tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post552011752043530770..comments2024-03-27T09:52:02.406-07:00Comments on Petunia Face: Watch Your StepPetunia Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862319327443285277noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-81699650371807645752008-12-07T23:58:00.000-08:002008-12-07T23:58:00.000-08:00i love your mom's house! it remind's me of my own!...i love your mom's house! it remind's me of my own! :)<BR/><BR/>xo<BR/>yasmineyasminehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17139950044168441003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-59366092826855224392008-12-05T12:59:00.000-08:002008-12-05T12:59:00.000-08:00I think I'm in LOVE!I think I'm in LOVE!Kwanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06428954660974395117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-62749264384094392972008-12-01T20:05:00.000-08:002008-12-01T20:05:00.000-08:00OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I WANT TO HANG OUT T...OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I WANT TO HANG OUT THERE WITH YOUR MOM!!!! I love it. It's perfect. Ethan Allen can SUCK ON IT!! <BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/>the girl who knows what the weight of dragging an abandoned one-legged mannequin home through the snow of ChicagoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-17545306902686938782008-12-01T18:09:00.000-08:002008-12-01T18:09:00.000-08:00O.K.....in all fairness, my house WAS pretty quirk...O.K.....in all fairness, my house WAS pretty quirky when I was living there. However, it was a " barely controlled" madness with a modicum of method to the madness (and not so much dust). <BR/><BR/>For those of you who don't know the crazy/alternative lifestyle I live, let me explain that for the last 6 years, I have worked fulltime (and much more) in SF and will NOT commute from the far reaches of Marin. My wonderful boss started out paying for me to stay 3 nights/week in a near-the-office, incredible Castro Bed and Breakfast where I was soon a member of that warm and very alternative lifestyle "family". I loved it! As Allen became more disabled,required hired caregivers because I could no longer move/lift him, I became more burned out as a caregiver and my work load increased in SF, I began to go home to Fairfax less often than every weekend. Then Allen found a female caregiver who turned out to be a dead-ringer for Glenn Close in "Fatal Attraction"-he loved her and could see no faults. I soon realized that she was fixated on Allen and was systematically alienating Allen from everyone-especially me-who was close to him. She destroyed all photos of me and my children and went into a rage when Allen referred to me as his "wife" as just a few examples. She was extremely effective and for a couple of years, Allen became extremely difficult for me to even talk with. We were pretty much estranged due to the caregiver's evil, psycho machinations. I keep in touch daily and paid all the bills but it was a very unpleasant time. I DID come to realize how much I loved and needed my own space and solitude. By then, I had rented a tiny studio apartment near the office. I realized that this was the first time in my life that I had ever had a place of my own, had ever lived alone...and now, though I sometimes get lonely, overall I don't think I could ever again live with someone else. And, yes, my tiny apartment is also a self-contained Cabinet of Curiosities-on a much smaller scale than my former residence. Somehow, wherever I go, my surroundings just evolve into this...suddenly there are mannequins, fake body parts, found art, antique glass eyeballs, plants that take over like the Little Shop of Horrors, and on and on.<BR/><BR/>The good news is that, after 2 years, the crazy caregiver de-compensatated into someone so psycho that even Allen couldn't take her anymore and after months of trying to sever ties with her and two incidents in which she ran over him and his wheelchair on purpose, she is finally gone...and Allen is back to being the sweet person I know. But, alas, I have filled the hours of my life with work, rest and blissful solitude and now can only tolerate going "home" about one weekend a month. It's also difficult since I no longer have a bedroom there anymore since I found a family from Fiji to live upstairs to be available for Allen. <BR/>In my absence, the decor has turned into something that scares even me. So, the pixs you see are the skeleton of my original abode now accelerated to "beyond".It is Allen's intention to cover every surface and he is getting there fast. It is now way beyond my control! When Sus, Bry and Zoey came by Thanksgiving Day, Zoey's eyes were as big as salad plates looking all around at what she decided was one large Pirate Ship/Treasure Chest in one. If Allen's wheelchair didn't get her, his electric hospital bed most certainly did! I'm pretty sure those are memories that Sus will be hearing about many years from now. Good thing she has documentation!<BR/><BR/>I now have decided that I can manage to go home for the weekend about once a month-that is if there is a surface left for me to sit and sleep. I do so miss Tucker, Huxley and Binky...and, yes, the crazy world that Allen has created for himself. I only wish Sus had gotten more pictures of the many bizzaro items she missed-like the old Microwave door with the latex/vinyl hand-puppet dinosaur melded into it as if it were chewing through the door. Things like that are everywhere. Here's a priome example of our conversations...Many years ago I bought a fairly authentic looking jellyfish made of latex from a Nature Store-I don't know why. Then one day I saw one of those preserve jars with the metal clamp dowm lids and it cried out for the jellyfish. I filled the jar with water, put the jellyfish in and clamped it shut. It was great! This visit home, I was going to see an old friend and wanted to take a gift. I asked Allen if I should take the jellyfish and he sid no, he had another project in mind for it. That's us and that's our house. THIS IS MY LIFE!<BR/>MomJudyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235688942890462756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-72617536998557572302008-12-01T06:34:00.000-08:002008-12-01T06:34:00.000-08:00great post, i think this gives new meaning to ecen...great post, i think this gives new meaning to ecentric. You could make I spy books out of these rooms. Oh and I love the legjust a girl...https://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-82595982430352856122008-12-01T04:26:00.000-08:002008-12-01T04:26:00.000-08:00Wow. Whenever Hollywood wants to imply that a cha...Wow. Whenever Hollywood wants to imply that a character is a serial-killer, "They" show him living in a home much like this. So, yeah, there's a long, inglorious history of prejudice when it comes to cluttered, quirky living.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-714388763586018812008-11-30T12:32:00.000-08:002008-11-30T12:32:00.000-08:00*big breath*okay...i came to comment on how fuckin...*big breath*<BR/>okay...i came to comment on how fucking awesome this post was for numerous reasons. <BR/>however, i got sidetracked by how fucking awesome you are once i read your response to your comments. i kind of have a crush on you now.kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07862447137460152226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-7759618960541719732008-11-30T09:28:00.000-08:002008-11-30T09:28:00.000-08:00Thank you other Anon @ 11:17. Surely all Italian g...Thank you other Anon @ 11:17. Surely all Italian guys named Mussolini aren't facist dictators and now I know for certain that all Anons aren't cotton headed ninny muggin buttholes.<BR/><BR/>Signed,<BR/>Thouest biggesteth pretenthith blogger thine thouest thither thee,<BR/>xo,<BR/>SPetunia Facehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10862319327443285277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-79155835483916202352008-11-29T23:17:00.000-08:002008-11-29T23:17:00.000-08:00There goes Anons, giving us Anons a bad name.How i...There goes Anons, giving us Anons a bad name.<BR/>How ironic that you were judged on a quote from a Shakespeare play about prejudice and judgement.<BR/><BR/><BR/>SHYLOCK<BR/>To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,<BR/>it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and<BR/>hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,<BR/>mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my<BR/>bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine<BR/>enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath<BR/>not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,<BR/>dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with<BR/>the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject<BR/>to the same diseases, healed by the same means,<BR/>warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as<BR/>a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?<BR/>if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison<BR/>us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not<BR/>revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will<BR/>resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,<BR/>what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian<BR/>wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by<BR/>Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you<BR/>teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I<BR/>will better the instruction.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-39284484303351559742008-11-29T20:03:00.000-08:002008-11-29T20:03:00.000-08:00Anon @ 7:56pm:When you prick me do I not shine. Wh...Anon @ 7:56pm:<BR/>When you prick me do I not shine. Who talks like that? Shakespeare, you ignorant energy sucking asshole. It was a take off on The Merchant of Venice. Take a high school English course and get back to me then.<BR/><BR/>In the meantime, I'd rather be pretentious than, well, than you.<BR/><BR/>Yours in Fuck Off and Don't Ever Read My Blog Again-edness,<BR/>xo,<BR/>Little Lady Susannah Fauntleroy, of the Marin County Fauntleroys. (Oh, and if you don't catch that reference let me just spell it out for you: that's taken from a children's story written by English-American playwright and author Francis Hodgson Burnett.)Petunia Facehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10862319327443285277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-84685821566585446502008-11-29T19:56:00.000-08:002008-11-29T19:56:00.000-08:00When you prick me, do I not shine?Who talks like t...When you prick me, do I not shine?<BR/>Who talks like that? You are so pretentious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-64991168013225248032008-11-29T18:56:00.000-08:002008-11-29T18:56:00.000-08:00Hey are we related? This looks quite similar to m...Hey are we related? This looks quite similar to my so called biological mom's house (I swear I am adopted)...Except my mom thinks she's Noah, and needs 2 of everything right next to each other TV's x 2 (yup) Japanese mask? due (that's 2 in Italiano), sofa's in the living room yup. Anyway, Mazel Tov, welcome to the family...Now I must go clean my zen palace..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-59852318831786370192008-11-29T14:06:00.000-08:002008-11-29T14:06:00.000-08:00I think it's absolutely wonderful!!! I love it. Tr...I think it's absolutely wonderful!!! I love it. Truly. It's a prop master's heaven! I'm coming up with stickers and a black sharpie pen for christmas and I am going to mark which stuff I want. (You can keep the parrot Susannah) My Rah Rah had a parrot, and as a kid all I can remember is saying was "SHUT UP AL!" (Al was one of my grandma's husbands) <BR/><BR/>Here's what I want:<BR/>The masks.<BR/>The crosses.<BR/>The Leg that came out of the wall.<BR/>The old black and white photos (even tho I already know that none of them are of your family and are your Mother's collection of strangers) :) <BR/>The top hat on the mannequin.<BR/>The lanterns.<BR/>*I'm going to pass on anything that is animal skin or animal shell like with sharp teeth<BR/><BR/>Andrews is going to die....but sadly he married a woman that like his mother likes this crazy kind of stuff. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-72223008003740771622008-11-29T13:06:00.000-08:002008-11-29T13:06:00.000-08:00this is your best post yet. totally brilliantly c...this is your best post yet. totally brilliantly charming, unique, whimsical and your words slay me- blood flowing with chinz! if you prick me do i not sparkle! <BR/><BR/>what an awesome family.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-29538041412533665302008-11-29T12:43:00.000-08:002008-11-29T12:43:00.000-08:00Thats right up my alley! I love that kinda stuff a...Thats right up my alley! I love that kinda stuff and her house looks like it should be in some semi-creepy movie! Its awesome!Minxy Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11798690022831332543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-22582437105937535152008-11-29T12:39:00.000-08:002008-11-29T12:39:00.000-08:00Truth? I'm jealous. I could never live so authen...Truth? I'm jealous. I could never live so authentically.Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18053447236990817869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-29635343398110832112008-11-29T09:30:00.000-08:002008-11-29T09:30:00.000-08:00Oh my. I only got the lucky chance to visit your m...Oh my. I only got the lucky chance to visit your mom's place once, but I totally remember the cabinet of natural curiosity like madness that gave it that awesome museum of the mind like vibe. Where's the photos of the Jesus bathroom?! That's the best room of the house. Was Andy (sorry, will always be Andy to me) trying to share more photos? Please do!!! <BR/>Love,<BR/>RosalieRosaliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07861003087330922559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-36842724181738866252008-11-29T08:09:00.000-08:002008-11-29T08:09:00.000-08:00I love that your mom has so much personality that ...I love that your mom has so much personality that it spills over into her surroundings. And onto her daughter (obviously we can see where you get your quirky side)! This is awesome and I'm loving every last bit of it.deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12271310136010979584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-81163814435736354932008-11-29T06:11:00.000-08:002008-11-29T06:11:00.000-08:00Wow! I don't even know what to say about that oth...Wow! I don't even know what to say about that other than Wow!Miss to Mrshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03951855414914660623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-13097970854750408982008-11-28T20:02:00.000-08:002008-11-28T20:02:00.000-08:00OMG. Jennifer just took the words out of my mouth....OMG. Jennifer just took the words out of my mouth. I would be fucking bragging all day long if that were my mother's place. <BR/><BR/>You lucky bitch. <BR/><BR/>xoxoDecornohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570133328738420493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-74265373473454793892008-11-28T20:01:00.000-08:002008-11-28T20:01:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Decornohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570133328738420493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-57699667149769487592008-11-28T14:49:00.000-08:002008-11-28T14:49:00.000-08:00Hmmm... that didn't work :((Never mind)-sheepish b...Hmmm... that didn't work :(<BR/><BR/>(Never mind)<BR/><BR/>-sheepish brotherAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-84796285614627940212008-11-28T14:48:00.000-08:002008-11-28T14:48:00.000-08:00/Users/andrews/Desktop/08_327943-1.jpgNo, really :.../Users/andrews/Desktop/08_327943-1.jpg<BR/><BR/>No, really :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-39799260713793743382008-11-28T13:05:00.000-08:002008-11-28T13:05:00.000-08:00Oh, thank you for sharing this. It was so fascinat...Oh, thank you for sharing this. It was so fascinating. My mother's house isn't as eclectically decorated but it is JAM PACKED with stuff stuff and more stuff. Doileys, dolls, candles, books, star trek figurines, etc etc.Regardez Moihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07089546660188562963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-90826607390206522562008-11-28T12:09:00.000-08:002008-11-28T12:09:00.000-08:00Trying to tear my eyes away, but I can't. Stop. Lo...Trying to tear my eyes away, but I can't. Stop. Looking.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com