Snafu on Blogger Caused By Schwarzenegger?

i can't comment, or respond to comments, on my blogs!
and i can't comment on other's blogs!
this has been going on for weeks, ever since i posted about Arnold Schwarzenegger's snafu.
do you think he has the power to control blogger and mess with my account?
or maybe because i spelled his name wrong?
will this post come through?
how do i fix this mess?
any suggestions?

Schwartzenegger Snafu

so. breaking bad news in California. arnold schwartzenegger fathered a child with the household help ten years back. a long kept secret now revealed. i hope that lovely maria shriver leaves him, i really do. men who have done that don't deserve to be stood beside.

not only did he mess around, he lied for ten years. but the worst part is the abuse of power. the mistress was in his employ. did she wan't to say no?

some wise man once said, when you cheat, you're not just cheating on your wife - you're cheating on your children's mother. that is sobering. how mean can you get? be honest at least, and get the divorce first. because that will eventually happen.

by the way, SNAFU stands for, "situation normal, all f---ed up." and no, i probably wouldn't write this had i not just heard, had i not been still angry, and had i not just consumed a bracing Irish Whisky. be that as it may...

Squirrel Therapy

easy. you go to the park and watch the baby squirrels. you feel better.

but today the baby squirrels are not out because the lawn was mowed and watered and a big machine dug out those little plugs of earth that look like goose poop. lots of ruckus on your rooftop makes you stay inside and hide. and reminds me that the reason i went to the park for squirrel therapy was to escape the dread fact that my home will soon be having evil-landlord-inspired pounding and drilling deconstruction/reconstruction of wooden staircase just outside my kitchen window where i attempt to write my next novel and though it will most likely be ignored and rejected i still treasure the hope of otherwise.

so no baby squirrels and no feeling better.

except then i saw a blind man tapping along. and how would i describe the honeysuckle flowers if he were to ask me. and i would ask him if he ever had sight. and i would say the flowers are small, one inch long, and they are white but then turn yellow and yellow is the color of warmth, of the sun, and lemons.

Zen Abstract or Pure Hell?

so, i got an abstract painting of mine, entitled "Zen Window," into a juried show! at the reception, i spot an older woman intently examining my work and bio, and whispering to her husband. wow! a possible sale?

so i sidle up behind them and mumble, "love it or hate it?"

'I don't understand it," she says, angrily, in a German accent.

"well, it's an abstract," i say, taken aback, "it's emotion, a feeling."

another woman walks by and says, "you painted this? it's beautiful!"

at this, critic woman actually rolls her eyes and makes a prune mouth! obviously she has never been near ZEN in her long life. yet me, silly me, still trying to be kind, explain that many artists move beyond the figural into abstract.

"I know," she spits out, "I'm an artist, I paint abstracts, and I never get into these shows." ah ha, so that's it. and, people pleaser that i am, ask gently if she ever comes to the museum gatherings where people share their work. "I did once. I didn't get anything out of it." oh well, nice to meet you, Ingrid," I say, and beat a hasty yet long past due retreat...

now why, flighty person that i am, could i have not been drawn, like a moth to a flame, to the woman who loved my work, rather than a moth drawn to...well...poo? another artistic mystery!

(and now, oops, i uploaded the wrong painting. and i don't know how to undo it. but at least it isn't abstract!)

Laughing Gas or Peyote?

The Gentle Art of Dental Arts

so i finally tried laughing gas. at the long dreaded dentist. started to time travel, like near death, and maybe hallucinate a little, so my brain just said "think of it as a peyote ceremony." huh? never had that either.

the dentist behind my head seemed anti-social. so i looked on YELP when i got home to read his reviews. one said, "this man either hates his job or all mankind." ayeee!

figures, after the months of dread i'd get "mr. charm" assigned to me by insurance. but laughing gas helps, inspite of a hangover later.

"see you in two weeks for the other side," he said and walked out.

i have two weeks to find a new dentist, or else...what? medical marijuana? peyote?

I Try Sci-Fi?

I'm trying a new genre. Check out my sci-fi story, "Invasion Of Love," in progress on my sister blog, if you care to. I welcome your comments and critiques. Thanks for reading and responding. All of you keep me going!
http://howoprahsavedmylife.blogspot.com

Springtime at the San Diego Zoo

There is a new baby hippo at the zoo. Haven't been up to see him as we've had high wind and unseasonable cold in paradise. A half-dozen empty semi-trucks blew over on the freeways yesterday, and a few huge eucalyptus trees tore from the ground.

Can't complain though, as the rest of the USA is covered in snow drifts and ice, and it did get into the eighties in San Diego last week. The ornamental pear and Linden trees are already blooming in Balboa Park. The flowers of the Linden smell like English breakfast tea with lemon and honey. Heavenly.

Last time we went to the San Diego Zoo we saw a keeper talk on meerkats, and got to pet one! I never imagined years ago while watching "Meerkat Manor," that I would one day pet an actual meerkat. Her fur felt more like a Jack Russell Terrier's than a cats - smooth and stiff, rather than soft.

Another recent animal escape. While walking through Balboa Park, I spotted baby bunnies actually playing with baby squirrels. Leapfrogging over each other! Wish I would have had my video camera to prove it. As well as to document, a few moments later, an entire small bush of blooming spring flowers trembling violently then suddenly disappearing into the earth - sucked down by a ground squirrel into his home.

Perhaps he was entertaining guests later?

Brief Hiatus from Synchronicity

Hi Synchronicity fans. Please visit my sister blog, HowOprahSavedMyLife. And please follow me there too, if you haven't already.

Love, Angelstar.

http://howoprahsavedmylife.blogspot.com/

Budget Travel San Diego - Cheap Eats

Cheap Eats in San Diego?

Last night we met friends for dinner at O'Hungry's, a locals hangout in Old Town San Diego, home of the $5 dinner. Comfort food of the chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes, veggies, and homemade roll variety. They also have a soup and salad bar under $8. Sweet. (http://www.ohungrys.com/)

The house band, called Union Street, containing fellow Irish-persons Mike and Laura, became new friends. Mike mentioned he played for two years with Carly of American Idol fame, at The Field, our favorite Gaslamp District bar. (The entire bar, lock, stock and barstool, came over from Ireland to be reassembled in San Diego. Very cool.)

The Field sports the best Guinness pour in town, and happy-hour half-price garlic fries, sausage rolls, fish & chips, etc. Free appetizers on Friday evenings, too. (http://thefield.com/)

Also, San Diego's weather forecast call for 7o's and sunny all week. So come on "over the pond" and join us for a pint!

Happy Bird-day To Me!

January 6th, Epiphany

for my birthday i went to the purebred pigeon show. it was splendid! i adore birds. even pigeons. they are beautiful. when i first married my husband he called them sky rats and it hurt my feelings. (he's from NY.)

later in the day we saw this sunset in Del Mar. i felt like the sky, and God, were smiling on my birthday.

we also saw whales very far away, migrating and blowing spray. O happy day...

what is your favorite birthday memory?