what time is it anyway????

I have been looking for work for a few years now and finally have decided to forgo looking for a 'real job' and just try to find fulfillment in making stuff. Thank goodness for a husband who is gainfully employed or I would be brushing up on my insincere smile and asking if you would like fries with that.

At some point (or age) you just got to realize that there are some things you will not be put through...interviews come to mind, personality tests as well...I'm too old for this &^%$.

So, now I am officially a 'free spirit' and can do as I like, get up at noon if I want...oh, no my back wouldn't allow that...
eat when and where I want...no again, diet and bank account decide that...'more Romain noodles, dear???'
wear my jammies all day...no again, as I got to go out to the road to get the mail and my boobs need some serious support, all day swinging in the breeze is a recipe for back problems.

Well crap, maybe 'free spirit' is just in my mind. I would love to be that person, the successfully thin, beautiful, talented, superstar of stage and screen, loved by millions, America's sweetheart and Saundra Bullocks main competition, woman in my fantasies. But I guess I've got to be who I am...middle aged white woman with purple hair (don't ask) wandering around wal-mart looking for a good deal on doggie chew toys and clearance toothpaste.

What time is it? Reality time, but I'm cool with that too. Saundra, you can sleep well tonight.

sophie again

big lady is out doin sumptin called garage sale shoppin so i got a chance to get back on the 'puter. how y'all been? things here are gud

for those of you that dint no, i got promoted...i am now vice perzident of the queen g company. not sure what that means, it sure dont mean more cookies, chew toys or trips in da car, thats for sure. but i am running a give away on the big ladies fan page so stop by and put yer name in on the discussion page. at the end of the month i am gonna pick a winner...how cool is that...

as long as i am at it, can i ask you all some questions? so many things confuse me and i cant seem to get an answer out of big lady...here goes

why do i have to stay off the bed when that yello cat thing gets to go whereever it wants

why cant i roll in the grass on that squishy stuff in the yard

why does my name change when i sneek out without my leash and who is jezus h krist anyway

why is big dog afraid of storms and how does peeing all over the house help

what does it mean to get fixed...am i broken

how can i convince big lady to take me for rides once in a while, and not to that man who is always poking me and stickin things up my butt...

anyway, i hop you all can answer some of these questions and feel free to ask me some, maybe i can help dont forget to go to the queen g fan page and enter the give away there may be a cookie in it for me

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Queen-G-designs/327874400438?ref=ts

not inspired!

The Queen has not been very inspired to write lately, and for that I am very sorry. maybe things are going so well that I don't have any reason to whine...or maybe I am just lazy (that's where my money is) or maybe there isn't anything interesting to write about.

Oh, lots of things have happened, birthday came and went without so much as a whimper, Fez finished school with flying colors, tornado destroyed my home town...you know, same ole, same ole...nuttin to see here, move it along.

But the simple fact is I am lazy. Really.

Sitting here gluing things together is about as ambitious as I get. And now I need more glue and can't pony up the interest to go to Wal-freaks on parade-mart to get more. Dinner, meh...I'll fix sumptin' edible...hopefully.

Laundry, let me know when you are on those last pair of tore up used to be whitey, no longer tighty's and I might manage to toss some in the washer...what??? dried on the same day? Dang! Who the heck do you think you are Donald Trump???

Vacuum? Dust, yeah right...how 'bout I open the doors and windows and wait for a good strong breeze...or I can get creative and use the leaf blower.

I do manage to get dressed most days, and slap some make up on, just so I don't freak out the gas station guy, again. I even get my hair combed, but really favor the 'just got out of bed' look...it works for me.

Nope, lazy...bone lazy...my latest thing is downloading audio books so I don't have to read. That's pretty dang lazy if you ask me.

So, sorry about taking so long to write a new blog post, I may get better, may not..whatever...unless I get some inspiration or something really, really pisses me off. (wanna bet what happens first?)

Friendship

My favorite word, friendship. I cherish my friends so much! They send me snarky emails and tolerate my constant begging to view my Etsy shop. They write me long letters and short tweets, they show up at funerals and parties...they come and dig rocks from my yard and dress up in funny costumes for no apparent reason...they get tattoos with me and never comment on my hair...(or weight or shoes or clothes or...)They may even be related to me.

Friends are the glue that holds your brains in place...they keep you sane and make you nuts at the same time, they give you a reason to think twice about that tube top or make you try sushi...the first time you got drunk was probably with friends.

It may be years since you last talked to your friend, but connect with them and its like no time has passed. Facebook is wonderful for that! And the Friends I am connecting with now are so cool and funny and deep and witty and kind and lovely...who knew???

So, no cheese, no sappy sentiment, no crap...my friends, you all rock! My old Friends who I ran home to catch Dark Shadows with to my new friends I am finding thru the Internet, you all know who you are and you all rock!

more hearts with wings

Hearts with wings are my new icon. I have a tattoo of a heart with a band-aid and would consider getting the wings added someday soon but for right now I will enjoy this new pin.

What does it mean to me? Donno...my heart can fly...'mount up on wings of Eagles' as the scripture says, chicken heart??? Probably a bit of all. Everything doesn't have to have a meaning. Once, a long while back I was getting 'consoling' (and that is a very loose description of what was going on there) for pain management and my 'person who wrote crap down' wanted me to have my tattoo altered. 'You need to remove the band-aid and replace it with something more uplifting, more appropriate to being healed, like a rose'...I dumped the person and kept the tattoo.

Sometimes things are just things. No deep meaning, no hidden agenda...I am not mourning my lost time by using clockworks in most of my pieces. I don't long for a more simple time by using antique parts, and I certainly don't look for a connection to the past using vintage buttons...I just like the stuff...and hope you do too.

what I would rather do

One of my latest creations, made from a barrette, a button and an antique earring. Maybe it looks like I have just sat down with a pile of stuff and glues it together, (cuz that's what I did) but it involves a lot more...and its the 'more' that I would rather be doing.

I'm not much of a photographer, and my computer skills amount to me cussing a blue streak and then re-booting. I really felt sorry for my photoshop teacher as he was happily discussing vectors and I was still trying to turn on my computer. I don't want to junk my mind up with any more useless knowledge, thank you.

So when the world economy dictated I 'start my own business' (yeah, right) I had to get a camera and fire up the photoshop...took 6 months to post my first item. Its not what I want to do.

I want to sit happily in a room somewhere gluing weird items together in new and interesting ways. I want to wake up excited because the neighborhood church is having a rummage sale. I want to spend my days in antique malls and flea markets. Instead, I am promoting the shop and trying to figure out my next move...consignment stores, home parties, wholesale??? ugh.

I want to have people buy my lovely stuff and vindicate the life choice I have made...(or to put another way...support my junking habit) I don't want to hammer people all day long...if my stuff were able to be mass produced, I would be hawking it to wholesalers, but its not...and frankly that would take the joy away too.

So, I divide my time in looking, making, promoting, and hoping...

And somewhere along the line I actually sell a piece or two and it makes it all worth while.

Captian Obvious to the rescue

Thanks to Popzarra for this image...my hero!

It was a long weekend and apparently a full moon to boot. I spent the time trying to entertain myself while the Mr. worked and my FEZ went to the prom. What to do, what to do, what to do...go hang around large groups of ignorant people, always good for some laughs! I kept notes!

To the lady trying to pass off the Channel bag: A) I highly doubt you would pay the kind of money that purse would cost and schlep it around with your nasty-azz tore up GAP hoodie and too short of sweats...the diaper bag was a nice touch tho. B) you can't buy class, no matter what the guy at the flea market told you.

To the mom(?) who continued to pick up and give back the pacifier to the 5 month old in the BBQ joint...this place is essentially a bar, the floor is a septic tank and you are an idiot...

To the waitress at the BBQ joint...oh no, you did not just pick up that same pacifier and hand it to the baby...

To the goth wanna-be with the nose ring, black finger nail polish, skull tattoo and eyeliner...I appreciate your angst and your attempt at being cool, and we all need a job, but you may need to re-think working at the ice cream parlor.

To the chatty clerk at the 'MAJOR DEPARTMENT STORE' (no names please!) exactly how long am I suppose to stand here within your eyesight while you are talking with your friends about the wedding you were in this weekend...10, 15 minutes...is there a chart somewhere???

To the ladies at the Goodwill...its the GOODWILL...don't try to talk the workers there into a discount because it has a stain...

But to the cashier at the Goodwill, you rock, you just stood there and let her ramble on and on and never even flinched...I would have pounded her head like a Chinese gong.

Maybe the its me, maybe I need to re-think my priorities or my prescriptions...one or the other. Maybe I need to become one with my fellow man and get Zen with my surroundings. Maybe some Yoga, or bio-feedback, or Prozac...or maybe just maybe its not me at all and I am surrounded by idiots...Save me Capt. Obvious, save me!