Itchin' For More.....

Now that you're aware of the fact (?) that some would call me "brain damaged" I will take it upon myself to ramble on about life events and you can ask yourself......... "does she have a clue?" or "well what do know......crazy as hell the whole time".......

matters not. I'm a hippy from the 70's . We are EVERYWHERE.

Now........ back a long time ago when I was eight. That would make my youngest brother just born and my uther brother six and my mom 30 and my dad 27 ; I was lucky enough to experience a specular event with my family. Not a complete family yet however as it would be another 3 or 4 years before my sister came along.

It was a warm and humid night in Nashville tn. Lets see..........if i was eight, well i'm 55 now , you do the math. My dad drove one of those Chevrolets that looked like a butterfly from the back Kinda had these arches for back lights. Real cool. No air conditioning. And for that matter no street lights like today. Just long stretches of highway. On a good trip to my grandparents house about 11 miles away we'd roll down the windows and hear the night sounds and the blare of the am radio tuned into Johnny Cash or Sam the Sham singing little red riding hood. If it was a bad night mom and dad would be fighting. Mom crying. Dad trying to keep the peace. The wind would be warm and the smell of skunk musk became so common a road trip experience that i grew to associate it with summer and roadtrips and quite honestly.........grew to like it.

It was on one of those nights that we headed home from my grandparents house , things must have been good that night. Like i say it , the drive, was about 11 or so miles and my brother Andy was just a wee lad and me and Mike my other brother were kids and we were tired by the time we got home and andy was wrapped up in a light blanket sleeping from the lull of the road.

Mom and dad were no nonsense kind of people. non drinkers. heavy smokers. all brain cells in tact. Good church going people. I can remember rolling up into the drive at our house and my dad making a comment about the thing in the sky. Way off in the distance. Him and mom sat there smoking fags and watching this thing just sit there from just top the trees way off in the distance.

We got out of the car and the "thing" was still just sitting out there still as the night air. My dad would later go on to tell me that he had always regretted not going to school to be an aircraft mechanic. He was such a brilliant man..... really. He could work on cars . He built "crazy" cars with his buddies and they would race them at our fair grounds in the summer. Later in his life he built the radio controlled planes and most of his time was spent fishing or flying planes. The ocean and the skies were a never ending source of awe for my dad.

Me and my brother Mike were getting bored with it all and i guess we were starting to make our way into the house when all of the sudden .....and I mean all of the sudden..... there it was right there above us. None of us said a word. For a short while we were speechless. We had neighbors to the left and right of us. All around us. And not one person ........not one person came out for anything......not to take the trash out, roll up a car window, let the dog out.......nothing.

there were no cell phones then. there was really nothing. you know.......... modern. so there we were standing there looking up at this god like craft . Huge. Just huge. It was triangular shaped. It was lit up like fire but yet a contained fire. It was shaped like a triangle, oh yeah, i already said that. And there was more than "fire". there were things that my mom and dad would later describe but in my eight year oldness i couldnt take in.

And it was quite. Not a peep. Quite and low. I remember my dad saying "i bet i could throw a rock and hit it". It appeared that low. We were watching it and it was watching us. This went on for some time. Long enough that dad would say things like "mike , go over to Buddy's house and knock on the door real loud and get him out here!!" and my brother mike said ...... "no"

and then mom and dad discussed in total bewilderment as to where in the hell were any of the neighbors..........and why werent the dogs barking? I remember that.

Then my baby brother andy woke up and started to cry and dad said "get him in the house"

NO!

and then as fast as it was there, it was back in the sky in the distance. just sitting there.

Now here's where i want to make it real clear that i'm not saying it was or it wasnt. i'm just saying. like i have said my sister was a few years in the making. but as for the ones of us there, at least us kids.............. i would go on to suffer severe headaches and a "lazy floating" eye. Mom eventually took me to the eye doctor and eventually they did xrays and found an "object" between my eye and my brain. I remember mom crying and trying to not worry me and praying a whole lot. and that was that.

in the meantime my brother mike starting out of the blue having epileptic seizures for no reason at all ..........and then eventually they passed. and as for the youngest , Andy, well, later in life he would develop a nasty habit of falling out on the playground and as teachers would put it "he claims he saw colors"

i havent talked to him in some years but i suspect the poor thing does still to this day. who knows.

Mom was always crazy so she went on and dad , well.......... he seemed fine. Dad called some government agency that night and reported it......... it eventually came back that it was swamp gas and that thousands of other people saw it all over the usa.

so there you go. one of a story of many.

goodnight wayne.

connie

Purdy Pictures

Hi everybody! Greetings! Yeah, how bout' it? It

is I. Coming to you on a beautiful late Wednesday afternoon. It's like heaven outside. Well you know, in as much so for the common folk and the village idiots. Why just yesterday I was outside in my back yard with the critters and it was just so perfect......... so perfect. All the babies were running around playing tug, racing, chewing on sticks (they got that from me) and I thought to myself.......... self, if you got real cozy like in this chair and just shut your little bitty ole' eyes and kissed the world goodbye...... what a pleasant way to go. All the babies happy and healthy. Sun shining wind blowing thru the trees. Blue skies, nothing but blue skies. I often wonder what might I have done for God to have blessed me so. I have been incredibly gifted from my sweet pappy up above.

Look up there at the pictures! Those first few pictures are some I was working on before I started making jewelry. Its hard for me to do both. Like patting your head and rubbing your belly. I cant roll that way. Its two totally different mind sets for me. I discovered however that jewelry is like a strange and painful therapy. i think more of my heartache goes into my jewelry.

I can honestly say that most times when I finish a piece of jewelry I feel no "peace" with it. I part with it easily. I "disassociate" . I am done with it. Finished.

I cant tell you how many times I have worked on a piece and start with a certain intent only to take a trip down memory lane and end up crying my way through the process. I guess that why they call it art therapy.

I am also very excited to see that grunge art jewelry has taken hold and that there are some out there that are truly developing it into a fine art form. I'm not sure if it will withstand the test of time in the fine art forum or if it will fade away like the older trends, but for now i think the mixed media jewelry represents a few things one being instant gratification. Relatively quick easy money. Pretty things done with out the trial by fire. Without the intense methodical training.

One such type that has really taken my heart is the Tin jewelry. I was first hypnotized with this art form by the talented artist Little Black Rabbit. http://www.etsy.com/shop/littleblackrabbit?ref=seller_info Check it out. Its awesome! It blew me away with its simplicity and its sweetness. And so I too am developing my own tin style.

Another grunge artist with heavy soul and a heavy heart is Sparrow Salvage . This is a young lady who has most certainly paid her dues. Very impressive blog . Very impressive jewelry! http://sparrowsalvage.blogspot.com/

Presently I'm in a gallery here in Nashville (tn.) known as The Bennett Gallery. But I find that I'm not cranking it out the way I should . And as the saying goes, the more you have the more you sell. sigh.

Where have i been? well...... its not uncommon for me to disappear. Its part of my mental makings. I've been attending psycho therapy and i've doubled my medicine which has really taken a good bite out of my temper. This is good. I have a very bad temper. Very bad. And celexa has proven a good friend to me. I've had blood pressure problems from being in the pig state and weight loss will surely stop that.

See that picture up above of my husband? Up there, yonder . That loving "man bear pig" of mine is just laying there in the back yard in the grass just feeling super groovy about life. Now and then I'll lay down in the yard with my "husband" and roll around too. I'll look up at the trees and feel the earth around me. That is when I find myself to be "here now". That state of thinking of only the present.

It has been said that I suffer from a dis associative disorder. My doctor is a little worried that I am disassociating a little too much. You know that spelling looks really "f"ed. Anyway you know I just go through these states........as a whole lotta people do. Its the tortured artist thing. Its so hip you know....... just kidding. but it sometimes seems that way . like cancer. "Every body has cancer........what? you dont have cancer?????.................... well you simply have to get the cancer!!! Or like stephen king said.........."dead is the new alive"

Also.........and i've been told this one before, oh yeah, it seems i have taken so very many wonderful mind altering drugs ..... in this case one being l.s.d. , that I have quote " damaged my frontal lobe" yep, my sensor. the monitor that stops me from saying things like...... "what the fuck is that thing on the end of your nose?!!" or.......... "i see dead people" or........ "my god your boobs are huge!!! can i touch them?" and a multitude of other things that my co workers and friends endure daily. But i say this to ye' now............. I kinda like being brain damaged. Really, seriously. Life is never dull when your brain is damaged.......... at least the frontal lobe. It has all made me think about what i might be like with a normal brain. What might i be doing? I might be a home owner with a husband and beautiful china and art that conforms with my couch.

My fifty dollar couch. As long as i have a multitude of animals i will always have the need for the fifty dollar couch. sad.

you know i'm thinking about this old lady. she's dead now. i cant even remember her name. another damaged brain cell . anyway this little ole' lady was the grandmother of a very very dear friend of mine who died back in 07'. She lived with her daughter and they both got old together and she eventually outlived her daughter. They were the kind of old country women that would do "canning" and pickeling and quilting. i can quilt. but i never get time to.

After they both had died i was in their house with Terry , the son and grandson of the two. We were looking through beautiful scared treasures they had left behind and we came upon some quilt tops that hadnt been quilted yet. Beautiful quilt tops made from what ever their means were lucky enough to bless them with. These were poor women. From very simple hard times.

As we took time to admire and honor the memories they had left Terry drew to my attention that some of the quilt tops were a bit flawed. It seems that in their later days when their vision was failing they had mistaken pretty floral paper towells for fabric and carefully cut and sewed each piece into a palate of fabric from days gone by now folded and tucked away.

Now............ aint that a kick in the ass? Yes good sisters it is.

I really and truly hope that i am out of the woods for a while. I cant say that i'm unhappy. Quite the contrary............ I am closer to accepting what is. And i do realize that what this life is about is serving others. Making the world a better place. We are all looking for lightness in the dark.

I rarely read my blogs that i post. I shy away from comments. but i do want to say that i've received notes from people that i have found most uplifting. and i am most humbled by my new followers and i thank those of you that have stayed . thank you. it moves me.

goodnight wayne.

connie

4/11/12

Sunday

Good morning Sunday! I've never really been fond of you.... but then again....... I've always despised Monday. And so maybe dear Sunday you are cursed... guilt by association. Of which I should understand as I have been at both the giving and receiving end of that rope.


But I begin my rant with my usual silent pledge......... (1) try, TRY! to stay positive and (2) please please connie!!! dont use the "f" word........... I read a post recently that stated how a very successful blogger/artists gave one bit of advice being............. do a post where you list 5 things about yourself that people might not know.

I thought about this....... and thought............ and pretty much what you dont know about me is for the most part ......far better for you! I mean, we all have our secrets now dont we? And if I read a post that will reveal 5 things about the blogger of which I do not know... then I expect some little o' bitty hairs to come a standin' up on my neck. I want some lowdown. I guess I would hope for this based upon the assumption that not all people are so country fed. Maybe the Soprano's proved too much for me ...watching season upon season. Or it could be the family from which I came. I come from a very mean bunch of people.

So to tell you five things about me that you might not know......as if you would want to.

(2) I'll begin with number 2...... it seems only right because number 1 has become a distorted number, dont you thinK? To be number 1 for so long must in itself be a curse. I envy the number 1 and I have pity on it too. But there, there, I've already given the number 1 far too much time.......... and so with that

(2) I am addicted to chocolate. I love chocolate more than sex. More than other humans. More than good wine. More than most things. Dark chocolate with a smear of orange. Chocolate porno......... theres a thought. Chocolate bars of all types coming together .....

(2) 2 again. I use the "f" word constantly. Constantly. I use it so much that I hate myself for it. But having said that......... the "f" word sums up things so well that are for the most part basically fucked.

(3) animals are driving me crazy. CRAZY! They never stop. I live my life constantly letting them in and out and feeding and sweeping up hair and washing clothes and preparing food and wiping up pee and poo from ole' Eddie. Cleaning cat litter over and over and over.
Yes its true. I need a break.

(5) because this is getting boring. While I humbly appreciate so many things in life I have total disregard for most other things. I suppose it could be said that I am a "hater". I am not a person that necessarily dwells on revenge because I KNOW that revenge will come. Or to present it in more positive pom pom glitter sparkle verbage......... KARMA. And I always accept my own.

Moving along........... Halloween! I love people that love Halloween! People that think about that one day all year long! Living in progressive preparation for that one day. Over and over. Do any of you people actually "live" Halloween all the time? I would! If I had the resources and I loved a particular holiday or event with such passion I would drink it in and swim around in it. Every single day. Yes Halloween is good. When the veil is lifted between the living and the dead. Or so it is said.



I'm tired of painting girls. My daughter says that my girl paintings look forced. Like Mr. Rogers dressed for and AC/DC event. I have quizzed her on this to some extent. first mere questions here and there and then outright water boarding. She explained more fully to me what she meant when that went down. Try it sometime!

And so I have started on this little fella'. It will be about the pure of heart. arff, arff.
Another break away from the "girls". This is called.........let see........... "fear not!" I am excited to the point of pee pee about using resin again! I was big pee pee excited about discovering a method used by an artist here in Nashville where you apply a layer of resin over your initial painting and then paint on the resin and then apply resin over that! HOT Damn! Do you realize you can paint just about anything and it will look like the biz using that method?!!! Big pee pee excitement! Lets here it for resin! When I think back now I realize that those great looking "forever" breads my mom bought in were probably coated IN RESIN!!!

Okay (1) i dig resin!

My camera does not want to photo my jewelry. Sniff. Funny how that works. My Nikon will photograph things better left unseen......... but it wont photograph my jewelry. But soon I will be presenting kinda a lot of jewelry. I know you're all so thrilled. And you know, I have enough followers now that I should hold the occasional give aways! Only I will ask for say ....... the first person to comment on my blog about what particular form of insanity they love most and oh....... their favorite medication. Hmmmm....... yeah, sounds good.

Well I'm going to make jewelry now.
People bring your babies in for the Halloween. People can do some nasty things to little babies on the majick night. For such tragedy to come from such wonderful events.......... just look out for the kitties........ pray for them.

I would like to take this paragraph to thank new followers. It is so humbling to see a new face. It also makes me a little nervous. Squee and I started this blog to endorse art and art lessons, things however took a different turn. We find ourselves asking what do we want to represent? Our original intention as well as art was to channel money into the animal cause from art. AND WE DO! I so much enjoyed coming home every morning to read happy blogs. But then..... things changed within my own heart. Squees too.

I need to post Nashville pictures! I so enjoy looking at pictures of other cities. I have never really traveled and so when you guys post these pictures I'll just spend lots of time looking and reading and imagining.

I dont want this blog to be about burden. But I dont want false escapism either. So I pledge to take more Nashville pictures and focus on this life around me so that you, the viewer , can visually touch what my eye processes.
Because I do accept your patronage as the most sincere form of flattery.
Thank you.

And Hello Wayne!
you sure are looking good!
connie

Thursday Afternoon

Hello to all! Most everyone here in the states as elsewhere is going through a seasonal transition. Some dread it, some love it. Here in Tennessee the transition comes slowly. Summer goes kicking and screaming, swearing to God and on its mothers grave that it will return within the blink of an eye. And so it shall. So it shall. The leaves are turning here and on some nights we've even seen the low fifties. But as middle Tennessee goes we wont see autumn until its dead on time for winter. Sometimes if we're lucky here the northern winds will blow up a scary gust for Halloween just in time to make us southerners feel "wanted". Its as if seasonally the south is the red headed step child of post card seasons. No mystical lengthy autumns here. Just merely ......... oops, wow, I guess that was autumn. And then it passes. And so it only goes to serve us in favor that that one night of the year, Halloween, is chilly and windy and frightful.

Here in Tennessee we are seeing Occupy Wall Street protesters and I personally wish them well. I am a most disappointed conservative. The Republicans ......in my opinion, have made greedy jack asses of themselves. And while I might not be a bleeding heart, because I/We (Squee and I) are union and we most certainly work hard for a living, I certainly wont stand in a voting line again to vote conservative. Just wanted to get that out of my system. Thank you.

In the meantime I've found myself taking more time off from my second job. Tired. Just so friggin' tired. All the time. As a psy. major I find myself reflecting on what factors might be bringing this lengthy depression on...........mid life? Stress? Health? Genes? All of the above? As one would have predicted my previous health tests have proven that I am one fit troll! Healthy heart! Healthy colon! Eyes are going bad, but then I figure.......well, if my eyes go bad then I wont see what bothers me so much anymore and that might be a blessing. Because so many things really bother me. Never the less I trudge onward. And while I cant say I look forward to the next day............... I still have the balls to get up and fight the good fight. Because I say to you!.... People......there are an awful lot of assholes out there. I cant even give these people the benefit of an exclamation point. The worst of the worst is coming out like the dawn of a new peak season. And I suppose the best of the best is too. This remains to be seen.

Too many animals, too many children, too many women getting the shit end of the stick. And so we must trust in a higher level of consciousness while traveling through this realm of darkness.
Things could be worse. And I guess it could really be true that there is no light without dark. One must balance the other. No heaven without hell.

One a more positive note.........I've have noticed that "SHAKE AND BAKE" original is back on the store shelves! Shake and Bake people ! Shake and Bake and T.V. dinners and jello and sugar and all the stuff that serves my mind as comfort. sigh.........

Lets see , the above painting is a work in progress. I took two courses a while back online from Misty Mawn. I said to myself "self..... when you take these courses you will know good from evil, darkness from light, talent from no talent" and in the meantime I've also bought Misty's book "Unfurling" which is GREAT! ............but in the end the courses scrambled my already re fried brain. And I would say it probably took a good 6 months for me to regurgitate what I had taken in in bits and pieces and digest it to a more palatable format. Hence the above. Drawn on inspiration of a Mawn state of mind.



Still in progress. It takes too long lately. I just hit a certain point and my ideas go in a thousand different directions. I think however........I will stop painting chicks. Or maybe I just need to stop painting "pretty" things. I find myself constantly re evaluating "what is art?" And what I find most difficult is that truly good art is an extraordinary discipline. Of which I lack and probably about 80% of the people out there claiming to be artists lack as well. Think about it. Are you really a good artist? What is art and what is it that we want to obtain from self expression? See how deep this shit gets with me? I am driving myself nuts.

Hence I dont blog as often.
moving on..............
A necklace I did awhile back. I am a fabrication artist. Metal from scratch. No clay here mama! Play doh artists need not apply! Give it up. Go paint pretty pretty pretty girls. String beads. I dont care. But dont put yourself in the league of the fabrication artist. Hide your face girl! hide your face!
The complete piece with a little picture to snap you out of the lull this post might be bringing on. Is that me you ask? Why yes it is! Just waking up from a beauty sleep with my four jack russells covered in dog hair. Basking in my overwhelming sexuality...............ah yes! To be so sexy................. no dudes, thats not me. Not even close.


A wee little dolls head with no direction or intention.

My Lilly. Such a dangerous child. Here she is resting on a warm pot of tea. Cooking now is a real stresser! We have to pay constant attention to keep the cats away from the stove top.

This picture didn't turn out well. I bought a "frozen charlotte" a while back and made a mold. Then I made a clay (primo) mold and baked it and added accents with shiva oils. really nice results. then I mounted it in sterling bezel on sterling . Now I just need to add the leather or beads or what have you . I plan on making more of these however I will do so in brass/bronze. Keeping it more cost effective.
Lastly.................

Such a beautiful soul. So perfect. So gentle. Such a victim.

It is very hard for me to write this. But it is something I live with everyday.

This beautiful lady with no name lived on the streets of Nashville. She had babies that would follow her. And then the babies would disappear.

It is such a busy street. Very culturally diverse. I came upon her doing deliveries on my Saturday route. She was loved by so many people. I cant tell you how many women tried to get close to her. But she was afraid. Finally there was one particular lady that did get close. And on my 53rd birthday I went to the business where they had a set up ......... a make shift house, water bowl, food bowl etc. That was on April fools day. I took these pictures and I made a promise right then and there to go back and get this angel. And God heard my prayers, which I didnt come to know until much later.

Time got away from me. Thoughts. So many thoughts that go through my head. Where will I keep her? What will she be like with my rescues. Procrastination. Horrible ........God Awful procrastination.

I dont know. I felt comfortable that in all my grandiose existence she would be safe and sound.
That was April. In May we experienced a devastating flood.

The employees of the business that grew to love her told me that after myself and Squee had gone out there to take pictures of her she had taken a wonderful turn! She was warming up to humans. She would get close and take love.

God had given me what I had prayed for.

And in my stupid fucking rat race mind I put her on hold.

And then the flood came.
And she was never seen again.
And everyday of my life I carry that weight.
And I find it more and more difficult to paint beauty.
And I find it more and more difficult to feel lucky.


As a child I was raised in abuse. I have no qualms with that. It is what it is. There are millions of us out there. But there is one thing that abuse "victims" share and that is shame. Shame is all I have known since I was a child. But like I say............. there are thousands of us........so I'm not cryin' here...........I'm just telling you what you may or may not know.

Guilt is another constant. It is part of the shame.

I could've done right by this creature. There are no excuses. None. If someone had told me that they had been part of this dogs story............ I would've told them........ there are no excuses! Dont expect forgiveness from me! You let her down! You fucked up!

And now shes gone.

And I am so very very sorry.

Goodnight Wayne.
I miss you all.

Indeed.........

Squee (Ashley) sent me this image yesterday via iphone. When I saw this I was moved to tears. I don't know who did this but it sums up beautifully what I have, as well as Squee, experienced since our journey began. It is odd on this side of the fence. And most of the time you can, as a rescuer, feel mighty alone. But we are not alone................we are many. We are humble servants of a greater God. We are destined to do whatever we must do , whatever we can do, to protect the innocent. And for most of us............if given "the opportunity of a lifetime", it would most likely be................ to save more.

God bless and look over those of you who rescue.

And now...... a few members of the Saschi and Squee clan of rescues. Plus some tigers too!

Greetings All!

Soon, as a attempt at self discipline and self promotion , Squee and I will change the structure of our blog. To what we're not quite sure..... but change is coming. Yes sir, coming down the tracks like a locomotive! Like the cold north winds that creep into the night and take the green from the leaves. Like pms that comes hopefully only once a month and takes the sweetness from the maidens lips. Ah change.............

I've never been one for change. And even though it is indeed the only thing in life that is constant and guaranteed (along with death and taxes which I also avoid) I have never been a realist when it comes to change. I desire the same pace as Mr. Rogers . Coming home feeding the fish watering the plants and putting on the shoes and sweater. I desire simplicity. And yet I live in constant chaos. As I'm sure most of you do also.

Above is a picture I'm pretty much done with. In local "boutiques" around east nashville and then recently on the web I discovered http://anahata.typepad.com/my_weblog/ . I was completely blown away by her art. Why oh why cant I do that? BAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! Why cant I be this chick!? Just too dang cool.

I took a picture of a baby, in black and white and from there I made stencils and doodles and worked with all the usual stuff and came up with the above. I so badly want to finish her off with resin but I'm pushed for time as she'll go into a show next weekend.


Here's some critters that I took a stab at and in the future might attempt a go at again. Nuff said there.
This piece will go into the art show also. Oh yeah hold on....... http://www.artandinvention.com/
The Art & Invention Gallery! Nestled in the famous 5 points in east Nashville. Home of the Tomato Festival. Womb of all that is artsy in the hood. Kinda sorta affordable for all incomes. A virtual cornucopia of color and texture and sound. And of course right there next to my beloved Wonders on Woodland. Just look at the size of this heifer! Lord almighty! My attempt at the abstract. Perhaps on the night of the show Squee and I shall sport our black berets (once we've bought them) and, whilst sipping Boones Farm shall boldly and loudly critique the art work of the night at hand. We'll laugh and throw our heads back and if giddy enough perhaps I'll get Squee to "whip her hair"!!!! Oh heavens! It is a vision of mine that Squee and I will become graffiti artists with primary mode of travel the motorcycle with side car. Naturally Squee will drive and yours truly will navigate.


Oh yes......... farmers market honey. Local honey. Hopefully..............


yum yum. jams and jellies and relish and chow chow's!!! fetch me some bread and beans!

My sister Donna getting a lesson on identifying an acidic tomato. Simply: if it smells like a tomato........... its acidic. If it has no "smell"......... its not. My kinda lesson!


Having a Martha Stewart moment. Colorful pictures of fruits and veggies.

I love tomatoes. Guys........I LOVE TOMATOES!!!! EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Squee and I went to an art show at the park a while back. It was hot and rainy day. Thin chicks were getting around scantily clad looking very "eat pray love". is that right? Meanwhile Squee and I were sweating like farm girls. I approached some tents to take pictures and was quickly told NO PICTURES! Whats up with that? Is there anybody out there that can tell me what the deal is there? I dont see signs posting NO PICTURES. What do these artists think we're going to do?

Honestly I dont understand. But this kind man........whos card I lost ages ago , was kind enough to let us take shots of his art. This guy is off the hook !


Killer good shit!!! I'm to the point where I want to do it all! Mostly I find self loathing in that I cant. Waaaaah.

Oh baby! Whats up dude! Preacher man! Cat daddy! Rubberband man! Keep on trucking! Super Fly! Patio o' daddy o'!! Ass whooping mofo!



Shots of the hood. Oh aren't we cool? choke choke.

I need to do updates on my critters. Poor cuss/eddie is having a bad go of it. He's pretty much blind now and spends his time sleeping and peeing in various parts of the house. When he's not sleeping or peeing.......... he's crapping. His little lungs just wheez. I think hes maybe 16 years old now.

Squee and I have rescued our fair share of critters lately. And from rescues and other sources of drama I am pretty much broke. Oh but I'm happy.

Next post I'm going to write on cringe worthy moments. We've all had them. I'm getting this idea from the Iphone App "this american life". I love this app! It really stirs the imagination and it provides me with a few stories of my own. Stories I'd like to share with you. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and possibly gag.

Welcome new followers. I am humbled and flattered by your presence.
Goodnight Wayne.