Photobooth Friday: Seven

This is from a strip taken in the fall of 2000. My life was so different then. Aspirations of craftiness shadowed my thoughts but mostly I huddled and read chick lit on the sofa. I fell in love with Gilmore Girls. I wandered around swap meets alone. I bought my produce at The Farmer's Market. I cried. A lot. I felt alone.

This Sunday, the mister and I are heading out for Rootbeer Floats in honor of our first "date". We met online. Yuppers. We met online and were so, so, so tired of stupid people that we decided to lay it all out on the table and I proposed we meet for a float. I asked if we could talk and see. I asked if when our floats were finished if we could be honest and say 1 of three things.

1. Hey, I like you let's do this again.
2. Hey, you're cool but...
3. Oh my mawd quick take your clothes off!

So we sat and we talked and we talked and we walked and at the end I said with a smile "Hey, have a nice life..." His eyes flashed panic and I squeezed him "only joking" and we decide that we could be friends. Six months later he came to my birthday party. One week later we went on a real, real date of beach walking, family stories, Faster Pussycat Kill! Kill! and a proclamation of "I like you" followed by a sweet and simple kiss. Two years later we jumped off the fountain and here we are now, five years later.

Seven years ago I had no idea I needed all that alone time to really figure out me. I had no idea that two years later I would meet the mister. I had no idea I would be living the crafty life and I had no idea I could be so happy.

Photobooth Friday: The One That Got Left Behind

...and rediscovered! Yay!

This strip was taken after a day of cavorting around Olvera Street and Chinatown with my old friend Cat and my new flickr friend Jules. We was soooooooo tirrrrred. The booth had just been maintenanced and the flash was extra bright. All the strips came out overexposed so the nifty gal at Pull My Daisy poppedi n her magic key and let us take a bunch of strips on the house. We were good honest peoples and took only two replace the two that came out all wonky. I showed some fine restraint and left an overexposed strip behind. Now, when I feel all sad I go back to say hi and of course pop a couple of bucks into the machine to booth a little more.

This is a week of grown-up-itis. We're all ailing with old people stuff. The mister was displaying symptoms of gut troubles. I had two moles biopsied and today I am heading out to mri town to act as moral support for a friend who is getting a brain scan. Boothing it keeps us young and happy if not always as healthy as we would like. So, if you hear the ice cream man, get yourself a bomb pop and if you happen by some sprinklers, pull over and run through them and always always always wear sunscreen!

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Photobooth Friday: creepy

I don't have much more to add about htis strip, you can click on it to read a wee bit if ya like. Finals are sucking me dry and the lull of the internet is keeping me from my studies. Just one more fix....more boothers to the right and as always, don't forget to take a gander at our fearless leader's post and the photobooth friday flickr group.

Photobooth Friday: Invisible

Yikes! I'm invisible or at least my nifty new tiara is. This strip was taken last week at Pull My Daisy along with a bunch of others that came out way too bright. I kinda like when the machine gets all wonky but the nifty gal at the shop and I'm sorry but i can;t remember your name, put the magic key in the booth and let us take a few "redo" shots. I want a booth with a magic key!

Today, before 11am...I had washed three loads of laundry, swept the floors, cleaned the kitty box, hit the market, canceled my missing check card and finished three and a half projects for scrumdilly-do! Whoo-hoo! What an accomplishment. I am sooo tired now. I still have to finish my Poetry Anthology for my children's literature class and I need to write 2 pages at least for my memoir for English class. I also have to do some major etsy packaging and of course all those crafty bits I haven't finished need finishing. There are still ten things on my to-do list so I had better skeedaddle! Happy Donut Day folks!

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Photobooth Friday: flickr and friends

What a day! We hit the booth after all the nuttiness just so I could post an authentic for reals photobooth friday strip! yay for local boothing! Click on the picture for details of the day. I need to go finish my drink!

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Photobooth Friday: A one and a...one?

I wanted to do the finger show of 1,2,3,4 but somehow I blanked out and kind of sat there much like Cindy Brady on that episode when she is in the kids t.v. trivia show and the red light hypnotizes her. At least she got a party when she got home. Me? I got to view our sad blacked out, burned out park. This strip is from the day after the fire. I t is also the first day Icould get my sad straw like hair into a ponytail which thoguh it may not work for me is a something I absolutely lurve. I felt cute and semi stylish in my dark jeans, green low tops & stiped black on black muscle-t. I also wore my new etsy purchase, a great little snail and flower piece made by Literatavian aka Adorned by Morgan. It was a hot day and I had carpooled for the first time with a fellow classmate. My lungs still hurt from the smoke and I was tired but I was also determined to get into a booth!

The new booth is in Silverlake. Clued in by Cathy and Susan, I dropped off my classmate and hit Sunset Blvd. I parked Rodney just a skip away for Casbah Cafe and walked into the new and improved Pull My Daisy and swooned. There she stood. An honest to goodness black and white photobooth. Her blue curtained self all shiny and waiting. I was home. Bingo was there of course and just as chipper as a weiner dog can be and there were loverly shoes to look (and try on) at whilst I waited for my strip. If you are in the Silverlake neighborhood, check 'em out! Super sweet, nifty folk with lots of fun indie goods to peruse.

Yesterday I had a wee mental breakdown and pity party for myself sans the balloons. I went to my nifty dentist who found even more work that needed to be done but he could do it AND knock me out also except for the fact that my insurance won't cover even a portion until next year and I can't wait until next year. I can go to another dentist but none of the drillers under my insurance plan will knock you out and I simply cannot keep my mouth open that long and the anxiety makes me sick. Really sick. So, I called the dentist and asked for an estimate and laughed myself silly. Maybe if I sold the car? I'm not kidding, it is THAT crazy. I don't know what I am going to do. sigh.

Check out more boothing boothers in the flickr pool or you can blog surf the old timers listed in the links on the right. Either way, have fun and come join us!

And...if yer in the neighborhood tomorrow, come craft for Felt Club with Jenny & myself. We'll be at the Whole Foods Market near The Grove from Noon-3pm. Bring yer kidlets and make some nifty for Mom! Read more about it!

Photobooth Friday: I know you are but what am I?

I seem to have Pee-Wee on my mind. Many years ago when I joined Nervousness.org I frantically tried acquiring Pee-Wee portraits for my wall. I had quite a few artists and swaps lined up but only one turned out to follow through and she created this wonderful big eyed Pee-Wee with a lobster claw and tail. Creepy and perfect for me. A few years before that I purchased a Pee-Wee portrait painted on an old film tin. And that was it until I started swapping thru flickr. The loverly Lilia created this bit of glittery goodness and the super duper nifty Barbara created cupcake toppers for me. Eeps! I lurve Pee-Wee! And Christine, creator of kitsch, painter of chickens & robots and wearer of squishy spikey caps created the fabulous fauxtobooth strip you see here. Sigh. I'm so feeling the lurve right now. So much so that I am now having the amazingly talented Christel who painted this for Mr.A-go-go's Christmas gift paint me a Pee-Wee. Yeah, you could say I have Pee-Wee on the brain.

I dreamt of super niftiness early this morning. The kind of niftiness that is so normal and yet really crazy and fabulous that when you do finally wake up you can't but help feel disappointed. It may not seem fabulous to you but I found myself in my teenage neighborhood and on my way to my present school when I found an old vintage poster of some sort of fabulous elephanty circus fun and when I went to pick it up I found a pile of oodles and bits and in that pile there were old photobooth strips of my family I never knew existed and an orange sweater vest with a knitted purple lobster all across the back and tchotchkes galore. Sure I was crawling around a filthy pile of junk and mud and who knows what but there were old photobooth strips and vintage clothes that FIT me and green mary janes and vintage children's books with clowns in them. When I was done searching I had to get everything into the car but first I had to take out the toilet paper that my brother picked up and the package was huger than huge like some sort of super duper size and I felt like a magician who pulls the never endng scarf out of his hat only I was tug, tug, tugging away at the largest bulk pack of toilet paper in the world! Then I thought to myself how I could use one of the strips I found for Photobooth Friday and then I realized that is was Friday and I didnt have class on Friday and then I woke up to the Witch-Baby's cold nose on my neck. The reality of reality sunk in and I felt like the seven year old me who dreamt about finding a Hello Kitty rack of goodness in the livingroom only to find a snoring sleeping brother on the floor when she woke up. Man, sometimes I have the best dreams.

Today I get to play at Tinker and I know you are all jealous. I'm also crave, crave, craving some sort of baked goodness but cannot decide if I shall do the baking or if I will attempt to hunt down something in a cake shop or not. Either way, I'll take pictures of course!

Happy Friday folks and Happy day before the BIG DAY to you Ms. Magpie! May it be as exciting as finding a purple and orange sweater vest on the side of the road. I wish you and the sweets a most fabulous of fabulousness. *mwah*

Photobooth Friday: on the fringe

I am on the fringe. At least I always tend to feel that I am. When I was a teenager I more or less wallowed in my fringie-ness by listening to Oingo Boingo's On the Outside over and over again while getting all teary eyed as I read my Sweet Valley High books. I was never really good at feeling accepted, I'm still not. I'm okay with it though...mostly...okay well, only sometimes. I like to be by myself mostly because this way I won't alienate anyone or say something stupid because my insecurities make me babble like there will never be a tomorrow. Nonstop. I babble, squeak, blah blah and oftentimes I am sure I sound like a grown up in a Peanut's cartoon. So, here I am in a photobooth bedecked in a fringed skirt sans leggins or footless tights. It must have been during a thin period when my legs didn't feel a need to stick together whenever I sported a skirt. I don't have this skirt anymore. I managed to rock it at least once as evidenced in this frame. I don't remember the day this was taken, or whether or not I had company but I do rememember I wore a black v-neck t-shirt and some ever so fanciful plumb colored stacked mary-janes. If I could have twisted that booth seat up high enough I would have shoved my foot in the frame also.

I haven't taken a new booth shot in awhile and I miss it. Hmm...must get to one soon. Wanna guess what we're doing tonight? We're going to a Dodger Game. My first. Seriously. I'm a native and have never been to a game. I have however met Tommy Lasorda, shook his hand and everything. Dinner tonight will be a Dodger dog methinks. Happy Friday folks. Check out more boother in the Photobooth Friday flickr group and on the sidebar over there on your right!

S'mores time and an early PF!

Mr. A-go-go and I are hitting the road this morning for a camping trip in Joshua Tree! We booked the campsite many months ago and had grand plans for a large group of firends and family but now it seems the group has dwindled down a bit. We're still gonna hang out with nifty and faboo peoples and everything but we'll be on our own for the first two days. The witch-baby knows something is up and she's right now sitting at Mr. A-go-go's feet meow meow meowing away. "Bring me! Bring me!" or maybe it's "Don't leave! Don't Leave, Who will feed me?" Anywhoo, we're packing up and heading out so I wish y'all a bestest weekend ever and here's an early peak at this week's photobooth friday:

Photobooth Friday: I see you

Oh how I adore polka-dots. Especially red on white polka-dots. I have been looking for a red & white polka dot dress FOREVER and have yet been able to find one that works on my person. Someday. This strip is from my birthday bash last year. I can't wait to do another birthday bash, perhaps next year I will do one at the black and white booth but it isn't as cheap as the old one that is now gone but it is at a bar which may help me get strips of people I don't know...hmmm...I'm not a big fan of sloppy drunken strips when in any moment someone may moon, flash or flip off the camera. Call me a fuddy duddy but I'm not a fan. Happy Friday folks! Don;t forget to check out the other boothers at the Photobooth Friday Flickr group.

Photobooth Friday: oh so arty

What do ya think? This strip was taken at the beginning of my reintroduction to the booth. I'm thinking December 2000 maybe or maybe it was January 2001. I think it was after my Mamos passed and I was hosting a friend's photo openning at the big bookstore I worked at. It was a great night with old friends. We laughedm hugged and drank sidecars at a swanky bar. We took a lot of pictures of the actual fun but this strip was taken before it all began which is why I like it so much.

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photobooth friday: the "found' edition

Okay, not really found but discovered on the windshield of Rodney the car. Left just for me & Mr.A-go-go by our favorite "nephew" and friend Danny-boy who must have spent the day train traveling and subway hopping. Who may have been to downtown and Amoeba before tucking this surprise under the windshield wiper. I only wish he had actually stopped to say howdy but then again he may have and I might have missed him because I was out in the garden trying to take pictures of bunnies for the shop.

Thank you mister for leaving this jewel for us and I just may post the front with your permission...;)

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Photobooth Friday: X-ray Specs & Wig Action

We hit the Edendale Grill (well, acutally the Mixville Bar) for our second anniversary photobooth strip. We had wigs and scarves and backdrops and of course some nifty eyewear. Three strips were taken here is my favorite from the set...

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Photobooth Friday: Happy Anniversary

Today is our second wedding anniversary and we spent the day jumping, eating bad breakfasts and looking for sandbox seamonsters. We're actually off to a photobooh right now so catch ya later!

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Photobooth Friday: The Birthday Edition

Yep folks, today is my birthday and boy does Mr.a-go-go know me or what? This year was too busy to make any spectacular birthday plans so we thought we would go to the booth. Rather, I thought we would go to a booth and take a picture and see if we could get any other strangers to go in with or for me...sadly I am sick. Super sick. The sick that isn't sick which has been haunting me since October has finally given in and gifted me for my birthday. Pooh. The tree trimmer are STILL outside chop chop chopping away and my throat is STILL sore though now the tenis ball has tunred into a superball. I'm not as achey and only half as whiney but I have nifty photobooth strips to make me giggle, freshly made fruit salad and a bunch o flicks I stumbled out to rent yesterday. I had wanted to bake some birthday cupcakes but I'm not feeling up to it maybe I'll stumble out to the little Armenian Market and pick up a bunch of wee cakes. One of the best birthday cakes I have ever been gifted with was a big pink box chock full o tiny cakes by Edie from my good friend Leets, book lover and events planner extraordinaire. SO many different flavors and I could share or not...I did share of course but those cakes were the most thoughtful cake gift ever! Thank you Leets! Hang in there with the new store chaos and try to get yourself a car!

Welp folks, my toes are cold and so is my tea and the sofa is calling calling calling out to me...wishing you all the most splendid unbirthday ever and keep boothing!!! If anyone ever wants to trade booth pics, drop me a line!

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Photobooth Friday: vintage

This delightful young lady is my mom. I'm thinking this was taken when she was 16 or so but I could be mistaken. There is simply so much I could write about her but I don't know where to start. She was an amazing women who was dealt a very sad hand. I wouldn't wish the traumas that she went through on anyone but then again I am wouldn't be the person I am today if not for them. She was beautiful and full of hope, promise, crrativity and love and then life happened. She never got to realize her potential. She never beleived in herself. She based all of her self worth on my father and the fact that he walked out. Boy, did he walk out. I have probably mentioned this before but my mother did an amazing job at being my mom. She raised people's spirits when they were down. She was a listener and a good one and while she had every right to complain or vent herself, she never did. I tried to get her to, I tried. She spent 25 years of her life, my life, pining. Pining for a man who deserved nothing of the sort. Then, one day while I held a pity party for myself at the foot of her bed she came out of it. The look of wonder and amazement on her face for all those years wasted made my heart weep. Made my heart laugh. She came out of it. We laughed, we shopped, we made grand plans for the new mamos. We were partners in crime. We had a blast. She was 58 years old and she woke up. Less than six months later my mamos was gone. I miss her everyday. I miss her now. Take a cue from her and like the tacky plaque her cousin gave her when my brother died...when life gives you lemons, make lemonade...make lemonade with a little bit of spice.

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photobooth friday: seeing double

What can I say? I like wigs, I like photobooths. I thought at one time to use the same pose in the booth everytime I went. I think I did it this one time, on the same day in two different wigs. I scored the wigs at an after Halloween sale at Target. They were $3 each. Taken in 2004 we have gotten a lot of use out of these wigs.
Tomorrow is an estimated photobooth day. Of course we have much more planned for the day so the booth may get pushed back to Sunday. Long live the booth!

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photobooth friday: i get a bang out of him

Methinks the husbandman has surpassed me in photoboothing. His expressions are just dandy and he always has a great story. Yes, I am superbly jealous. It's a good thing I lurve him so. We have a houseguest for the next 10 days who is just as freaky over the booth as we are. Tiemto hit the bank and get us a stash of ones. We're going boothing!

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Photobooth Friday: A first

His first time and maybe his last. He refused to look at the camera. A few days later he told me he had been scared. at the time when we asked all he did was shake his little fists nd scream "I don't wanna!" Now, he says he's fine. Hopefully we didn't traumatize him too much. This is from a boy who wouldn't ride Peter Pan at Disneyland but went on the spinning rockets four times. FOUR TIMES! He also has a penchant for hanging upside down and for his birthday he really wanted a purple alarmclock. Go figure. Happy Birthday little man, Happy Birthday!

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