a. i feel sick. probably because i drank too much chocolate milk
b. i spent >$25 bucks in late fees today because i could not give back those
my-so-called-life dvds
c. luc had a serious cat theme going on with his library book picks today. i. hate. cats
d. i sometimes count thinking about walking when crossing exercise off of my to-do list
e. i love kenny loggins as much as they love michael buble'
f. blogging is on my nerves. so i've decided to challenge myself to a post-a-day this week
g. lucas just rolled out of his nest on the couch onto the floor and is still sleeping.
h. i'm this close to buying a country album. someone intervene. quick.
i. if you don't know about real-mail karma, you should
j. i miss someone.real bad.
k. i've been daydreaming about a bike since saturday
l. i threw a penny in, wishing for some serious graphic art skills. truly. madly. deeply.
m. a*love is addicted to turning on the sprinklers on non-auto days
n. i'm tired
the end.
"p" is for pretty
the prettiest pretzel i know was born on may twelfth, two thousand and six. around four o'clock in the afternoon. she was a tiny bundle of only three pounds and four feisty ounces.
++++
i carried lucas jude around in my big 'ol belly for an extra two weeks. his lease had long since been up and i remember writing in my journal to my boy-to-be that i wasn't sure i could keep this whole gig up for much longer. i wrote about being ready to hold and snuggle and kiss his little self. that his clothes were washed and folded and washed again.
he just wasn't ready to leave her yet.
i'd started to get the calls at my due date. "here yet?" "yeeeeeeeeeeet?" "today??" looking back in retrospect i am thankful for the stack of natural birth books, a peace filled birth class and two very wise midwives that all reassured me that my very heavy load {in every sense of those words} was safe and fine and would come on his own time. if not to prepare me for the birth that i had dreamed {it was not}... it gave me the guts to keep on truckin' {barely} until he felt safe to leave her behind. her.
++++
i packed up my 4 week old bundle and drove over those familiar mountains. it would be the first time i got to see my nat all belly full of baby. she was snuggled up on her couch bed where she'd been for days already. she was indeed all belly and alfafa tea and sprouts and blood pressure cuff. she was determined and brave and beautiful. each day hoping for one more pregnant day. presley brynn would be her name and she was in quite a hurry {despite everything} for her turn. we like to say that she missed lucas too much. soul-cousins.
she just couldn't wait.
++++
pres is a tough cookie. she's pretzel. she's made of chocolate pudding and "mama eats." she's pretty, dainty and spunky at the same time. she's polka dot pillows and coffee dates with grandpa. she's always got on great shoes. she's twinkle, twinkle, little star and techno, too. she's burt's bees baths in the sink. she's a secret life on sundays and she loves her mama. she's feist. she's determined and brave and beautiful. she's lukey's love. she's a blessing. she's exactly what we needed.
happy birthday to you!
++++
i carried lucas jude around in my big 'ol belly for an extra two weeks. his lease had long since been up and i remember writing in my journal to my boy-to-be that i wasn't sure i could keep this whole gig up for much longer. i wrote about being ready to hold and snuggle and kiss his little self. that his clothes were washed and folded and washed again.
he just wasn't ready to leave her yet.
i'd started to get the calls at my due date. "here yet?" "yeeeeeeeeeeet?" "today??" looking back in retrospect i am thankful for the stack of natural birth books, a peace filled birth class and two very wise midwives that all reassured me that my very heavy load {in every sense of those words} was safe and fine and would come on his own time. if not to prepare me for the birth that i had dreamed {it was not}... it gave me the guts to keep on truckin' {barely} until he felt safe to leave her behind. her.
++++
i packed up my 4 week old bundle and drove over those familiar mountains. it would be the first time i got to see my nat all belly full of baby. she was snuggled up on her couch bed where she'd been for days already. she was indeed all belly and alfafa tea and sprouts and blood pressure cuff. she was determined and brave and beautiful. each day hoping for one more pregnant day. presley brynn would be her name and she was in quite a hurry {despite everything} for her turn. we like to say that she missed lucas too much. soul-cousins.
she just couldn't wait.
++++
pres is a tough cookie. she's pretzel. she's made of chocolate pudding and "mama eats." she's pretty, dainty and spunky at the same time. she's polka dot pillows and coffee dates with grandpa. she's always got on great shoes. she's twinkle, twinkle, little star and techno, too. she's burt's bees baths in the sink. she's a secret life on sundays and she loves her mama. she's feist. she's determined and brave and beautiful. she's lukey's love. she's a blessing. she's exactly what we needed.
De amigos y garcas.
En Ediciones de la Urraca,con los muchachos del Cazador, frecuenté a Juan Zaluth que era un señor que no recuerdo de que hacía pero trabajaba en esa editorial desde hacia mucho.
En un momento entró en contacto con gente que iba a abrir una nueva editorial, así entró brevemente en mi vida la nefasta y efímera editorial "HyH, humor e historietas" que era en realidad un rejunte de viejos garcas fallutos y pobres, tipos como descubriría después.
Cuando supe del nuevo emprendimiento me puse pesado y persistente como una gotera para que las nuevas historietas fueran de nosotros.
Y como Lucas y Claudio particularmente hacia tiempo que hablaban de auto editar una revista de historietas de terror, le dije enseguida a Juan que esa debía ser la revista a editar en HyH.
Así fue, nos cocinamos la revista y salieron por esa editorial 2 números de Gritos de Ultratumba.
Duró eso porque de la promesa de 100 pesos por pagina nos pagaron solo (después de que por varios meses llamara todas las mañanas todas) 250 pesos a cada uno por las dos revistas.
El cara dura que nos atendió les dijo a Claudio Ramirez , Calvi y Jorge Lucas (los otros 3 dibujantes de la revista) que tenian que agradecer (recuerdo perfectamente la frase) "La cintura política" de Accardo gracias a la cual estaban cobrando esas chirolas esa mañana, osea ni el tipo podía creer que realmente lo había convencido de largar algo cuando fue claramente el plan desde el día cero no pagarnos absolutamente nada.
Si salia el numero 3 esta era la presentación de mi historieta.
Mi personaje "Terror-Man" y el personaje de Calvi "Dr. Tabú" (en la ilustración a la derecha) aparecían juntos, la idea era tener de invitado el personaje del otro , que lindo no?
Pocas cosas me resultaron tan gratificantes en la vida como trabajar de lo que me gusta con otros amigos historietistas.
El día que algún amigo ocupe el puesto que han ocupado varios garcas en mi pasado será un escenario realmente utópico.
En un momento entró en contacto con gente que iba a abrir una nueva editorial, así entró brevemente en mi vida la nefasta y efímera editorial "HyH, humor e historietas" que era en realidad un rejunte de viejos garcas fallutos y pobres, tipos como descubriría después.
Cuando supe del nuevo emprendimiento me puse pesado y persistente como una gotera para que las nuevas historietas fueran de nosotros.
Y como Lucas y Claudio particularmente hacia tiempo que hablaban de auto editar una revista de historietas de terror, le dije enseguida a Juan que esa debía ser la revista a editar en HyH.
Así fue, nos cocinamos la revista y salieron por esa editorial 2 números de Gritos de Ultratumba.
Duró eso porque de la promesa de 100 pesos por pagina nos pagaron solo (después de que por varios meses llamara todas las mañanas todas) 250 pesos a cada uno por las dos revistas.
El cara dura que nos atendió les dijo a Claudio Ramirez , Calvi y Jorge Lucas (los otros 3 dibujantes de la revista) que tenian que agradecer (recuerdo perfectamente la frase) "La cintura política" de Accardo gracias a la cual estaban cobrando esas chirolas esa mañana, osea ni el tipo podía creer que realmente lo había convencido de largar algo cuando fue claramente el plan desde el día cero no pagarnos absolutamente nada.
Si salia el numero 3 esta era la presentación de mi historieta.
Mi personaje "Terror-Man" y el personaje de Calvi "Dr. Tabú" (en la ilustración a la derecha) aparecían juntos, la idea era tener de invitado el personaje del otro , que lindo no?Pocas cosas me resultaron tan gratificantes en la vida como trabajar de lo que me gusta con otros amigos historietistas.
El día que algún amigo ocupe el puesto que han ocupado varios garcas en mi pasado será un escenario realmente utópico.
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