.....and other random stuff......

Monday, December 30, 2013

Guest Blogger: Son1

Son1 was telling me a story the other day. 
I told him to write it down, I want to share it.....
(I have such talented children! ♥♥♥)

Everyone has their thing. David was no different. You remember those 'speak and spell' games that kids had a while back? He was fascinated with that thing. When he got older, he wanted to understand what language the modem was speaking. Those harsh, jagged tones must still call to him today.
Without help from the FBI he likely would have evaded capture forever. No one could put a dial tone to use like this kid could. In the wake of his tampering were hundreds of confused business owners, and even more frustrated Bell North employees.
David was arrested on December 21st, 1993 at a Pizza Hut in Hauppauge NY. In this particular incident he used a phone-ahead method he developed himself to falsify successful payment to the establishment, and nearly walked away with his pepperoni in hand. At the end of the investigation there were more than $25,000 worth of these falsified payments attributed to David, and the team responsible for his capture reports that there were likely much more. Due to his minor status, David was sentenced to 15 years of probationary monitoring, and the court decided in the interest of public safety to deny him access to any modern electronics.
In a recent interview David was quoted "The wires may be gone, but your phone still speaks the same language."


Thursday, December 26, 2013

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

MERRY CHRISTMAS

What happens under the mistletoe, STAYS under the mistletoe!

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

If These Balls Could Talk……

Get it? ………hahahahahaha (I crack myself up!)

I often wonder what thoughts inanimate objects have.
I’m sure they have them.
From my experience they are very opinionated little imps.

Each year we decorate the tree and talk about all the ornaments. 
Who made them, when they were made or where they came from.
We reminisce about Christmases past and I begin to wonder what memories the shiny little balls I inherited from my parents must have.

Some of them are older than I am. 
(I know it’s hard to imagine anything older than me, but try.)

They must have hung on my parents trees through the years even before BigBrother or I came along.
What stories could they tell……..?

All about the time my parents were living in their first apartment, just after my father came back from overseas. 
How nice it was to be hanging on a small tabletop tree. 
My parents sitting together in the warm glow of the Christmas lights. 
Two small packages tied with red ribbon under the boughs.

Then being lovingly packed away in tissue paper……emerging every year to adorn increasingly larger trees.
Children and friends ‘oh-ing and ah-ing’ at their breathtaking shimmeringness.

They are a bit dimmer now.
Slightly worn and dusty.


And every year I wish for a miracle….that they could tell me their stories……………….

Monday, December 23, 2013

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Who Knew You Could Grow Breasts on Your Lawn?














Totally un-retouched photos! 








Just when I think I’m running out of things to blog about………BOOM……. two boobs, um, I mean mushrooms show up on my neighbor’s lawn! 

Monday, December 16, 2013

Because it was There

To quote the people who willingly, insanely, on purpose climb Mt Everest for no apparent reason other than because ‘it was there.’

I sketched one of our patio chairs……‘because it was there.’

My way of thinking is much more sensible if you ask me.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Doing a Happy Dance

I feel like Sally Field! 
You love me, you really love me!
Well…..someone loves Trashy Tina!



















She sold!
I’m flattered, honored, pleased as punch and tickled pink!
That someone liked her enough to buy her as a Christmas present!
So Trashy Tina, Dumpster Diva is going to her ‘forever home’ for Christmas! 

(As much as I tell myself I don’t need the validation……..I do it for myself…..I don’t care about ‘their’ opinion…..blah, blah, blah…..it sure feels wonderful when someone else appreciates your art enough to actually buy it!)

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Be Careful What You Wish For…..?

Over the years wishes come and go.
They change and morph and sometimes even come true.
But sometimes you need to look a little closer to see that they have come true.

When I was about thirteen, I saw an old Susan Hayward movie.
She was a struggling fashion designer who ‘made it big’.
But the part that struck me was how she signed her designs.
All lower case letters ….r a e.

I thought, someday that’s what I’m going to do!
Not the fashion designer part mind you, just the signature, all lower case initials.
I had no idea what I would be signing, but that didn’t seem to matter!

Lo, these many years later I was signing a sketch and that movie popped onto my head.
Shabam! Wish fulfilled!
And I didn’t even realize it until just that moment.
It’s not exactly the fame and fortune I thought it would be, but it still came true.

The moral of this story, be careful what you wish for…..?
Nope, the moral of the story is BE MORE EFFING SPECIFIC WHEN YOU WISH!

Because I forgot to include the fame and fortune part! LOL

Monday, December 9, 2013

It’s Like Going to the Grocery Store Without a List


I sit down at the computer to look something up. Yay, Google.
But before I do, I think I’ll just take a quick peek at Facebook. (It’s a disease.)
Hours and heaven knows how many links later I finally get up because I either have to go to the bathroom or I’ve been sitting so long I’m getting achy. 

As I walk away I realize I never did get around to looking up what I initially sat down for!
Just like going to the grocery store without a list.

You come home with bags full and without the one item you went to purchase in the first place!

Thursday, December 5, 2013

How Finding a Dead Opossum Can Turn Into Comic Fodder for Your Blog

It was a beautiful temperate night in southwest Florida. 
We had the all sliders and windows wide open enjoying the cool dry air. 
A slight breeze was blowing across the living room where we sat.
Ahhhhh…..winter in Florida! What we pay our taxes for.

As I sat enjoying the evening zephyr gently wafting in……
“Do you smell that?” I asked Husband.
“What?” he questioned.
I should explain: I have what my doctor likes to call ‘nasal acuity’. If I were a DEA dog I’d put my bloodhound brethren to shame. I can detect the subtlest of odors at fifty paces. Husband’s olfactory senses, on the other hand, have died and gone to nose heaven.
He didn’t smell anything.
“It smells like……gas.” I said.
But there is no gas in this city. Only propane tanks for barbeques.
Husband dutifully goes and checks our propane tank.
It’s fine.

The next day dawns bright and sunny and once again we throw open all the doors and windows.
I still smell the aroma.
Occasionally.
On and off.
But then I notice our neighbor across the canal has painted his dock.
OH! I must have smelled the paint.
Mystery solved!

Later that evening Husband calls to me from the lanai, “Robin, come here!”
Now I know something must be up, he almost never calls me by my full name.
I rush out to the lanai and he points………

On the outside of the screen are flies.
Not just a handful, not just a few, but hundreds, no thousands of flies.
I’m talking Amityville Horror Movie, there has to be a dead body around here somewhere amount of flies!
They are on Wilson the lime tree, on the arborvitae tree around the corner and all over the pampas grasses.
All over the screens!

And the SMELL!
OMG the smell. What is it? And where is it coming from?

We look under the bushes, under and in the arborvitae. Husband goes and looks around the pampas grass.
Nothing, nada, zilch.
But we know it’s here somewhere, we can SMELL it. (Even Husband can smell it now!)

It was getting dark so we had to give up the hunt. We even had to close the sliders because the smell was getting so pungent.

The next morning Husband (aka Bwana) goes out to continue the search.
I interject here to say that we don’t always trim the pampas grasses as much as they tell you to. We figure it’s a great habitat for the geckos and garden snakes. 
It never occurred to me that it was also habitat for other bigger creatures! 
Silly me!

Husband finds a tunnel that runs under the tangled mass of pampas grass. 
As he reaches into the tunnel he feels something……soft. 

A dead opossum.

I handed Husband a pair of surgical gloves and went back inside. 

It was a dignified interment, only one in attendance. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

She Made it to the Big Time

'Trashy Tina' was juried into the Rejectamenta exhibit at the Alliance for the Arts!
I'm tickled pink! (of course, what other color would I be....?)
If you're in the neighborhood I hope you can stop by.

Friday December 6th 5 PM to 7:30 PM is the opening reception. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Cursing--- A Sign of Genius?

I read an online article recently that said people who curse a lot have higher IQ’s than average.
This is totally opposite of what my father used to say….’only small minds use small words.’
The article said that people who use big words profusely are trying to show off and demonstrate their self worth. (See what I did there….LOL)
Showing off aside, and on the off chance it’s true, here’s what I took away from reading the article…..

Considering how much I curse…………




















I’m a F*%^ing GENIUS!

Monday, December 2, 2013

Afterglow


We are sitting around the dining room table, gathered together for Thanksgiving.
It’s unusual for all of us to be together and we are reveling in the comfort and company of family.
One of the boys is telling a story and I’m laughing so hard tears are streaming down my cheeks.
Suddenly I hear my mother quietly say, “You did good” (a phrase she used all the time.)

I have often wished she could see the boys now, grown and handsome, intelligent, engaging and funny.
But when I heard her voice I know she does see them.

And my heart sings.