phooey on foursquare.

Foursquare? I quit you. I’m the opposite of Brokeback Mountain “I don’t know how to quit you.”


You think you deserve an explanation as to why? Besides the whole I don’t really ever go anywhere and I don’t really get it…but that’s not why.


10:14 Stephanie checked in at Target.

10:14- 3 seconds Text from TOTT:  DON’T SPEND ANY MONEY.

Busted by foursquare.

I quit.

I’m not a (just) mother, I’m a Performance Artist.

I am filing this one under:

Did you click that? Do, I’ll wait. Are you smart enough for it? Cause I am not. I am an artist, an actor, a writer and I At the end of the day to me it’s just a naked chick on a bicycle, and a woman wearing a dress that she can pee in sitting on a wooden chair for 15 hours a day being silent.


One of this artists past pieces was to carve with razor blade on her stomach. Sweet! Now I know that in junior high I wasn’t just cutting…I was creating. I was doing a performance piece! Shame those doctors weren’t smart enough to understand it.

And thus I’ve decided that I myself, am ready for my very own New York City art exhibition, because I do more than just sit in a chair peeing in my dress. I sculpt every day. So do you. And my sculpture is a living one.

My son.

 Each day I sculpt his mind, his self esteem, his feeling of being loved, his feeling of being secure. I also teach him not to touch hot things, to stay out of the dog’s water (or at least I try), I sing to him and with him, I laugh at his antics and comfort him when he cries.

Each night when he goes to bed he is a little more sculpted, a little more formed than he was just 24 hours earlier. Then, like any good sculptor or painter, I let my artwork rest, and in the morning greet him with fresh eyes.

Each morning I am astonished at how beautiful my little sculpture is. Even better, I’m inspired in new ways every day of things to do, things to teach, and best of all ways to simply enjoy the most amazing art ever created.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if every child was as cherished as ours? As painstakingly taught and sculpted to be caring, to share and to go through the world kindly?

Forget standing naked in a New York art gallery, I’m planning on doing some performance art this afternoon at the playground.

This piece shall be titled:

Stolen Moments and the joy of the wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

I hope you’ll sculpt today too!