Sunday, August 3, 2008
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I love this. I might do a whole series of these. Scanner Art! You just dump a bunch of things on your scanner and call it art. No harmful paint fumes and it's free. I love looking at tiny details. This is somewhat of a self-portrait. This really is me. I dumped the contents of my purse AND my bathroom drawer on the scanner. You should try it and see what you come up with. I think real beauty is found in real life. I think everyday things are the best art. And I think your everyday real life is fascinating. Do you?
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I've been doing some drawings and cartoons lately. I was thinking about doing a blog that was nothing but artwork. I might. But not right now. I'm too lazy. Creating these pictures really makes me tired. I can write all day but one drawing and I need to take a nap. I wonder if it has to do with the parts of the brain that are used? So are you valuing your thinking abilities more these days like I asked you to? I sure hope so. Don't make me get in my Metro.*
*I still don't have a car. But it's still a threat nevertheless.
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This one is my current personal favorite. I've always had a thing for birds. Or at least just drawing them. I love the way God designed them, the fat round body and sticky legs and feet. And the whole beak thing. I love it. I could draw birds WAIT!!!!! THAT'S IT!!!! BIRD BLOG!!!! When I make a cartoon blog it can be nothing but different colorful BIRDS!!!!
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I have created a beast. Or a snowball. A Snowball Beast. It's growing and I can't shut up. Every day I wake up and I'm like, Did I tell them this? or Did I mention that? or How else can I say it? or
So today I woke up and thought, what if someone read some of my pages but got bored and abandoned it all and never got the whole message? That would not be right. I want to fix that. I am going to explain some things here. Cause see, you need to understand, all my words are one big message. It just SEEMS to be a disjointed diatribe when in reality it's MY WHOLE LIFE MESSAGE and YOU MUST get it all. All of it.
So here we go.
To begin with, this is me and my family. You have to get a good feel of me and who I am and where I come from. It's all part of it. http://www.myspace.com/theonlyamyuneed2know
Yesterday I had the divine pleasure of spending time with one of my very best friends from high school. She came and got me and we went to lunch and sat and talked for a long time. I haven't seen her in years but it was so very refreshing to catch up on her life. She's the beautiful soul who brought me a bottle of rosewater and made me a custom mix tape to cheer me up right after my brother died. I don't know how else to say it: I love her! And that is saying a lot. For the most part, in my mind, friends = stress. She is a rare exception. Anyway when we were talking she remembered the bean bag explosion. I forgot that she was with me! She said we made snow angels in the carpet with all the white things. She said when she got home they were in her hair, down her shirt, and in her pants even. Looking back I remember now how it all started. She came over and sat down on it and a tiny poosh! came out, just a few white things, just a little. I thought it was funny, and she got up and sat down a little harder and more blew out the side. That's when we got carried away and started slamming it all over my bedroom. I would give anything to re-live that moment. Like popping a good zit only a thousand times better and much more satisfying.
But about my never-ending chain.
I like to mix up my writings and present them in such an irresistable way that you can't resist me and you end up reading all my stuff and get blessed in a backwards kind of way.
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=396397724
I love to entertain people but don't be fooled by it, my main mission is to make sure the entire world knows about the dark side and is aware of the realities of it and I want you to get rid of all your demons but at the same time you need to be laughing. That's what I'm here for. http://www.myspace.com/bondage_breaker
my story is not about a cowboy. It's about the Christian experience. I wasn't going to explain it but
...wait..
I'm still not ready to explain it. http://biblestudywithcowboyharry.blogspot.com/
(it starts here http://www.myspace.com/a_copper_tale)
Another portal to my chain http://www.myspace.com/amy_nohrmal
or maybe you will find this route more appealing http://www.myspace.com/hemakes_allthings_new
I think that will do it for now. You MUST be all caught up. I just woke up with this need to make sure I got all my ducks in order before I move on. I'm not going away. I'm going to continue this snowball thing, you can count on that. I don't feel guilty about it. I have a right to do this. My life has been a WHOLE LOT TO PROCESS and this writing helps me to make sense of it all in my head, and what that means to you is a WHOLE BUNCH OF FREE ENTERTAINMENT at my expense. So don't say anything negative about me. Just shut up and enjoy the FREE RIDE. Punks!
Ok here's an update on my real-world deal: I'm going to get my very own neurologist so I can see him/her as needed and when needed and not wait several decades for the hospital. Also I am broken down to the point of needing to get on some kind of medication for mental alertness. Speed. The legal kind, for your head. I can't take it anymore. I'm permanently tired and I can'tlive like this anymore. I still am not working and I might not be any time soon, and I am growing more and more ok with that.
I guess I should tell you how my breakfast today almost involved a wrench. Are you wondering how can this be possible? So am I. This is a prime example of my situation right now. I don't know if I should laugh or cry about this. But it sums up everything that's going on currently.
My mom brought home a six pack of those old people nutrition drinks for me cause I'm a bum, and I like the cans, but for some reason she got the small bottles this time. I got one this morning and could not open it for the life of me. This happened about a month ago with a bottle of Mr. Pibb, I couldn't open that either. There is NO STRENGTH in my hands anymore. I even have to concentrate when feeding my fish, making the flakes go into the little hole in the lid and not all over the table the tank sits on. I am seriously crumbling and nobody knows it but me.
So about the bottles. I got mad. I even wrapped a towel around it and I still couldn't break the seal. I ended up hurting my hand. It still hurts. And I got even madder when I thought about all the old folks out there who can't open them either. I was mad and I snapped at my mom and asked why she didn't get the cans and she said, oh I'm sorry, you need a wrench?
Yes. A wrench.
Hardware. To eat.
A plumber's tool was offered to me so that I could eat this morning. What is this world coming to? What is MY world coming to? Is this real?
My daughter is in Austin with her friend, and today I texted her reminding her to drink her water, be helpful, and not talk to strangers. Most teens would send a sarcastic reply. What did my kid say?
"You got it."
Yes. I have to tell you and the whole world that my kid ROCKS and I have no earthly idea why God let me be her mom. I look at her and question if we are truly genetically related. She's borderline perfect. I mean, her heart, and her personality, and she has all her wits about her and sets high yet reasonable goals for herself. I love her.
Her dad is also on vacation right now. I just got a text from him too asking if everything was ok. He can't cut loose very good. I told him to have fun, I'm keeping an eye on the spawn. I feel good today. Connected. But that may be a mirage due to the half a box of Pepperidge Farm cookies I just ate.
My hand hurts. But at least my hair is starting to grow back out.
I forgot to say! The other day I had NO FEELING at all in my left palm. But the next day it was normal. My nervous system is a circus. I don't know why I still get surprised/upset because this is what the neuro told me would happen, I just didn't believe her.
Half of me is crumbling and needing to cry and crash, the other half sees this as some kind of twisted adventure and it's going to be interesting to see where this goes. Either way I'm tired of being alone. But then again,
wait
Is there a society for messed up people? Oh! That's what I forgot to say. I decided from here on out, when people ask what's going on with me, my response is simply going to be "I'm messed up." That's it. Just plain old messed up. In fact I was thinking of having a t-shirt made with that on it. A little white one and it says that in little black letters.
I feel like one day, soon, I'm going to stand up and pass out and wake up 5 months later in the hospital, only to discover I was in a coma, and while in the coma I had all kinds of dreams and visions and I will awake with ten million things to tell you all, but my mouth won't work, so they'll have to hook me up to some speech communicator thing and i'll have to tap it out like a trained parakeet.
Just watch.
So today I woke up and thought, what if someone read some of my pages but got bored and abandoned it all and never got the whole message? That would not be right. I want to fix that. I am going to explain some things here. Cause see, you need to understand, all my words are one big message. It just SEEMS to be a disjointed diatribe when in reality it's MY WHOLE LIFE MESSAGE and YOU MUST get it all. All of it.
So here we go.
To begin with, this is me and my family. You have to get a good feel of me and who I am and where I come from. It's all part of it. http://www.myspace.com/theonlyamyuneed2know
Yesterday I had the divine pleasure of spending time with one of my very best friends from high school. She came and got me and we went to lunch and sat and talked for a long time. I haven't seen her in years but it was so very refreshing to catch up on her life. She's the beautiful soul who brought me a bottle of rosewater and made me a custom mix tape to cheer me up right after my brother died. I don't know how else to say it: I love her! And that is saying a lot. For the most part, in my mind, friends = stress. She is a rare exception. Anyway when we were talking she remembered the bean bag explosion. I forgot that she was with me! She said we made snow angels in the carpet with all the white things. She said when she got home they were in her hair, down her shirt, and in her pants even. Looking back I remember now how it all started. She came over and sat down on it and a tiny poosh! came out, just a few white things, just a little. I thought it was funny, and she got up and sat down a little harder and more blew out the side. That's when we got carried away and started slamming it all over my bedroom. I would give anything to re-live that moment. Like popping a good zit only a thousand times better and much more satisfying.
But about my never-ending chain.
I like to mix up my writings and present them in such an irresistable way that you can't resist me and you end up reading all my stuff and get blessed in a backwards kind of way.
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=396397724
I love to entertain people but don't be fooled by it, my main mission is to make sure the entire world knows about the dark side and is aware of the realities of it and I want you to get rid of all your demons but at the same time you need to be laughing. That's what I'm here for. http://www.myspace.com/bondage_breaker
my story is not about a cowboy. It's about the Christian experience. I wasn't going to explain it but
...wait..
I'm still not ready to explain it. http://biblestudywithcowboyharry.blogspot.com/
(it starts here http://www.myspace.com/a_copper_tale)
Another portal to my chain http://www.myspace.com/amy_nohrmal
or maybe you will find this route more appealing http://www.myspace.com/hemakes_allthings_new
I think that will do it for now. You MUST be all caught up. I just woke up with this need to make sure I got all my ducks in order before I move on. I'm not going away. I'm going to continue this snowball thing, you can count on that. I don't feel guilty about it. I have a right to do this. My life has been a WHOLE LOT TO PROCESS and this writing helps me to make sense of it all in my head, and what that means to you is a WHOLE BUNCH OF FREE ENTERTAINMENT at my expense. So don't say anything negative about me. Just shut up and enjoy the FREE RIDE. Punks!
Ok here's an update on my real-world deal: I'm going to get my very own neurologist so I can see him/her as needed and when needed and not wait several decades for the hospital. Also I am broken down to the point of needing to get on some kind of medication for mental alertness. Speed. The legal kind, for your head. I can't take it anymore. I'm permanently tired and I can'tlive like this anymore. I still am not working and I might not be any time soon, and I am growing more and more ok with that.
I guess I should tell you how my breakfast today almost involved a wrench. Are you wondering how can this be possible? So am I. This is a prime example of my situation right now. I don't know if I should laugh or cry about this. But it sums up everything that's going on currently.
My mom brought home a six pack of those old people nutrition drinks for me cause I'm a bum, and I like the cans, but for some reason she got the small bottles this time. I got one this morning and could not open it for the life of me. This happened about a month ago with a bottle of Mr. Pibb, I couldn't open that either. There is NO STRENGTH in my hands anymore. I even have to concentrate when feeding my fish, making the flakes go into the little hole in the lid and not all over the table the tank sits on. I am seriously crumbling and nobody knows it but me.
So about the bottles. I got mad. I even wrapped a towel around it and I still couldn't break the seal. I ended up hurting my hand. It still hurts. And I got even madder when I thought about all the old folks out there who can't open them either. I was mad and I snapped at my mom and asked why she didn't get the cans and she said, oh I'm sorry, you need a wrench?
Yes. A wrench.
Hardware. To eat.
A plumber's tool was offered to me so that I could eat this morning. What is this world coming to? What is MY world coming to? Is this real?
My daughter is in Austin with her friend, and today I texted her reminding her to drink her water, be helpful, and not talk to strangers. Most teens would send a sarcastic reply. What did my kid say?
"You got it."
Yes. I have to tell you and the whole world that my kid ROCKS and I have no earthly idea why God let me be her mom. I look at her and question if we are truly genetically related. She's borderline perfect. I mean, her heart, and her personality, and she has all her wits about her and sets high yet reasonable goals for herself. I love her.
Her dad is also on vacation right now. I just got a text from him too asking if everything was ok. He can't cut loose very good. I told him to have fun, I'm keeping an eye on the spawn. I feel good today. Connected. But that may be a mirage due to the half a box of Pepperidge Farm cookies I just ate.
My hand hurts. But at least my hair is starting to grow back out.
I forgot to say! The other day I had NO FEELING at all in my left palm. But the next day it was normal. My nervous system is a circus. I don't know why I still get surprised/upset because this is what the neuro told me would happen, I just didn't believe her.
Half of me is crumbling and needing to cry and crash, the other half sees this as some kind of twisted adventure and it's going to be interesting to see where this goes. Either way I'm tired of being alone. But then again,
wait
Is there a society for messed up people? Oh! That's what I forgot to say. I decided from here on out, when people ask what's going on with me, my response is simply going to be "I'm messed up." That's it. Just plain old messed up. In fact I was thinking of having a t-shirt made with that on it. A little white one and it says that in little black letters.
I feel like one day, soon, I'm going to stand up and pass out and wake up 5 months later in the hospital, only to discover I was in a coma, and while in the coma I had all kinds of dreams and visions and I will awake with ten million things to tell you all, but my mouth won't work, so they'll have to hook me up to some speech communicator thing and i'll have to tap it out like a trained parakeet.
Just watch.
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