Happy Halloween!

Free Kill

Robert Indiana, Die, 1962

I saw this painting and immediately thought of my landlord.

If you had one free kill in life, who would it be?

Sally Gall

Sally Gall

Sally Gall, Between Worlds, 1997

Sally Gall, Safe Distance, 1997

Sally Gall, Visitation, 1997

Sally Gall, Geometry Lesson, 1997

Sally Gall, Residue of a Dream, 1997

Sally Gall, Tannah Lot, 1997

Sally Gall, Bruges, 1986

Sally Gall, Mondanock, 1991

Sally Gall, Sunflowers Chinon, 1990

Sally Gall, Tampaksring, 1988

Sally Gall, Rio Botanical Garden 3, 1993

Sally Gall, Rio Botanical Garden, 1988

Sally Gall, Loire, 1986

Sally Gall

Road Trip

I am heading off on a road trip to northern California for a few days. 

I will catch up with you folks next week! :)

Dumb

Viking Hat

So stupid.  But if you like it, here is a link: Viking Hat

Massage This

Are you down with massages?  

A friend of mine gets massages all the time, and she has found a masseuse that makes housecalls (!!!!!).  My friend slowly but surely convinced me that I should try it.  So....I  had my first massage this weekend.  EEE.  I have issues.  A lot of issues.  I was nervous.  My friend gave me a rundown of exactly what to expect,  so I was kind of prepared.  A beer or two later, and I thought I was relaxed and ready.  Then the masseuse showed up and SHE WAS PRETTY.  With a rockin' body.  I had pictured her as stout Russian from the cold-war era, and when a young, gorgeous Latina minx with a hot bod showed up, my reluctance returned in full bloom. Bleh.  I did NOT want to get naked for HER!  HAHAHAHAH!  Seeing as I promised my friend that I would try it,  I figured I just had to do it.  I told  the masseuse that I had never had a massage before, that I was nervous, and to please forgive me if I was stiff and tense for the massage.  She was sweet and understanding (and not super chatty -- thank GAWD), and she went to work on me.  A couple of areas hurt me badly, and I ending up yelping in pain.  I think that was when we both realized that I was a SENSITIVE SALLY and that I could only handle light to medium pressure.  She did a great job, and she steered completely clear of my jankified ankle (sprained 1.5 years ago, and that fucker refuses to heal properly.  I am afraid to go to the doctor, as I think they will want to amputate it.  LOL? Yikes.). 

The most awkward moment of the whole massage was when I had to roll over from my stomach to my back. BLEH.  All I could picture was a MANATEE rolling over when I tried to make that move gracefully.  AWFUL.  I am slapping my head just imagining how awkward I looked.  Argh!

I'd be lying if I didn't say I was tense for some of the massage, but I made it through the whole thing.  Did I mention I have issues?!  Big time.  But at least I can scratch massage off of my to-do list.  Done.  Might do it again.  Might not.

Anywhoo, I was relieved that she didn't say any of the following things to me at any point during my session:

MY, WHAT BIG THIGHS YOU HAVE.

MY, WHAT A BIG ASS YOU HAVE.

RELAX!  RELAX!  I SAID, RELAX!!!! (This is what I get from the dentist, as I tend to sit ramrod stiff in the dentist chair -- almost like I am sitting in an electric chair awaiting execution.)

I was a little disappointed that she didn't say any of the following things to me at any point during my session:

DO YOU EXFOLIATE REGULARLY?  YOUR SKIN IS SO SOFT AND SCRUMPTIOUS.

YOU LOOK BETTER NAKED THAN YOU DO WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON.

YOU ARE SO FUN AND SWEET AND LIKABLE THAT YOU GET 50% OFF.  

Sigh.

Do you like massages?  Do they freak you out?  Do they make you uncomfortable?  Or am I the only freak here?!  Yes, I realize that the whole point of a massage is to relax and feel good, but I guess that  it just isn't easy for me to get naked in front of a complete stranger, lay there prone and exposed with eyes closed, and hope they don't do anything horrendous!   [Hmm.  A scary killer masseuse or masseur would be an excellent premise for a horror movie.  EEE!].

Jewelry Storage

I am forever on the prowl for new jewelry (affordable jewelry -- sadly I am not a rich girl).  A few recent acquisitions sent me scrambling for more jewelry storage options, as I must have over a couple hundred pieces of jewelry by now. Er, jewelry is kind of an obsession! I found this Umbra Tuck Multi-Box Jewelry Storage, and I love it.  Perfect for jewelry storage!  Small, simple, tidy, super design, and AFFORDABLE!  YAY!

As far as jewelry is concerned, vintage costume jewelry is my favorite.  I have many beautiful pieces from grandmothers that I will cherish forever.  And I am not so fond of thrift store shopping, except when it comes to sniffing about for vintage jewelry [patience is not my forte, and it is much easier to scour the jewelry case in a thrift store for choice items, rather than picking through racks and racks of stinky clothing that might or might not fit]. 

I am trying to think where I got all of the rings above, and these are some of the sources if you are interested:

Gilt
Hautelook
Nordstrom
Rue la la
Sherman Oaks Antique Mall (My new favorite source! Thanks to Maegan for the tip on this rad place!!!)
Sundance
and about a hundred other sources!

While I'm on the topic of jewelry, I'd like to give a big hearty, sloppy thank you to my jewelry sponsors:

Diamond Stud Earrings
Minimosaic
Pretty Gold Ring

Please contact me at drollgirlmail@gmail.com if you are interested in becoming a sponsor. :)

Side note: Someday I'd like my jewelry collection to look like this, but I guess I won't hold my breath. LOL

Oh!  Oh!  One more thing! There is a jewelry giveaway at downandoutchic! Check it!

Happy Friday!

BHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!

Circa 1988, a few older female co-workers dragged me to a male strip show. It was horrendous. Unbeknownst to me, one of my "friends" waved a $20 behind my head, and a male stripper came over and gave me the royal treatment. It was horrendous. MORTIFYING. I must have turned twenty shades of red. 

After the show, we were all a little buzzed, and laughing and laughing as we headed out to the parking lot to go home.  There were tons of "regular" dudes waiting in the parking lot --  dudes just lingering around hoping to pick up horny chicks that had just seen a male strip show.  What a joke.  One of them happened to be a male co-worker of mine, and he raised his eyebrows when he saw me.  I did the same when I saw him.  Ridiculous.  I am not sure which one of us was more embarrassed.

Cave Dwellings

For the most part, I like life in the big city.

But every now and again I wish I could run away, and cave life sounds like it would be a nice change of pace. :)

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Well, as long as I had all of the amenities like running water, electricity, DSL, etc., plus a hunky man by my side to take care of any bats, wild animals, and/or creepy crawlies.