"I aten't dead yet." -- Granny Weatherwax (Terry Pratchett)

It isn't much, but slapping gesso onto this postcard is the first time since Artfest that I've held anything resembling a paintbrush or a canvas.

Tally and I are going to do a round robin of sorts, just the two of us, using postcards. You know, this is the second time she's helped me get out of an art funk or slow period. I think we're mishpucheh by now, for many reasons. So here's a shout-out to her.

Oh, and I aten't dead yet... I have at least four more months before I have to make art with one hand while I nurse with the other and yell at The Boy to get me another martini. Kidding! I'll still be blogging and arting for awhile. So hang in there with me.

I made her wait for two weeks past her due date. During a muggy New Jersey summer.

How long did you make your mom miserable before you decided to give her a break and get born already? (I'm sure your mom would answer "too damn long.")

I know I talk about my parents relatively frequently on le blog, but oddly enough, I don't exactly want to dig up anything on Mom for this post before Mother's Day weekend. I guess it's because she's already the star of this month's Gypsy Bonfire. You'd think I would be filling your eyeballs for pages, since I find myself reading Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, following up Little Altars Everywhere.

(What can I say? There's a reason why the first book got made into a sappy, incompletely realized movie.)

So instead, I'll leave you with an excerpt of an essay by Garrison Keillor I found on Salon.com:

Like an old lioness, she'll come running even if you're 2,000 miles away.

That is why you pay homage to the old lady on Mother's Day. You entered this cold world causing her more pain than she thought possible and now she won't ever give up on you.

I thought this was fairly appropriate because I'll be helping someone new with the "you entered this world" part later this year. I'm preggers, people! But I'm sure the 33% added crankiness has been completely unnoticeable.

Scrubs: RIP

But I don't want it to go!

Last night, the series finale of Scrubs aired. It wasn't as absorbing as it usually is -- I think they did a better job pulling off the episode where they did an actual musical -- but maybe that's due to the writers' strike. I'm guessing the staff really didn't have the time to put in the effort they might've, had the season been a normal length.

I don't know which I'll miss more: the actual jokes, or the depictions of JD's relationship with Turk, and Turk's relationship with Carla. One element of JD and Turk's friendship reminds me of my own friends and me: race is part of our relationship but it's just part of who we are, and if we have dumb questions about the other, we can ask because we've put in the time to get to know each other as people.

Carla and Turk's relationship, on the other hand, I love because she's bossy and he's just stupid -- but they work together, in spite of their egos. Plus, Turk looks (and acts) a lot like my brother.

I hope the actors all find work at least as good as Scrubs. And I really want to see Angela Nissel (wrote about her here) one of the writers who became a supervising producer, get another show!

I miss them already. Yes, I know they're in syndication. But I miss them.

I blame this on Dr. Kelso.