Archive for May, 2012

May 11, 2012

Dali and my tattoo

It’s Dali’s birthday, today!

SALVADOR DALI

Salvador Domènec Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech, Marquis de Púbol — a.k.a. Salvador Dali — was born on May 11, 1904, in Figueres, Spain.

THE PERSISTENCE OF MEMORY - DALI - LA PERSISTANCE DE LA MEMOIRE

 One of his best-known works,
The Persistence of Memory,
was completed in 1931.

MUDD TATOUAGE PEACE DALI PEACE TATTOO

One of my best-known tattoos was completed in 1996.
It’s also the best logo ever created: the PEACE sign.
And it’s tattooed on my left arm… with a Dali twist to it.

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P.S.: Dali has been creating havoc “elsewhere” in the Universe
since January 23, 1989.

GREY BAND - BANDE GRISE

May 10, 2012

things i don’t do anymore (3)

I don’t go to bed wearing make-up.

MUDD WEARS MAKE-UP TO BED

I did this from age 15 to 36 because I felt ugly without make-up. I’d wash my face in the morning and then apply my make-up, and wash my face again at night before applying a new coat of make-up in order to hit the sack looking absolutely marvelous.

(smeared mascara over cakey foundation wasn’t exactly a pretty sight to see in the morning, but hey… what can I say… I was crazy that way)

yellow band

May 9, 2012

Brother-Sister Reunion (eight long years later)

Posted in family

My brother Robert, a.k.a. Bobby Baby, will be landing at Montréal-Trudeau airport next sunday morning.

Since his last visit in February 2004, eight long years have gone by… and a few more postcards have been added to the pile.

Robert and I are the last remaining members of the original Lavoie clan pictured below in 1971.

Mudd LAVOIE FAMILY 1971

On the right, proudly holding up the Commander in Chief Official Branch, is my dad — Gérard Lavoie — who died in 1974 of too much drinking and smoking… and of not following his dreams. He was 55.

On the left is my mother — Yvonne Thériault Lavoie — who passed away very suddenly in her rocking chair, in 1991. She was 70.

In the front, in the middle, is my darling younger brother André who followed his dreams but went flying to his death, in 1994, in a motorcycle -vs- car crash. He was 37.

And there we are in the back, my brother Robert on the right and me the older sister on the left, still standing after all these years.

Robert lives in Belgium, moved there in 1982 after falling in love with a beautiful Belgian girl. He’ll be around till May 31 — let the good times roll!

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P.S.: Robert travels a lot and has been to many European countries. Here are just a few of the postcards he has sent me over the years.
Postcards From Bobby Baby (1),  (2),  (3),  (4).

GREY BAND