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| subject: HEADLINE NEWS (Scroll down for recent journalling) date|time: 1 Jan 2007 | 04:00pm |
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| subject: some quick updates date|time: 25 Oct 2006 | 12:57pm |
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first, i'm still alive.....yay....hehe second, i'm typing with one hand.....first surgery went well....in a fair bit of pain/discomfort...but healing...looking at 3-4 weeks before full recovery third, the crisis surrounding my family seems to have mellowed for the time being...details will follow when i am able to type fourth, i am moving...to a small town a few hours away...big jump...wish me luck....and don't panic ang fifth, her site is down because she is a whiny crybaby bitch who isn't half the artist that she thinks she is..time to get over yourself deary, and realize that no one gives two shits about your bitching or your ability to memorize copyright laws and finally I MISS YOU GUYS AND CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK INTO THE SWIRL OF PAINT!!!!!!! |
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date|time: 29 Sep 2006 | 09:25am |
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Well, I'm going to sit here for a few minutes and try to update the horrendous state my life is currently in. For those of you who visit more for my art or favorite links or happy thoughts, my apologies and no offense taken if you just choose to move on. I just have a few minutes to myself at the moment, and managed to find some semblance of sanity when I woke up this morning, so bear with me. To all of you very wonderful people who've sent well wishes of all sorts, I want to thank you. When I do happen to remember my net life, I'm warmed by the messages I find on my journal and in my email. I really have no idea how to explain what is going on in my life, because I don't truly understand it myself. At the moment and for the upcoming future, my entire family is surrounded by a network of police officers, bodyguards, personal drivers, school officials, security cameras and family members who are intent on keeping my family safe. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. There is a woman, I referred to her ages ago, who has taken it upon herself to....to what?....destroy my family? I don't know what else to call it. In recent weeks, she has verbally attacked all of us....threatening to kill us all, starting with the 10 year old KinderArtest, whom she refers to as a "fucking little cunt", and working up through my children to me and Paul, and finally burning our house down. Don't ask me why, because if I could figure out exactly what we have done to make her this way, this whole thing would be a whole lot easier to deal with. I spend every waking moment staring at these security cameras. It envelopes my every thought. I've probably looked at the monitors no less then twenty times since starting this post. I "sleep" in front of them. My husband keeps the volume up so you can hear the audio in the bathroom. There are three other buildings on the street with cameras aimed in the direction of my house. I think, all total, there are about 16 cameras out there. You would think we're some wealthy, important family....you would think I was living a movie. There's been more then just threats...there's been violence. And there's so many people involved now it's unbelievable. On both sides. Most recently, we had a home invasion committed by a couple of people who were hanging out at her house. My children got to watch forensics swab blood and lift fingerprints and I didn't sleep for three days. There's warrants for their arrest, but my children are now escorted back and forth to school because these people have been seen circling my kid's school for the last couple of days. They are picked up every morning, and dropped off every afternoon. Ask me how much my kids hate losing their freedom. The worst part, aside from the stress, and the worry, is the frustration that we have been dealing with this for weeks now, and nothing seems to be getting done. No one has been arrested. With all of these people involved, you would think that SOMETHING would be happening to give my family some peace....but instead we STILL cannot leave the house unescorted, there are still cameras all over, there are still threats coming from the woman. Policies and procedures, is what we get told. Things have to be done a certain way, or all of this is for nothing. This past week has been the hardest. Sound a little to surreal to you? Yeah, that's how I feel. There you have the basics in a not so comforting nutshell, for all of you who have asked. I'm sure it's not exactly what you expected to read, but now you have an answer as to where I've been. And even though I don't respond, please know how much I appreciate you and the little slivers of normal life you inject into my world. |
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date|time: 29 Aug 2006 | 10:48am |
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With the date of my visit to the surgeon about my hands looming closer (Sept 20th WOOT) I've been working feverishly to finish up any loose ends. I still have a few commitments to work on, altered books and some ATCs, but I have completed the majority of the work over the summer. Below is a series of chunky book pages I've created to submit to Carol Dellinger's monthly tip-in swap. At the moment, I have 3 months worth of pages done, and this should be enough to keep me involved while I'm recovering from my surgery. Some of these pages are collaged, some are Sharpie art, and many of them are doubles.           My surgery has caused quite a conflict at work, suffice it to say that I no longer work there. After being stonewalled by my employers repeatedly about submitting information to the WSIB (worker's compensation board) I finally drew the last straw and walked out. My action was of course viewed as job abandonment, and so be it, I truly do not want to return to a company which consistenly hinders my claim and my recovery. As of yet, six months after filing the claim, I have not received any of the monetary compensation that I am entitled to. This is solely due to the fact that my employer has been refusing to submit the requested information for various reasons. The frustration from the whole situation has me continously on the verge of tears, something very rare for me....leaving me with a multitude of emotions that I just can't seem to shake. |
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| subject: Faux Aged Fresco date|time: 6 Aug 2006 | 12:33pm |
( Get out your crayons, and let's go back to grade school. Click for instructions. )  A random background to be cut up into ATCs |
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| subject: My New Addiction date|time: 27 Jul 2006 | 03:43pm mood:  predatory |
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| subject: A bit of a crazy week... date|time: 27 Jul 2006 | 03:43pm |
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Finally a week after the deadline, I have the Art Elements Swap sorted and ready to post in the mail. The final two packages just got here and the KinderArtest and I finished up the sorting and packing. All in all, it turned out to be a good swap. Had a few people not include postage, had a few people send less then what was expected, but had many people send more then what was expected so I guess it's an even balance. My only complaint is flakers. Only one this time around, with one late drop-out. Late as in dropped out right at the due date. No matter, there was communication there, so I'm not holding a grudge! HA!...lol In other news...I'm home from work today....and will be tomorrow as well. Have I ever told you where I work? I'm the production manager for a food packaging plant...big whoop....anyways, I'm home because our offices were robbed on Tuesday, for the second time in three weeks. The first time around, the thieves only stole my co-workers monitor. THIS time around was a leeeetle different. The "perps" shut down the video feed and disabled the alarm, then smashed through the front window of the main office with a brick. After making a mess and stealing all the computers in the main office, the little fuckers went into my office and helped themselves to MY computer. As if they didn't have more then they could carry already. Left my monitor behind mind you...except they cut the cord with wire cutters to disconnect it from the CPU. Thank Gawd for backup disks....and why is it that I seem to be the only one who backs up their computer? Tuesday everyone was begging me for copies "PLEASE tell me you have customer order sheets" "uh, yeah"...just let me make you a copy, oh, wait, my computer's gone. DUH. So Tuesday the office was like CSI live and in person. One of the thieves had cut himself on his way in the window and there was blood everywhere, all over my desk, chair, floor. The police were swabbing and dusting, it was pretty cool to watch. I didn't go in at all yesterday, but decided to make an appearance this morning. I was there for a total of an hour. If I can't take any orders, then I can't very well ship any now can I? We decided to give the entire shop the day off tomorrow, so woot!! I get a four day weekend. There's been some excitement in the ghetto lately. We had a raid last week. You always know when there's going to be a raid. Usually, down here you see a cop drive by every hour on the hour, but when they're setting up for a raid, there isn't a cop to be seen for a week solid. So, really, we all knew it was coming. Since the raid there's been a lot of police action and last night, after a highspeed chase down my street, the big crack dealer of the neighbourhood went to jail. I love being an outsider looking in. I spoke with the dealer's dad this morning (the dealer owns a tire shop directly across the street from my house) he says that Sparkles isn't getting out of jail until Monday. Monday? What's wrong with this picture? Shouldn't he be staying a while longer? On top of that, the local wingnut, who used to be a "friend" of mine has decided that she hates me because I didn't go to see her in the mental hospital. The other night, she tried to have Kayla's boyfriend beat up. Didn't work, but that's not the point. The point is, she tried. Paybacks a bitch lady. Not much art getting done, the whole house is in a squabble and tension is just pasted on the walls for whatever reason. I think we need a big family outing. I'm having sympathy pains for my best bud ![[info]](http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alter_myworld, the girl's suffering, stop by and give her some good karma if it's not too much of a bother. |
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| subject: A list of inclusions you can try for Fibre Fusion date|time: 23 Jul 2006 | 09:53am |
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I've compiled a list of things that would be successful as inclusions in Fibre Fusion (tutorial with photos found here) but remember to put a layer of roving over the inclusions to trap them in. silk, hemp, wool, cotton, scrap fibres such as eyelash boa and more, sequins, scrap lace, dried leaves, dried flowers, dried twigs, pressed paper flowers, polyester/artificial flowers, paper scraps that can withstand water, mesh, fabric scraps, Angelina fusible fibres, feathers...as I think of more, I will add them....and if you think of some, please leave a comment so I can add it to the list! Make Your Own Roving This is a cheap easy way to incorporate many different colours and styles of "roving" into your fusion. Look for great sweaters in great colours at your local second hand shop. Using your favourite whispy/thready yarn (or an unravelled sweater) make a hank about a foot long. I do this by winding the yarn around the back of a chair.  Tie a knot around the middle of once end of the hank, and cut through the opposite end to make a tassel.  Lay your hank on a flat surface. Hold th knotted end of the hank in one hand and using a stiff brush, brush the hank from the knot to the loose ends.  Pull the roving from the brush, stretch it with your fingers, and layer into your fusion.  Final Products The purple piece will become a wall hanging. Notice that I have left the bottom sheet of tulle attached. This is merely because I like the effect. When my hands are well, I will embroider and bead to embellish the piece further.  This is a piece I did a while ago. It too will be embellished and beaded.  Detail of the above piece showing some inclusions.  The rainbow piece shown at the end of my tutorial became a book cover. I cut the fusion into 1inch wide strips. I then zig-zag stitched the strips together randomly to create a full sheet once again. It is now the cover of my fabric garden journal. (Inside pages will be posted when the book is complete)  Detail of the book.  |
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| subject: Fibre Fusion date|time: 23 Jul 2006 | 09:53am |
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( I have had some fun making assorted Fibre Fusions. Click here to see instructions and photos behind the cut. ) I will post a finished product using Fibre Fusion as well as my method for creating my own "roving" shortly. |
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date|time: 17 Jul 2006 | 10:54am mood:  uncomfortable |
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So, I've been reading a particular journal for quite some time now, and I'm sort of stuck in between a rock and a hard place. I so desperately want to offer my opinions, however, they are so off the beaten path, I'm afraid at some point I'll hurt someone's feelings. Never mind the fact that I've been attacked in the past for my views. I'm talking about parenting. I'm steadily watching the author of this blog become disenchanted with her children. Oh, don't get me wrong, she loves them to death, adores them and cares for them, but let me tell you, she's become awfully distraught. I just want to knock on her door, tell her to get the hell out of the house for a while and enjoy herself for the day. And leave the babies behind. She seems very overwhelmed. And saddened by the fact that she's overwhelmed. I just want to give her a great big bear hug and tell her that she doesn't have to be with her children every second of the day for them to love her. Am I an expert on the science of raising children? Absolutely not. But I definitely have opinions based on experience. I've been a mom now for 17 years and I don't ever remember a time when I thought to myself "this SUCKS". Sure there were times when I was tired, tuckered out, or couldn't seem to find enough time in a day, but that's when I went into "I don't have to mode". I'm reminded of a poem, an old poem mind you, but one that sets the wheels of parenting freedom in motion. Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth empty the dustpan, poison the moth, hang out the washing and butter the bread, sew on a button and make up a bed. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo). Dishes are waiting and bills are past due (pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo). The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo. Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue? (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo). The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep. As soon as a mother realizes that she doesn't need to do it all, the better. Starting with mundane things. Getting upset because you didn't have time to do the dishes because you were to busy rocking your baby will only cause resentment. Putting the baby down, while you do the dishes will not disrupt his or her harmony. Separation anxiety is nurture, not nature. It's learned, not inbred. There are just so many things flying around in my head right now, I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight. I want to shake her, and tell her to put down the fucking books and just do what feels right. Don't want to be walking around with a baby in your arms? THEN DON'T. You don't HAVE to. Everyone worries about what the baby will feel if mommy isn't carrying him or her around all day. What about the bad vibes you're emitting by stressing about the fact that you have to carry the baby around? Don't you think the baby's feeling that? Is it better for the child to be feeling your stress in your touch? Hearing your resentment in your voice? I feel for her, I really truly do. It breaks my heart to think that she's feeling burned out. It breaks my heart to read that she's not enjoying every moment she spends with her children. I'm not Supermom. Never have been, never will be. But I have four happy, healthy, imaginative, independant, respectful, intellectual, intelligent, hilarious, loud, rowdy, rambunctious, cuddly children. And I did it. I helped them get this way. And I love every minute of it. And I did it without a book, or Dr. Sears. I did it with my heart. I'm still doing it with my heart. And I wouldn't change a thing. |
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date|time: 15 Jul 2006 | 10:54am |
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I am such an art slacker these days. I just want to sit around and look at other people's art for a while, instead of creating my own. I've completed two pages for the Stone Angel chunky, and made a bunch of random ATCs, but haven't made anything bigger in quite some time. Well, I did make a wool fusion piece last weekend, but I haven't embellished it or anything yet. I'm waiting for it to tell me what it wants, and for my hands to feel well enough to actually follow through. Unfortunately, the last time I made a fibre fusion, it hung for so long without being worked on that I got all pissed off and threw it out. I grew tired of it staring me in the face. Here's the work I've done on the Angel book so far...   A couple of ATCs...    I'm going to spend the rest of the day organizing the packages for my Art Elements swap. I'm still waiting for a bunch, and need to head over to Ang's to pick her's up, but the ones that are here can get sorted. There's some pretty interesting things in the baggies for this swap, things I NEVER would have thought of. I think everyone will be happy with their returns. And maybe, I'm not promising, but maybe, I'll make some art. |
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| subject: I love my kid's sense of humour! date|time: 14 Jul 2006 | 01:11pm |
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Three construction workers are sitting on top of the CN Tower having lunch. An Italian, a Japanese fellow, and a Canadian. The Italian opens his lunch box and declares "Spaghetti!! If I get spaghetti in my lunch one more time I'm going to throw myself off this tower" The Japanese fellow opens his lunch box and declares "Sushi!! If I get sushi in my lunch one more time I'm going to throw myself off this tower" The Canadian opens his lunch box and declares "Peanut butter and jelly!!! If I get peanut butter and jelly in my lunch one more time I'm going to throw myself off this tower" The next day the three of them once again sit down at the top of the CN Tower for lunch. The Italian opens his lunch, sees spaghetti and plunges to his death. The Japanese fellow opens his lunch, sees sushi and plunges to his death. The Canadian opens his lunch, sees peanut butter and jelly and plunges to his death. At the memorial service, their three wives tried to console each other. The Italian wife cried "If I'd known he didn't want spaghetti, I would have made him pizza for lunch!" The Japanese wife cried "If I'd known he didn't want sushi, I would have made him rice for lunch!" The Canadian wife cried "If I'd known he didn't want peanut butter and jelly, I would have made his lunch for him instead of letting him do it himself!" |
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date|time: 5 Jul 2006 | 08:31pm |
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Stolen from Mim!! a MeMe One Word For... 1. Yourself: Incorporated 2. Your partner: Paul 3. Your hair: straight 4. Your Mother: obnoxious 5. Your Father: history 6. Your Favorite Item: round 7. Your dream last night: weird 8. Your Favorite Drink: Horton's 9. Your Dream Home: occupied 10. The Room You Are In: busy 11. Your pleasure: Solitude 12. Your fear: water 13. Where you Want to be in Ten Years? North 14. Who you hung out with last night: Kayla 15. What You're Not: composed 16. Your Best Friends: Two 17. One of Your Wish List Items: Studio 18. Your Gender: female 19. The Last Thing You Did: sneezed 20. What You Are Wearing: Black 21. Your favorite weather: thunder 22. Your Favorite Book? Silas 23.Last thing you ate? fudge 24. Your Life: chaos 25. Your mood: detached 26. The last person you talked to on the phone: Gail 27. Who are you thinking about right now? Sara |
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date|time: 2 Jul 2006 | 05:59pm |
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I've wanted to post in this thing for days, but every time I've sat down to do it, I realize how completely exhausted I am...a vicious circle I must say....wanting to post my busy times, but not having the time to post because I'm too busy!! Wednesday was an absolutely fabulous day, spent with the ever inspiring Ang. Our intent was to sit down and seriously discuss the basics and not so basics of the Stone Angel chunky book. After acquiring the prerequisite Tim Horton's coffee, greeting the pets, sharing and discussing art, Ang and I sat down out in the yard, Ang with a pen in hand and a fresh sheet of note paper, to set our plans in stone. Let me tell you...our intentions were honourable, and we gave it our best shot, but the conversation quickly turned from Stone Angels to hummingbirds, cold pudding and did you hear that redbird singing??? We have this way of doing this to each other...rather, I have this way of not committing to anything (which frustrates the shit out of Ang) so our ever so serious conversation was getting us nowhere. Oh, sure we were belting out the ideas, and coming up with some really great concepts for covers and such, but there were just SO many ideas, I couldn't settle on one. And besides, Ang wasn't writing a damn thing down, so as much as I was frustrating her, I didn't see HER committing anything to PAPER!!! HA! After a delicious lunch of grilled cheese (Ketchup anyone?) it was off to the cemetary. First we stopped at an out of the way, old, stately cemetary and although we found some great headstones, not a single angel in sight. We wound our way out to Burlington, where an inevitable pit stop at the scrapbooking store occurred, to find a treasure trove of angels. We were completely blown away by the sights. We spent hours, wandering a small section of the cemetary, reading headstones, snapping pictures and posing for the camera repeatedly while I tried to set the timer to take a picture of us both. I have a favourite, well two actually, but I'm not going to post either of them since one of them will be part of my submission for the book. Ang and I both took hundreds of pictures...( Click behind the cut for Angel pictures ) Thursday, it was back to work, knowing the kiddies were celebrating their first day of summer holidays. Friday, however.....whew!! The kids and I spent the day at Gage Park at the It's Your Festival Canada Day Weekend Celebrations. We had an absolute blast. We hunted for treasures in the stalls, stood in line for hotdogs, saw the sights and got caught in a thunderstorm. Sara and Drew entered a draw for a chance to participate in a B-Daman tournament. 24 lucky kids out of 150 entrants were chosen to play in the tournament Friday afternoon. We waited around for the draw, and I had warned them that they may not be picked. Although they had both watched the show on YTV, neither of them had ever played in a tournament. To our amazement, BOTH of them were drawn as participants. Drew made it through three games, before being overloaded with B-balls that just wouldn't stay out of the way. Sara made it in to the second round and was beat out in a sudden death tie breaker. It was a lot of fun screaming at the top of my lungs, cheering them on. They both won some cool prizes and had a great time. Drew was a bit upset being beat out so soon in the tournament, because he knew that the kid who beat him won by sheer luck, instead of skill, but hey, at least he got to play! And now for our top story..... SUPERMAN Yes, yes, I got my wish.....hellooooooo Superman. The movie....was awesome. Brandon Routh as SUPERMAN.....was awesome Kevin Spacey as Luthor....was awesome Just awesome...... HOWEVER I'm terribly pissed by something that happens at the end of the movie. It's almost like the producers/directors/writers needed to wrap it up and completely FORGOT that there was a perfectly good way to solve the situation. ( SPOILER ALERT!! Do not click behind the cut, if you do not want to know details of the movie. I need a moment to rant and rave, and I'm warning you, I'm going to give the ending away!!! ) And now back to our regularily scheduled programming... |
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| subject: I need to be BURPED! date|time: 26 Jun 2006 | 06:56pm |
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I just ate about a pound and a half of fresh cherries.......eeeuuuughhhhhhhhgggggggg. Have I ever mentioned how much I love cherries? However, I don't love how I feel after eating a pound and a half of cherries. I need to be burped. And you can bet I'll be able to shit through the eye of a needle in an hour or two. Time for some NEW ART EYE CANDY Try DurkArt for some delicious abstract paintings. If you've never clicked a link I've suggested before, please, I beg you to click this one. I can almost guarantee, that if you scroll down this page you will explore the rest of the site. I had no idea you could do such things with glass. When you're done there, go check out some kickass mixed media and assemblage at Gazda. |
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date|time: 24 Jun 2006 | 03:02pm |
Recent ATCs....all up for trade.     Hover your mouse over the image to find their names. I'll trade ATC for ATC |
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| subject: Truth, Justice and the American (??) Way... date|time: 24 Jun 2006 | 03:02pm |
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Have I mentioned....SUPERMAN....??? You do not even want to know how dissappointed I'll be if I don't get to see this movie next weekend. I have walked around all day, with my fists on my hips, legs firmly apart, chest puffed out, bellowing "Truth, Justice and the American Way" all day....to the response, "Mom, we're Canadians" "Mom, you're losing it" "Moooom, we GET it already" These people just don't feel me, ya know? Well, Sara is trying, really she is. We had a coversation about Superman saving Clark Kent this morning so I felt obliged to give her the low-down on how Superman, who pretends to BE Clark Kent, could possibly SAVE Clark Kent. Enter Bizarro.  I realized Sara had been watching an episode on Cartoon Network, and was confused by seeing Superman save Clark Kent....imagine my gleee!!! A perfect opportunity to (rubs hands together) pull little Sara out of the world of Spiderman into KRYPTON. And it worked!! I told her all about Bizarro, where he came from, how he wanted to be Superman, was Superman's complete opposite, how it was BIZARRO pretending to be Clark Kent....and, and, Sara was overwhelmed by how cool the whole thing was. And I was bouncing in my chair. {{ That was actually the moment I started walking around yelling "TRUTH, JUSTICE and the AMERICAN WAY" I'll have you know, so the children have no one to blame but themselves.}} Anyways, I wish I was more of a Superman geek, but I'll make do with what I have. In other news...I ate way to much Chocolate on my birthday, dark chocolate covered chocolate cheesecake with dark chocolate leaves....and chocolate mouse cake covered in chocolate fudge syrup...followed by a Mars bar. Oh the headache I suffered. But it was worth it. And I didn't eat it all at one time, it was sorta spread out through the day. Mr. Paul gave me a gift certificate to Michael's...what's better then a shopping spree? A shopping spree that's paid for by someone else and has a 40% coupon attached....oh yeah, uh huh, oh yeah. Sara and Drew made me an art shrine out of a shoe box. Too cool. And Kayla and Alex gave me a clean house! Woot! Paul's going to a friend's place tonight for a pig roast. I've been invited of course, but really don't want to go. This is the second year in a row I've bailed out on the annual roast. I've got mixed reasons for not going, mostly Paul thinks it's so I won't smack the crap outta one of the wives, but really there's other reasons that I'll just sort of keep to myself. So, I'm planning to stay home and art it up as much as I can. Recently, I made a set of ATCs for the Mixed Media Muse Faux Metal Technique swap.  I hope the group continues to grow. I'm loving the members we have over there so far. Won't you join us? |
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date|time: 19 Jun 2006 | 01:52pm |
 Desolation Mixed Media on Canvas 8" x 10" des·o·la·tion (des'?-la'sh?n, dez'-) n.
What you feel when you work up the courage to scrub the silt off the old window, only to find that the view is just as bleak on the outside as it was on the inside. |
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| subject: New Art to Explore date|time: 12 Jun 2006 | 04:33pm |
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First up....the mixed media art of David Brady. This man creates some HUGE collages! Robot assemblages from Gordon Bennett. Too bad they're immobile. I'd love to have Detecto strolling around my art room. Check out the Binary paintings of Albert Verges. Even if you're not into the whole digital art thing, I'm sure you'll appreciate these mixed media works. HA! |
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| subject: We all make sacrifices... date|time: 11 Jun 2006 | 08:05pm |
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I'm having some serious hand issues lately...especially today. I just can't shake the ache. Surgery in ooooohhhh...three more months or so. A question from Andrew: "How come people with the opposite skin colour from us have black or brown hair?" Opposite skin colour? Never heard THAT one before...hehehe. Speaking of Drew, he and Sara are missing their big year-end school trip tomorrow. The senior primary grades are going to the Wave Pool for year-end, not my idea of a good school trip. Thankfully, I was able to convince them not to go, I think they saw the fear in my face actually and truly believed me when I said I didn't think it was safe. At least not without us parents along. My babies are leeeetle, I mean really little. Smaller then your average bear. I just couldn't imagine them being safe in that gigantic pool that's over 20 feet deep. The thought of it gives me the heebie-jeebies. We've promised to take them the following weekend, for calmly accepting Mommy's refusal to sign the permission slips. Now, what to do with them in the morning? They're a little embarrassed about going to school tomorrow, they're worried about what to tell their friends.....*sigh* The water is the bigger hazard, the water is the bigger hazard, the water is the bigger hazard. I had planned to sit here and do a good solid update, then surf around to my favourite sites and blogs for a dose of entertainment and inspiration, but I can't believe how much more my hands ache after typing this out. I'm going to curl up on the couch with my handsome L.L Cool Raoul. |
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