Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 99
Sign: Sagittarius
City: Fairbanks
State: Alaska
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/11/2006
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November 6, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Life
This took place 3 years ago……………………..*****Long Blog Alert***** This was originally a 2 part blog. You might need a coffee break.
Also, let us all send a prayer or thought to our Jim. He was at Fort Hood yesterday and on lockdown during the tragedy . Luckily he wasn't in the violence, but being there was certainly upsetting.
NUT was pissed. The shade of lipstick she had worn for years had been discontinued. Probably only the women out there can appreciate what a tragedy this is. NUT had wasted too much money in her younger years trying to find the perfect shade. This particular shade was a perfect blend between pink and peach. How would she ever find such a thing again?
When in doubt over these type situations, NUT calls up Daughter Nut. Daughter Nut is an expert in the beauty department and takes great joy trying to change her mother as much as possible. Each trip up from La La Land, she has a mission to change NUT’s dress or hair to the latest "Young Mother" on some TV show. Daughter Nut once again informs her mother she needs to go to Macy’s and get the “good” lipstick and stop trying to find it in Long’s or Rite Aid.
For some reason, Daughter Nut finally got through to her. The next day found NUT at the one of the fancy make-up counters at the local Macy’s. This was quite an occasion because it meant NUT had to transport herself to the mall, something she avoided at all costs. She hated all the crowds and also had the terrible habit of running into former parents or students. Yep, NUT was proud of herself for just the fact she was standing there.
Can I help you?
NUT stares into the face of a young woman, maybe 25. NUT‘s first feeling was nervous. She didn’t feel comfortable at a make-up counter. She wished she was back at Long’s. But, they had discontinued her lipstick, so she was stuck. However, Make-Up Girl had very kind eyes and seemed to understand NUT didn’t feel very comfortable. Funny how just one glance at the woman's eyes and NUT figured out all of this. She had a knack about it and was rarely wrong.
Uhhhhhhh, I’m looking for some lipstick.
The girl asks NUT to take a seat. She immediately got even more nervous. This was where she saw people sitting who “had their make-up done.” NUT wasn’t interested in that. Every person walking by took a gander at the person sitting at the counter, usually when they had no make up on at all. However, Make-Up Girl smiled and assured NUT she could find the right shade she was looking for. It wouldn’t take long.
NUT sits down and realizes she is at the Estee Lauder counter. That reassured her a bit. She knew this make-up was good stuff, but certainly not the most expensive. NUT congratulated herself and went on to describe the color she wanted. She had also brought along a visual. The last shred of the old lipstick was shown to further illustrate the specific color NUT desperately needed.
The next 15 minutes are spent putting various lipsticks on NUT’s hands. She goes through both hands and was starting to wonder if she would need her feet, when a shade looked like it had potential. That shade got put on her lips. The girl put it on for NUT and NUT had to admit it felt good.
One peek in the mirror and NUT is sold. This was as close as she was going to get to her required pink/peach. Before NUT can say she wanted to buy two, Make-Up Girl is saying how much nicer the lipstick would be if she could just put on some foundation on NUT. NUT didn’t know how to get out of it, so soon she is sitting there, having make-up put on her face. After she was done, NUT was so impressed she bought the foundation, too. She was sure this stuff soaked up her wrinkles better. She evidently had come at the exact right time to discover all of these wonderful beauty secrets from Make-Up Girl.
You should sign up for a free make-over.
Hello? What was Make-Up Girl saying now? Make-over? Now NUT had seen the make-over’s done on Oprah & always wondered what they would be like. Would they change everything about her or just mess with her face? She wasn’t so sure she wanted her hair messed with. But this girl seemed so nice. Maybe if she was the one doing it…….
Ummmmmmm, tell me more about it.
The make-over would be the coming Saturday. The big shots from Estee Lauder were coming to town specially to do these make-over’s all day. It was the chance of a lifetime according to Make-Up Girl. These people really knew what they were doing. They were supposedly the Super Stars of the make-up world and the whole store was excited they had come to such a smaller store.
NUT had to think about this. It was the middle of the summer and she had no plans to speak of. She was challenging herself to do new things. A make-over would certainly count towards that. NUT also realized sitting in this chair at the make-up station wasn’t bad after all. Hardly any people were out and about. And the ones who were virtually ignored NUT and Make-Up Girl.
Well, sign me up. If you recommend it, I’m sure it will be worthwhile.
NUT walks out of Macy’s with 2 new lipsticks and some great wrinkle soaking foundation. She has gone from buying all her make-up at Long’s to the luxury of Macy’s. Now she has signed up for a make-over. All of this was definitely out of the NUT Comfort Zone. But, what could possibly go wrong?
NUT wakes up Saturday morning a bit nervous, but excited. She was having her very first make-over. Lord knew what she was going to look like by the end of the day. Perhaps she should make plans to go out that night to show off her new looks? She would take a wait and see on it and then decide.
Macy’s is very busy as NUT enters the store. She had not calculated this. Funny, the store wasn’t crowded last Tuesday. NUT was disgusted with herself. Now there would be more people walking by the make-up counter. Oh well, she was here. Might as well go for it.
NUT walks up to the make-up counter she was at on Tuesday. It seems strangely quiet. Where are all the other people?
Can I help you?
It is an official looking lady with enough make-up on to fill a MAC truck. NUT wanted to say she was here for a make-over, but didn’t want any part of what this woman had going on. Instead she just informed her she had a 2:00 appointment.
Sign your name here, and go through those doors.
NUT glances in the direction the woman was pointing to. It was the entrance to the mall.
But that isn’t even in the store. Are you sure? That is in the middle of the mall.
Unfortunately the woman was sure. It, in fact, was right at the inside entrance to the mall. A big booth was set up. All kinds of mirrors, chairs, lights and whatnot was newly set up. It looked like a beauty parlor set up in a fish bowl. With huge lights.
It was at this point NUT had a serious conversation with herself.
You don’t have to go. These aren’t what you were expecting and have the right to take a pass at this point. None of this current situation was in the original rules. She didn't have to get out of her comfort zone thissss far.
But I was looking forward to seeing the new NUT. The old NUT would turn around and leave. The new NUT is trying to do new things and branch out. The conversation continued in NUT's brain for a bit.............
NUT took a deep breath and walked over to the table to give a very glamorous looking woman her name. Damned if the lady didn't look like a movie star.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, come with me.
She walks me over to a booth on the edge of the tent. Great, everyone can get their best view of me here. Brother, why couldn’t she have chosen another chair?
Steven will be right with you.
What did she say? A man was going to do NUT’s makeup? NUT didn’t like strange men touching her. Now what was she going to do? Damn that new NUT and her self improvement notions.
Hellllooooooo Darling!
Standing before NUT was the gayest looking man she had ever seen. His voice was high pitched, he had on more jewelry than NUT has ever thought of wearing, and was dressed head to foot in pink. Even pink shoes. NUT calmed down a bit. She wasn’t at all sure this person could be put in the MAN category. She guessed he could touch her. But only her face.
Steven asks NUT all kinds of questions, most concerning how NUT cleaned her skin. She was stupid and told him the truth. You see, way back when Star Jones was still on The View, they had a beauty segment on. Star informed everyone present that she used diaper baby wipes to clean her skin and take off make-up. Say what you may about Star, but you have to agree her skin always looks good. She swore they were incredible. It made so much sense to NUT that she went out the very next day and bought them. Star was right. Best beauty product NUT had ever bought.
Well, Steven didn’t agree with Star or NUT. He couldn’t believe his ears and kept repeating, “Don’t you deserve to treat yourself better than diaper wipes?”
NUT felt embarrassed. She agreed she deserved better, but they seemed to be doing a good job for her. Yes, bring on the stuff I deserve.
For the next 45 minutes, NUT’s face is exfoliated, cleaned, buffed, and astringent, moisturized, creamed up, and patted dry. NUT gets anxious. She had hoped this would be a make-up session. So far that entire she could see was about 15 bottles and jars of all the stuff she should be putting on her face.
As all the products were put off and on NUT’s face, Steven told NUT his life story of woe. But from his perspective, he had a fairy tale ending. He got to travel all over the country doing what he enjoyed, and picking up hot men in each new port of call. He really was fun for NUT to listen to.
Finally, Steven gets out the make-up. NUT couldn’t see what he was doing, but assumed he was doing a good job. She had her eyes closed for a good portion of the time, just in case a student she knew walked by.
You can open your eyes. Look in the mirror.
Staring at NUT must have been a Japanese Empress. Her face was nothing short of white. She had glitter all over her eyelids with dark, dark eyeliner surrounding the perimeter of her eyes, and bright candy apple red lipstick. NUT would have screamed in terror except she didn’t want to divert anyone’s attention to her.
Good lord, how could Steven think this looked good? With her blond hair, NUT felt like an idiot trying to pretend she was Asian.
Ahhhhhhhhh, thanks.
No problem. Now I will put all of these products I used on you in this basket.
Fine, whatever.
Steven leads me to this table, gave me a heartfelt hug and tells me he wished I was a man. NUT was tempted to tell him people on MySpace had once accused her of this, but decided to leave well enough alone.
Now NUT all along was aware she would be expected to buy something. So the whole time sitting there, she was trying to figure out the cheapest way to get out of there. One of the moisturizers was forty bucks. She could swing that.
Before she could get the jar out of the basket another glamorous looking, wishes she was Asian type sits down and introduces herself as Tiffany. Right before NUT’s eyes, she is taking out each item and starting to punch numbers and letters into a little mobile laptop set-up.
WTF was going on here? NUT’s heart just about stopped. Did they expect her to buy all of these products for having a make-over? They couldn’t be serious. NUT did a quick mental calculation on just some of the products she knew the prices of. They added up to over a thousand bucks!!! Who had money like that to buy beauty products with?
NUT grabs the woman’s hand as she reached again into the basket. While she didn’t usually touch strangers, she felt like something drastic needed to occur before things got too gnarly.
Miss, I think Steven misunderstood; I will not be buying every product in this basket. I will buy one moisturizer.
Big wide eyes look back at me.
Really? Are you sure? These are incredible beauty products.
Before NUT really lost it she nodded her head. She was frightened if she said anything she would be arrested on the spot. As she is nodding, NUT is getting out her Macy’s card. The girl suggests which moisturizer would be the best. Naturally it was the most expensive one. NUT was warn down and just took it. She signed her name and was out the door in record time.
As she was driving home, she reviewed the whole terrible experience from beginning to end. Had NUT done something wrong? Why did they think she wanted to look Asian? She looked down at her nice black cargo pants and pale pink sleeveless sweater. Surely her clothes didn’t scream this out. And what about that whole buying situation? Did they do that to everyone? Just assume people would buy ALL of those products because they thought they were supposed to for the make-over. NUT felt sorry for the people who had been suckered into buying bogus beauty products they didn’t even want in the first place. The experience sure opened up NUT’s eyes to a whole new world. She had no idea some people went to such great expenses with all of their beauty creams.
When NUT got home, she got out her trusty diaper wipes and washed every spec of make-up off her face. She tried out the miracle face cream but thought her Oil of Olay felt better. She looked up into the mirror.
I think I will stay this way for awhile. If those are beauty experts, NUT wants no part of them.
Post Note:
The following week NUT found herself in Long’s. As she was strolling down the make-up area looking for some bubble bath, what does she see? Yep, there was the lipstick she adored. It had been restacked finally. The sales girl said it had never been removed. Long live Crystal Cut Coral! NUT bought 3 right then and there.
Nutsville Assignment:
Ladies: What beauty product could you not live without?
Men: Ever been coerced into buying something you didn’t want?
NUT
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November 5, 2009 - Thursday
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Current mood:  busy
Category: Life
It is a Thursday two weeks ago.
NUT had an exhausting and trying day with the 4th graders. Just as she was considering becoming a 4th grade teacher, the little ones turned on her. The excitement level for Halloween had already kicked in. This was not a good situation at all! Worse yet, they got all the grown up 5th graders pulled into it. How dare they gang up on her like this! Halloween wasn’t even within shouting distance yet……
In the middle of a math lesson a rambunctious little boy raised his hand. NUT naturally thought it was regarding the lesson so called on the young man. After all, NUT prided herself on making her lessons as fascinating as can be.
I’m going to be a Devil for Halloween.
NUT looks at the child incredulous. What the freak does this have to do with long division? NUT is also thinking if he is busy considering his possible array of costumes he most likely was not paying a bit of attention to her glorious math lesson. However, she had to give Mom Kudos for type casting her son…………..
Ahhhhhhhhh, try to concentrate on the screen. Long division is going to be on the Benchmark Test coming up.
NUT understands he will do no such thing and now all the students would be thinking about Halloween for the remainder of the lesson. In fact, the rest of the day would be a constant battle. NUT glanced sadly at the calendar and realized she had her work cut out for her the next two weeks. She didn’t understand this about 4th graders and it certainly hadn’t been on the contract. She would be re-thinking the grade level change request. These 4th graders were a completely different animal than her usual 5th graders.
It also made for a miserable afternoon sitting in a Torture Chamber ahead….. She was too damned drained to deal with the minutia about to occur. NUT couldn’t remember what they were going to be conversing about. Principal Nut had figured out a long time back not to hand out the agendas until AT THE MEETING. No sense giving the Type A Bitches extra time to plan an argument.
NUT rethought the stack of papers she had saved to correct during the Torture Chamber. They were looking sadly on the corner of her desk. NUT’s patience was gone and along with that, her brain seemed to be fried. NUT kindly told the papers she was reconsidering their company.
NUT looked at her laptop and made an instant decision; she would play a game while listening to the gobbledygook today. She needed a break and could certainly double or triple task. Yep, that was the deal today! Play and listen at the same time. Her Solitaire game could use some improving, after all.
NUT arrives to the meeting a few minutes early to get the only padded seat in the library. Since everyone was now aware of NUT’s Fibromyalgia they would most likely save it for her, but NUT believed in being safe and sure. Having a cushion to sit on made an incredible difference to her pain level when sitting down for any length of time.
Just as NUT was settled down the usual characters arrived; already talking a mile a minute. Principal Nut had four papers to hand out and they were spread out on the front table. NUT rolled her eyes because that would surely add 5 minutes to the torture chamber. As each paper is taken one person is inquiring to the other, “Gee, what do you think this is about?” NUT is thinking to shut the F up so we can find out already. Grab each paper and sit down already!!! People, this is not brain surgery.
After everyone is finally seated the principal starts up.
The first agenda item is the counselor had been cut from the school because of the budget. The discussion starts to fly around the room in outrage. The Queen Type A Bitch wants another copy of the district budget to see for herself. She convinces Type A Two they would go over to the district office the next day after school. They were both sure they could find more money. (They didn’t)
NUT takes the information in and thinks the superintendent made a brilliant decision. NUT never recommended kids to the school counselor because after a few conversations with the old lady, NUT determined she was indeed off her rocker. One has to be VERY careful with picking a counselor…..most all of them started out crazy and now want to help people feel normal like they do at that moment of their life.
Next on the agenda is one of the three schools in the district has lodged a complaint they think upper grades have more yard duty time. NUT thought about this for a second. She was always in the mood for less yard duty but it seemed pretty darn fair to her. Half hour discussion on yard duty and the result is one minute less each day at the end of the day duty. STUPID. After school we aren’t “off” until all the kids had been picked up. We are responsible for the safety of the children until they leave campus. Was someone planning on contacting all the parents who were already late picking up their kids each day? The whole thing made not a bit of sense. OK kids, fend for yourself, my last minute is up.
A few more agenda items were discussed and then came NUT’S favorite item……….MORE.
MORE was known to take a solid hour in just itself. Disposable diapers were one of the extreme famous MORE conversations. This MORE would leave NUT shaken and upset.
A very shy and drop dead gorgeous kindergarten teacher raised her hand. She only worked part time but somehow lucked out having the auspicious day the torture chambers were held. Obviously she was young and naïve.
DDG had flowing long blond hair, was thin with big violet eyes. NUT thought she looked better the previous year when she actually had a stunning figure. This year she almost had a hollow quality and looked hungry. NUT hoped she hadn’t developed an eating disorder. All that considered, this young woman rarely said a thing during a torture Chamber. NUT wasn’t really sure what her voice sounded like. Our school was built on purpose so the Kindergarten World was set apart from the rest of the trouble-makers. Seeing her hand up was very unusual.
Ummmmm, I was just told that a boy in my class had H1N1 last week. Why wasn’t I told as soon as it happened and why haven’t the parents in my class been told?
Silence.
All heads turned first in unison to the Kindergarten Teacher and then spun to Principal Nut.
We had a H1N1 case and no one had said a word to the staff, let alone the parents? Swine Flu had already made its appearance at the Children Factory? Even the Queen Type A Bitch didn’t know this?
Principal Nut started on and on about the new rules for Swine Flu. Evidently these new rules came from above and went all the way to the disease control joint in the nation. The people in charge have informed the schools NOT to notify parents each time there is a case of H1N1 so as not to create a panic. Evidently this included the teachers who worked with the kids every single day in the trenches. Since I first wrote this, it is obviously wrong information. Not only are parents informed in other places, they have been closing schools.)
As you can imagine, NUT wasn’t the only one who was upset with this new information and directives. Maybe she had already been exposed to the H1N1 and not been told? This was really upsetting. Shouldn’t the teacher know when her students had this new sickness? What about the parents in the school? Don’t they have the right to know?
It went back and forth for another 45 minutes. The shy kindergarten teacher went out in tears. She felt her kindergarten parents needed to be told and wouldn‘t back down. It was like she was more upset about the parent part than herself being exposed. NUT really felt for her.
NUT had long ago shut the laptop and voiced her opinion. She felt it was her right to be told. It was incredulous to her this was even an issue. In fact, NUT was pissed. She was taking as many precautions as she could, but it would still be nice to know what was going on in her own classroom. Weren’t teachers told when a child came down with chicken pox?
Principal Nut simply wasn’t listening to any of it. What she was telling her teachers came from the superintendent. There simply would not be any announcement about the H1N1/Swine Flu situation. Parents would remain clueless and teachers could just shut up about the whole thing.
We have been told to tell you to assume you have one to two children in your class at anytime with the Swine Flu. The reason for this is you probably do or soon will. It would be redundant to tell you of each case. Telling you officially would not make a bit of difference.
NUT ponders this. It wouldn’t make any difference?
NUT stewed all night. Mr. Nut was every bit as mad and worried as NUT was. It was a night not much sleeping took place in the Nut House. Both felt teachers should be notified if there was a case of Swine Flu in his/her classroom.
The following morning NUT arrived early at the Children Factory. Queen Secretary was just arriving, too. She often arrived way before her normal paid hours just to catch up on things. The woman was a saint in NUT’s book.
NUT informs Queen Secretary about the Torture Chamber conversation and how upset everyone had been. Ends up Queen Secretary didn’t agree with the mandates either. She was immediately concerned she knew information the teachers in the trenches didn’t even know.
Have I had a child in my classroom with Swine Flu yet? Joe Blow was out for a week. Is that what he had?
No, you haven’t had any cases in your class. I WILL tell you if you do, though. I think you should know.
After NUT profusely thanks Queen Secretary. The woman was amazing and such a good friend.
Almost as an afterthought NUT inquires how many cases of Swine Flu had actually been at the school so far.
Ten.
TEN???? OMG. And no one knew about this; teachers, custodians, aides, let alone the parents of kids at the school?
Unbelievable.
NUT proceeded to tell every teacher she could find that new information.
And I wrote this blog. Just because you might not have heard about cases of H1N1 at your child’s school doesn’t necessarily mean there hasn’t been.
Nutsville Class Assignment:
What do you make of this? Do you agree with me that the teacher should know? What about all the parents in the school? Do you want to be informed if your child is in a classroom where Swine Flu has been diagnosed?
Post Note:
There is a big change in our local media, too. Whereas last spring each local case was reported, no such thing is going on now. The newspaper touches on Swine Flu and it popping up but never mentions the schools involved. Certainly there is no total given out. I guess the government is telling the powers that be not to report each case so as not to start a mad flee and panic?
NUT
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November 4, 2009 - Wednesday
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Current mood:  fabulous
Category: Life
I know a lot of you are interested in the neighborhood I live in. This is a chance for you to get a feel of why I adore living here and also why hundreds of children with their parents come each Halloween.
The neighborhood was built shortly after Mr. Mc Donald built his Pollyanna House. Some are mansions, some are smaller homes, but they all have lots of personality and are unique.
Each Halloween they block off the street to make the Nightmare in Disneyland type of thing. I took pictures shortly before the sun went down so you don't really get an idea of what it looked like with all the orange, purple, pink, yellow, etc. lights.
 That is a real grandpa sitting there. He was busy directing the building and decorating. Very cute guy and said Howdy as I walked by.
I'm going to be writing a blog about this mansion someday. It actually WAS a haunted house up until 3 years ago.
 For the regulars here, this is the house that hangs the Upside Down Christmas Tree each year.
 This is a menu. The owners of this place were giving away mini hamburgers.
That man was still putting the finishing touches on his graveyard. I told him it looked great, which he appreciated.
 Some more random shots of great houses.
   Each year this guy has cars on his lawn. There are never the same monsters in them, though..... They had an incredible sound system playing Michael Jackson music.
  Of course, it is all in the details to really scare a person. This casket popped open with a scary guy inside. The man was practicing the pulley system when I was taking a picture and almost dropped my camera.
   This hangman was just outside next to the street. When you walked by, it yelled at you and moved. I really don't know what house it belonged to, but it was pretty scary.
 That sign says, "You're Finished."
 
This was my favorite. Whoever lives here has a great sense of humor. It was all about giving out their own special brew of flu shots............
   This house had all sorts of carnival games set up on the front porch area. You can't see it but there were a million little orange lights. I bet it was gorgeous at night.
 This guy had a DJ and everything. He was already spinning as I walked by.
This house was giving out mini hot dogs! I don't think you can really see how scary this window was, but I tried. I can't imagine what it looked like at night......
 Tomorrow will be a brand new Torture Chamber Blog. You don't want to miss it.
Nutsville Class Assignment:Did you have a favorite decorated house or especially like to move into one of them?
NUT(Rozie and I are both happy Halloween is over for the year....)
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October 30, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  crazy
Category: Life
Hi Everyone!
This really isn't a blog today because I'm not going to have time to respond to comments. I just wanted to wish all of you a wonderful Halloween Weekend.
If you hear a scream about 3:00 PST, it is NUT yelling in pure joy this week is over!!!
Happy Halloween!
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October 29, 2009 - Thursday
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Current mood:  awake
Category: Life
Around the block and down the street from the Nut House is probably the most famous house our town has to boast about. It has always been called by local folks “The Mc Donald Mansion.” Its true name is Mableton.
Mableton has been through a lot since it was first built in the 19th century. At its worse while still habitable, it was a commune in the 60’s.
In the 70’s a doctor bought it and tried fixing it up as best he could with the available funds. It was a mess, though. Someone would need a million 70's dollars to fix it up. Sadly during this remodel a fire started and the house was deemed ruined.
The house takes up a full block in the neighborhood. It was horrible to see happen. I remember driving by it to get to a cemetery Mr. Nut and I would go to make out in. I always made him stop to gaze at it and wonder if it would ever be livable again. It was always sad for me to see such an amazing mansion half burned and boarded up. Needless to say Mr. Nut was anxious to get to the cemetery....
Sometime during all of this going on, Walt Disney found out from Alfred Hitchcock about Mableton. Hitchcock had filmed a home down the street in “Shadow of a Doubt.” He thought Mableton would be the perfect home to center his new film in.
“Pollyanna” was filmed at Mableton during one of the times it was looking its best. The film company fixed up the outside of the house with a new and much needed paint job. There are pictures of the making of that movie all over town if you know where to look. It was a huge excitement here and it made the fire even more devastating.
Even before I moved into this neighborhood, the house fascinated me. I love history and prefer older homes to new ones. And this particular house had such a dramatic history! I wasn’t the only one following its life story as most people of our town hated to see it destroyed.
To live close to something so historic and famous was a dream come true.
The year before we moved into the Nut House, Mableton was for sale. Whoever owned it was asking close to 4 million dollars. It was still for sale when we moved in. Sauntering by the house became part of my daily walks. The man who currently owned it loved modern art and had many weird statues around the property. I’d heard the inside was like a Museum of Modern Art had thrown up. Plus, it was out of code in just about every square inch. If someone was to buy the landmark house, they would have to put in another couple of million just to get it to pass inspection.
The bank owned it about a year after we moved in. They lowered the price by a million. Still, no one would bite. I kept waiting for an open house that never happened. Finally, the bank threw on a bucket of paint in hopes the curb appeal would sell it.
One of the kindergarten teachers is quite wealthy and was approved to go to a showing of it. Evidently they checked your bank book before allowing you on the premises. Her review was no one would buy it. The house would have to be gutted because it was such disrepair.
Then something wonderful happened. A billionaire with a young family bought it. Mableton was again the buzz of the town. What would happen to it?
How wonderful this cute, rich family had bought it. Everyone waited to see the swing set built in the back gardens!
I was glad to see the first thing the new owners did was to get rid of the ridiculous modern art dropped around the front yard. The worse piece was a bright red circle about 10 feet high.
I walked by Mableton more and more to see a glimpse of the family. They evidently had 3 and 5 year old daughters. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to grow up in such a place!
It was the original Haunted House, for sure.
Then one day boards were put up all over the windows. WTF? Did they turn tail and give up on the old lady already?
No, the local newspaper reported the next week the new owners were determined to bring back the home to EXACTLY what it looked like the year it was first built. It would take at least 3 years to complete but the family would indeed be living there after its completion. The girls would even be attending the neighborhood elementary school. They also planned to open it up for local fund-raising events.
I have avidly followed the re-construction of Mableton. The owners even put out two huge signs for the public to know the history of the place and what they were trying to achieve. Ends up they were even searching worldwide to get the exact plants which were originally planted! Luckily, this is the same town Luther Burbank called home and he had personally given Mr. Mc Donald many of the flowers, trees and bushes. Many of the species were about 2 miles away at his working museum.
If you would like to read more of the history of Mableton and see really old pictures, check out this site. Mableton
Here is a photo blog of the progress I’ve been able to snap over the past couple of years. I lost some of the shots when my hard drive melted, but found copies in other places. God bless Snapfish!!!
I hope you enjoy. I know many of the regulars around here have been asking how the house is coming along.
I took this just when they started. Those of you with me for awhile remember when I showed the rebuilt gazebo.
  I kept wondering what they would do with the front yard. Two weeks ago I walked by and saw this. I thought it amazing and very well done. That is going to be a fountain in the middle. There is already water in it from the recent rain.
Stay tuned for updates...........
Nutsville Class Assignment:
Did your town ever have any communes? Did you live in a commune?
Post Note:
Is it Friday yet?????
NUT
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October 28, 2009 - Wednesday
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Current mood: enthralled
Category: Life
You have to join Facebook. You simply have to join Facebook. You have to join Facebook. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.
OK already, I will.
And I did.
At first it was an irritation. I didn’t want to hear about people going to the grocery store. For pity sakes, I HATED going to the grocery store and certainly didn’t want to be reminded about it constantly.
Some people seemed to think they had to hear their own voices 10 times during the course of a day.
A couple of weeks went by and I started to understand the lay of the land. I could hide certain people I didn’t want to hear minutia from. That was good, now it was narrowed down to the people who just posted once or twice a day. Unless you are going to the Academy Awards, seeing the President and going on an exotic vacation, I don’t think it is necessary to do more than that. But that is just me. I don’t have time to read about all that other stuff.
I was informed how rude it was to announce all the levels you reach on certain games on other people’s wall. (Don’t agree with that one, BTW. I like hearing when you get to level 30 so share away!) There were other do’s and don’ts regarding Facebook I found irritating. It seemed to have way more ‘polite’ type rules than MySpace and, for sure, not everyone agreed with each other about them.
Just as on MySpace, some people found it a contest to see how many friends they could show off or groups they were members of. It just seemed like more of the same to me.
Another week or so goes by and something happened where I understood how crucially important Facebook can be to a person. All my other thoughts were tossed out the window.
Facebook was WAY more than a social site.
A woman I share the same grade level with started missing a lot of school. She is a good partner and while we don’t socialize outside of school, we are friends at the Children Factory. After inquiring subtly from Queen Secretary as the reason, she said the teacher’s father was going through Chemo for brain cancer. He was 82.
I was shocked and dismayed. This particular teacher is about the strongest person I know, both physically and mentally. Not only were her 3 boys a handful growing up while working full time, but one of them was autistic. At 19 he still, and always will live at home. They will have to get a babysitter and never outgrow it. The thing is, we all reach our limits of strength. This particular teacher did.
To top things off, 7 months ago her husband had lost his job.
So, she was experiencing some serious financial crap and the main breadwinner in her large family.
The last time I saw her she was crying at bus duty because her father was in so much pain. She hated to see him like that and had encouraged him not to get the chemo for fear of this very thing. He wasn’t going to be able to handle the chemo. Sadly, she was right. It would be a painful, tragic time for all of them.
But he told his family he was a fighter and would go down fighting. He sounded like an amazing man.
The reason it was the last time I saw her was the following week he was in the long process of dying. Instead of going to work, she spent every last minute with her father. I had so much respect for her choice.
He died at the end of the week and naturally she became in charge of the funeral with all that entails. It was tough going but she had the support of a long loving husband and her sons. When the oldest came home from college her spirits were raised considerably. They seemed to have a closer bond than all the rest.
How did I know all of this?
Because of Facebook.
She updated every single day her angst, sadness and desperation. She came to Facebook to cry and get support from her 'real' friends. All her friends could jump on and wish her strength. They could wish her well. They could give out hugs, teddy bears and hearts. It helped her so much. The fact so many people checked in on this teacher and wished her well every single day made all the difference in the world. She expressed exactly this as the week continued. When someone asked if there was anything they could do, she asked for food on the funeral weekend. Since her husband was unemployed and money was very tight, that would be greatly appreciated. The food arrived in droves. She said she could have fed a small town with the amount of yummy dishes that arrived via her Facebook Friends in town.
Yes, I finally got why Facebook is a good deal. It was a horrible way to figure it out, but was an excellent lesson.
All in all, she was out 2 weeks. She came back to work yesterday looking like she had been put in a washing machine. Hopefully each day back she will heal.
During all of this, I also found out a fun thing about Facebook.
It had something called Farmville on it.
After being given all sorts of cows, chickens and sheep I finally decided to see what exactly was going on. There had to be more fun to this Facebook thing than I was finding. I doubted it would involve a chicken but stranger things had happened it my life.
I never turned back.
What are the joys of Farmville? I’ve done some research on it. (Yes, I actually do research before some of my blogs………….)
It ends up all the reasons people enjoy the game so much are why I got addicted.
It is a “Feel Nice Game.”
You get to give constant presents and help out your neighbors. You can scare away crows and foxes, or help weed. Each day there seems to be a new way you can help. If you volunteer on a regular basis you earn points to get to another level. The more you give, the more you get.
Farmville is a simple and sweet game. No one gets killed and the only thing you really do is positive and constructive. You have your own place and no one can get in to mess it up. You can visit other farms and compliment their new designs. At least a couple of times a week new things are added to the Gift Store for you to buy with your points.
But best of all, you can design and decorate.
I found nirvana in the form of a game. I could garden and arrange my back yard without getting muddy! I could actually decorate for the holidays! Notice Halloween Decor....
(Everyone watch out when Christmas comes…..)
I started off growing Bell Peppers because they looked like flowers from afar. That is Farmer Nut in the middle of the action.
My main goal was to get to the level where I could finally plant Sunflowers. For awhile, once I got to that level, sunflowers was the only crop going on the Nut Farm.
Then I decided to develop a theme for my farm. It would be a relaxing, vacation type farm. All my neighbors and friends could come to sit, enjoy a nice drink and picnic.
It would have palm trees to remind me of Hawaii including beautiful buildings and ponds.
New buildings came online on a fairly regular basis and the goal was to get to the level you could buy it at. The pavilion was long sought after. Isn’t it pretty?
And in Farmville Ugly Ducklings turned into Swans.
I even had my own Pink Cottage to relax in when I got tired of the regular estate. It came complete with a pink treehouse, scarecrow, cow, tacky Flamingo's and bales of hay.
Then I had a stroke of genius. I hadn’t really enjoyed the animals much on my farm so deleted them for someone else to adopt. But I suddenly thought I could have a little racetrack on my farm. I love horses and would love to ride them. This would be my way. It took awhile of re-arranging, but I soon had my horse riding racetrack. I still need more horses to fill it up, but you get the general idea.
Soon after, they offered flowers for all the farms at certain levels. Now I could truly plant all my favorite flowers. It is like they asked me first what flowers to include. I have roses, daffodils, tulips and all sorts of others. Pretty soon I hope to get to the level where I can plant lavender.
I recently added a Dairy Farm. I’m not particularly fond of cows, but the building was too cute to pass up.
Best of all, it actually held the cows inside so I didn’t have to look
at them all the time screaming to be milked. I kept a couple outside
just so I could have the fun of seeing the milk go into the buckets.
Yes, Facebook has its place. I can see it is an important place to come cope with tragedy, brag, send important news to a lot of people at once, and play. It has been years since I have actually played just for the joy in it. It has been very good for my soul and I plan on playing whenever time allows.
Bless Facebook and MySpace. I will continue to do both.
Nutsville Class Assignment:
Do you Facebook? What is your favorite thing to do there? Do you care about people going grocery shopping? What do you comment on?
Do you have any 'polite rules?'
Post Note:
Mr. Nut got the phone call we have been waiting for yesterday. The loan is on its way for our signature by carrier. It is going to really happen!!! We feel like we have been given a miracle here. I'm already paying for it as a taxpayer so I'm glad we get to benefit from something. Good luck to all the rest of you trying who have upside down loans! There IS hope.
NUT 
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October 27, 2009 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  blessed
Category: Life
It is last weekend....
My stomach still hurts.
Why don’t I go over to Walgreen’s and get some Pepto Bismal for you? I need to pick up a couple of office things, too.
NUT looks at her husband. What office supplies did he need without a job? Instead of asking NUT simply told him to go for it. She certainly didn’t want to discourage anything that had the word office in it. No sirrreeeee! And besides, her stomach really did hurt.
I’ll be back in a bit.
NUT hobbles upstairs and dives into her fluffy bed. This flu she had was terrible. She wasn’t sure if it was the Swine Flu because there was no way she would go to a doctor’s office and be exposed to more nasty germs to find out. Besides, NUT felt it better just to live in the unknown.
A nap was needed and NUT obliged.
An hour later the dogs wake her up with their “Welcome Home” barking. NUT looked at the clock and how long she had been asleep. WTF had taken Mr. Nut so long at Walgreen’s?
NUT meanders over to the window and peeks out. Here is Mr. Nut carrying 5 HUGE bags of stuff. What in the heck was he doing with all those unknown items? NUT looked for his favorite golf store on the bags but no, they said loud and clear Walgreen’s.
Ummmmmmmm, better check out the situation. Something is not quite right in the Nut House.
Bark, bark, bark. Funny sounds. Bark, bark, bark.
Roxie almost knocks NUT over trying to get out of Dodge and Daddy’s new stuff. She headed upstairs like a bat out of hell. Now NUT was really curious. Roxie the Brave German Sheppard was the biggest coward on the block.
However, Rozie is sniffing the bags, sure there was a treat in there. Mommy always picked up a bone, toy or treat when she went to that store. Perhaps Daddy did the same thing?
What is all this stuff?
Well…………….I decided since we got the loan and are going to be here awhile we needed a graveyard in the front yard for Halloween.
WTF? Mr. Nut DEFINITELY had too much time on his hands. Graveyard? With all my cute decorations around?
They would clash for sure. Didn’t Mr. Nut realize NUT was in charge of ALL decorating in the Nut House? Hadn’t 31 years of marriage taught him that?
Everything was 50% off and I couldn’t resist. Just look, NUT! Isn’t it incredible?
NUT looks and decides her husband of 31 years has just become a little boy of 10 again. His eyes were sparkling with mischief and he was obviously quite thrilled with his haunted shopping spree. Even though the last thing NUT wanted on her front lawn was a graveyard, she was happy her husband had that spark back in his eye. If something simple like this could enchant him, she was all for it.
Two hours later…………………………..
Come see, NUT. It is all ready for the curtain call.
NUT opens the front door and a witch scares the shit out of her with a horrid cackle.
It actually looked like it was flying. As NUT took a closer look she could see fishing wire hooked up to the wisteria tree vine. Whenever someone stepped near her, she lit up with orange eyes and DID fly a bit.
The bat also played spooky music just to make sure you were good and frightened.
 Mr. Nut was proud he had scared his wife. Damned but didn't this feel like he was a teenager again? He should have done a graveyard a long time ago!
NUT was still in shock about the whole thing. She couldn’t take much more excitement and get well at the same time. The Children Factory needed her back and there was no telling if her classroom would still be standing or not.
I'm going to change her, though. She needs spiderwebs and I think she won't scare the kids as much there because of the screen door.
There, that is better!
Down the front steps was the Mr Nut's famous graveyard. Wow, Mr. Nut didn’t mess around when he set up something like this!
Come see. I have the fancy stuff in the kitchen.
NUT sees all these various plastic and rubber body parts and masks.
Interesting.
Then Mr. Nut plugs it all in.
 Holy shit! Even the heart lit up and moved! NUT figured they would have the best graveyard in the whole neighborhood this year. And surprisingly, NUT felt as proud as her husband. It isn’t easy to set up a complete graveyard like this!
Now the wait is on until Halloween Night when the graveyard really comes to life.
Nutsville Class Assignment:
Do you have any Haunted Houses to go to in your area? We have one downtown that is adults only. Son Nut went last year and said it truly was very scary. I think I’ll go ahead and skip it………
NUT
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October 23, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  ecstatic
Category: Life
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I was meant to be home sick yesterday. (BTW, no more fever and feeling better) All that happens is for a reason. My example is one for all of you to
remember.
We got our
dream loan for the Nut House Yesterday!!!!!
....
Truly, it feels like a complete new part of our life. The loan we got was better than our wildest
dreams. It is the exact loan we asked
for, only 50 bucks a month more. It is a
loan where we could still make the payments on when we retire. It is a loan that doesn’t matter if Mr. Nut
works or not. I’m proud to say we
qualified on my salary alone. When Mr.
Nut gets a job it will be icing on the cake.
I know a lot of you have issues with Obama, but this is the stimulus
money giving people like us loans we can afford. They reward the banks, who in turn save our
lives. I will be forever thankful about
this. If anyone else is in the
re-negotiation part of the loan/foreclosure part, try to stay patient. We have been on the list since July 28th. It was a roller coaster ride but everything
is worth it now.
Had Mr. Nut not lost his job in July, we would not have been
considered for such a reduction. These
special loans are only for people who have recently lost a job. It is why he was laid off. I’m sure of it now. With the old loan rate we knew we would have to
move when we retired. At the time we
bought the house it didn’t seem like a big deal and we stupidly thought we might actually make a few hundred thousand dollars. We didn’t know we would fall in love with the
home so desperately. I’ve actually
started thinking of the house as a person and it would have been a death in the
family had we lost it. Now I know I will have some adorable grandchildren walking up our front porch one day.
But,
We got our
dream loan for the Nut House Yesterday!!!!! ....
This baby is all ours now.
For sure.
Another reason Mr. Nut lost his job is because of his
sister, BITCH, having cancer. He has
become her main caregiver and counselor.
She now tells the doctors he is her “Life Coach.” Mr. Nut was surprised that he got this
promotion from brother. Lol In any case, she has doctor appointments all the time now.
What I haven’t really talked about is that I had stopped
going on my walks with the dogs in the neighborhood. The last time I had gone on a walk, I cried
the whole time thinking I would have to say good-bye to all of the older homes
dating back to the 19th century.
It was simply too hard on my psyche.
Yesterday after the news, even sick, I wandered around the
blocks in celebration. Even though I was
sick, I just had to celebrate and that was the best way I could think to do it.
I wasn’t going to have to say good-bye to this amazing neighborhood. I could walk around with my head held high
knowing I can afford to be a citizen of the oldest neighborhood in the city.
.. ..We got our
dream loan for the Nut House Yesterday!!!!!
....
Here are just a few pictures of my walk yesterday. I think you can see why I love it here. Thank you again for all of the support from you guys. I know many of you felt my pain and I will be there to support you when you need it. I can't tell you how much I appreciated all of your heartfelt messages and comments. They kept me going when I didn't think I could continue to do so.
This is my very favorite tree in the neighborhood. Every year it seems to be more pretty. I always forget to take a picture of it when it is in this full color, but got it yesterday. This is walking towards it.
Our pretty street. The leaves will really turn to color in a couple of weeks. You get the general idea.
This is a side view of the Pollyanna House. Newbies, I'll tell you about it when I post a blog next week. It is amazing how much progress they have made.
Just walking and taking in the neighborhood.
.. And back home. MY HOME FOREVER... ..
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Nutsville Class Assignment:
I feel like I have a new lease on life. I feel like it is a “start over” in many
ways. Have you ever had something like
this happen to you?
NUT
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October 22, 2009 - Thursday
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It is last week….....
NUT wakes up and
feels what must be ice forming on her eyelashes. WTF?
How did it suddenly go from a gorgeous autumn to this bitter freezing
temperature? NUT moves her head and is
in immediate contact with Rozie’s heavy-eyed, sleepy face. There was no possible way the little dog
could get closer to her for warmth. She
is adorable! ....
NUT raced downstairs, turned the heater on, ran back upstairs and dove
back into her warm and fluffy bed. After
stretching her painful muscles for the first time, NUT turned on the heating
pad and lay down for the next hour for her Fibromyalgia to calm down. If lucky, the pain would ease within that
time.....
Rozie was very used to this daily routine and snuck under the blankets
knowing she still had another hour with her mommy all warm and cozy. The only thing she had to compete with was
the laptop or a book. Rozie had long ago
figured out the perfect place to put her nose to breathe in her mommy’s scent
while she was busy. Rozie loved the
early mornings with her mommy.....
As NUT lay in bed, she determined this would be the Official Glove Day. ....
It was always depressing to get out the leather or knit gloves to stay
warm for the first time in the winter. It
was so depressing NUT felt it worthy of an Official Nut Name. NUT
Glove Day was terribly early this year and NUT wasn’t a bit happy about the
situation. A strategy was needed to
survive to drive or stand out at yard duty every Wednesday on these cold days. After some deep, unwanted thought, NUT
determined it was indeed Wednesday and a yard duty day. Shit.
Wednesdays seemed to come more often than other days of the week, too.....
NUT is reading peacefully and can feel her pain ebbing away. She hopes this is one of the days it will ebb
away all day. It is a crap shoot,
especially at times of stress or in the cold winter days. ....
Soon all hell breaks loose. ....
The puppy is up. Roxie, asleep
as the dead on the old chair in the corner, nodded awake.....
Play Time!....
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It was time to lick NUT to death and then lasso Rozie around the neck
to officially begin the day. Each
morning was the same routine. NUT became
the director and soon had both dogs on either side of her warm body as she went
back to her book or the laptop. The fact
it had taken Roxie almost 2 years to learn this little routine won’t be
mentioned at this time………....
Finally after eyeballing the clock, NUT knows it is time for the
biggest and hardest action she does all day…..NUT has to actually get out of
bed. This required being vertical. This required severe self talk.....
You can do it. Get out of your
warm bed. Once you’re up, the rest of
the day is easy.....
NUT knows everyone loves their bed, but NUT thinks she must love hers
the most. Sometimes on the weekends she
looked up at the clock and saw it was 11:00 already. Really, it is ridiculous how much NUT loved
her bed.....
NUT does more stretching and is soon out the bedroom door. As NUT got ready for the action waiting for
her at the children factory, there was no one to talk to except the dogs. Roxie was ready to help out the situation and
grabbed the polar bear she’d had forever.
Roxie hadn’t quite figured out it was hard to talk to mommy if her mouth
was filled with fluff…....
Rozie looked up. As soon as NUT
put on her bra, Rozie knew trouble was in the air. Mommy never put on a bra unless she was
leaving. Occasionally she got to go
along, so Rozie got up and made it her business to stay as close to her mommy as
possible. Of course this involved racing
away from her giant friend who seemed to think kissing meant holding her neck
within the giant German Sheppard’s mouth.....
Soon NUT is out the door in record time. She has her make-up, hair and clothes outfit
down pat. Clothes are always picked out
the day before and she often felt she should write a book on how to put on
make-up fast while curling, crimping or straightening her hair at the same
time.....
NUT grabs the ebony black leather gloves from the hall closet. She had forgotten she had ordered new gloves
last spring on E-Bay. Theses leather
gloves had some fabulous black fur around the cuffs. This little pleasant surprise made NUT
smile. How smart she had been last year
to pick these up. And how smart she had
forgotten all about it so she could be surprised this morning. Yes, only NUT would consider forgetting
something to be smart. ....
NUT started the car and let it warm up as she stared at the leather
gloves. There was something different
about these gloves. The fur made them
look classy and very fashionable. But it
was the leather. It was tight around her
fingers. Really tight. It felt like what race car drivers might
wear. This must be some very expensive
leather NUT had accidently bought. It
felt so wonderful next to her skin! ....
When the Nutmobile was deemed sufficiently warm enough, NUT held onto
the steering wheel, put the pedal to the metal.
....
The leather gloves changed NUT that morning. She felt like either a movie star or some
famous racer. She was racing the roads
in France; not heading to teach a bunch of 9 and 10 year olds. A kind of timid schoolteacher who never went
over the speed limit soon found herself going almost 75 on the small stretch of
freeway that led to the children factory.
NUT was being naughty and she felt great. Who knew some new leather and fur gloves
could make such a difference!....
Reality sucked NUT back to earth as she entered the children factory
parking lot. Not only was the children
factory all lit up for a new day, the worst Type A Bitch was getting out of her
car at the same time. ....
As NUT closed the car door and grabbed her briefcase, she stared at the
gloves still snuggly looking happy at her.
They were filled with more promises.
Next time they would race through the country roads of the county with
the sunroof down, Rolling Stones blaring away, and smiles all around. The weekend was getting closer and closer and
NUT couldn’t wait. ....
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Nutsville Class Apartment:....
Do you wear gloves in the winter?
What kind are you favorites?....
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Post Note:....
As I updated my status yesterday, I had to go home sick from school
yesterday. I had a stomach ache as soon
as I woke up but thought nothing of it.
The closer to school I got the more acute the pain got. I had the intelligence to give Queen
Secretary the head’s up and went to my classroom. I started to get so nauseous I just knew I
was going to throw up in front of a bunch of 9 and 10 year olds when they
walked in. I made an emergency call back
to the office and they were able to get a sub really fast. Principal Nut came in to take over, took one
look at me and said to get my butt home.
I made it to the parking lot before barfing. Once again, NUT had a good plan.....
My temperature was high all day yesterday but is down to just low grade
today. I’ll be out tomorrow, too. New rules are not to return to school until
24 hours AFTER the temperature is normal.
Sooooooooooooooooooooooo, I am on bed rest with nothing to do but read
and play with my new toy. Since I think
I threw up my small toes yesterday, I think I might even be able to eat a bit
today.....
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See everyone tomorrow!....
NUT
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October 21, 2009 - Wednesday
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Current mood: awake
Category: Life
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*******Before I start I know I have a few lurkers and commenter’s
who actually collect art for a hobby or in one case, an investment of
sorts. I apologize ahead of time if I
hurt your feelings. Perhaps you could
write longer comments today trying to explain the joys of modern art?******
Now NUT has never claimed to be sophisticated. Yes, over the years she has made the attempt
to be classy and fit into most occasions.
However, one situation NUT finds herself in and around she hasn’t quite figured
out. It is called “Modern Art.” Hard as she tries, she simply doesn't get it.
....OK, NUT does enjoy art.
She is more of a traditionalist with it, although she loves
Impressionism; Monet being her favorite artist in that genre. Anything done by the old masters she
enjoys. Two years when she visited the
Getty Museum in LA, she was in tears several times over the stunning paintings
she saw there. Truly moving! Suerat is also a NUT Favorite. Who are all those people? What are the looking at? What is their story? 
There is nothing like a well done portrait. These are incredible to NUT's eyes and heart. Just looking at a forehead can take an hour of amazement.
And this is both innocent and sexy at the same time.....
This is a famous painting and NUT would love to own it. The woman is searching for something and NUT wonders what is the story about that house. Why is she out there?
The light and action in this piece makes me feel almost wet. It is filled with action that radiates from my soul. The lighting in this is amazing.
Slavery always gives me shivers of depression that it will always remain a part of our American History. Any painting portraying that particular time period moves me unlike any other.
I
guess if you are sophisticated, which NUT isn’t, you can appreciate modern art. NUT has tried over the years, but she just
doesn’t “get” it. A big splotch of
paint and it is worth a quick million?
WTF? What EXACTLY is this woman looking at?
Please tell me what I am not seeing. It is a big splots of paint worth half a fortune. I could give you 10 of them in a flash. Wouldn’t take any time at all. Each time I see a piece of this modern art
that goes for the big bucks I always think my students at school do a much
better job. Each Friday Art Day, my
children produce awesome modern art pieces.
They simply don’t have the expensive frames and famous names to make
them worth money.
Picasso is someone I guess I admire, but it is mostly for
his predictable weirdness factor. His
obsession with breasts has always made me a bit uncomfortable and why his art
is so expensive I have no idea. I think
there are people out there who buy his paintings just for their material value
and show off to visitors. I have a "Picasso" sort of thing. Really, does
something like this move your heart and soul? Do these paintings make you wonder, care and feel passionate?
And is it just me, but doesn't this woman look like she is masturbating?
Picasso and the Weirdness Factor. Can someone explain why they would pay millions of dollars to hang these in their house?
Peter Max is someone I admire, although not my style at all. Every painting I've seen from him just reminds me of the 60's.
NUT saved the most strange painter for last. NUT simply doesn't get
this. Why is a painting of a soup can so famous and worth a large
fortune?
I'll likely never own an original art piece that is famous. Even if I had the money, I wouldn't buy a painting because of its monetary/resale value or it being famous. Good art elicits a grand emotion often words could never describe totally. At least that is the way I feel about it.
Class Assignment:
Do you like modern
art? If you do, try to explain it to
NUT. Be sure to use simple words, she
doesn’t know all of the art lingo because she isn’t sophisticated….. Or
Who is your favorite artist?
Or
Which crayola crayon is your favorite color?
************Extra Credit, do all three questions today.
NUT
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