In Just Over a Week...

I'm gonna be saying this:




















I guess I'll find out for realz if 40 is the new 30.

Happy Thanksgiving, all!

Fryday

As I was searching for designs and paperwork for the latest freelance I'm doing, I came across this little piece of stoopid:






















I think I drew it the week after I got kicked out of the last Fight Crew vs. Sirens game.

I've Been Remiss...

I've been remiss in two areas on this-here blog.

One is providing proof that I indeed dressed like Nurse Ratchett for Halloween. So here ya go, me and Suzy Snakeyes in our respective costumes while announcing for the Angel City Derby Girls:




















As you can see, the front of my hair didn't reach epic height proportions. Oh well!



And hey! A doodle!















I may work on it later to flesh it out more. I may not.




I, or uh, Tara got paid a helluva compliment the other day by one of the Derby Dolls' ref crew, Beth Penalty:

Tarametrics gave me arthritis.

NOT... as a matter of Fact.. I never knew I had arthritis until I did Tarametrics.

Did Tarametrics give me arthritis? of course not. But I went to the
doctor after Tarametrics (my arms hurt for, like, three months...) and found
out I have arthritis ( _http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psoriatic_arthritis_
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psoriatic_arthritis) )

so, basically. Tarametrics cures cancer. that's all i'm saying.
basically. you can Substitute Tara Armov for Chuck Norris on all of those Chuck
Norris facts....

Tara Armov's #1 Export is Pain.

When the Boogeyman goes to bed each night, he checks his closet for Tara Armov.

Tara Armov can kill two stones with one bird.

When Tara Armov does a pushup, she isn't lifting herself up, she's
pushing the earth down.

Tara Armov doesn't wear a watch, SHE decides what time it is.

Tara Armov can slam a revolving door.

Tara Armov doesn't get frost bite. Tara Armov bites frost.

Beth and I once saw Tara Armov cure a blind man just by being next to
him, but the first and last thing that blind man ever saw was her smashing
into him with a hip check that sent him into orbit dot com.

That is some funny sh!t! Someday I hope to meet Chuck Norris so that we can destroy the world.

Sandra Homemaker

To un-depress myself after yesterday's CRAPACIOUS day, I'll yap about what I did on Thursday.

It was our 14th wedding anniversary. I had no idea what to get for the Dear Husband since he goes out and buys stuff for himself all the time, so around Monday or so I decided to do something that the poor boy never gets: dinner cooked at home. I decided to add to the fun by dressing up like a housewife, too.

Luckily I found a site that loves all things vintage, The Fedora Lounge. I stumbled upon it while I was trying to find a way to pull off the whole Nurse Ratchett hairdo for Halloween. There I researched the best way to do my hair. This is what happens when I do pincurls:




















Holy crap do I look old! I'm asking for botox for my birthday!


I then had to figure out what exactly I was going to cook. It's not that I can't cook, I'm just horribly inexperienced. I happened to have a cookbook at home, and after thumbing through it about a hundred times, decided on chicken cacciatore. I've never had chicken cacciatore before in my life, but I wasn't going to let that stop me, and it looked fairly easy.

I did the smart thing and did a quick search on the internet about chicken cacciatore, and before I even started I found vays to customize the recipe I had so that it would rock out loud. Of course, with Italian cooking it's easy...when in doubt, just add more garlic.

When the DH left for work, he mentioned something about going for sushi for dinner. I acted noncommittal and told him to call me before he came home. As soon as he left, I sprang into action.

Sort of.

I went for a beach skate to get my exercise for the day out of the way. Then I sat around and goofed off on the internet, then went shopping for foodstuffs.

After setting my hair, I got to cooking. Did dessert first(an apple crisp thing that was merely an excuse to get ice cream to put on top of it). Then started on the main course.

I mentioned the part where the DH was supposed to call before he came home, right? Well, he didn't.

I hadn't even started on the pasta portion of dinner when I heard his motorcycle roar up the driveway. Dammit. I ran off to get my shoes(high heels, no less) while he put the bike away. I step back into the kitchen to check on the food, and I see the DH staring at me from the garage, looking in through the kitchen window. He looked...confused.

But I guess that isn't surprising when he sees THIS in his kitchen:




















Poor bastard.

I handed him a Cosmopolitan when he got inside(which I have been told by the derby's art department that Cosmos are totally gay drinks. I don't agree, and it's my house, my anniversary, so there!) and got back to finishing cooking. The DH HAD to get a photo:





















And finally, dinner is served:















Yes, we sat at the dining table like grownups and everything!

The DH claimed that he liked it. Of course, if he didn't, he would've faced dire consequences!

There, blogging about this has cheered me up. It doesn't hurt that I've been watching the WFTDA Nationals on the internet and have been almost keeping up with what's going on with that. Wish I was there, but that's OK.

Not Happy

I'm having One of Those Days.

I can't work, because I can't figure out how to unzip stuff from the ftp site that has all the designs and voicetrack that I need to get to work. Oh, and I can't print the script from Adobe Reader.

I can't upload the magnificent photos of me looking like a girl for my anniversary, because the printer that I plug the camera chip into has decided to not work. The other camera that also has photos has mysteriously disappeared from the dining table.

Oh, and I was supposed to psychically figure out that I'd have these problems before the Dear Husband left for work today.

I'm fucking pissed, because there's other stuff That I Can't Talk About going on, too.

I want to run away from home.

I'm out of step. Out of sync. Out of the loop. Out of the office. Out of touch. Out to lunch. Out of my mind.

AHAHAHHAHA!!!

I mentioned the fucking MURAL that the scamps who do the Derby Dolls video/sound production did of me, right?

Well, I finally got the Dear Husband to take some photos:


Mural in progress last month:
















And a wider shot:




















Last night was the Derby Dolls season championships. I was planning on being a drunken spectator for the game, but the Sirens asked me at the last minute to be their team manager, as their regular manager was sick. I was happy to oblige, and so I got to look like a demented cop:







































Too bad I didn't wear my captain's hat in the above photos, though I did during the game.


Like last year, the game came down to the final jam. The Sirens held a slim lead, but the Tough Cookies managed to squeak out five points to win the game by 2 POINTS.

It.

Was.

INSANE.

Both teams did an incredible job, and I can't wait to see how awesome everyone will be next season.

I had a blast being a team manager, and had a bigger blast seeing the stunned reactions of fellow skaters and fans when I stomped through the Dollhouse in blue. And I managed to not get thrown out of the game, because I think we all know by now that if there was a way for a non-skater to get thrown out, I'd be the one to do it!

My Stars!

Remember this cartoon?



The big red character therein was alternately called "Rudolph" or "Gossamer". When I was working on Pinky & the Brain the whole studio store craze was in full swing, and at the time the WB stores had some great watches. I found one with Bugs and Gossamer, bought it right away, and wore it almost all the time for ten years.

Then I lost it two years ago.

I pretty much stopped wearing a watch after that. It wasn't because I didn't have other watches...I have a nice little Mickey Mouse watch from when I was in high school. Then there's the glow-in-the-dark Pinky & the Brain watch. And the Soviet Navy watch(that's kinda broken after I threw it against a wall in an absolute rage). The 2nd place watch I'd occasionally wear when I wanted to "dress up" is a square-faced solo Bugs Bunny.

But none of them were like the Bugs Bunny/Gossamer watch. It was me.

I'd torn the house apart several times over the past two years searching for the damned thing. No luck. Cursing violently didn't seem to help. I racked my brain trying to remember the last time I'd worn it...I narrowed it down to the team photo shoot we did for the Derby Dolls calendar two years ago. But since the watch was in the pictures, it must've survived the shoot. See photo evidence below, on my right wrist:
















Or not, since I didn't have the watch.

So I was resigned to never having as cool a watch as that again.

Until Monday.

The Dear Husband decided to switch our cable and internet service from the local cable company to our phone company. So we had to do some major cleaning and rearranging of some of our stuff so that the installation dudes can replace the cable boxes, etc.

I was cleaning out some old VHS tapes that were under the table that the tv sits on in the den when...voila! THE WATCH REAPPEARED!

It was partially in an empty VHS box, it had some cat piss on it, but IT WAS BACK!

I cleaned it up and took it to get a fresh battery yesterday. Ahhhhhh, I feel like a small piece of me is back, as stupid as that sounds.

Now if I can only get the rest of my life organized and in place...

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