HAPPY NEW YEAR!

THE GREAT PIZZA CRUMB DISASTER

So, I am in the kitchen making myself a healthy breakfast (read: pizza crumb cake, which comes in a pizza box, hence the name.)

I cut myself a piece and lovingly place it on my plate, when the lid of the pizza box hits my water bottle and knocks it over.

The plate becomes a wading pool, my slice of pizza crumb is now floating! I quickly grab the crumb cake, pat it dry, put it back into the pizza box and continue mopping up the rest of the water.

After cleaning up said mess I decide that perhaps taking my breakfast back to the computer isn’t the most intelligent idea, so I decide to just eat it standing at the counter (like all good, normal, well adjusted people do).

I refill my water bottle and place it carefully on the upper counter, safely out of the way of all disaster and continue to prepare the crumb cake.

All of a sudden, and without any prompting on my part (hitting, touching, knocking, tapping, nudging, etc.) the bottle, eying the now semi dry pizza crumb, gives a slight chuckle and executes a perfect swan dive onto the counter below, glug, glug, glugging its contents over the pizza crumb once again.

I can only surmise that the bottle wanted that last piece of crumb cake for itself!

Moral of the story: even soggy, pizza crumb is still delicious!

Doug

Doug was confused; nobody told him he needed ears.

sighing as an Olympic event

if sighing was an Olympic event, i’d bring home the gold!

i say this with a great deal of pride, because i learned from a pro. my mother was an Olympian too. (i think it’s in the genes.)

and don’t think i mean just run of the mill sighing. i mean sighing that falls into special and distinct categories:

there’s the ‘exasperated sigh’,

the ‘i have the weight of the world on my shoulders’ sigh,

the ‘i can’t believe you said that’ sigh,

the’ i’ve had enough of this’ sigh,

the ‘exhausted sigh’, you get the idea.

each and every one is different. and each and every one is distinguishable from the other.

it takes years and years of practice to perfect the art of sighing, and i’ve devoted myself to this pursuit in earnest.

Just ask my husband!

reflections

people say they started their blog to connect with friends and family in ‘cyberspace.’  

cyberspace…… a mystical concept to me, of things just ‘floating and zooming around out there’ (much like energy and time.)

so here’s a theory…

in a twisted, seriously skewed kind of way, maybe that’s why i started my blog. to connect with my parents. to let them know what i’m up to and that i’m doing okay.

too serious? too demented? oh well, these thoughts zoom through my mind and occasionally leak out!

i guess i just miss them, especially this time of year.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

may all your Christmas wishes come true!

just playing in the studio

'looking for Hitchcock'



i can’t do that

but I can do this.    



i find myself lamenting,”why can’t i make graffiti canvases like alias burke?”
“why can’t i paint colorful collage sheets like traci bautista?”

“why can’t I draw like tim burton?”

and the answer, of course, is because I’m NOT alias burke or traci bautista or tim burton.

I am me. and my art reflects that. no matter how hard I try, i still show myself in my work. and that’s a good thing.

ok, here’s an interesting tidbit….

the other day, husband was telling me about a couple of customers he had that day. in the course of the conversation i asked him how old they were (it was pertinent!)

this was his reply……

“ our age, 60.”

(i’d like it noted here that husband is older than i and even he hasn’t hit sixty yet. so where this was all coming from i can’t even guess!)

this was my response:

BLINK

but in my head this is what i was thinking……

nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no!

i am nowhere near sixty! (ok, chronologically i’m closer than i’d like to admit) but in my head, where i am, i just got out of my twenties (ok, thirties.)

it reminded me of the scene from parenthood (the movie) where dianne wiest says: “i’m not old enough to be a grandmother! i was at woodstock for christ sake!”

so…..where do you stand in the time space continuum chronology? do you feel your age? (and i’m not talking aches and pains here people) i mean in your head, your heart. how old are you really?

meet the boys



'Spike'

'the original nice guy'



'Sourpuss'



"ho hum, life sucks, woe is me"





'lecherous Leon'

I think his expression says it all.