I’m a “spill” kind of gal. My usual dialog with people is, “hi, i’m trina. i am a little insane, so don’t mind me”. I think if we were all truthful, we would all admit we are a little insane. My delusion is that I can do art, hence this:

This is weird. Halloween is over and I didn’t carve a pumpkin or make a scarey halloween craft thing. Now Thanksgiving is soon to be upon us and then the buying frenzy we like to call Christmas. It is amazing that one class has cut so much into my making silly stuff time. It isn’t right. I should have better priorities.

Well, I did my civic duty and voted.  It was surreal.  In front of the door to the polling place they had some handicapped spots set up.  There was a car that had the whole backend of it covered in anti-bush bumper stickers.  Like “2009 the end of an Error” and stuff like that.  I thought wow, I bet they are glad this day came.  Inside standing in line waiting to vote behind me was a lady, probably not much older than me who was wearing a filthy ripped up sweatsuit, carrying two stuffed full plastic shopping bags, and wearing duct tape shoes.  I had seen this lady last year on voting day, but at a spot at about 7 miles away. She must have walked all the way here.  She had identification and voted.  As I was on the way out of the building, getting into the car with all the anti-bush bumper stickers was an older white couple escorting a much older man wearing a World War II veteran hat.  I did not expect that.  Oh, and I offered the lady with the duct tape shoes a ride and she angrily shooed me off.

Very strange.

Wow, we had the fewest Halloween trick or treaters ever, only 21.  And they were all little.  Several theories… 1- new neighborhood when we moved in, all the kids have grown out of it, 2- Friday night, everyone had at home parties, and 3- the economy sucks so bad no one could afford costumes or candy.  This was the first year both our kids didn’t trick or treat….. it was surreal.  I’m sure next year it will be different…. maybe better movies to base costumes off of.

I have to finish 4 pieces of art to ship out this weekend.  I am having a crisis of mind.  In that my mind jumps between folk art, outsider art, realistic art, but mostly angry crappy art.  I want to do nice respectable pieces… but they all in the end have chainsaw hands and fangs.  I might be mental.

My daughter is in a high school play.  First she was Assistant Stage Manager, then Stage Manager, then Stage Manager plus a small part.  I like how high school plays evolve because parents and grades get involved. I’m sure she will be great in her parts, she has hidden talents I don’t thing she is even aware of.