Do you like the manny wig I crafted? I made it out to the last spring training game of the season yesterday. Unlike the rest of the Dodger team that stayed back in preparation for opening day. Booo, no Manny, Russey, Raffy, Blake or O Dog. Good eats and plenty of unmerited BOLDNESS from vagiants fans thinking all bad because their regular line up edged out essentially the triple A LA squad and a wet behind the ears newly designated 5th starter, James McDonald. Lindblom was impressive, 4IP, 2 H, 3 SO, 1BB.
**addendum: here is another entry with some more pictures.
Half time blogging! After some googlage found these recaps of the Fifty24SF group show. Click the screen caps. If you're looking to check it out, live, it's up another week (or up until the 26th).
This time a bigger wrestling ring on canvas, so I was able to embroider her one pc.
Don't tug on superman's cape.
Detail.My cousin Little doing the obligatory Chicano crouch down in front of my wall(s).
Sports blog warning. I don't care none. Lil Wayne blogs about sports all the time. If it's good enough for Weazy F. Baby its good enough for me. Last night was a super lopsided affair in Mexican National sports.
The soccer scrimmage was only a friendly one, booooo. Where's this team when it counts? Stakes is high, WERE high in Mexico City for Group B SURVIVAL in the World Baseball Classic. The classic has been awesome. Great upsets, HUGE upsets. The Dominican Republic bounced by the Netherlands? Team Italy booting the Canucks? Venezuela winning Group C over the USA all stars (I can't stand 2/3 of that team). Crazy. Mexico seemed destined for the same whack fate at the hands of a baby Australian team that dealt them a humiliating 17-7 mercy rule loss in their first meeting. Confident off their win, the Aussies were already looking past the elimination match-up with Mexico, considering it a minor hurdle, quoted as looking forward to face the Cubans again for top position of the group. Mexico had other plans, plans to vindicate their squad in front of the home crowd. And that they did, ending the match in the 6th inning by way of the slaughter rule. Australia goes home, moded. Mexico, humbled, claims their ticket to San Diego for second round play in the tourney and faces Cuba for the top slot of the group tonight.
I've always loved Karim Garcia since his days in Dodger blue to the trouble he was on east coast. But I've never loved him more than last night. He went 4-4 wtih 2 jonrones and 4 RBIs. That explains being dubbed the "Latino Bambino", it might also have something to do with his ample waistline. Shaoooo! It should be no secret to you that, as Tina Fey says, I like my men like my peanut butter: chunky. There's all kinds of chunky in the brown lineup. I like it.
I missed most of this Mannymania because I was up in San Francisco installing for a show. (see below) But it wasn't long before the calls poured in alerting me of the signing. I tuned into KNBR only get a bunch of vaGiants fans griping and consoling one another on failing to acquire Ramirez. Sacense. Go sign Barroids.
So tonight, opening reception for FIFTY24SF, "Mixed Messages"...you can read more about the other artists HERE.
I don't understand. I was under the impression that if the Dodgers beat the vagiants yesterday we won Manny. High stakes meaningless baseball, I say.
NO, I reject YOUR offer Man-child. No more Manny watch, I'm over it. Go draw walks in SF or stick it to the Sox in New York. I don't care none. Púdrete pues, greedy. Get out of my face. I'm on to cooler things like turtle Virgen...
taking full embarrassing advantage of "watch instantly" on netflix while I get some drawing in.
And tracking how cute & chunkytown Belén's little Lady is getting.
...rag top on the ride." Here's another drawing I did for LobeRiders, that will be printed on small promotional mirrors. Check back with them in a few weeks for the release of their two-finger rings. They're customizable, what should I get? What would you get?