I don’t know the exact date that I drew this on but it was sometime during mid to late 2009 while sitting on the couch in the living room and likely it was late at night as it is right now when all is quiet with the moon shining and snow melting and everyone is asleep and there is no phone ringing and no cars whizzing by and all I hear is but Missy Two Shoes the cat snoring in her basket.
I love the night more than any other time. I naturally gravitate towards it regardless of what timezone I live in. My brain seems to turn on at 3AM when I’m able to process copious amounts of information and the ideas just seem to flow onto paper more freely. Continue reading
UPDATE – Mom just frantically phoned and informed me that it is not employee of the month but a monthly “Choosing your Attitude” and that there are three people per month chosen for this because of their great attitude. I still like to think of it as employee of the month though!
Well, I need to say how proud I am of my Mother over the last few months and how thankful I am that she is in my life.
She was nominated for employee of the month where she works and this is her month! There are over 1000 people who are employed in her office; this is a huge honor for her!
Each month, whomever is nominated and chosen is given a ceiling tile to paint and is also asked to write something that means something to them. The ceiling tile is framed for one month and placed in a prominent area for all employees to see along with the write-up and a photo of the employee. After the month is up the ceiling tile is placed into the ceiling with the other tiles from employee of the months’ gone by.
These are her words and above is her painting:
Someone said to me one time
‘It takes one to know one’
so to the person who nominated me, ‘right back at you’.
What we see in another is a reflection of ourselves.
It’s All About Attitude……..Wow, so true,
and we’re all learners.
I have to get up about two and a half hours before my shift starts in order to
psych myself up to come in here to work.
No, not really,
however, I do like to see day break when the sun comes up AND
I also love to see a beautiful sunset.
It’s not for us to fully understand the whys of all our life’s circumstances,
but for sure I need all of you in my life right now or I would not be here. It’s that simple.
It’s an amazing journey and I love it.
We are all part of this humongous mosaic and it’s really quite extraordinary
so I choose to just enjoy being a part of it. When the time comes to move on and it will,
so be it.
There are frustrating times, but those are challenges for me to overcome somehow,
and from which I can choose to learn and grow.
There are sad times and happy times, each with it’s own blessings,
both of which I continue to appreciate as the years go by.
My encounters with another human being each day are precious moments
and just a tiny glimpse into someone else’s life.
These contacts are given to me. If perhaps someone has a frown one day,
I try to remember to look beyond and deeper,
because I’ve been there too or it could be me in their shoes,
like the song ‘Rainy Day People’ by Gordon Lightfoot.
I love you Mom and congratulations! xoxo
Words and painting in this blog post are copyright protected © 2010
Twenty years have come and gone since I picked up my first cigarette and smoked it. I like it you know.
the taste the feel, the way it filled my lungs and how it circled upwards twirling into the air once exhaled. It has always visually entranced me…
About three years ago I stopped smoking indoors. Yes, the amount I smoked decreased somewhat but that’s not the fucking point. And yes,
I’m somewhat grumpy
somewhat lazy and mourning
and saying good bye to a companion whose been by my side
The fallacy of smoking is that it’s wonderful for a person like me who moves from one extreme to another… the harder it is to do something the more I’ll find a way to continue doing it
braving sub-zero temperatures…
72 hours ago I put out my last cigarette.
And for all you Etsy sellers and yes this is on my mind you demonizing little forum writers… not all smokers, smoke inside and not all smokers touch their artwork with smokey hands. I am/was diligent with washing my hands and keeping myself clean.
And maybe I’m lashing out right now. It’s been so quiet. All I want to do is cry but all that does is make me sad and want to curl up into a little ball and sleep. My focus sucks. My creative energy has all but gone into the fog that’s rolling in from the bay outside. My chest feels heavy and I know it’s only because for once I’m getting adequate amounts of oxygen into my lungs. But you know what I want that vile cigarette.
I bought a house this week! Happy! but here I am crying like a baby about a cigarette. Why today is it bugging me so much!
I quit in 1997 for 13 months after my appendix ruptured and was literally rotting inside me. I had morphine to cope with withdrawal so smoking didn’t really matter when I could pump drugs directly into my blood stream.
I quit in 2003 for 19 months using Zyban. Mmm what to say about that except Zyban mentally can mess with your psyche pretty bad. Be for-warned.
I quit for 2 days in 2006. On the third day the DEA raided my office in Vancouver, BC, Canada. Yeah, so I relapsed and began smoking again. Fuck that I said. I want my crutch and I want it now. Those men have rifles pointed at me and there arresting my friends.
so here we are in 2009.
72 hours into quitting and I’m honestly fine.
Are you reading between those lines?
I read a book called “Allen Carr’s EASY way to quit smoking”.
I think it slightly hypnotized me. Needless to say I’m damn lonely right now.
NOT one of my closest girlfriends is a non-smoker.
THEY ALL SMOKE! 90% of the females aged 25 to 45 where I live, smoke.
And guess what!
The men don’t unless they are aged 45 to 65.
I’ll tell you though… physical withdrawal from nicotine is NOTHING! It’s a wee little blip in time. It can’t even kill you.
It’s nothing compared to the wee seizures, bone chilling shaking extremities, skin eruptions, low blood pressure, hallucinations and psychosis from GHB withdrawal that can actually kill you dead.
January 29, 2009
On a practical note . . . I was thrilled with how quickly, efficiently and graciously you handled our project together. Your skills and talents are impressively evident when looking at your work in all contexts. You seem to understand your medium(s) intimately and were willing to experiment and try different things, always responding kindly to my concerns and suggestions.
I greatly appreciated how dedicated you remained despite being ill and losing your dear cat McGandy in the midst of our process together–not to mention the fact that this was all happening during the holiday season! Everything was accomplished much sooner than I expected given the obstacles that appeared along the way.
Very recently I was contacted by Sara Aires of Portugal to redo her Etsy shop banner. And again my illustrations and her free-form crochet art meshed as well as Star of the East’s jewelry and my artwork did. She found me from Esther and Estella’s blog post about the work I had completed for them in September.
After come consideration I decided on using Lost at Sea… no. 3 for the base illustration to begin with. I proceeded to manipulate it in Adobe Photoshop until the desired effect was achieved and added her shop info after.
Thank you Sara for contacting me to do the work for you.
And a note to my blog readers:
I will gladly accept custom work when it is a derivative of something that already exists in my shop, Blog or Flickr site. Feel free to get in touch for any projects that you may have that my illustrative work would be well suited for.
Is 35 middle age?
Many of the women in my family live well into their nineties. I will not be middle aged until I turn 45. How grand is that; I have another 10 years before the infamous mid-life crisis!
Until then, I will continue living, creating and enjoying life all the while smiling wearing these sunglasses at night that I found on the ground this past Hallowe’en.
And just a note and BIG thank you to everyone who has wished me a Happy Birthday via Etsy, Facebook, Twitter and email! Etsy and Facebook go so far as to program a Happy Birthday message into your dashboard in celebration of your special day!
Photocredits – PicsByIan
Upon waking my nose ran away and my eyes cried as I climbed out of bed at 8:30AM and trotted for the bathroom. I grabbed a tissue and began blowing blood. My poor sinuses went through hell yesterday while I was at Value Village; a local second hand chain perusing then trying on clothing.
In the midst of pulling a grey cardigan over my head my eyes swelled, nose began leaking water and my throat began to close. I began sneezing uncontrollably, unable to catch my breath. It was the worst allergy attack I suffered through in a long time. I climbed out of the sweater put my own clothing back on, left the fitting room and handed the culprit to Lisa. We walked to check-out and I paid for that damn sweater because it was the only that fit out of the 20 I tried on. The woman ringing me through told me they allow patrons to bring their pets in! Geebus! It’s not so much dogs and cats that freak me out but dust, chemical detergents, pollens and scents.
Add to that I started my period and was already cramping more than normal. I told Lisa I’ll see you outside as her and Gillian were still shopping and pushed the doors open and prayed I had more kleenex in my purse. The sneezing dissipated as did the whole body shaking while I breathed in fresh air. I knew a simple laundering of that grey sweater would clear up any allergen in it.
They dropped me off at home and I ingested a half of a pink tablet of diphenhydramine-hydrochloride. I felt a bit better but could not breath through my nose and my stomach was bloating something awful.
Over the last 6 weeks I have ingested more allergy meds than I care to count and they are simply not working.
I cooked supper for Lisa and Gillian who were making their way back into town for a birthday party we were attending. We ate, shared a coupe of glasses of wine and I stayed home and went to bed with a hot pack on my belly.
The three of us went for breakfast today then out to their place. They have four dogs. I went absolutely berzerk. I love animals. BUT after a reaction like I had yesterday have to be careful and didn’t have antihistamine with me. They had some and offered me one. A Reactine. I was always leary of taking non-drowsy allergy meds due to the fact that they make me bounce.
I took it on the way out the door when they were driving me home and I CAN BREATH through my nose for the first time in 6 weeks!
I feel like a human being right now. I took it at 2:00PM and it’s going on 9:00PM and I CAN BREATH. My sinuses are open and I almost cried hallelujah an hour ago because I have been feeling shitty for weeks.
Allergies make you feel anxious and scared to do things you would normally do. I think my gut, period, intestines etc have been feeling crappy due to the fact that I was a walking ticking time bomb waiting to explode and boy did it happen at Value Village yesterday.
My new best friend is Reactine.
Photo credit – my new grey sweater on my light grey duvet cover