The rain makes me lonely, makes me miss dougie and makes me miss aloura and abra. Its like every night is just silent when you hang out with it, but, when it rains its like the night is feeling and expressing and talking to you.provokes thought that id rather avoid obviously. Ok so much for that little emotional breakage
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Sunday, September 30, 2012
Shabby Memory Wire Bracelets
A simple way to make memory wire amazing. I know i have always bought memory wire only to have it sit there, in the bead box for months. This is a simple beaded bracelet on memory wire. I have made it look, shabby, couture, unique and so hand made with some ribbon, tim holtz safety pins and a dangle.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Long Beach Parking Co-op, My idea
I want to open a Parking Co-op in Long Beach, Ca. Here is my story and the obvious reason i want to begin this long over due help for the residents of a city that i lived in for only two months.
I made a move in December to Long Beach to get out of a choice i had made in August that left me with awful roommates in San Clemente. I had never lived in the LBC before but a friend of a friend had an apt she was renting out and i took it blindly, knowing this was only a temporary stay. ATTENTION RESIDENTS LONG BEACH CITY PARKING will TOW and IMPOUND your car for 5 unpaid parking tickets within 21 DAYS@@@@!! YES 21 days, not 30! But 21! Turns out the LBC has a severe parking problem. A problem that is decades old. They have chosen to profit from a game of parking rules and hidden agendas in which you are subjected to playing without any notification or choice. The parking is nonexistent in comparison to the population that lives here and that is precisely how they want it. Long Beach has found a way to weasel in street sweeping 4 days a week in a small residential block! The last major set up is sometimes the most frustrating when you have been driving around for two hours and still are with out a place to park your car. There is non red curbs that have been designated for motorcycle parking only. Out of the 45 days i lived here possessing a vehicle i saw a bike utilizing these spaces at the most 5 times. There is roughly 15 of these spots that surround my apartments directly and they are left mostly empty every night and day. How sick this place has made me knowing that they want you to fall into their parking citation trap. From every angle it is apparent that this city wants you to get tickets, lots of them. How much of this cities funds are earned this way? This city does not want to build its people a parking garage or find a solution to leaving its mostly student, low income or disabled population without a vehicle. Am i the first to see that with this huge amount of revenue they earn every single day, not one dime has been spent on bettering the problem. BUILD A PARKING GARAGE VULTURES~ i went out to get in my car on a Friday and my car was gone. It had to have been stolen? I called the cops and they came to take a report. An hour later the cop called me back and proceeds to inform me that my car had been impounded for parking citations. Not until my car was towed did i know anything about this sick scam they pull off. An instant $397 plus $48 each day its in impound on $250 in tickets. By the time i could call on Monday I owed these people $700.... EVERY night my life was consumed with parking. Driving laps with my 5 year old daughter. Thinking to myself over and over again WHEN THERE IS NO WHERE TO PARK what are you supposed to do? I moved here on December 15th 2011 and my car was towed on Jan 27 2012 I had racked up 13 tickets in 45 days, i would park in a motorcycle spot (not red) take my daughter upstairs, lock the door behind me and by the time i got back down would have another ticket... your powerless. They need to provide every single person driving into this city the simple truth that if you come to long beach and want to park your car make sure your ready for hell The Wednesday after my car was taken my BB alarm buzzed. It was the day i had scheduled myself to go see a judge and ask for community service for my 13 tickets. And to also ask the court personally how a city could leave such a depressing, life robbing problem all on the backs of its residents. Who knew? Bye car.
Now, my idea
I want to have a website that allows members to register their cars and needed information. From that point they can schedule leaving and arriving times, ahead of time or last minute if available. this the site will match your search and connect you with a neighbor who is scheduled to leave the exact time you are pulling into town to park. You must give up a space to sign up to receive spaces. A resident will be alerted that their space is needed and will wait for the allotted maximum time until the receiving member arrives. My idea is maybe a 5 minute gap of possibly sitting in the car waiting. Which is heaven in comparison to the hours most people look for parking. Residents will also be able to warn other members if they have forgot about a street sweeper. In Long Beach their is a Sweeper 4 days a week. You will be able to punch in a license plate and bring up the vehicle owners number and send them a text. Your daily PIF.
This website will be specifically for the residents of the LBC. A place where people can possibly break free from the hell of the parking situation there. I hope to keep it going to other cities in the US that also have to deal with the nightmare. Next will be Los Angeles
Friday, June 08, 2012
The Landlord from Hell
A quick recap of a long story. Why I lived in HB for 4 months in 2011, then packed up and moved again.
This landlord had a "gifrlfriend" with a 5 yr old blind daughter. I took her to church with me and really tried to be a "light" in her world, informing her that there is so much help out there for her and she does not have to feel stuck. I also sparked a Jesus light in her that "caused" the 56 yr old mamas boy landlord to quickly snap on me.
By May he was making my life and Justices world, complete chaos. This guy never has held a job in his life and rented out the house he grew up in for his retired mother He dealt drugs and turned his childhood home into the neighborhood outcast, all while his eldery mother was clueless living on a farm in utah.
It began with him entering our side of the house the second both my roommate and I were gone be gone. Every time I came home something was messed with, broken, gone through. The details are beyond sick and I knew from the day he began his harrassment I was taking him to court. I took pictures. It got to a point that my roommate or I always hed to be there, i was driven to insanity coming home and scanning the room looking for his next hit. The worst thing he did, hands down, was poor urine on my bed. Yes, i have proof.
He wanted me out but had no reason to kick me out so he stalked me. Bullied me and my daughter into pure fear. All the while im sick (not knowing it yet though) from mold poisoning in our bathroom. I would have stayed and sued him while still living in the home but had to get out bc the mold was making me crazier then his actions and both together left me unable to think clearly. While packing to get out of this house, Justice was pulled from school. Unable to attend bc of the "budget" issue.
to be cont....
March 2011 - Eviction (yuck, but i learn alot)
I move
into a small motel until I find a perfect, long term home for justice.
My worst fear was having to keep moving her around. I wanted to find a
spot we would be at for a long time. Where she could start school or a
place we would be until mommy finally gets married.
April to August 2011-
I
move to HB in april 2011, a huge beautiful house on Newland and Hamilton that was divided into
4. I rented out the whole front bottom of the house and shared the
kitchen with the woman that lived in the front
upstairs. She was the best roommate anyone could ask for and the space
available to us was beyond perfect.
I
was unaware of the history of the "landlord" who lived upstairs in the
back of the house. Things seemed a bit odd and once moved in I found
out what was really going on. The house had been raided 2 weeks prior
to me moving in. He was dealing drugs and was now fighting a case on
some crazy serious charges. All this I found out by researching bc of
my suspicions. This landlord had a "gifrlfriend" with a 5 yr old blind daughter. I took her to church with me and really tried to be a "light" in her world, informing her that there is so much help out there for her and she does not have to feel stuck. I also sparked a Jesus light in her that "caused" the 56 yr old mamas boy landlord to quickly snap on me.
By May he was making my life and Justices world, complete chaos. This guy never has held a job in his life and rented out the house he grew up in for his retired mother He dealt drugs and turned his childhood home into the neighborhood outcast, all while his eldery mother was clueless living on a farm in utah.
It began with him entering our side of the house the second both my roommate and I were gone be gone. Every time I came home something was messed with, broken, gone through. The details are beyond sick and I knew from the day he began his harrassment I was taking him to court. I took pictures. It got to a point that my roommate or I always hed to be there, i was driven to insanity coming home and scanning the room looking for his next hit. The worst thing he did, hands down, was poor urine on my bed. Yes, i have proof.
He wanted me out but had no reason to kick me out so he stalked me. Bullied me and my daughter into pure fear. All the while im sick (not knowing it yet though) from mold poisoning in our bathroom. I would have stayed and sued him while still living in the home but had to get out bc the mold was making me crazier then his actions and both together left me unable to think clearly. While packing to get out of this house, Justice was pulled from school. Unable to attend bc of the "budget" issue.
to be cont....
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Graffiti Baby Pieces on canvas
Huge canvas made for Maddy's first birthday.
Made with
Spray Paint
Acrylics
Paper
Mod Podge
Chip Board
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Graffiti Scraps "To Celebrate a Teacher"
I had purchased this circus paper awhile back, it was vintage looking and so cute. But Justice will never go to the circus, i dont agree with their treatment of the animals.
The idea of a circus though reminds me of Las Vegas when i was a kid. Circus Circus on the strip! Now that is a guilt free, no harm done kind of circus.
For a scrapbook what could represent a circus other then the crapola BB everyone knows? what in everyday life reminds us of a circus?
Traffic? lol, no scraps themed to being stuck on the 405 at rush hour for sure@!
A CLASSROOM!! Especially a PRESCHOOL classroom!
and there you have my new book designed to celebrate the teachers that deal with the rugrats every single work day M-F.
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"The best Teacher ever" |
"We were unsure, now we know" |
Decorated Garden Tins "punk rock tins"
You can buy these roses and the tins to glue them on in my shop on Artfire
I started ordering wholesale resin roses a couple years ago, i then decided to order tins. I thought how sweet it would be to have a garden of roses atop a tin. Say a tea bag tin, a tiny pill tin or maybe a tin for on top of your desk at the office. I liked them when i was done, but, something was not quite right. They were just mediocre. Not spectacular. I had the tools it just took a year of staring at the bland things for me to go at it and make them truly Punk Rock! Gorgeous? Vintage lace and trimming. Cabochons and now two sizes of pretty roses. Every spot decorated and every tin lined with a perfect hand made flower.
How cute would these be for an Easter basket? omg
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Vintage soap epherma
How funny it was to see this photo representing "soap" in a vintage children's encyclopedia. Where is the body wash and scrubbies?
tee hee
Scrubbies give me pimples anywho. who needs em.
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