Me and my Quiet Riot shirt, bandanna and skates...rolling the rink screaming "Girls rock your boys!!"
I don't know what to say or how to feel. First time I met Kevin was several years after I had seen QR play. He was always a class act on stage ALWAYS! Even with people throwing shit at him, he made humor out of it by either saying "thanks I needed that knock in the head" or pouring drinks on himself...and there was always that great fucking part of the show where Kevin would yell "Now folks, this is the part of the show we call Hits Hits and more Hits!!"
The night I met him 6 years ago, I went right up to him after the show with my handy sharpie and said "will you sign my boobs?" And he smiled and said "that's my favorite canvas! Absolutely!" From then on, we stayed in touch. And when I would go see QR he would always point to me and say "hey, its my favorite canvas" In fact, that was the last thing he ever said to me in July of this year when I called another friend who was standing right next to him..."well hello Peachy, how's the canvas"
If you got to at least meet him once, you would know he was one hell of a guy! And this world just lost a superstar!
Give it up for Mr Kevin DuBrow....the Metal Health Master! You will be missed babe!
oxoxox
Peachy "The Canvas"
Currently
listening
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Condition Critical
By
Quiet Riot
Release date: 25 October, 1990
On November 25th 2002, I lost one of the most important people in my life...my mother.
In the next few days, I will write my thoughts and allow you all to see how lonely this world is to me without her in it.
The default I have chosen is a piece by artist John William Waterhouse. The piece is called The soul of a rose.
My mother loved pink roses.....and to me, everytime I see a beautiful pink rose, I think of her. She was in fact buried in dozens and dozens of pink roses.
As promised, I think I can now stop crying for a moment to explain the day my mother died. My mother had Juvenile Diabetes since the age of 11. She always had to take insulin shots, it was just a way of life for her. In 2001, her kidneys began to fail on her. The doctor put her on dialysis, that she hated. My mother was very much a go and do person. To be tied down 3 times a week to a machine that filters her blood was something she did not want to do. At this time, her and my father moved to Dallas while I remained in Houston with my daughter and at the time my husband. She would call me everyday the year before she died and would tell me how depressed she was, and how sick she was of being sick. I knew she wanted to die. As for my sister and my father, who lived near her, I believe in my heart that they did not want to believe she was as sick as she was. November 23rd, 2 days before Thanksgiving in 2002, she called me that morning and told me how much she loved me, and how proud she was of me. She told me that she had already went Christmas shopping for the whole family, and now, she was tired and ready to lie down. At the time, I figured she was actually tired, now, I know she was telling me her final good bye. Nov 25th, day before Thanksgiving 2002, I woke up at 6 am that morning to get ready for work. The phone rang and it was my sister. She told me that mother was having problems breathing and was in ICU at a hospital near Greenville. We both said to each other that she would be fine. She always was. She was in and out of ICU that past year, it was like old habit. Mom always came through. I told my sister me and my family would be there (Dallas) in the morning for Thanksgiving and would go see mom in the hospital. I left for work. At this time, I had only had this job for a week, my sister or father did not have my work number and could not get in touch with me. 7 that night, when I walked in the door, I saw I had 65 messages on my answering machine. I knew something was not right. Instead of listening to the messages, I called my sister. She answered in tears and all she said was "she's gone....mom is gone...she is dead"....... I heard her, but at the same time, I didn't. Then I passed out briefly. After I came to, I stopped crying and asked what happened. After I got off the phone that morning with my sister, my mother kept going into cardiac arrest due to the overload of fluid on her kidneys. The doctors decided to care flight her to a better care hospital that was an hour and a half away if drove. My dad and sister left, my mother was loaded into the flight, 5 minutes in flight she went intro cardiac arrest and they could not revive her. When landed, the doctors did work on her for an hour. My father and sister showed up an hour after she was confirmed dead. They had no clue....the nurse came up to my father and told him, the woman he had been married to for 38 years, was no longer alive. He went to his knees and sobbed.... The next morning, while I made the 4 hours trip from Houston to Dallas, I began to think about our last conversation..and about how she would tell me she was tired of being sick. I felt almost at peace for my mother., I was not crying, I don't know why I could not cry. I suppose it was because I knew she was now no longer sick. When I arrived at my dads, all the family was there and the look on my dads face is one thing I can not describe. In fact, I can not possibly describe how I felt or still do. It is too much pain. We went to the funeral home that night for a viewing, again, I could not cry, my mother looked so beautiful and so peaceful in her pink gown. My dad and sister were beyond tears. The next morning was cold and windy, I woke up, I had written what I was going to say on the funeral. I dressed in black and walked out to the car waiting. As we arrived at the grave site, there she was, her coffin was pink, and it was covered in pink roses. I said what I had to say, along with my sister and my dad. Still, no real tears. While everyone else cried, I simply stood there, looking at my mother and how peaceful she looked. My dad took off 2 rings she wore and gave one to me and one to my sister, we then grabbed a few roses and they lowered her in the ground. While everyone was leaving, I stood there, and waited for them to empty all the dirt. When they had finished, I grabbed a jar and loaded it with her grave dirt for my house. The next few weeks were tough, I went back to work, I still could not cry....until....that one day, a month later. Me and my mother LOVED the soap All my Children. We would watch it everyday then call each other and gossip about it. But this day....when I turned on the TV, and one of her fav characters did something, I went to the phone to call her...and then realized...she would not pick up...that is when I lost it and began to cry uncontrollably. Today, I still miss her after 5 years, I have not been able to watch All my Children. I stare at the jar of dirt everyday and smile at the photo I have of her in front of Graceland. She loved Elvis. Each day gets easier, but I will never forget her. I have added the song "Hello Darlin" by Conway Twitty to my page for her. My father and my mother use to dance to that song all the time., Since I was a little girl, I remember my dad putting it on; grabbing my mother and dancing and singing to her...... I love and miss you mommy.....
Currently
listening
:
Amarantine
By
Enya
Release date: 22 November, 2005
Dang, been a while since I have typed anything....so I thought I would tell you all about my surgery coming up on Tuesday October 2nd.
Yes I know it was scheduled for December....then they found 13 fibroid tumors on my uterus. And my lady time has been coming more often and so bloody that I passed out a few times at work and have become severely anemic (yes, that was graphic..for the guys reading this....you may leave the room now if you wish..I wont hold it against you)
They scheduled my hysterectomy for Sept 25th, BUT they decided to do a biopsy of my uterus first, to make sure these tumors are benign.
But, as is, next Tuesday is the day. They will only remove my uterus and keep the ovaries, without the ovaries I would go into instant menopause at 35! And I am not ready for that...and neither is the world ready for Peachy Menopause!
Since my uterus is also extremely enlarged, the simple day surgery has turned into major surgery. Which means, instead of them going up my coo pappy, they will need to cut me wide open which leads to a 3 day stay in the hospital.
How do I feel about all this? Not sure, I am in severe pain right now and look forward to that pain being over with, but I am also not wanting the pain that comes after the surgery.
I also feel as if I am loosing a part of me...I do not want anymore children..so whats the big deal? I guess I feel like I will not be a women anymore.....
OK positive side, I will NEVER have to buy a fucking tampon again! I will never have to worry about getting pregnant, and the best part, the part that satisfies the ho bag in me...I can have sex ANYTIME of the month! Woooppeee
Any takers? Come on....its dry lands up in there.
So there you have it.
All I ask is one thing.....when I am doped up on morphine....that in my drug induced hallucinations...Phil will come see me....with roses and sit next to me on my bed and say "it's going to be ok you naughty little crumpet"
Bye for now!
Soon to be wombless Peachy!
Currently
listening
:
Under the Pink
By
Tori Amos
Release date: 01 February, 1994
Lamiaisms 802 Back to school!
Current mood: amused
WOW! Been a while, but today I got a doozy of a Lamiaism!
I call this "Meeting Lamia's 3rd grade teacher"
This afternoon, I had the chance to meet Lamia's teacher before school next Monday.
First off, I had to dye her hair a "normal" color, so we chose black. And the cat is fine BTW!
Anywho, we walk into her class and Lamia looks at me and says "oh mama..we really need to get going, we don't need to be here, lets go get ice cream!"
I look down at my child and think "hum....ice cream does sound yummy, and I hate these parent teacher functions becuz I am always the freak mom with the freak kid...."
In mid thought Lamia's teacher walks up to us and says "Well hello Lamia! We meet again!"
First off, my child has only been in school 4 years, I have never seen this one...how does she know my child.
Lamia looks at her teacher and in a quiet voice says "Hello".
I ask the teacher how she knows Lamia? Her teacher looked at me and said "In the first grade when Lamia would get in trouble, her teacher would send her to my class. I have a way with children who misbehave "
Ohhh....greeeaattt!! So my child, only in the 3rd grade is known as the "child who misbehaves"
NICE! Way to live up to her name!
Give her a little hell for me kiddo! This year will be fun! I can just feel it!
It is that time again! Lamiaisms 601
Current mood: blank
Here we are again, with another Lamiaism
Those who are new to this, Lamia is my 8 yr old child who lives up to her given name.
She does strange things! And, here, I can share with the world....
Lamiaism 601 Dying the cats tail pink.
This past weekend I dyed her hair Hot Pink since she is now out of school and can have punk rock hair.
I use Manic Panic, since it is harmless and damn cool.
This evening, while I was online paying bills.....I look out the corner of my eye and see Lamia hoping along (she hurt her leg recently, she is part monkey and climbs tree's and falls out of them)
Now then......as I try and ignore her hop across the hallway...I see one of my cats dashing through my living room.....I look closer and her tail is now hot pink...
I call to my child to come to mama please...
She slowly comes to me and I say
"Child...why is the cats tail hot pink?"
Lamia says "I dont know"
And I notice the hot pink dye on her hands......
And I ask me child
"Lamia, why did u do that?"
Lamia says to me
"She just got into it herself! I promise"
At this point and time, I head towards the wine in my fridge....
I come back, and look at my child and say "you know, little girls who lie to their mommy's get thier My Little Pony's taken away from them FOREVER!
And of course, she cant do without her Pinky Pie...she fessed up.
Another edition of Satanic Tid Bits!
Current mood: grateful
First off, thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes! Made me get a little teary eyed!
And with it being Sunday, Gods day of rest, allow me to open thy eyes once again!
"Blessed are those that believe in what is best for them, for never shall their minds be terrorized- Cursed are the 'lambs of god', for they shall be bled whiter than snow!" The Satanic Bible Book V Verse 9.
"I use to be Snow White, but I drifted"~Mae West
Jesus love you...much I think you're an asshole!
Hail Satan
Peachy!
Currently
listening
:
Among the Living
By
Anthrax
Release date: 15 June, 1990
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