Wednesday, August 31, 2005

More frames



Here are the last two.

My frames





Here are four of my finished frames. Let me know what you think

Short vacations

Every morning, I watch CNN's Headline News for a couple of hours so I can get caught up on what's going on in the world. Of course, the news is filled with dramatic scenes from the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. My heart and thoughts go out to all those affected by this terrible tragedy. So many lives lost at the hands of mother nature. It is very sad, indeed.

Amongst all the tragedy and horror of the hurricane, we see our president. Our Commander in Chief. Our Leader (or something like that). The story goes something like this:
President Bush today will be cutting short his vacation to head back to Washington D.C. to help provide a plan following Hurricane Katrina. The president will be flying into the hurricane-stricken areas to see for himself the massive destruction left in the path of the hurricane.

I'm watching, I'm listening. Taking it all in. And all I can think is "It's about damn time!". The hurricane hit Sunday and Monday and made a path of destruction throughout the southeastern part of the United States, leaving homeless, injured and dead in its wake. Not once did I hear about President Bush, his plans or anything he had to say on the subject at all! Now all I hear is how he has to cut his vacation short. Poor President has to leave his vacation early.

Hurricane Katrina hit and the country as a whole set themselves in motion lending support in a multitude of ways. Rescuing people from the rooftops of their homes, assisting the injured and dying, sending money and supplies and offering refuge to those left homeless, from the storm. All the while, the president was "on vacation". Personally, I think the president should have stayed on vacation and allowed us Americans to do what we do best...protect and support our own.

That's my humble opinion anyway.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Hard work...

Hard work really helps a girl sleep! I've been busy for the past 5 days and I tell ya, I haven't slept so well in all my life. My parents own a bowling alley. They just purchased it last December and have now finally decided to have a grand opening. It was this past Saturday. Scott and I drove down to my parents' and we helped them get things ready Friday night. We finally got back to my parents' house around 1am. Saturday we woke up about 9am and was back at the bowling alley by 10am. We worked getting everything set up til 1pm when the party started. There was a band from 2-6 and a DJ/Karaoke guy from 7-10pm. Scott and I managed to work the grand opening the entire day! Literally worked from 10am til 10pm in the hot sun. All volunteers were able to drink free all day so we did get some beer-drinkin done (all day in the sun doesn't matter much after a few beers). We were so tired by 10pm, all we could do was sink ourselves into a barstool and veg out for awhile. We managed to get out of there about 1:30am. We went back to mom and dad's and slept til 9:30 Sunday morning. Then we got up, went back to the alleys and helped them tear it all down. We did get to take home an 8lb. box of hamburger patties home with us, so I guess it wasn't all for nothing lol.

Yesterday, I got up early but laid in bed watching TV awhile. Finally I got up, did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the living room and then ran to the gas station. Coming back with the gas we needed for the lawn mower, I set about mowing the lawn. I have never mowed before (well maybe once when I was 12 years old) so I had to ask my son how to start the lawn mower. Once I got that down, I went about my business. It took me awhile to finish because I had to take a break a couple times, but I did get it done! I was so proud of myself, I couldn't stop grinning for hours! After I cut the grass, I came in, showered, relaxed for a bit and then went to my son's 6th grade orientation. Then came home and cooked supper lol. What a busy day it was!

Today, I vegged for awhile and then did my arm workout and did the dishes. Aside from making dinner tonight, I don't think I'm going to venture into anything else.

Whewwwwwwwww!

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Happenings in my hometown

This article pisses me off on multiple levels! This happened at a house next door to where my parents live and I grew up. We know the lady who lives there. She has done many weird things in her years in that house. I've always considered her a very flaky person, alcoholic, drug addict and someone that doesn't have the common sense of a common housefly. However, I NEVER would have thought she would have pulled THIS kind of nastiness. She's the kind of woman that floats from one man to another, only comes home once every few weeks and doesn't appear to take very good care of herself.

My parents' neighborhood is not a bad one. I'd say it's a middle-of-the-road neighborhood. It has its share of weird people, some younger adults, and has been known to have a pot dealer or two. Never anything TOO particularly uncommon.

I'd really love to know what in hell this woman was thinking. I know she had been home in the past few weeks and she had to have seen what was happening to these animals. I can't even imagine what kind of person it takes to leave those animals, knowing that they were sick, injured and killing each other. I hope soon, she comes back to that house and they find her. The woman deserves to sit in jail for a LONG time, with no food and others who jeopardize her health and safety.

Whatta hag!

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Art Pieces

My art pieces are almost done!

I will have them finished in a day or two. I have 7 photo frames done. Also a funky 60's flower power painting I did. I just have to put the trim on it. I can't wait til they're finished so I can take pics...show y'all and then post them babies for sale lol.


Anxiously waiting...

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Major Ouchies!

Ok, so last night we went to go pick up my stepson. His house is 3.5 hours away from us, so it's usually an all-day event to go get him. We pulled up at his house and no one was home. We thought for sure this was the standard "ex being a bitch" scenario which she tends to pull a couple times a year. So I called Scott's ex to see what was going on. The first time, no one answered. The second time I called (Yeah I'm a pain in the ass) her brother answered the phone and said they were at the hospital. My stepson had cut his hand doing dishes and was going in for stitches. So we drove to the hospital just in time to see the doctor put the stitches in. He had to have four of them put in. His index finger is split open down the side of it between the index and middle fingers. So now he's in a splint and we have to take him to the hospital here in 3-5 days to get those stitches out. He also cut his middle finger, but fortunately he didn't have to have stitches in that one.

As a footnote:
We did discover that MY son has no stomach for blood. He walked into the ER room and saw the needle and the blood and he turned 3 shades of green before he excused himself. Poor kid. He's almost 12 and he said to me, "I play those mature games in PS2 and I thought blood wouldn't bother me, but I guess it does". I told him there was a huge difference between animated blood in a game and the real thing. Now we know.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

World's fastest personality test

Another cute thing I found.



You are dependable, popular, and observant.
Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.
In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.

You are unique, creative, and expressive.
You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.
And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

Amanda Golick

I did this today and I LOVED the answer I got! Thought I'd share it with y'all.

Your Outrageous Name Is
Amanda Golick

Whew!!

It's been a long damn time since I posted here on my blog! I've been really busy getting my artwork finished so I can sell these pieces. I want to start making such good money, that Scott can quit his job and work here with me. I have this dream of the two of us working side by side (like when we met, only this time we'll be partners and he won't be my boss *giggles*) and making good money, taking trips and having a good time. I hope that my artwork can make that happen. As soon as these pieces are finished (probably tomorrow), I will get pictures of them and I will post them here so you can all see what I've been up to. Last night, I had to spray paint the pieces I'm finishing. I've never spray painted anything before and BOY did I learn a lesson! First, I covered a table with an old sheet (not realizing of course that liquid soaks through sheet fabric), then I started to spray, but was standing too far away and the spray just kept getting blown away with the wind (onto the house), when I finally got that worked out, I managed to spray paint the black pieces too thick and now I think it'll take a week for these things to dry! I am a very smart person, but for some reason, I find it difficult to plan ahead. Example: I should have spray painted these pieces before I did any other work on them. It would have solved a multitude of problems and made things much easier. Unfortunately, my loving husband has the same character flaw as I have. We are both the kind of people that just jump right into a project without thinking too hard about what will be the best way to do it. In our defense though, we are quick learners and we quickly find out the best way to do it by the errors we've made. So from now on, I'll do things the right way and save myself a couple days.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Quick and Dirty IQ test

Your IQ Is 100

Your Logical Intelligence is Above Average
Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Below Average

What does your birthdate mean?








Your Birthdate: October 1

Your birthday suggests that are executive ability and leadership qualities in your makeup.

A birthday on day 1 of any month gives a measure of will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.

This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush.

You may be sensitive, but your feelings stay rather repressed.


Monday, August 08, 2005

Weekend hell!

I rose from my bed, rubbed my eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed. Looking out the window, I marveled at the kind of day that was unfolding before me. I got up, did my business, got dressed and started upon my glorious day. First we went rummaging so I could pick up some cool glass pieces for my artwork. We went to 6 different sales, and managed to pick up some really good stuff. After rummaging, we drove to the Harley shop to pick up some parts for Scott's bike. Then we went to the driving range down the road from the Harley shop and hit some balls for an hour or so. What a fantastic day! The sky was blue, it was warm but not too warm, there was a nice breeze blowing and eagles flew overhead. We took the long way home and took in the beauty of the countryside, picking up some sweet corn on the way home. After getting home, we made some brats and sweet corn and had a nice meal. I was tired. Not bad tired. Being active outdoors tired. So a little before 11pm, we went to bed. The plan for the next day was to get some stuff done around the house, give Scott a haircut and make a nice roast for dinner.

And before you know it...it all BLEW UP IN OUR FACES!!

Let me explain...

The phone rang at 1:00 am. Everyone knows that when the phone rings in the middle of the night, it's not Ed McMahon telling you that you just won $1,000,000! It's ALWAYS bad. Answering the phone, I hear my 11-year old son on the other end. He's clearly scared and very upset. I get him to tell me what's going on. His father is an alcoholic. About half the time, he's real good with our son and there are no problems. Sometimes however, his brain flies out of his head and he does something REALLY stupid! He had taken our son at 5pm on Saturday night to a bar. Yes...A BAR! They stayed there until 9pm and then walked down the road to the Fireman's Picnic going on in town. There they stayed until 12am at which point they walked back to the bar, to get the car and drive home. YES...DRIVE HOME!!! Seven hours of drinking shots and beer and now he gets into the car with our son and drives home. He pushes the clutch in on the car and it rolls backwards, hitting a van. He does nothing. On the way home, he came damn near hitting a truck. They did make it home in one piece, but the best is yet to come. Our son went and laid down in his dad's bed. (Our son's bedroom there has a problem with Ear Wiggs (sp) and he can't sleep there right now). Anyway, he can't sleep very well because he's still shaky from the drive home with his dad. His dad comes into the room and passes out on the bed. A half hour later, our son hears him getting sick in bed. He got up and turned the light on and woke his dad up. He had thrown up all over himself and his side of the bed! Well, his dad, being in the drunken-stupor he was...didn't get up right away. That scared the hell out of my son, so he called me. On the phone, he begged me about a dozen times to find someone to pick him up or come pick him up myself. I didn't know anyone who could pick him up so late, so Scott and I got in the car at 1:30am and drove the 3 hours to pick him up. When we picked him up, he grabbed ahold of me and hugged me so hard, I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe. And we drove home. We got home at 7:30am and went to sleep. Sleeping until 1pm, we lost a half day of work. We managed to get some things done here though, although we were completely exhausted. This weekend, we also have Scott's son (who is also 11) here too. Last night (Sunday), we've all just finished supper, had gone for a walk and when we got home there was a message on the answering machine. It was Scott's ex-wife, complaining because their son wasn't home yet. We had it cleared to keep him for a week, like we have been all summer long. She got pissy because he wasn't home on Sunday afternoon and demanded (to her son on the phone) that he get his ass home NOW. Then she hung up on him. He hung up the phone, and started to cry. He came to me and I held him in my arms to make him feel better. He told us what his mom said and Scott immediately gets on the phone and lets his ex "have it" for upsetting their son. She ended up screaming at Scott too and hung up on him as well. So much for a quiet Sunday! Anyway, we went to bed at 10pm because we were so exhausted from the weekend. At 11:30pm, the phone rings and it's my daughter (she's 16 and lives with her dad). She's upset because she was staying at a friend's house and when she called her dad to ask if she could stay until Tuesday, he lost it! He screamed at her, said she needed to come home right away and that if she didn't get her ass home, he'd call the police and report her as a runaway. So she called me and asked me to work it out. I spent the next 30 minutes on the phone, working out the problem between the two and was able to get them to compromise. I then hung up the phone, looked at Scott and said "from now on, NO ONE answers the phone after 10pm!" I laugh about it now, but I assure you at the time...we felt TRIPLE whammied!! There HAS to be an island somewhere that unreasonable, psycho exe's can be put where they can't get off the island.

Let me know if you find one.

P.S. I DID talk to my son's father last night and ripped him a new one for what he's done. He's in a pickle now, because our son no longer wants to talk to him until he gets help for his drinking. I'll let y'all know how that goes.

What pisses me off

I saw this on another site. I couldn't help but take the test. Here are my results:




Especially the ones that go off right after you've sat down, and spray your ass. Dont'cha just hate that?


What pisses you off?

Created by ptocheia

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Lizard Vanity??


We own this lizard. His name is Harley. Harley has been acting out lately. He's been jumping around, trying to attack the dog through the glass of his tank and doing Olympic-quality nose dives off his logs. I thought it might help poor Harley if we taped a mirror onto the outside of the tank so that he'd think he had a companion. Within the first minute of the mirror being up, Harley managed to "attack" his image over and over again. Then for awhile, he laid real still and very low, maybe hoping his "companion" would go away? But everytime he lifted his head...there it was. Eventually, he resigned himself to having this other "creature" in his tank and has been laying in the same position for over an hour staring at his "companion". (And NO he's not dead!) He doesn't appear to be under any stress, so we're going to see how this goes for awhile.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Squish Squash

Well, I'm home from my mammogram. What an experience I must say! They put this gown on ya (yeah another that doesn't fit) and then 2 minutes later tells you to take it off. Why bother having it in the first place? I ask myself. Then this lady comes over and says "point to your lump". So I find it for her and she puts a sticker on it. I guess I was figuring that this lump would automatically show up on the mammogram, but apparently I was wrong. Then she has me go over to "the machine" which I will lovingly refer to as the BOOBINATOR from here on out. So she grabs my boob and slaps it on the slab in the boobinator. She has me lean this way, and that way all the time, picking up my boob, pulling on it and putting it back down on the boobinator slab. So we finally get it right and she hits the button. The top see-thru slab comes down on it and squashes it pretty good. She says to me "How are we doing?" Yeah WE...we my ass! I don't see HER boob in the boobinator! But I politely say "I'm fine" and then she hits the button again and the bottom slab of the boobinator comes up and squashes the boob even more. Now I'm looking down at my very flat, pancake-looking boob. She says "How are we doing??" Again with that we shit! I wanted to say "Oh yeah babyyyyyyyy I'm just freakin dandy!" but what I said was "I'm fine". She walks around (taking her sweet nature time while I'm in the boobinator) and stands behind this glass wall thing and hits the x-ray button. Then the boobinator frees me from it's clenches. She moves on to the other one, and we repeat this process all over again. Then she moves the boobinator so it is on it's side and has me put my boob back in there so they can squash it sideways! The same process is repeated only this time my boob is in the boobinator, I have my arm on the edge, my chest is leaning forward, my butt is sticking way out and finally she asks me to stick my chin up toward the ceiling. I'm not sure who these people think we are but I have never felt so twisted in all my life!

It's over now. I lived through it. It didn't hurt quite as bad as I thought it would and was still able to do some grocery shopping afterward. I must confess though, once we got the groceries put away here at home...I took my bra and top off and made Scott inspect my booble region for any signs of squash marks.

What a day!

Monday, August 01, 2005

Lumpy boobs and doctor tales

So last night, I found a lump in my left boob. I called the doctor this morning and she got me in at 4pm today. I walk into the room and the nurse asks me a million questions and then hands me this gown and tells me to put it on with the opening in the front, then left the room. I took my top off and unfolded the gown. I shit you not, this thing was meant for a 10-year old! So I put it on...and it's so tight around my arms and back that I can't even put my arms down straight. Then I look down and the opening in the front of this gown leaves me totally uncovered in the booble region (yeah, I know...that's not a word). So now I'm laughing pretty hard. I told Scott there was no way I could keep this gown on and he asked why not. So I stood up in the middle of the room, started flapping my arms to show him I couldn't put them down right and at the same time, the front is completely open and my boobs are flappin in the breeze!! Scott starts laughing hysterically. I asked him if he'd go out and find the nurse to get a bigger gown and he did. He came back a couple minutes later to let me know that there was some sort of mixup and they were sent the wrong gowns and have no others. I start laughing and flapping my arms and grabbed the edges of the gown opening and spread them wide open like I'm flashing him. We're both laughing so hard, we're crying. Then the doctor walks in and gave me a sheet to cover up with. The whole time the doctor was in the room, we were giggling and having a grand ole time! I swear, it was a sight to behold! If only we'd have had our digital cam...we could have gotten pics for y'all!!

P.S. I go in for a mammogram on Wednesday.