Wednesday, January 16, 2008

A2Z Project - Letter J

How about Jester and Jack O'Lantern?

The jester may look a little haggard but he's really only 27 yrs old. He's not very funny and his life is difficult because of it. Goes to show how important a good choice of career is in life.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Sunday, January 13

 I don't know how you guys do it. You guys who always seem to .... seem to ..... well, seem to not bitch about life. Its all I can do to keep from going totally 'round the bend, as it were, and committing murder or at least mayhem.

I'm watching the boys, because mom spent the night somewhere else. The sick, snotty nosed "boys". (I wanted to use the term rug rats, but I held back. I'm sure it will come up again... the opportunity to call it as I see it.) There was no sleeping last night. The minute I would fall asleep one of the rug rats would be up and crying. Put 'em back to bed and all would be quiet. But the minute I would drift off, then more whining and crying. And whats up with boys?! I swear, they whine and cry more than females. "mommma, ganmama, Vyron touched me....WWWWWWhine." "I want my mommy." (And I don't know why they want her... all she does is yell and scream at them. Its a happy little home around here.)

I want them to visit. VISIT... not live here!! (You knew that was coming, huh.) I WANT MY LIFE BACK!!

Oh sure, all I have to do is be tough and kick them out, but we all know about mother-guilt. Damned if I do, Damned if I don't. WHINE.

Just please over look me. It helps relieve the built up pressure if I whine a little every so often. Is there any question about where the boys got their whining?
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Thursday, January 10, 2008


We've had a tornado. Technically it was in Vancouver, Washington, but that's like an extention of Portland. (To others, Portland would be an extention of Vancouver.) The news people are so excited! Something a little out of the ordinary.

It has been rated as a "F 0". Go ahead. You can laugh. But it was a tornado, nonetheless.

They don't happen often around here. Folks calling in to the news station and sharing their experiences. Sounds like it was scary. Thankfully it didn't last long. Lots of debris being flung around. Trees uprooted, shopping carts flying through the air, large truck flipped over, etc.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

A2Z Project - Letter I

Some of my "I" illustrations are from past work. The first one here represents Instrument.

Another past work representing India

And here's a few quick sketches using words suggested by my daughter.

Sunday, January 06, 2008


One of my turn-ons is a bare chested dude working a broom and mop.

The cold is SLOWLY receding, but gawd I'm so tired of coughing. I'm sure all the neighbors in apartments around me are also very very tired of my coughing. My muscles are sore. And I can say with great humbleness that I have a better understanding of what people with health situations, such as CF, go through when they have to constantly try to clear their lungs.

I didn't think of it in time but I wished I had gotten a gallon of real orange juice and a pint of vodka. Between the vitamin C and the drying of alcohol, surely I could have put a cap on this cold sooner. Even if I couldn't, I probably wouldn't have cared.

Can you tell... I really have nothing to say. 'Mom' spend the weekend with a male friend. I'm hoping it leads to "roomate" situation for 'mom'. Its about my only hope in her getting her own place. She took Darius with her. He could make or break a deal, know what I mean? Vyron showed up there this evening... thats another make or break deal. All my hopes and dreams could be dashed, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

All this time alone and I did nothing. I'm too tired. Seriously. All this coughing is wearing me out. Thank goodness its on its way out.

Okay, I've got to go draw an iron or something.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Letter H - Head Cold

Need I say more. Hack...hack...sniff...aaaaachooooooo

On a different note, my daughter asked me if I would be interested in being her 'roommate'. We'd find another apartment and move in together. I already knew what my answer was going to be but I told her I'd think about it. That I'd think about it while two young boys were screaming and crying as loudly as they could, as they threw a temper tantrum. Ohmygawd... there is no way I would purposefully make my permanent living arrangement to include living with these two ... these two.... little boy-devils. When I thought of the actual physical move, I knew for sure I would not do this. I think I've probably moved 20 to 30 times in my life and I just can't do it any more. Besides.... please commit me if I give up the possibility of returning to living alone in my own space. With my own car. And my own pc. I could not think of one "payoff" for me in this arrangement.

On an up note, 'mom' is babysitting tomorrow night so I will have some personal time. Yahoo!!

I'm running out of tissues... gotta go now. aaah....aaaah..... aaaachoooooo!!

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Looking to Loosen Your Painting Style? video

The video is just under 5 minutes and is in a foreign language (foreign for us Yanks, anyway...? is that an appropriate term, Yanks?). I enjoyed watching it because the woman looks interesting. Her painting is done completely spontaneously, as far as I can tell, and she uses arm-wide brush stokes for the most part.... in a very loose manner, to my untrained eyes. Just something I enjoyed watching and thought you might also. Viewing priority would be mid-range if the subject interests you and you have a few minutes. (I put that here because I get the impression that some of you have very full and busy lives. Actually, I'm not sure why I'm putting a disclaimer here. Never mind.)

Tuesday, January 01, 2008


Well... so far 2008 kinda sucks, but I'm sure the year will go downhill from here. (hey, its called sarcastic humor. If you don't get it, it probably just means you're not sarcastic.) Sigh.

Here's where I should be putting on a happy face but it doesn't fit any more. Seems I've outgrown it. (snort. snicker.)

I still don't have my letter H to post. I tried to do something but never made it. I think I've cleared off the table 15 or 20 times so I could sit there and draw. After a few minutes its time to feed the rug rats again. Then its snack time. Then another meal time. And if it isn't time to waste food then I've got these little nose pickers up in my face again, touching everything or wiggling the table, reaching for the pencils... you get the picture. Oh. And 'bless their little hearts'. And I'm really sorry for society once D gets out there. Really, really sorry.

I got a sketch and a half done by using photos from a magazine. I didn't finish the dog once I saw how crooked he had become.

I can't even come up with much to talk about...which is, no doubt, a good thing since I would just be whining and complaining anyway.