Posted in animals, art, comedian, comic, dog, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, love, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing on July 26, 2016| 25 Comments »
Posted in art, comedian, comic, humor, life, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing on July 25, 2016| 20 Comments »
I was thinking about books and movies that would have been less interesting with just a twist of the name
Posted in anxiety, art, books, entertainment, family, Fiction, health, life, Personal, photography, short story, sister, Writing, tagged Meet me by the Gate on July 19, 2016| 69 Comments »
April
Uncertainty
April 1
I was cleaning off my desk. I wanted everything to be ready, just in case. There was a pile of self help books. All designed to help you figure out what you really want to do. I keep starting them, then tossing them aside. I’m not sure I ever really performed the exercises or answered the profound questions. Why do you need so many books to answer one simple question – “what should you do with your life”? I set them aside. Possible lymphoma the doctor had said. Perhaps, if she were right, I’d go through them during chemo.
I boxed up all my paints – oils, watercolors, pastels, stabilizers, thickeners, and brushes. I doubt I’ll be using them any time soon. Perhaps I should give them to some young artist, maybe the Allen boy. Art supplies are expensive and he’s in college. He’d appreciate them.
I found the paint set I got for my tenth birthday, tubes of acrylics in a little wooden box. There were plastic inserts used to mix the paints with just the right amount of water. I used these to create my first masterpiece of a horse, Old Billy, eating grass in front of the barn. The brushes are gone, the paints dried up and the plastic inserts have disintegrated, but I think I’ll keep them just the same.
I keep thinking about my mother, diagnosed with cancer at my age, dead two years later. But I don’t have to worry, I don’t have cancer.
I sorted through some old files and found sketches I’d made in high school. When I was young, I thought I’d be an artist, a painter. I’ve been painting and drawing for as long as I can remember. I don’t know what I’ll do with these old pictures, but I can’t throw them away.
When should I tell my family? My younger sister, Allie has depended on me since our parents died. I don’t want to worry her if it turns out to be nothing, but I don’t want to wait too long either. I just don’t want to worry anyone if I don’t have to.
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Posted in anxiety, art, books, depression, entertainment, fantasy, Fantasy/Scifi, Fiction, free, life, literature, love, mental health, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing, tagged compulsions on July 14, 2016| 51 Comments »
I love paper – old books, pretty patterns, and foreign magazines. I rescue broken books and posters from the garbage heap. And then they’re all just here and I don’t do anything with them. Tonight I have the urge to rip them all apart; keep the best parts; shuffle them around; and bind them back together, making something different.
It’s this souped up hyper feeling and all I can think about is tearing into these books. It’s an itch you can’t scratch. Why can’t I get some obsessive urge to do something positive? Will I spend the next three days ripping up books to find myself surrounded by piles of paper?
Already I know this feeling will be followed by a round of anxiety and then exhausted depression. That part I’m afraid of. If I knew I would wind up with something; a great novel, a painting, or some break through research, I would plunge ahead, depression be damned.
Maybe just tonight under the cover of darkness I’ll free some pages from their old bindings. I’ll take my medicine and in the morning I’ll try to redirect myself in a positive direction.
Posted in animals, art, comedian, comic, entertainment, flash fiction, humor, life, Personal, photography, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing, tagged animals on July 8, 2016| 38 Comments »
Posted in art, Best Seller, book review, books, comedian, comic, entertainment, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, love, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing, tagged comedian, funny on July 7, 2016| 72 Comments »
Taking Fake Book Covers by Comedian Scott Rogowsky
Check out his videos on YouTube.
Here’s one to get you started
Posted in animals, art, books, comedian, comic, entertainment, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged animals on June 30, 2016| 52 Comments »
Dear Kitten,
My paintbrushes are not kitty chew toys. Please stop taking them from the jar on my desk.
Dear Kitten,
Please stop lying on my freshly painted work. I know “up” is your favorite place. But I put them “up” high so you wouldn’t get to them.
Dear Kitten,
Though the paints are nontoxic, I don’t think you should drink the rinse water. Does it really taste that great?
Dear Kitten,
When I went to answer the phone that was not permission for you to walk on my stamp pad and then across my desk.
Dear Kitten,
When I woke up this morning and you were sleeping with your head on the pillow next to mine, I forgot all the annoying things you did yesterday.
Posted in art, comedian, entertainment, humor, life, Personal, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing, tagged funny on June 27, 2016| 26 Comments »
I have a co-worker I like to refer to as Miss Positivity. When I’m ranting and raving about someone whose causing me issues, she days, “You never know what’s going on in her life. She might be having issues.”
I tried to get her to say something bad about someone.
Nope.
So I asked, “What about a serial killing cannibal?”
To which she replied, “You never know, he might have a vitamin deficiency.”
Tell that to the people in his freezer.
Posted in anxiety, art, books, comedian, comic, entertainment, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, immigration, life, literature, mental health, photography, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged entertainment on June 21, 2016| 16 Comments »
Hey Maybelle, the dish needs adjusting.
Why me?
Because you’re in charge of dishes.
I’ve been thinking again. This time about tourettes. I worked with a guy who had tourettes, but he only twitched when he got nervous. He didn’t yell out random obscenities. I thought he should just for fun. I would.
I would begin all meetings with –
“I want to apologize in advance. I have tourettes. When I get nervous I may say a few inappropriate words or phrase. Which can quickly snowball since my nerves will increase the more words I say.”
Then at some point I’ll break in with –
“Holy crap.
Damn it.
Turkey butt.
Sorry ass.
Son of a bitch.
Can those peaches, honey buns!
Sorry my Grandpa was a frugal man.”
And thus would end the meeting on a high note.
Posted in anxiety, art, books, comedian, comic, entertainment, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, mental health, photography, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged author on June 16, 2016| 51 Comments »
“It’s a beautiful day…” Argh!
Do you ever get songs stuck in your head?
I have a few songs that I seem to cycle through. When I try to stop one another begins.
My usual “… I need you baby and if it’s quite alright I need you baby until the morning light. I need you baby trust in me when I say …” over and over. And I don’t even know the rest of the words.
An oldie She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain When She Comes, three verses. Are you kidding me? I know three verses of that song. Must be deeply embedded from my childhood. (verses two and three if anyone is curious – she’ll be driving six white horses and we’ll all go out to meet her…)
And drum roll please. This morning’s song – It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood from Sesame Street. No. No, it’s not beautiful day in the neighborhood because that song is stuck in my head!
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