Love and Bubbles

"Love and Bubbles"

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A Mermaid's Plea

I love painting mermaids. I've always allowed for the possibility that they are, in fact, real. I started out with the intention of painting a happy, blissful mermaid, but the news of our likely dismantling E.P.A. took me in another direction. Just like all the other creatures in the ocean, she's counting on us to protect her, to see that she's worth saving.

"A Mermaid's Plea"

My original paintings are available in my online gallery.

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This piece was inspired by instructor, Lindsay Wierich as part of the Lifebook 2017 course.

I must be a mermaid...

I must be a mermaid...

I have no fear of depths

and a great fear of shallow living.

-Anaïs Nin

Love this quote. It speaks such truth.

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Keeping Close

My sweet old lady dog, Scout...

I took her to the vet today for a bit of blood work to make sure she could continue taking her incontinence meds (old lady dog problems). As we sat in the waiting room, she to my left looking away, she kept scooching backward, inch by inch. I found myself moving to the next chair down the line three times as she scooch, scooch, scooched.

My precious girl, keeping close to her mama. Love....

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A Wee Little Bit of Home Improvement...Kali Style

Because drawing, painting, and glittering flowers by day isn't enough for me (I've been doing this, here...check it out!), and because my family is super cool about me turning parts of our house into a canvas...well, I painted a door in our hallway.

I keep threatening offering to paint my teenage boys' doors, too, but thus far they've turned me down. Ya, I don't get it either.

While I'm not selling this door, you might be able to talk me into painting one of your doors.

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A Quick Change

I had a long list of "never do"s today...that I did.

- wear ironed clothes
- make-up on
- hair held in place with hairspray
- addition of one bobbypin

I'm usually wrinkled, pale, and out-of-control frizzy.  But since I had an audition I decided to put my best professional foot forward.  Just as I was leaving I went to my little guy's room to say, "Bye."


Little guy:  just staring at me, saying nothing.

Me:  "Do I look like myself?"

Little guy:  "ish"


And off I went.  And then I came back.  And within five minutes of getting home I was my wrinkled, pale, out-of-control frizzy...and very happy...self.

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Grackles Rock!

I really like grackles.  I know they're the scroungy rats of the bird population, even lower on the totem pole than pigeons, but I think they're pretty awesome.  They're scrappy, they're resourceful, and they keep on truckin'.  Case in point, the grackle I saw the other day with only one foot.  He was the most adorable peg leg ever.  And that bird was fast!

While I usually see grackles that look like they're a bit rode hard, a bit ravaged by time, I saw two today that look like they have managed to live their lives in the lap of luxury.  As I leaned back against the edge of a pool with my little guy, two grackles landed at the pool's edge, and proceeded to take the most spectacular bath.  They dipped in.  They splashed a bit.  They puffed out all their feathers in the most adorable way.  Those grackles were livin' large!

And then one landed right beside me.  It had a pretzel stick in its mouth.  It dipped that pretzel stick in the pool as any kid would dip an Oreo in a glass of milk, and gobbled down his moistened treat.

Grackles rock!

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When I was a Fish

I've got a kid in college now.  Does he talk about it?  Nope.  Do I have any idea what his grades are?  Ya...nope.  Mums the word on all that stuff. 

I suppose that's why a memory popped up for me.  When I was a freshman in college I tanked grade-wise.  I'd somehow managed to float through high school with very little effort and still ended up in the top ten percent, so actually needing to study in college took me by surprise.  Left me with an, "Oh....."

So I got to studying and managed to get myself all Dean's List worthy by Christmas.  So what did this totally broke college kid give her parents as gifts?  Little notepads made out of quartered "A" college papers.  The perfect little notepad for taking down a message by the phone.

And, by golly, as I recall, my parents used those sweet little notepads for a number of years. 

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Side Dish Delight

I figure folks must think my kids have the worst diet ever.  The thing is, every time I'm asked to bring a "side dish" to a potluck, I bring cookies.  What does my kid have to say about this?


Little guy:  "Yeah, they probably wonder...but I like your cooking."


Kid tested.

Kid approved.

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It's a Weighty Situation

So we went scale shopping tonight.  We already had one, but it liked to mess with us.


Step on...one weight...step off.

Step back on...four pounds heavier...step off.

Step back on again...six pounds lighter...step off.


And then I swear the scale smirked, just a bit.


So off we went to the store.  Did you know you can scarcely find a scale that will just tell you how much you weigh?

Those darn things check your body fat, your body water (?), your calorie consumption, your muscle percentage, your bone mass, and can even interact with your cell phone.  Our new one isn't quite as fancy as all that, but it will be so, um, er, exciting having all sorts of new data about myself to share...once we figure out how to use what is currently the most high tech thing in our house.

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When the Cat's got my Mouse

Some days I'm just clicking along, rockin' it on my computer.  And some days are like this.


"Clickety, click, click!"

"Clickety, click!"

"Click, click, click!"

And then I'm moving stuff.  I'm swiping stuff.  And ------------------------------------- nothin'.


My mind goes straight to panic.  My computer's broken!  Liquid must have somehow ended up in my keyboard!  Waaaaaaaaaaah!


Then I see my sweet, big ol' cat's paw.  It's just barely touching my track pad.  And "barely" is enough to render my swiping useless.

By the way he smirked at me I'm thinking he knew exactly what he was doing.

And since I gave him big snuggles for doing it, I'm absolutely positive this scene will be repeated again and again.

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Quick, Call a Toe Truck!

Dave and the kid were wrestling on our bed last night.  Happens a lot.  The blanket gets all messed up, pillows end up everywhere, and the clothes I'd carefully set out for the next day end up on the floor...in a heap.

As much as a disruption that this is, I rather like that the guys wrestle.  It's good stuff.


It's good stuff until what happened last night, that is.  They're wrestling on the bed, blanket is messed up, pillows are strewn about, my clothes are in a heap...and the kitten freaks out, runs outa there at break neck speed, steps on my toe, accidentally digging one of his super sharp claws deep, and bolts away.


Me:  "Ooooowwwwwwww!!!"  That really, really hurt!

Me:  "I'm bleeding!"  I was.

Me:  "I need a bandaid!"  I did.

Me:  "I need antibacterial ointment!"  I really did.

Me:  "Isn't somebody going to call a toe truck?!?!"


Silence.

Sometimes my sense of humor is so under-appreciated.

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First Neck Tweak...Then Ocean Terror

My little guy got his neck tweaked today at a wrestling meet, which reminded me of....


Sometime in the mid 80s I was in Galveston.  I'd slept funny, so my neck was all outa whack.  I dove into the ocean thinking, "Salt water cures everything, right?"

Out I swam and swam and swam, way out over my head.  I bobbed in the waves.  It was quite pleasant. And then a big wave came along and seriously smacked me up-side the head.  And I tell you what, it was the most fabulous neck pop ever!

I leaned back and floated, looking at the sky, utterly and completely at peace...until a small plane with a "Jaws 4, The Revenge" banner fluttering behind it flew directly overhead.

Yes I did set a swimming P.R. that day.

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It was TERRIFYING!

I had a terrifying experience recently...TERRIFYING, I'm telling you.

Here's what happened.  I was being a super nice mom, you know, like I am almost always, and I was letting my little guy (he's only fifteen) drive my car in a big ol' virtually empty parking lot for practice.  OK, so yes, that is terrifying, but only mildly so.  What was terrifying is this.  Just a few moments after pulling into the parking lot and switching seats with my kid, I looked around and it was obvious, so very obvious, that the five or so cars moving about in said parking lot were also being driven by beginner drivers.  Yikes!!!  We were not alone!

The other cars weaved about, they stopped abruptly, they parked in spots in a most crooked manner, and I went on and on and on about staying away from them...far, far away.

If I may brag just a bit, my kid did not weave, he stopped abruptly only once, and he parked perfectly.

...and while he was completely comfortable, as is his style, I was a nervous ninny.

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Coming Soon

I came to a stop at an intersection the other night.  There was a fella there hoping to get some spare change.  Only he didn't have the cardboard sign I've become accustomed to.  And, gosh, writing that I'm "accustomed" to it makes me a little sad that it absolutely, positively doesn't strike me as odd or unusual to see yet another homeless person around.

Anyway, this fella was wearing a big, red oversize T-shirt that read "SIX PACK COMING SOON".  My first thought was, "Wow, is he just being honest?"  And then I thought, why on earth would this guy have spent his hard-earned money on that shirt.  OK, I suppose it was possible, but then I began to wonder if someone had given him that shirt...you know, as a joke.  And then I saw his smile.  His big, wonderfully goofy smile, and then I didn't care any more about how he'd gotten the shirt.  I just knew that this guy was able to find the silver lining, the happy, the whimsical in the package he was presenting.

And then I wished I'd had a dollar to give him.

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Silver Linings

Picked my kid up from a sleep over early this afternoon.  He looked blissfully tired...and a bit snarfly, a little heavy on the booger side, stuffed up.

As we drove home I noticed him leaning to the side just a bit.  That lean that makes me think I should roll my window down sooner than later.  That lean that always seems to make my kid ever so happy.


Little guy:  "This is the best thing ever!"

Me:  "What?"  I go ahead and begin rolling my window down.

Little guy:  "I can totally stink up your car and I don't even have to smell it!"


That's my guy, cup always half full, always finding the silver lining...even to mocos verdes.

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These Boots were Made for Walkin'

Well, at least my boots are.  And lucky duck that I am, my sweet mom bought me an awesome pair of new-to-me cowboy boots at a hip thrift store today.  I was all excited to talk about them when I picked up my little guy this afternoon.


Me:  "I got some new cowboy boots today."

Little guy:  "That's cool."

Me:  "Do you ever want some boots?"

Little guy:  "I don't like boots."

Me:  "Why?!?!  What's not to like about cowboy boots?"

Little guy:  "I can't actually walk in them."

Me:  "Oh, I probably trained you to think that when you were a little boy."

Little guy:  "What?"

Me:  "Yeah, when I needed to get you to slow down I'd just put cowboy boots on your feet.  You loved them and didn't even notice how much they inhibited your movement."

Little guy:  "That was mean, mom."

Me:  "Hey, that's what you get for starting walking at only eight months old.  Now that was mean, dude.  Your mama was tired!"

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The Perfect Fit

I'm super excited!  I went for a fitting today.  Lucky me...I get to be an extra on a hit television show.  I haven't seen it because I only watch TV shows on Netflix and it hasn't made it there yet, but I hear it's great.

I figured that as a forty-six year old broad they'd have me comfortably in a turtle neck and pants, or at the very least, a long gown that went from shoulder to the base of my shoes.  

Anyway, can't give any show details because that's the rules, but here's how the fitting went after she got the info on the sizes I wore, top to bottom.


Me:  "Hey, just a heads up, I have some cellulite on my thighs...I'm forty-six, that's how we roll."

Lovely wardrobe lady:  "I'm in my thirties and I have cellulite."


She got out an assortment of pants, tops, skirts, jewelry and shoes.  I tried on several outfits.  She eliminated bits and pieces, brought new stuff, took the rejects away, sized me up, had me put my cut-away shirt on backward, rigged me with a little help for the "girls," and called me "done".


Me:  "This is so much fun!  I'm dressing up like high school me...where's my mohawk?"

Lovely wardrobe lady:  "You're fun to dress."


Yes, my friends, I get to be on TV in an outfit very similar to the one that got me sent home from high school one day.  Forty-six is officially hot...well, at least as hot as I can make it.

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Juxtaposition Pizza

I love the word.  I love the concept.  I love stumbling across it, and finding myself silently saying, "hmmmmmmm..."

Yesterday I was thrilled to come across a delightful scene rocking juxtaposition...and it made me ever so happy.


So, here ya go, panning left to right:

- a group of folks (men, women, and children) dressed in prairie time-ish garb, singing Christian hymns, and handing out literature.

- a guy with a mohawk selling a 20" Redline bicycle so he could afford to move on to the next town.  If that bike would've fit in my luggage I so would've set him up with some traveling cash.

- a fella selling silk screened shirts with a design of his own on them.  He made a big point of telling me how great the city was for homeless people and how many services there were available.  And then he told me he wanted to leave town.

- a group of people drumming and dancing.

- a bunch of families picnicking.

- a guy on a bicycle with a fake chicken on it.

- a lady holding a dog with sunglasses.

- a man going back and forth hitting, opening, closing, moving, adjusting a row of newspaper vending machines over and over.  And then hitting them all with his jacket.  And then he'd start the sequence all over again.  In hindsight I wish I'd hooked him up with the fella who knew about the services for homeless people.


It was a juxtaposition pizza...filled with slices and bits and pieces of life from all sorts, all amazing in their own way.

I loved it!

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