OK, I promised you more “wild art.” How’s this? I drew this to be the cover of my book. Beaucoup Arlo & Janis, but I chickened out. I didn’t want to have to listen to all the juvenile giggling and hooting which I knew would ensue (No, not you!) or to that annoying tut-tutting about children reading the comics. I told you: I chickened out. Instead, I went with a more staid version of a Rodin theme which I thought turned out well enough.
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208 responses to “Modely Crew”
Lily, you must have gotten a “family rate.” I don’t think $30 would have paid for the parking at some I once saw.
That was the source of the quote “When mommy and dad get divorced, she is going to hang out at the Warwick Hotel and pick up oilmen.”
My shrink was in Houston’s “garden district” right by the Warwick, so I often ate lunch there and since I was often the only lone woman there I got lots of notes sent by waiters and offers to join them. It was an account of Mike’s, so the maître D knew I wasn’t picking up men, but still nice gestures.
By the way, Mike and I shocked a good friend this week when he found out about our previous life in the upscale wining and dining industry. He found it unbelievable to conceive. That was a compliment, I hope!
Love, Jackie
It’s a long way from Bel Aire to Grand Saline, Texas, Jackie, and that is where I found my counselor, Jan, at New Beginnings, and healong. Houston gives me the pip, what with their new mayor and all
emb: I have trouble detecting PC problems. I use Apple products.
My thoughts on the models-the sculptor has obviously just told them to stop moving. Re Halloween-I’m worshipping the devil. Ok. You’ll pray for me. Thanks. End of discussion. Lil-let’s see, you live in some sort of convent where you drink yourself to sleep around midnight, are surrounded by nude sculpture and pose nude. You work in a hospital, where you go in extremely early (after running) and are back home before noon. I don’t get it, but I’m probably not supposed to.
Trucker:
1. Cute.
2. You are warm, but just what is the problem, and why might I find it ironic?
Peace, emb
Thanks, Carol.
Just got home from a 13+ hour day at the hospital. I’ll bet Lily doesn’t spend that much time per day in one, and she gets PAID to be there. 🙂
My Mom seems to be doing better. She’s probably just tired of being there as much as anything. They’ll see how things look in the morning about letting her come home tomorrow.
Makes perfect sense to me, Jerry. 🙂
Jerry: Heh, I live in a private home, not a convent, which is decorated by the owners, not me, except for my room. I run in the morning, then go to work with The Boss Of My Life, make hospital rounds, help in surgery, then to the office to see patients. I work in the office till five with two hours off for lunch. I do post a lot at noon cause I am off. I can post during the day cause we are on the Internet and I have a desktop in my office. Then I come home, help with dinner, then afterwards there is an open bar and a huge library I take full advantage of. I am in bed by midnight, never sober. Every Wednesday is choir practice and then Ecumenical Fellowship. I go to Sunday school in the morning and sing in the choir for the 10:30 Eucharist. An ideal life, seems to me 😀
Lily, my best was working for the VA and helped me put myself back together. Ironically, our first session was on 9/11/01 and was cut short so she could help other employees deal with what was happening in real-time. Cost- four years of my life in the Navy and worth every bit of it!
By the way, since no one else has mentioned it, Jack Bruce of the group Cream died today. He was 71 and a very good guitarist.
Hey, Jerry! Tell me again what is so great about going to bed sober. Was it insomnia? Nightmares? Diarrhea? Inquiring minds want to know! :p
Being able to remember the great time you had that night? I know you say that’s what works for you, but I can’t help thinking about all the talented people the world has lost due to overuse of various substances. I won’t make fun of you for what you do, please don’t make fun of those who are concerned. Thanks
Exactly. I go to bed sober because I want to wake up the next day and many more. I was going to list some celebrities but that’s not necessary. Drink if you like. I simply don’t find everything making sense. I’ve had some experience in this type of thing and you have our attention. If you are a sweet innocent girl then you have our best wishes. If you seek attention and sympathy look elsewhere. I apologize to all for bringing unpleasantness to the village but I think that I am saying what others have thought and I believe that it was time to say something. If I am being rude, crude and stupid then I will bow out.
Lily, I have said it before and I will join others who may not say it, being younger, older and wiser- you do not lead a normal life. In fact, in most ways it seems “twisted” to me and bizarre. I am trusting Ghost to be smarter than me and capable of smelling out a troll but girl, you sure seem like either a very smart troll who is having fun deceiving us all or a very sick person who still needs help.
I have worked through many/most of my own problems long ago and can occasionally laugh at myself. But I find it hard to laugh at you and if your employers/caretakers are as you describe them, then they seem somewhat twisted as well.
Perhaps I might be a little more charitable but I apparently fell asleep while making up my bed before dinner and just woke up to this thread.
Jerry, Mark, we seem to have walked a few miles in similar paths perhaps. You seem genuinely concerned. I suspect most of us have problems of our own we try to deal with in as good spirits as we can. Thank you for being honest.
Love, Jackie
One further thought, I do moderate other forums and were you on those you would be probably permanently “moderated” Lily because I would be flagging your comments to be read before being allowed to post to the general forum. And I would be writing you an explanation/discussion of why. This groups seems to be self-moderating.
Perhaps that is what we are trying to do now.
Love, Jackie
There are also your liver, nervous system, and more. You’ve said you don’t plan to live past 50 or some such. There is no reason to assume you will simply be your current, apparently physically and mentally [?] in good shape self, and simply keel over at 50. Your several last years could be physical hell.
Love and peace, emb
Good morning, all. I have no idea what you mean by being twisted. I am very happy and intend to stay this way. I like to drink and intend to keep it up, and I live my life. As for sympathy, who needs it?
Oh, btw, I know lots of people who drink as much as I do, or more. The Man In My life drinks several Scotches ever evening. He’s 66 and shows no sign of all the horrors you relate. The entire nation of France comes to mind. And, anyway, I have said repeatedly that I don’t plan on living past fifty anyway. 😛
I haven’t had time to pop in for a few days so I hadn’t seen the Modely Crew. All I can say is that I quite literally laughed out loud. Scared the bejeebus outa’ one cat and I am glad I had swallowed my coffee, elsewise I’d have been cleaning a keyboard.
Thank you again, JJ!
Good morning Villagers……
GR 😉 and Jackie….thoughts and prayers for you and yours this morning………..Amen.
Alrighty then, there were two augers in and out all week, one belt resewed before it broke and landed in the pit. six days of packing of (on avg 200 cases per day) eggs, and three evenings of babysitting a two year old….and my finger is slowly healing. What a ride this week has been.
And I’m not doing anything this day…nada, nothing, even constructive. It looks to be a beautiful day though….may sit out on the front porch and introduce this tom cat we’ve been babysitting for Brooklynne Rose….to the outside. I don’t need kittens, and it’s not my responsibility to ‘fix’ him.
Brooklynne Rose came by yesterday evening and modeled her Cinderella costume, complete with blonde wig. I taught her how walk a runway, and pivot 🙂
Miss Charlotte…thank you for educating me on Lindy’s poem…I liked it. Never heard of St. Crispin’s Day…but then I’m not really a Shakespear person….had a hard time reading him in high school. But then as we age, we learn to appreciate and reeducate what we’ve missed out on. Anyway, I have.
At first, I thought today I had to change the clocks, but then realized it is next Sunday morning we ‘fall’ back. And JJ usually does a Sunday strip regarding the time change. I really liked today’s strip….it is a definite “awww”.
So Jerry, I take it you didn’t like the movie “The Apostle”….how about “Assassination Tango”?
So CNN is off the air on our satellite system, you have to tune into PMSNBC 🙂 Go figure Ted Turner……
later……
Gotta get this book:
https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/8358168576/hBF89E650/
Gal 🙂
Lindy, Happy St. Crispin’s Day back atcha!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-yZNMWFqvM
Lily, as I said before, those employers of yours seem to be more than a tad strange themselves. They appear to be enablers of some destructive behaviors, the drinking only being one. I think you are an anorectic and a compulsive exerciser, and I have lots of knowledge of both.
You idolize these employers for some reason. Were you my child I would be seeking more medical/mental health care for you. Often your posts seem to be from a fantasy world. As far removed from reality as the world my manic-depressive-paranoid female gardener lives in.
Somehow I wonder if they exist at all and why a small town community hasn’t questioned a somewhat unusual relationship?
But then, small towns are full of such strange triangles I think.
Sympathy isn’t what I would offer, by the way.
Love, Jackie
I an not going to pass judgement on alcohol use. I can live with my decision not to drink and I don’t care about others passing judgement on my decision. My Sister-in-law has had her new liver for 4 weeks and the road back to health will be very long. She had cirrhosis… never touched a drop of alcohol. I guess the bad luck of the draw.
I had some bad luck yesterday and yet I also think it might have been good luck. I used my father-in-law old Snapper mower with a bag attachment to mulch, then suck up my leaves. It did a wonderful job but I was getting sprayed on by remnants of the mulched leaves. So too was the exhaust pipe, which started a small fire. The plastic gasoline tank started to melt and soon I had a nasty little fire.
My neighbor had a fire extinguisher and we stopped it, but the gas was still slowly dripping. The fire department came out and emptied the rest of the gas in a pan. Fortunately the gas tank and the air filter seemed to be the only thing damaged and I can repair it. However I am going to be more careful in keeping it clean in the future.
Debbe – right back atcha! _:)