This is a portrait of Larry, a really nice guy from work. His wife recently died of cancer, and I was afraid to give him a copy of this because he looks so joyful in this portrait. Maybe someday soon......
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
jumpin' for food
Here's some pix I took of my dog diamond.... caught in "MID ACTION" These pix are miracles because my camera is old and has a slow shutter speed.
Crazy ass dog :)
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
WAY TO GO SARAH!
my
Mom's
class in
Belgrade,
Yugoslavia;
My Mom
was a radiologist.
That's my Mom checking out
the skull on the right. She was about Sarah's age, 21. The picture is so POISED and staged........... very interesting photo depicting a scene in a bygone era. I have it framed here right by my computer monitor. COOL HUH ?
THE GOOD NEWS IS that Sarah (MY DAUGHTER) just passed her MCAT, the entrance test for medical school. She is also about to graduate college at the young age of 21. With her 3.8 average she should get into a great medical facility!
Friday, February 22, 2008
fresh art by Nina
- just finished
this one
of my 2 doves.
They keep on mating
and laying eggs,
but no babies yet!
this one
of my 2 doves.
They keep on mating
and laying eggs,
but no babies yet!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
bad eggs?
Well its been a while since my last dove post. No good news as far as baby doves being born. I took some of the eggs away and now they are STILL SITTING on 2 eggs. One egg doesn't look promising and the other I am unsure about. I thought I would just post a follow up but NO ACTION: But my pair of doves keep sitting, Sitting, and SITTING!Monday, February 11, 2008
Roxana
Roxana
here I go.........This AM I finally got around to sweeping leaves. I cleaned up my parking lot and much of the back and some of the front yard. I must have loaded nearly 20 wheelbarrow loads and threw the leaves onto the back path for mulch. I am still very sweaty and dirty but its good honest work! As I was working, My cop friend pulled up so we chatted for a few minutes; as he started pulling away he added "Why don't you get one of those leaf blowers?" So I replied "I'd rather live simply, with less expense and BS, save money so next year I'll be able to move to Alaska and buy a log cabin!"Anyway, I was almost through with my yardwork and a small girl approached. I have seen her before and have always thought she had cerebral palsy. She walks with a limp and hardly has any use of her left arm and hand. She keeps her damaged arm close to her body like she is protecting it. She looks like a little dove with a broken wing. She told me she needs my help and that she is hungry and very sleepy. She added that she is terrified because she found this very morning out she is pregnant. She related that she is too afraid to go to her father's home with the pregnancy news...and that she needs a place to stay. I replied that I have no room for her but she is welcome to visit. She waited while I scooped up my last wheelbarrow load for leaves and thought about whether it was a good idea to invite this sweet faced, stunted girl into my home. But as I picked up my last bunch of leaves, it started pouring!Her name is Roxana. She is 24 but looks about 19 because she is only about 4'11". Emotionally, I would say that little Roxana is about 15, and I don't know if she finished highschool. This morning, Roxana had walked all the way to the doctor (where she was informed that her pregnancy test was positive) and then she had walked to her boyfriend's house, where she has informed him of her early pregnancy. She had probably walked over 5 miles with her laborious, crooked walk. I asked Roxana many questions. She told me that her boyfriend is much older, probably 40 because his hair is grey. She told me he is OK regarding the news of her pregnancy but does not wish to live with her because his trailer is too small. She kept stressing that she is simply terrified of her father being angry about her pregnancy because he already has diabetes and is strapped for money.So I fed her some fruit and apple sauce and we shared some hot chocolate. After I fed her, she told me she was exhausted and wanted to sleep; so I have allowed her to sleep on my couch. I made the couch more comfortable and tucked her in. What is scary is that she has scabies but is treating it with cream. She told me that recently 2 local highschool boys had raped her. They had used condoms but had given her the scabies. She scratches herself alot but I am not too paranoid of her having scabies since I know how to treat bugs and am constantly bombarded with fleas from my dog and 2 cats and lice from the chickens. I constantly seem to be debugging my house! Little Roxana is sure that her baby belongs to her 'boyfriend" because he does not use condoms. I really do hope he marries her.I tried counselling Roxana and told her if the boyfriend is an older man, and a real MAN - that he needs to approach her father and tell him that his intentions are to marry Roxana and take care of their baby: but first he needs to prove himself by getting a larger trailer. Roxana told me he intends to get a bigger home when he receives his tax return. I do hope so.Roxana is a sweet faced, damaged little soul. She is also the mother of a 6 year old girl called "Precious Angel". This birth was the result of poor Roxana being raped by her OWN brother and uncle. How atrocious.
I am willing to be Roxana' friend, and occasionally feed and counsel her. I told her that I will buy her some vitamins for her pregnancy. SO I will! I plan to walk her home tonight, maybe that will give her the courage and confidence she will need to break the pregnancy news to here father. I am sure I will have more visits from Roxana since she lives in my neighbors' low income apartment complex which is practically next door to me. I have to stress to her that I work alot and am only home at certain times so she does not disturb me or my room mate. I really wish the best for this young women. She has already had a tough life.
Where is Roxana right now? Still too scared to go talk to her father, and is still sleeping on my couch. Yes I know she has scabies but I can't turn her away. Her biological mother lives in the same town but they are not close. Roxana's older sister raises her 7 year old daughter who is apparently healthy and in the 3rd grade.My big hope is that Roxana's "boyfriend" is a good man and stands before Roxana's father and pledges that he will marry and take care of little Roxana and raise the baby. I hope is that this happens soon. My hope is that the nasty neighborhood boys stay way from this innocent, disabled little girl. I may not have much time between my job, my roommate and animals, but I choose to be Roxana's friend.
here I go.........This AM I finally got around to sweeping leaves. I cleaned up my parking lot and much of the back and some of the front yard. I must have loaded nearly 20 wheelbarrow loads and threw the leaves onto the back path for mulch. I am still very sweaty and dirty but its good honest work! As I was working, My cop friend pulled up so we chatted for a few minutes; as he started pulling away he added "Why don't you get one of those leaf blowers?" So I replied "I'd rather live simply, with less expense and BS, save money so next year I'll be able to move to Alaska and buy a log cabin!"Anyway, I was almost through with my yardwork and a small girl approached. I have seen her before and have always thought she had cerebral palsy. She walks with a limp and hardly has any use of her left arm and hand. She keeps her damaged arm close to her body like she is protecting it. She looks like a little dove with a broken wing. She told me she needs my help and that she is hungry and very sleepy. She added that she is terrified because she found this very morning out she is pregnant. She related that she is too afraid to go to her father's home with the pregnancy news...and that she needs a place to stay. I replied that I have no room for her but she is welcome to visit. She waited while I scooped up my last wheelbarrow load for leaves and thought about whether it was a good idea to invite this sweet faced, stunted girl into my home. But as I picked up my last bunch of leaves, it started pouring!Her name is Roxana. She is 24 but looks about 19 because she is only about 4'11". Emotionally, I would say that little Roxana is about 15, and I don't know if she finished highschool. This morning, Roxana had walked all the way to the doctor (where she was informed that her pregnancy test was positive) and then she had walked to her boyfriend's house, where she has informed him of her early pregnancy. She had probably walked over 5 miles with her laborious, crooked walk. I asked Roxana many questions. She told me that her boyfriend is much older, probably 40 because his hair is grey. She told me he is OK regarding the news of her pregnancy but does not wish to live with her because his trailer is too small. She kept stressing that she is simply terrified of her father being angry about her pregnancy because he already has diabetes and is strapped for money.So I fed her some fruit and apple sauce and we shared some hot chocolate. After I fed her, she told me she was exhausted and wanted to sleep; so I have allowed her to sleep on my couch. I made the couch more comfortable and tucked her in. What is scary is that she has scabies but is treating it with cream. She told me that recently 2 local highschool boys had raped her. They had used condoms but had given her the scabies. She scratches herself alot but I am not too paranoid of her having scabies since I know how to treat bugs and am constantly bombarded with fleas from my dog and 2 cats and lice from the chickens. I constantly seem to be debugging my house! Little Roxana is sure that her baby belongs to her 'boyfriend" because he does not use condoms. I really do hope he marries her.I tried counselling Roxana and told her if the boyfriend is an older man, and a real MAN - that he needs to approach her father and tell him that his intentions are to marry Roxana and take care of their baby: but first he needs to prove himself by getting a larger trailer. Roxana told me he intends to get a bigger home when he receives his tax return. I do hope so.Roxana is a sweet faced, damaged little soul. She is also the mother of a 6 year old girl called "Precious Angel". This birth was the result of poor Roxana being raped by her OWN brother and uncle. How atrocious.
I am willing to be Roxana' friend, and occasionally feed and counsel her. I told her that I will buy her some vitamins for her pregnancy. SO I will! I plan to walk her home tonight, maybe that will give her the courage and confidence she will need to break the pregnancy news to here father. I am sure I will have more visits from Roxana since she lives in my neighbors' low income apartment complex which is practically next door to me. I have to stress to her that I work alot and am only home at certain times so she does not disturb me or my room mate. I really wish the best for this young women. She has already had a tough life.
Where is Roxana right now? Still too scared to go talk to her father, and is still sleeping on my couch. Yes I know she has scabies but I can't turn her away. Her biological mother lives in the same town but they are not close. Roxana's older sister raises her 7 year old daughter who is apparently healthy and in the 3rd grade.My big hope is that Roxana's "boyfriend" is a good man and stands before Roxana's father and pledges that he will marry and take care of little Roxana and raise the baby. I hope is that this happens soon. My hope is that the nasty neighborhood boys stay way from this innocent, disabled little girl. I may not have much time between my job, my roommate and animals, but I choose to be Roxana's friend.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
work story
As my Indian roomie would say: "Too much work touching".
This is a story about getting tough. I am a peace maker, a middle child and used to be pushover.
Case2: Very recently, my immediate co worker (who was new) was standing rather close to me (we are forced to stand close because of the layout of the computer kiosk which really does not agree with me). HE was speaking with a customer and asked me for my advice/opinion. When I started giving him information, the customer overheard me and redirected their attention to me. HE didn't like this so he started smashing down my small little pinkie with all his might to "shut me up".... IT HURT! I was shocked and started saying to him "What the fuck are you doing?" and I walked alway to take my lunch. Later, he apologised but he may as well have been yelling out random numbers into the air if you know what I mean.
Three days later HE WAS fired! My faith in the store was somewhat restored.
Next time someone touches me at work there will be a LAWSUIT; I don't make much money at this job but I could get rich if people keep touching my poor worn out 50 year old hands. I need them for my beautiful drawings dude.
The good news is, I have recently got a lateral job move. This suits me just fine. No more kiosk, no more managers presiding over me...or me having to bear the brunt of lousy delivery and installation foibles, or bearing the wrath of many a frustrated customer! I GOT "promoted" to be store sign maker tada-tadaaaa! Its about as artistic as you can get at my corporation. The best part is that I get my own little private nook for mass producing my hand written store signs. I can put up photos of my dog, my daughter, and my dream cabin in Alaska. I can have my own coffee pot and cd player. Well I better not get too carried away.
Things are going OK. I still have my hands to make store signs.
This is a story about getting tough. I am a peace maker, a middle child and used to be pushover.
Case2: Very recently, my immediate co worker (who was new) was standing rather close to me (we are forced to stand close because of the layout of the computer kiosk which really does not agree with me). HE was speaking with a customer and asked me for my advice/opinion. When I started giving him information, the customer overheard me and redirected their attention to me. HE didn't like this so he started smashing down my small little pinkie with all his might to "shut me up".... IT HURT! I was shocked and started saying to him "What the fuck are you doing?" and I walked alway to take my lunch. Later, he apologised but he may as well have been yelling out random numbers into the air if you know what I mean.
Three days later HE WAS fired! My faith in the store was somewhat restored.
Next time someone touches me at work there will be a LAWSUIT; I don't make much money at this job but I could get rich if people keep touching my poor worn out 50 year old hands. I need them for my beautiful drawings dude.
The good news is, I have recently got a lateral job move. This suits me just fine. No more kiosk, no more managers presiding over me...or me having to bear the brunt of lousy delivery and installation foibles, or bearing the wrath of many a frustrated customer! I GOT "promoted" to be store sign maker tada-tadaaaa! Its about as artistic as you can get at my corporation. The best part is that I get my own little private nook for mass producing my hand written store signs. I can put up photos of my dog, my daughter, and my dream cabin in Alaska. I can have my own coffee pot and cd player. Well I better not get too carried away.
Things are going OK. I still have my hands to make store signs.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
dove love
OK! for the last 11 days I have had a pair of ringneck doves sitting on eggs waiting to become parents. they are nursing THREE eggs; Usually doves have 2 eggs! The male puts in 50/50 of sitting time and is supposd to be an active part of rearing the young. I figure the eggs will hatch on thursday or friday since incubation takes about 14 days;
So very soon, I will report back to this blog and post photos of "baby progress" I LOVE BIRDS and am very excited about this.
This year I also plan to post ONE new art drawing per week. I think I have exhausted my old art on this blog... so I will only post one new piece per week that is fresh from my pen. Feel free to critique.
Look forward to sharing with you!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"saini", good cook!
I now rent out my front room to a hindu man. He is also a vegetarian. Roomie works nights and comes home when I get up. His dinner is my breakfast. Roomie is a great cook. He serves me a warm soupy concoction of garlic cloves, onion, garbanzos (plus other potent beans) and egg whites in a rather hot curry sauce. I have to soak it all in yoghurt because it is so hot. On the side he serves sliced turnip and egg whites, plus warm naan bread. Very tasty!
Its nice to have extra money so I can save for my move to Alaska in 2009.
Its nice to have extra money so I can save for my move to Alaska in 2009.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
microbes, roast duck, melted spatula, clone kid.
WWW.GIANTMICROBES.COM
Hilarious! You can actually buy these cute stuffed animals on line, they come in the shape of various venereal diseases, pests and parasites, viruses and bacteria~
AAAAAAAAAAAAAwww!!!
BLAUGH!
HERPES
cute little buggers!
cute little buggers!So nice to get 3 paid days at Christmas.... but Home Depot will punish me with having to work new years eve AND new years day.
Today Sarah came over for roast duck... it came out pretty well and the orange sauce, wild rice and green beans were good too. Plus the apple pie was tasty! I left a plastic spatula in the roasting pan while the duck roasted..... and the handle melted all over the oven. (not on the duck thank God) Other than this mishap, all went well. Sarah is studying hard for the MCAT (med school entry exam).
I'll have to buy my hypochondriac friend one of the giant microbes next Christmas ~ ha ha.
This evening, I took these photos of Sarah and I. We have the exact same profile. Heredity is amazing......!
Have a
great
holiday
week!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
My holiday wishes
Merry Merry Christmas!
May your gifts consist of family and 
friends............
and FUN!!!
May 2008 bring LOVE
Riches...
May you be safe
May your future be filled with security
May your year be filled with sunshine!
May your gifts consist of family and 
friends............
and FUN!!!
May 2008 bring LOVE
...and beauty
Riches...
May you be safe
May your future be filled with security
May your year be filled with sunshine!
PRAYERS, hopes and dreams.
PHIL: may the cancer be totally cured.
TRUVEY: may you feel better.
LYNN: continue being succsssful with your art and cancer free!
MYSELF, sell my house in order to buy the wood to build a cabin in Alaska.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
A GREAT COUPLE OF WEEKS
On Nov. 25 I had my birthday party; then my brother arrived from Alaska on Nov 26... he had driven over 4,000 miles to see me! Even though I had to work alot at Home Depot we had time for laughs, antics, good coffee, meals, and great conversation. He did alot of odd jobs and repairs around my house.
I am considering moving up to Alaska in the next 18 mos or so.... depending on a couple things in my life but it all looks good for 2008 -2009. I'll be 50 late next year and it'll be a final change in life; My daughter is grown and I have a "feel" for change. By June 2008, I hope to have the $ to build a cosy cabin on my brother's land surrounded by tall birch trees. Both my brothers live less than 2 miles apart on a hillside 7 miles away from the town of Fairbanks. It is very wooded, with a view of the distant mountains and the Alaskan frontier.
Here are some pictures of Rick and I - et al. He also re met my daughter after not seeing her for over 5 years. We had a little "fire party" in my back yard with good friends. The marshmallows were tasty, and the weather has been perfect.
My marshmallow roast party with kathy and Barb
Rick and I
Rick with Diamond
Rick working in my back yard
I am considering moving up to Alaska in the next 18 mos or so.... depending on a couple things in my life but it all looks good for 2008 -2009. I'll be 50 late next year and it'll be a final change in life; My daughter is grown and I have a "feel" for change. By June 2008, I hope to have the $ to build a cosy cabin on my brother's land surrounded by tall birch trees. Both my brothers live less than 2 miles apart on a hillside 7 miles away from the town of Fairbanks. It is very wooded, with a view of the distant mountains and the Alaskan frontier.
Here are some pictures of Rick and I - et al. He also re met my daughter after not seeing her for over 5 years. We had a little "fire party" in my back yard with good friends. The marshmallows were tasty, and the weather has been perfect.
My marshmallow roast party with kathy and Barb
Rick and I Dec 6/2007
Dave
Sarah
Rick
Rick with Diamond
Rick working in my back yard
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