Monday, August 31, 2009

Polly... also known as "Miss Puss"


Polly is a roly poly made in my own likeness. She was our first stray/rescue when we moved to east Nashville. Its been about five years now, so Polly should be about seven years old.

We, my daughter and I, suspect that Polly is the daughter of Jo whom you will meet later. Jo is probably about fifteen years old and doesnt look a day over two or three.

Polly has been through more than her share of things in this lifetime. That we know of she has given birth to EIGHT babies at one time. Each baby except for twins were so unique and beautiful. I remember each and everyone of them. Hopefully they are alive and well and in good homes. It was a full moon when Polly gave birth. We expected about four kittens and so after four we went to bed and then when I woke up.........WOW!!!! Eight babies!!!!! Miss Puss was tired for quite some time after that.
While pregnant she was bitten in the face by a snake......I think. hmmm.......... it was horrible!

Shes seen her share of woes and trouble.
She doesnt care much for the old devil weed (catnip) but she does love the gravy!!!

She is mentor to Maggie, who loves her more than her own mama!
Long live Polly!!!!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

A Mirror I Started Today


Easy to do, and fun! Big hand mirrors I'll do for etsy.

We'll probably do a class on this too! The possibilties are endless. On this one I'll be adding sequins and sparkles! I would think most any type of hand mirror can be used.

I'll post the finished product soon..........only from a better angle!

Lots of fun!!!!

A Giddy Moment With Saschi!

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Sweet Maggie


This is my sweet Maggie, sister to Cosmo (yet to come) and best friend to Polly (stay tuned!)

Maggie is about the most courageous cat I've ever known. She is also a faithful friend to her comrade's . A true warrior goddess. My life is better for having known the beautiful and mysterious Maggie.

The Handsome Russell ... Lillys Lover

This is Russell! Handsome man! Sensitive, romantic, gentle yet aggressive. All the qualities a woman wants in a man. He cant install ceiling fans or do general maintenance but he can throw Lilly down and give her tiger love!!!! Russell is Lillys man, and she is his woman.

It was a windy night and whilst on my way home from my retail hell I spotted Russell, then just a boy, peeking out at me from a ditch. I stopped my car and here he came . Right then and there he wanted to love, and so I picked him up and drove home with him gazing up at me in my arms.

Russell came from a house where many, many ferals roam , and while it is usually difficult to tame a feral, Russell was born of noble mclovin' blood.............. what a man!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

My Lilly

This is Lilly. Such a strange little girl! Lilly came into my life two years ago. I rescued her from a dreadful situation; no mama, brothers and sisters gone to kitty heaven. Just a wee baby with a cleft palate, Lilly survived on cows milk and the grace of God. It was the year of the horrible drought and Lilly was flea infested. She was also a tiny feral wild child.

I wanted Lilly from the first moment I saw her. I wanted her siblings too, but they would hide behind bricks under the house where they were born and I couldn't for the life of me reach them. My best friend Terry lived at the house with his wife and neither were the cat fanatics that both Squee and myself are.........not in the least. I was already raising 6 or so kittens getting them ready for adoption when Terry called and told me that he had caught Lilly with a mosquito net! I'll never forget the day. Little did I know that the time was coming when I wouldnt have Terry and that Lilly would become, along with his artwork the most precious living thing I had to keep him close to me. The day i brought Lilly home it rained, and she was so small she fit into the cup of my hands. So tiny. Big blue eyed flea infested baby girl. And shes been my baby girl ever since.

That summer was the last summer I would spend with Terry. We grew up together and in all my life I can honestly say he was the only man besides my father that ever really truly loved me. I loved him too, but in a different way, and he accepted whatever love I would or could give. He was truly my dear, dear friend. He could tell the best stories. He loved Star Trek. He loved making models of space ships and cars from scratch. He was a comic book type artist with no aspirations other than to enjoy life the easy way. Red hair and blue eyes. Blue eyes just like Lilly's.

That Christmas season Terry died. His heart was bad. No one knew. I didnt feel Terrys presence for a long time, and maybe what I feel at times now is just what I vainly wish for. You know when someone is part of your life for so long its easy to conjure them up with a thought.

Anyway, this is Lilly. Isnt she lovely. With eyes as blue as my once true love. Now two years old and very protective. She sleeps on my art table , she drinks the water from my glass . And she gazes at me with Terrys eyes. And I love her.

Friday, August 28, 2009

How to get stuff for free from any retail chain!

I have two jobs. One of them is a retail sales job, a job that has led me to the inevitable conclusion that retail employees are the punching bags of the disempowered modern American. Male, female, black, white, red, yellow, brown, gay, straight, any and all others and combinations thereof... anyone and everyone can go into a retail chain (and most of them are chains these days), step all over the employees, abuse, malign and belittle, complain and threaten, and there is no recourse for the employee. We just have to smile through clenched teeth and suck it up, no matter how wrong they are, no matter how rude they are.

Recently we have had to deal with a particularly difficult customer, who claims that we damaged something that we did not damage. Long story short: she tried to scam us out of the maximum liability amount listed on our paperwork, and complained to our corporate office when that failed.

Now it looks like she's getting everything for free.

There is something inherently dehumanizing about corporate structures. I often refer to the corporate structure of this particular retail store as a 'schizophrenic hydra'--a great shambling, multi-headed monster whose heads are constantly in conflict with one another, and you never know which one is going to bite you--and I imagine most corporate structures are pretty similar. The people at the bottom of the structure--the ones you deal with directly when you visit a store or restaurant--have little or no say in their workplace. They can only point to their managers, and the managers can only point to their managers, who can only point to corporate guidelines, which are apparently intractable and infallible even though everyone involved agrees that they are blindingly stupid.

The people on the bottom, your everyday underpaid retail wage slaves, are left with a set of impossible rules, contradictory messages (be yourself! by wearing a uniform and memorizing your sales pitch from our cue cards!) and the occasional impossible customer that often sees said retail employees as a mere obstacle in the path of extorting as much as possible from said retail company.

The corporate overlords are so afraid that an angry customer will tell his/her friends, blog about it, and raise enough hell to hurt business while simultaneously aware that employees cannot protest their treatment without risking their jobs that they will take the customer's side nearly every time. Even when the customer is wrong. Even when the customer is lying.

I could continue this into a full essay, but that is beyond the scope of this blog post. So without further adieu, I present to you, humble reader, the four simple steps to getting free services and goods from major retail chains.

Step 1: Obtain a service from a major retail chain, making certain that you get some kind of documentation for it (a receipt, work order, etc.)

Step 2: Complain to the manager about the service. State that something was done wrong by one of the underpaid wage slaves, and that you are very unhappy about it.

Step 3: This part is critical. While the second step may have gotten you a free rework, a free meal, an extra service, a coupon, or something, at this point you must contact the corporate level of the company and complain about the service AND what you got in the second step. It does not matter how accommodating, polite, and generous the individual store was; you must say that they were rude and unhelpful. Your wording should ideally be non-confrontational, but rather sound as though you are frustrated, a little hurt, and confused about what you can do. You want to sound more reasonable than the employees you have undoubtedly pissed off, who are going to have some 'splainin' to do to when corporate gets your message.

Step 4: Profit!

You may not always get exactly what you want, but you'll get a lot. What you'll lose... well, that's between you and your deity/belief system of choice. You'll probably enjoy your ill-gotten goods more without your soul anyway, and it might even mask the flavor of waiter spit in your free meal.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE??!!!!!!

Hey everybody! jeez , uh, its late August! Its now the "before you know it" time. Before you know it it will be Halloween.... then Thanksgiving.... faster , faster like a little wind up toy; a little wind up mousey toy............ and then BAM!!! its Christmas.

If you're really caught up in the insanity like Squee and myself then at the end of it all you just sit back and think............... damn, that just happened. Every friggin' year, "it" just happens. At one time I thought it was a getting old thing. Something old people like myself do. One of those Peggy Lee moments when you're just sitting back at the end of the day feeling like you're in a black and white b-rated movie singing Is That All There Is. The kids are getting older, the cats are getting older , and the little doggies too! And in an all too human way you stop to reflect............ re-align, to gain mental control............. and its painful.

And so you keep running. And so you keep wishing. And in the end its what you do with what is left of you that really holds the most merit. Its the stressful times, when the rubber hits the road baby, that determines who you really are. Or so I believe.

What a year , what a year! Whew! Are you afraid? Sometimes I am, but I feel an eerie calmness too. Like bring it on! I remember once whilst going through the drama of the moment I told a friend that I didnt think I could take much more. "Oh yeah you can" he said. He was right, cause I did. Are you tough ? Are you prepared? I want you to be.

Cyber words. You've got to be careful. Sitting at the keyboard typing little words like an ant carrying little grains of dirt to one "big" ant pile. Only cyber words go off into space. And sometimes uh oh!! oh my god!!!!! you cant get them back! your words are out there hurling through space...................... little space words making their way through other millions of little space words!!! Like sperm to the throbbing pink egg!!! Salmon swimming upstream! Space balls! You hit the send button and you project your energy........... your own little string.

I used to be one of those kids that would rub in the dirt pile that ants were working on. I did. I confess that I did that. Too bad I'm not Catholic.......... wonder how many hail marys it would take to be cleared on that one?

Both Squee and myself are working toward a goal. A really groovy goal. When we prosper you will too. And so will the little animal souls. I started my u tube videos with a project thats too labor intensive.................. should've done it different, but I did'nt. I can tell you this however, the beginning video(s) will serve as a foundation for all things multi media in the realm of work I do. It is my intent to cover every thing down to the last detail so you're not left going "wait a minute, what did I miss?" From here Squee and I will do shorter ones. And if you're reading this out there and you want to make a request then go ahead!!! I'm a jack of most all things my friends ....and a master of none.

be good,
be more than good
be passionate
be a saint
be a mentor
be forgiving
be a source that little ones can come to for comfort
and above all
be humble.

Saschi

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Video 6

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Mixed Media Collage Part 5

Behold! The next video!

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