Fliptastic

Yup, that's my little guy. What with doing karate and being on the high school wrestling team, that kid is freakishly fliptastic. Now, mind you, by "fliptastic" I don't mean that he's doing flips all about the house. Nope, the kid finds every opportunity to attempt to flip anyone smaller than he is in the house...which leaves only me. I, however, am not fliptastic. And by "not fliptastic" I mean that when he tries to flip me I pull his leg hairs, I tell him that I'll never make him sandwiches again, I scream and shout.

And while I'm quite sure that the flipping attempts will continue to occur, I'm also quite sure that I'll continue to foil said attempts.

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Chicken Dance

The little guy had his karate holiday party today. It was all perfectly wonderful...until...it was time for the parents to try their hand at what the kids do.

Dave pulled the whole "I'm being the photographer, I can't." And so it was me.

The kid tried to teach me a few things and soon realized that I am, in fact, unteachable.

So when it was my turn to get in front of the students and their parents, I bowed, pointed at my kid and said, "He taught me everything I know," and then I did ten punches followed by the chicken dance and a loud, "BA-CAW!!!!"

I did the kid proud, I have no doubt.

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The Yin and the Yang

Lucky duck that I am, I get asked with some frequency to donate art to auctions that benefit various things I'm involved with.  I love doing them.  This particular one is for my little guy's karate team.

As I stared at this piece while I painted it, I thought about the bit of yin and yang that resides in me.  Well, tons of it, actually.  But I was thinking of myself as an "artist".  Or not an artist.  A title that, even after nearly 950 paintings under my belt, I still occasionally feel funny about using.

Am I enough to call myself an artist? 

Sure I love to play with art supplies.  Sure I'm crazy prolific.  And sure, I can sort of paint something that resembles the actual something that I was trying to make it look like.

Ya, I dunno....but what I do know is that nothing makes me happier than noticing that my laptop is covered in paint splatters (my wonderful husband is less thrilled than I), that there's always something colorful lingering under my fingernails, and that pretty much nothing is more exciting to me than showing my completed works to my family.  Seriously, this girl needs a way to display them on the fridge.

I suppose I just won't worry about a title and let my yin and yang work it out while I keep playing with paint.

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