Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 37
Sign: Sagittarius
City: Porterville
State: California
Country: US
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Friday, October 23, 2009
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One thing you have to understand about artists is that they typically are regular people like you and me. In fact, if you were to see them out and about you wouldn’t even realize what passion and creativity lies within them. Having said that, let’s start the introductions with 40 year old Helen Acosta who teaches in the Communication Department at Bakersfield College. Regular job, right? However let’s add a few more things to her resume. When she’s not busy with her “day job” her and her husband produce and direct plays. As if that’s not enough, she also makes time for her art. Helen has been working with a new media each year for the past three years and is still struggling to find her own style. She began with computer graphic art then moved to watercolors and recently started working with canvas. Even though she hasn’t quite found her “style” it’s definitely not something she’s discouraged about. In fact, when asked what the best compliment she’s ever received Helen commented, “I like it when people tell me my work is unique. I had a friend tell me that he saw one of my pieces, didn’t know it was mine but, since it was so different from anything else in the show it must have been mine. He got a little closer and, sure enough, the tag said it was.” Helen says about her favorite colors to work with,"I love deep, rich color: blues and greens together, oranges and purples, bright pink and red tones together. But I also love to work tone-on-tone. Lately I've enjoyed working with multicolored metal leaf and finding ways to bring the colors of the leaf into my work." ——————— ——————— ——————— ——————— ——————— —– Former English teacher Susan Reep didn’t have it easy growing up with a former painting professor as a father. So when he told her that her art was REALLY good she didn’t only consider it a compliment, but a challenge. Susan states, “I have a lot of ground to make up, having started so late with no formal training.” See, Susan doesn’t want to just be remembered as the daughter who’s father’s paintings hang in museums everywhere, including the Smithsonian. Or the daughter of the man who’sbeen featured in a video about WWII artists. She wants to be known for her own art. When asked if there was a specific one she’d like to be known for she said, “So far, a collage named Blue Moon, which is hanging in my show at the Metro Gallery, is the work that springs to mind. It represents so much personal about me. It also came together quickly and just as I had envisioned, and that doesn’t often happen. The art takes on it’s own life sometimes but this one behaved. To me, it’s a balance of serenity and solitude, adventurousness and openness, and the unexpected which is pretty much my personality. At least according to me. Others may have a different opinion.” Susan lives by what Chinese artist Liu Chun-Hau says when he explains feelings and reactions to art work, “Artistic creation is not mere decoration. The artist has to convey his inspiration to others while allowing them freedom of interpretation.”
——————— ——————— ——————— —- When Micky Piercy was working on her art piece titled, “The Crucifixion of Mother Earth” she never realized how controversial it was going to become. But when asked which art work she’d like to be known for (and why) it’s the first piece that came to mind. “It’s my latest piece for the local all female show Burn the Witch IV, and one that caused a slight controversy here in Bakersfield for some individuals who thought it offensive. These persons decided to take it down from display and put it in the bathroom causing some damage to the piece in the process. Even still I took the piece home, repaired it and had it back in time for the press preview and the show. I wanted those other artist to know that even though we may not always be understood we can still be the better person,” she explains. Micky says, "If you want to find something to do think outside the box and make it happen for you. There's loads to do if you use your imagination and stop waiting for something exciting to happen." ------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------- *This is the second blog post in the Burn The Witch series. This year’s celebration of female creativity will be held at “Metro Special Events at Westchester” 2801 F Street, Bakersfield. -Opening Reception (YOU MISSED IT): October 17 from three to seven pm; five dollars at the door: Food, wine, live entertainment! -Closing Reception: Halloween Party October 31; from three to seven pm; five dollars at the door: Food, wine, live entertainment, games, costume contest, and an art raffle to benefit BECA, and The Alliance Against Family Violence and Sexual Assault.
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
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What is Burn The Witch: Burn The Witch is an annual all-female artist show held in Bakersfield, Ca. Founded by local artist, Jen Raven, this is the show’s 4th year. Originally held at The Empty Space theatre & gallery on Oak Street. A Little History: One year I decided to help promote the very unknown, very underground arts show called Burn The Witch trhough my blog. I started this thing called a “Twinkielicious Field Trip.” Basically, I’d use my blog to invite other bloggers/readers to join me at certain art shows. I’d bribe them with goody bags that Matt from Bakotopia.com and Bakotopia Magazine would hook me up with. A bunch of T-shirts, CD’s and other bakotopia.com booty. A Twinkielicious Field Trip to a Bakersfield production of Hair I always got a good response and had a lot of fun. We were a fun group! I’d buy witches hats and we’d wear them to the show even though the show really had nothing to do WITH witches. A Twinkielicious Field Trip to Burn The Witch It was more of a metaphor about how strong independent women have been treated in the past and so it was their way to poke fun at that. At least that’s what it used to be. This year it meant way more than that. This year a group of people that were offended by the name and some of the art decided to Burn. THE. Witch. Regardless, the show must go on right? And in true strong women form, they rallied it up and got past it and they got on with their show. The next few blogs are going to be featuring these strong women and hopefully get you a little insight about them and then maybe? Just maybe… you’ll want to go check out the HOTTEST SHOW IN BAKERSFIELD right now! This year’s celebration of female creativity will be held at “Metro Special Events at Westchester” 2801 F Street, Bakersfield.
-Opening Reception (YOU MISSED IT): October 17 from three to seven pm; five dollars at the door: Food, wine, live entertainment! -Closing Reception: Halloween Party October 31; from three to seven pm; five dollars at the door: Food, wine, live entertainment, games, costume contest, and an art raffle to benefit BECA, and The Alliance Against Family Violence and Sexual Assault. This is an art piece that I bought at last year's Burn The Witch
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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this was the first puppy we ever had. Isn't she adorable?
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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Monday, October 19, 2009
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Tuesday, September 01, 2009
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| Yup, three years ago I decided blogging was a good venue for me to gab away without annoying my real life friends. I figured if I just typed it, and it was boring, you could walk away. Unlike when you're talking to somebody and you're boring, they have to sit and pretend they just got a bad case of diarriah so that they could politely excuse themselves from the conversation.
Since then, I have developed quite the following. I even wonBakersfield Blogger of the Year once!
So anyways, like any good, narcissistic blogger that I am, I have made up a wish list in case you feel inclined to buy me something to help celebrate my bloggaversery. hee hee hee.
BUY ME GIFTS HERE |
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Friday, June 19, 2009
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What do you want to be doing when you die? Click here and find out what makes me happiest... (I wanna die doing what makes me happy) http://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/Also, should you change what or who you are around your family? give me your opinion!
And last but not least... are you asshole? Or an apphole? check out my blog and tell me what you are!
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Thursday, April 09, 2009
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Read my funny yet very honest rant about public restroom etiquette. Then leave me your horror stories through email or post them here:
http://www.masbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Twinkie/43472
(my horror stories include pubic hairs that look like they belong to Sasquatch on the toilet seats.. oh you think that is gross? There's more. So click on the link and read.)
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Friday, March 27, 2009
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Every review I’ve read about Lost In America, Memoires of a Maverick by Joe Tetro warns you that’s it’s explicit in nature or not for the weak. In fact, to quote a book reviewer: “Lost in America: Memoirs of a Maverick is Joe Tetro in the naked light of his psyche and without apology. This is a big novel of some 688 pages, divided into twelve chapters that take the reader for a ride of rough and ready adventure through the author’s vision of America. The book is not a light-hearted read; in fact one should get ready for some downright confrontation of the soul. There is no price listed on this book, which makes me suspect that it is self-published—but hey, So was Walt Whitman. I suggest Joe Tetro’s great “Kerouac-inspired adventure” only to those who can handle it … In other words, if you’re weak in the gut, skip it.” I personally found it more like refreshing and honest rather than “explicit in nature.” I mean sure he talks about his sexual encounters as an early teen and how didn’t realize what exactly he was supposed to do with “it” and definitely didn’t realize he was supposed to “get to the finish.” Later, he finally realizes what sex is all about. And “finishes” plenty. In fact, during his later travels he has many sexual encounters with prostitutes throughout the world and isn’t shy about giving details. But let’s rewind here for a second and start from the beginning. Joe’s life at home as a child can be described as not the best home environment. His dad? Hard working but shows his kids no emotions other than rage when he feels they don’t perform up his expectations. In fact, one could probably say that Joe’s dad tried very hard to beat the soul out of him because he sensed that Joe was different. And he didn’t like different. What type of differences? Well, for one, in Mr. Tetro’s mind there was a certain class of people, where white meant superior and poor meant lesser than. Joe never quite understood this theory and it tortured him, even as a small child. “In time, I came to the conclusion that such opinions weren’t based on anything, but simply reflected the “central position”. i.e., the illusion that I, and all that’s mine-my nation, my race, my culture, my religion, and my ways-are at the center of reality in a way that those of others are not. In other words, the central position is the ethnic, self congratulatory feeling that ‘we and our ways’ are superior to ‘them and their ways.’” This wasn’t all. There are many other of his dad’s views in life that Joe didn’t agree with and so he had to learn to hold it all in and “pretend” to be normal. “The first modality was the learned, enforced, and skin deep one that was comfortable to the culture around me; the second modality was a surrogate, inner retreat into myself, where I could dream and believe that I would never conform to society’s beliefs and ways of looking at life.” In Lost In America, Memoirs of a Maverick, Joe Tetro dares take us on this journey we call life through his nonconformist eyes. It’s a very open, honest and soul searching story in which the author doesn’t believe in holding back. We go through every stage of his life and witness different events that shaped him or broke him. And how he bounced back every time. If you’re ready to take this journey with him then I suggest you go pick up a copy of his book at Russo’s Bookstore at the Marketplace this Saturday, March 28th at noon where he will be on location available for pictures and book signing.
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Friday, March 13, 2009
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
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Hey everyone. I'm placing a Mary Kay order tomorrow so if anybody needs anything please leave me a private message with your phone number and I'll call you. Free shipping and I do take credit cards. Thanks! to see the new and exciting products click here: www.marykay.comAlso, if you have a specific skin care need just ask!
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Monday, March 09, 2009
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Ain’t No Thing But A Chicken Wing! I’d recently been shopping and had this totally cute outfit I was waiting for a chance to wear. It was dressy enough for work yet casual enough to go to Happy Hour afterwards. So one morning I got up, put on my totally cute and slightly sexy outfit and got ready for work. - Everything went perfectly. I looked HOT. My hair was just right. My makeup was fantastic! I’d had enough sleep the night before so I didn’t have those dreaded bags under my eyes. Do you ever have those days? Where your confidence levels are just where they need to be? Maybe even higher? - When I got to work I got a few compliments from my corworkers. So of course.. my ego started growing. I mean, I KNEW I looked good, but they just confirmed it. Yeah, baby. I KNOW I got it going on! As I was leaving to run a few errands for work another coworker took one look at my hotness and said, “You look great today!” - I thought, “Yeah I know…Eat your heart out!” but responded with a quick “Thank you” and a huge smile. -EGO INFLATED… Then I walked into the main office. There, the office girls were eating hot wings. They asked if I wanted one. I said, “SURE!” I made some small talk, ate my hot wing, picked up the deposit and their mail and took off to run my errands. I went to drop off some contracts at a few of the local finance companies, and got some looks from the girls, and smiles from the guys. Oooooh yeah, you know you like what you see! I went to the Post Office and I got a few of the same “looks.” from the girls. - Whatever bitches…you’re just jealous. A few more stops and I started feeling uncomfortable. Damn! I like attention as much as the next girl, but this is ridiculous. The guys wouldn’t take their eyes off of me and had what I was convinced was a creepy stalker smile on their face. Yuck. It was TOO MUCH attention. - And the girls…. I mean, could you beeeeeeeeee more obvious with the stares? MY GOD! They would automatically stop what they were doing, run to the closest girl and say something in their ear while staring at me and giggle. I thought to myself.. Can somebody say, “JEALOUSY?” “I need to tone down my sexiness for work,” I thought to myself. “I’m liable to get jumped by these haters. Or hit on by these dirty old men!” I was barely 21, you see, so anything over 25 was old. Yeah, I was that full of myself back then. My last stop was the bank and as soon as I walk in my teller friend pulls me to side quickly and says, … “OH MY GOD, Norma… do you realize you have a huge ass piece of chicken skin on your SHIRT?” -Ego? Deflated… read more blog entries like this one by clicking here: http://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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A young lady wearing dirty old jeans and a flannel shirt walks across the street from the Tav Cam and stands by my desk for what seems like at least five minutes. I think she’s with one of the salespeople so I don’t bother asking if she needs help. Then I figure she needs to use the restroom, or get some water from our water cooler, or even ask me for money. That happens a lot. I keep on working.
Minutes later I realize she’s still just standing there. She looks kind of lost so I ask if I can be of service. She ignores me. Typical. I get that a lot. Or at least I THOUGHT she was ignoring me. About 30 to 45 seconds later, she sloooooooooowly turns her head towards me. It seems like an eternity before she finally turns all the way around to face me. When she finally does, she slowly opens her mouth to speak. It seems like a another five minutes before any words come out. With a blank look on her face she says, “Can I use your phone?” Oh oh, this can’t be good. An eerie feeling comes over me as I wonder what’s going on.
I don’t let ANYBODY use my phone. I once let somebody use my phone and the mouthpiece stunk like Cheetos for hours after that. I even I wiped it down with an alcohol wipe. But the smell just wouldn’t go away.
Does SHE have Cheeto breath? Do I let her use the phone? Find out by clicking here: http://somebodystolemytwin....kie.wordpress.com/2009/02/....25/second-chances-part-one..../
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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I am a big wuss when it comes to scary movies. I have never understood how scaring the hell out oneself can be considered pleasurable? I don’t enjoy it. I tense up. My heart beats fast. I feel like I can’t breathe. My neck hurts, and I get a headache from being so tense. How is that fun? But my husband LOVES them. So one date night, a long, looong time ago… we compromised. I would watch a scary movie with him, only if he watched a chick flick with me. Well, I couldn’t get through it. I freaked out and decided, “you go ahead and finished the movie, and I’ll go take a long hot shower to calm my nerves.” I was afraid to be upstairs by myself but I didn’t want to admit it to him. I took a deep breath and started walking slowly. I could feel someone’s presence lurking in the shadows. I started imagining somebody following me. My mind started playing tricks on me. I could feel evil breathing over me. Every corner in the house was an opportunity for someone to attack. I kept telling myself it was all in my mind. And my husband was there to protect me. I had nothing to worry about, right? And still, I couldn’t shake the feeling. Once I was in the shower, that eerie feeling did NOT go away. In fact, it got worse. I felt someone staring at me, so I freaked out. “Dammit, Norma, it’s all in your head. Stop it,” I thought to myself. I had shampoo in my eyes, so I couldn’t open them for a bit to verify. Of course, that freaked me out even more. When I finally washed the shampoo out I opened my eyes, and there was a face (my husband… )staring at me in this evil looking stare. I screamed! Then I started crying and crying and crying and I couldn’t stop. He felt so bad. Sorta… in between his laughter he felt bad. But he couldn’t stop laughing. The more he laughed the more I cried. The more I cried, the more he laughed. I finished my shower and got dressed. All the while I’m still bawling. Or like Oprah Winfrey calls it, I was “crying ugly”. He’s only made me cry like that one other time which I will be writing about soon. But for now, have you ever played a prank on someone and it went horribly wrong? Or has someone played a joke on you and you didn’t take it very well? Please share your experiences here. *you can read stories like this and more by clicking here:https://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/
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Monday, February 23, 2009
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Take a trip down memory lane with me and revisit The Summer I Killed My Best Friend: http://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/the-summer-i-killed-my-best-friend/ Also, a few Baby Kevin-isms here: when he asked me if I'd ever been in love with a stripper: http://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/2009/02/17/have-you-ever-been-in-love-with-a-stripper/ when he asked me if I fell in love with daddy "at first sight" http://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/2009/02/18/love-at-first-sight/ when he asked me if I'd still be in love with daddy if he was a french fry: http://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/2009/02/20/if-daddy-was-a-french-fry/ when he said something else that was funny: http://somebodystolemytwinkie.wordpress.com/2009/02/23/the-un-american-idol/ anyways.. it's my blog site. Tell me what you think! Leave me a comment! It's easy! Just scroll down to the comment box, type your comment, type your name or nickname, your email address and whalaaa. you're done! click submit!
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