Falling Behind, Here!

OK, I went to bed last night and totally forgot about setting my clock back an hour. So, not only did I get an extra day this week, I also have an extra hour to tell about it!

Thursday turned out to be a really nice day. Unlike some of you suggested, I didn’t spend the day in bed (I can’t believe you were encouraging me to stay in bed!) I woke up early, had a pot of coffee while playing spider solitaire on the computer, then headed up to Dayton to the Half Price Book Store where I picked up a couple of books:
















Then I came home and started working on a new art project (and no, I still haven't finished the canvas... Any bets on whether I'll finish this one?)

















It's hard to tell from this photo, but this is a type of painting that I used to do years ago using spray paint on poster paper. I was pretty good at it back then, but I got bored with it because I thought there's only so much you can do with it... But now I have a new idea! So I'm going to try it again.

After playing around with that most of the day, Mom and I went and did a little shopping (I'm still amazed at the suspicious look the clerk gave me because I was buying several cans of spray paint,) then came home and we fixed dinner together (s'getti and meatballs... Yum!)

All in all, a very nice day!

Woo Hoo! A Free Day!

My schedule has been so off the last couple of weeks that I don’t even know what day it is. Ain’t that a hoot? I just realized a little bit ago that today is Wednesday, not Thursday... Which means I have an extra day before I go back to work!

So now I’m sitting here trying to decide on what I want to do with my extra day. My pockets are empty, but my gas tank is full, so I'm thinking I may go to Spring Grove in Cinci, or maybe go back to the art museum... Or maybe I’ll head up to Dayton instead? I don’t know! It’s just cool to have a whole day that I didn’t know I had. Maybe I'll just cozy up and stay in bed all day. :o)

What would you do if you had a whole day to yourself?

He's Making Me Proud to be an American

This may sound trivial, but it makes a big impact on me:

I was just watching the FL Governor give his hurricane warnings to the people of Florida, and while I remember him doing this before Katrina, I lost track of it and never commented on it. But now I have to say how cool I think it is.

After giving his warning in English, he begins giving it in Spanish.

To me, this screams of unity. A pulling together that we just don’t see enough of in this country. I know a lot of people complain about foreigners coming here and not learning the language, so I imagine that a lot would not agree with this, but that’s an argument for another time.

It touches me that in a time of emergency, there’s someone else out there that is willing to put all those arguments aside and is concerned about the well being of ALL Americans, not just the English speaking ones.

It's All About the Leftovers...

You know that ever popular question about what you would take with you if you were stuck on a deserted island? Well, I’ve been thinking about that. Why does no one ever mention food and water? I mean, how long does a bunch of CDs and attractive mates last when you have nothing to eat? I guess if they’re attractive enough after a week or two, you could eat them, but that’s just a seriously gross thought.

So my question is this: If you where stranded somewhere with only a handful of people, where would you want to be? The desert? Up in the mountains where it’s freezing cold all the time? Or some place in between, maybe? Where do you think you could survive the longest?

If it were me, I think I would want to be in the mountains. Yes, the mountains, where it’s freezing cold. I know how crazy that sounds, but I have two very good reasons it. One, I really don’t look good in a bikini, and with this skin, I'd be burned up in less than half a day and probably be so miserable that I'd want to die. Two has to do with the leftovers. I am all over the leftovers.

In a warmer climate, you just can’t get good leftovers. If you kill something, you have to cook it and eat it pretty quick (unless you know how to salt it, which I don’t,) and you end up spending most of your time looking for food. Who wants to live like that? Of course, you can always go out and pick a bunch of fruits and veggies if they’re available, but again, they spoil after a few days or so and you have to go find more.

But in a cooler climate, you can go out and shoot a deer or something, and it will last you for months because you can keep it on ice! And if you really want fruits and veggies, you can always hike down to the bottom of the mountain once a year and bring it back up and freeze it. Of course, you may have to spend an extra day or two a month cutting up firewood, but in the long run, just think of all the time you would save! Plenty of time to cozy up by the fire and enjoy a good book, or plenty of time to get busy with the hottie you brought with ;o)

Some Better Images

Just for you, Vavoom! (Sorry, we only have one, too.)

Yeah, you try catching a humming bird in action...

I like to call this one Identity Crisis.

I'm Bored. Let's Play A Game!

OK you guys, I'm trying to start a game of Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon on the Brainiax Yahoo board... Come over and play with me!

Pleeeeze :D

What Happened To My Blog?

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The Images I Can't Get Out of My Head No Matter How Hard I Try...

The spider I fed the moth to.

That man’s face up in mine... Uninvited.

The butterfly on my radiator. It’s still there... Slowly, ever so slowly decaying.

All the blood on that potato from where I tried to peel it while "under the influence"... Luckily, I was able to rinse it off and continue peeling because being "under the influence" dulled the arthritis in my hands. The lesser of two evils?

My Dad’s lips sown together.

Allen king in the Elvis costume.

Tent city.

The crack in the sidewalk.

The hole in his back.

The face in the mirror.

The smile on his face that said "Thanks, but no thanks"

The smile on her face that said "I'm sorry, I can’t help you"

The look on it’s face as it tore me to shreds in a dream... The same look that my Dad had when he ‘administered punishment’ for me asking to go outside to play after my sister did.

The look on my mom’s face the first time she saw me drunk.

The thin in the mirror... The fat in the mirror.

The innocent smile on his face, and the disdain on her face when she saw me smile back at her son... As she rolled the tinted window up. I’ve never felt so diseased in my life. And that was on one of my good days.

The look on his face before he took advantage of me.

The look on his face, up in mine, uninvited.