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Good morning everyone! Welcome to my home! (or The Housement as it is affectionately called 
)
I figured if people were going to stop by for The First Annual Wet Cement Pool Party '013 - you might as well get to see a slice of it.
This is my Home Office where I do all of my working, some of my eating, a smattering of my sleeping. It is the biggest room on my floor of The Housement which should make it my bedroom, but I don't work like that. Since I spend the majority of my time typing away my life in here, I need space. I have to have room to pace and lie on the floor. I need a zone to wrestle with Mr. Bojangles. I need all my 'good junk' (aka precious treasures) on the shelf behind me. I need another 5 bookcases to hold things to read and things to reference. I need the most windows for sunlight and breezes and to watch for zombies at night. (Because all the scary supernatural stuff doesn't happen at midnight - nope! It happens at 3 am when the majority of you are asleep and I'm up typing because my muse and I timeshare different biorhythmic condos.) I need a big workspace with strewing room for loose papers and a big spinny leather chair to sit in cross-legged or curled up like a creative gargoyle. I also need various bits of blank wall to hang pictures in all this hive-mess that mirrors my mind. (If you look carefully to the right - you might catch a glimpse of
by Big Heart Big Sister 
- but I don't think it got in the shot 
)
This is also my Face - an attempt at a 'Selfie'.
I don't do them. Drink it in. It won't happen again.
(But if you are going to hang out in my virtual backyard. I figured I ought to do something in 'realtime'. )
The picture is all blurry. Oh well - you get me looking directly at a camera or you get a pretty picture - that's the yin and yang of my photog-phobia. Balance is restored and the universe spins on another day.
You also get my crazy lady - I haven't slept yet' hair and my cosmopolitan 'I'm in my jammies' lifestyle.
I only walk around chewing bubblegum in a black cocktail dress in my kitchen...
...every other Tuesday...
The Bubblegum Nightclub fades like the dawn.
But I better get to sleep, on the flip-side of that dawn - I have to fire up the grill and light the tiki torches...
I have people coming over! 
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) I figured if people were going to stop by for The First Annual Wet Cement Pool Party '013 - you might as well get to see a slice of it.
This is my Home Office where I do all of my working, some of my eating, a smattering of my sleeping. It is the biggest room on my floor of The Housement which should make it my bedroom, but I don't work like that. Since I spend the majority of my time typing away my life in here, I need space. I have to have room to pace and lie on the floor. I need a zone to wrestle with Mr. Bojangles. I need all my 'good junk' (aka precious treasures) on the shelf behind me. I need another 5 bookcases to hold things to read and things to reference. I need the most windows for sunlight and breezes and to watch for zombies at night. (Because all the scary supernatural stuff doesn't happen at midnight - nope! It happens at 3 am when the majority of you are asleep and I'm up typing because my muse and I timeshare different biorhythmic condos.) I need a big workspace with strewing room for loose papers and a big spinny leather chair to sit in cross-legged or curled up like a creative gargoyle. I also need various bits of blank wall to hang pictures in all this hive-mess that mirrors my mind. (If you look carefully to the right - you might catch a glimpse of
by Big Heart Big Sister - but I don't think it got in the shot )This is also my Face - an attempt at a 'Selfie'.
I don't do them. Drink it in. It won't happen again.
(But if you are going to hang out in my virtual backyard. I figured I ought to do something in 'realtime'. )
The picture is all blurry.
Oh well - you get me looking directly at a camera or you get a pretty picture - that's the yin and yang of my photog-phobia. Balance is restored and the universe spins on another day.You also get my crazy lady - I haven't slept yet' hair and my cosmopolitan 'I'm in my jammies' lifestyle.
I only walk around chewing bubblegum in a black cocktail dress in my kitchen...
...every other Tuesday...
The Bubblegum Nightclub fades like the dawn.
But I better get to sleep, on the flip-side of that dawn - I have to fire up the grill and light the tiki torches...
I have people coming over!
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The only thing I can say about this art work is first: The woman pictured is unbelievably beautiful with a look of just passing by. The look though tells me she may stop if the right words are spoken to her. I would say, hey Ivy, I have a tub of creamy Portland cement..that would probably get her to slow enough for me to say..Ivy, take off your shoes so I can give you a foot massage with globs of the sooo creamy cement. I think she would stop in her tracks and say "then what will you do". To which I'd say, there is so much cement left Ivy ho about after your gorgeous feet are rubbed I stick them into this tub of cement so creamy you'll think it is ...peanut butter, or creamy Crisco grease, or a tub of creamy Blue Bonnet margarine..........but they don't get hard do they. As the cement gets hard but isn't toe tally set I take a diamond tipped saw to cut between Ivy's legs. As I do the cement splits and Ivy's feet and legs..up to her knee's are free. What is left is a perfect form of exquisite legs right down the the sexiest feet casts I have seen.....but wait, where Ivy's toes are is wide open, an area that shows no toe prints,,,,,,,,I ask Ivy, "where you wiggling your toes while the were in this tub of wet cement"? Ivy says yes, it was glorious , the feeling of cement squishing between my toes...I could not help myself. Hi Ivy, I have been away too long.............