Disconnected stuff & Birthday Wishes

Valentine's Day is over.

Oh thank Goddess! To be fair now, I have to confess to having enjoyed the nicest V-day in years...and years. Yeah, yeah - sad. Shaddup.

There was an abundance of virtual flowers, virtual candies (tasty and no calories) and cards from friends. Enough to make a girl blush and feel special. No, not short bus special, you hecklers.

I even got flowers (that i didn't buy myself) and earrings (that i didn't buy myself) and books (that i did buy myself) and the most important thing of all... a new coffee maker! Hey, I bought it on valentine's so it counts.

But along with valentine's came the following annoying phenomenon... a significant rise in the number of people who feel compelled to tell me that I "need a boyfriend." AUGGGHHH! Unlike Valentine's, it apparently doesn't end after a single day of "sharing the love." Friday, two clients told me a i should get myself a guy. Saturday, I was off the hook as everyone scrambled to meet the expectations of their own love lives. Sunday, my sister told me i need to think about dating and a friend mentioned that I need a boyfriend. Today, another friend mentioned I should go and find myself a boyfriend to "help out." I have high hopes this lurv pimping obsession passes quickly. Surely there has to be more interesting things people can be pondering besides my personal life. Navel lint comes to mind.

Patting Myself on the Head

Writing is coming along nicely. I've been very good and hitting the keyboard with regularity again. Back on track for wrapping up book one and jumping back into book two, while also working on several short stories that were started and never finished. I'm also working on sketches for some paintings. Disgustingly productive. Ain't it great! ~beaming~

Ooohh and I was invited to submit a photograph for consideration in an exhibition at one of the major museums in the south. Whoot! So i'm scrambling to come up with a suitable concept and setup the shoot.

When is a lot too much?

I was amused this morning when i posted a custom-made birthday card for a friend on Facebook, and it was promptly buried in the flood of birthday wishes that hit her page. Rebecca has over 3000 Facebook friends and I think every single one of them showed up to wish her happy birthday! LOL! It'll take the wench years to dig thru all the messages. So in case she pops over here, I'm shouting out "HAPPY BIRTHDAY WICKED WENCH BECCA!!!" And stealing one of the photos of her as the valentine image for this post. Heeheee.

Kota on the Air This THURSDAY

It's official, I'll be on the air with Johnny Dam at LATalkRadio.com this Thursday 2:30pm PST / 5:30pm EST / 10:30pm GMT /9:30am (fri.)Sydney Time. We'll be talking about the current situation/state of Arts in America. Keep your fingers crossed I don't end up sounding like a total idiot.

Muwah! Hope everyone had a wonderful V-day and didn't get an arrow in the ass from that fat kid cupid.

xxxxx

Ex-squeeze me?

Sometimes it is a pain in the tushie to be me, but honestly most of the time it is a freakin riot. 

Long time friends are familiar with how freaky bizarre and funny my world can be. 

Stuff HAPPENS in Kotaland that just doesn't happen to "normal" people. 

(Case in point - the dreadful escalator incident causing me to flash my bare butt at a thousand people.)

Is it because i typically tend to view things with a humorous eye... or am i really the butt-end of a universal joke. I truly suspect ignorance is bliss.

It's not always ME though. Sometimes people say completely bizarre things to me. Last week, while developing a nice case of carpal tunnel syndrome from pouring two cases of a "delightful riesling that is the most popular wine in the city right now" i was approached by a gentleman for his third or fourth, maybe even fifth glass. Understandable since at winetastings you get about three drops of wine before being herded toward the next wine station. 

Smiling at him as i poured him another glass of the "delightful riesling that is the most popular wine in the city" (it made me gag when i tried it) I commented, "you seem to be enjoying this particular wine." He smiled back and said "I could care less about the wine. I'm only over here because you're pouring it. I noticed everyone likes YOU pouring their wine." He winked at me. 

Oye. Ewww.

My pithy response to his suave pass: "Uhhh... ummm... yeah that's nice."

Gah. Where was my brilliant comeback when i needed it? 

Sometimes people DO really odd things in my world. This will be one of my favorites for years to come. There is an old, on-going joke about what exactly Scotsmen wear under their kilts. I had the opportunity of finding out what an entire regiment of scottish pipers had under theirs. In January I had a grueling 6 hours photoshoot during a special event. Part of the evening's entertainment included several spectacular performances by the bagpipers. (Love me some bagpiping.)  During an intermission I slipped outside to the hotel's park to get some fresh air. I sat on a park bench and listened with amusement as several older women descended in a flirtatious pack upon a handsome young man, who had also come outside for a break. (He told me afterwards that 80 year old women always do that to him where ever he goes. Heh.)

I was distracted from the banter by movement in one of the hotel's meeting rooms surrounding the park. The rooms had ceiling to floor windows with curtains thrown wide open, providing a glass wall into the room. The bagpipers were milling about and as i watched, they all began whipping off their kilts.  Mouth hanging open, I stared. Noticing my expression one of the women asked me what i was doing. Her group was positioned so they couldn't see into the room. 

I grinned at her then said, "I'm finding out what scotsmen have under their kilts." 

"And what would that be dear?" she asked, apparently still more enthralled with the hottie she had cornered than the answer to an eternal question.

"Plaid boxers." I solemnly responded.

"That's nice," she remarked before dismissing me and batting her eyelashes at her prey.

Okay. So I'm the only one who has pondered at length what lurked under the kilts of the brawny Scots.  Shrugging, I continued to enjoy the view of a roomful of men prancing around in their boxers until it was time to return to the event. Either they couldn't see out of the room and had no idea they were being watched, or they were enjoying a little exhibitionism. Either way it was definitely my favorite portion of the evening's entertainment.

WOLF PROPERTY LAWS

Rho sent me this.... LMAO!

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WOLF PROPERTY LAWS

If I like it, it's mine.

If it's in my mouth, it's mine.

If I can take it from you, it's mine.

If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.

If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.

If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.

If it just looks like mine, it's mine.

If I saw it first, it's mine.

If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.

If it's broken, it's yours.

Courtesy of John Braden & Tundra Shepherd Rescue

EEEK - spanking line starts HERE

Sorry - sorry - i swear it's not that i don't love y'all! I've been tied up with working, writing and receiving awards. Pretty much in that order.

I'm waiting to receive a copy of the pic of me and allllll my trophies and will post it here. LOL!

I've been asked to be on LATalkRadio by Johhny Dam (courtesy of Miz Andel mentioning my name) - wondering if i do it , how many people would actually tune in to listen to me? I mean, why would you? And if you would, let me know. Will help me decide for sure, although I am leaning towards doing it.

Backlog of posts to catchup on for you including Anya's book pimpage, the story about the troop of scottish bagpipers who dropped their kilts in front of me last month and possibly some new poetry.

Oh and maybe an exerpt from the new story i'm working on. :D

Kisses to all of you and now that i'm all caught up on my meds and stable again, you'll be hearing from me more often. Kidding! About the meds - not the hearing from me. :P

xxxx

Kota

ps - Question, anyone else here fucking hate valentines?