Illustration Friday "SMALL"
My husband's aunt has MS for years now. It is such a terrible, crippling disease. When I first met his aunt she was in a wheel chair but could still talk, had use of her hands, and drink on her own through a straw. Over the last ten years, the disease has taken over every muscle in her body to where she can no longer hold a gaze, or control her speech. It all makes me feel very small and helpless to make her feel better- or do anything to help. But, as it turns out she was once quite an athletic horsey-girl. I obtained a few photos from my mother-in-law and created this painting inspired by her and her Morgan horse. I'm happy to say that the art gave her happiness- if even for just for a few moments.
$5 from each IF WISHES WERE HORSES III print sold is donated to www.nationalmssociety.org to help end the devastating effects of multiple sclerosis.
Sick and Tired
|I have been sick with the flu. At least I think it's the flu. A bird flew into my window today and knocked itself unconscious. (Not even a clean one. Window. Not a clean window. The bird seemed quite tidy.) Perhaps the Asian Bird Flu has reached our small island. This is the only explanation I can come up with for a tiny bird slamming into a perfectly dirty- non-see-thru-able sliding glass door. |
I was once sick like this before. Long ago. Down for a day. Tired. Up the next day. Sick for two more days. When I had mono. Mononucleosis. I had Mono for months . . . Which by the way, I did not acquire in a fun matter that involved kissing, making out, or even drinking fountains. No. I had to get mono from my sister. (Ew. Get your minds OUT of the gutter.) Even better. We were in high school or college or something- definitely underage. And drunk. And in Mexico. (EW. NO. GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER.) She bit me and thus gave me Mono. (Okay. If I have to say get your minds out of the gutter one more time, I swear! Don't make me come back there!) We actually got into an argument while driving home from a Mexican bar. She didn't like what I was saying and bit me. On my hand. I still have the scar if you want to see it. So anyway. She transmitted mono via bite wound and I contracted her contagious disease, which undoubtedly she obtained in a much more traditional and "fun" manner. But, no grudges. I still blackmail her and live quite comfortably to this day.
But I digress. This was years and years ago and now I am sick and tired like when I had mono. But I don't have mono. I have the Asian Bird Flu, I think. Only I'm not a bird and don't know any Asian birds. Only little sparrows infected with stupidity who fly rabidly into my dirty sliding glass door and give me some strange disease in return for rescuing them from my three lazy cats who can barely lift their fat asses to make it to the litter box. But hey. Who are they to turn down a free meal when it literally comes flying onto their plate?
Weirder things have happened to me. I am a walking David Lynch movie in a Quentin Tarantino way. Really. Who else would have birds diving into dirty windows and into the clutches of over-fed fat (and lazy!) cats, and get mono via a bite wound from their sister? Yeah. I didn't think so.
(I would like to add to the record that I have had "the flu" for over a week now and the bird just flew into my window today. Now how weird is THAT?! Coincidence? I think not.)
|I bought a Lula. I do not recommend buying a Lula. A Lula is this:|
And when you buy a Lula, you have an overwhelming desire to do this:
So what exactly is a Lula anyway, you ask? A Lula is a miniature rat terrier that weighs 3.6 lbs and you must dress is warm clothing because she is always cold. She possesses powers which render you helpless from letting her sleep in bed with you (under the covers, because remember, she is cold). You also must purchase leopard print doggie purses to take your Lula shopping inconspicuously with you. Because after all, she is technically a dog, and dogs are not allowed in most places. You must be wily and sneaky about your contraband in shopping establishments. (Yes, I live my life on the edge.)
Here is why I do not recommend purchasing a Lula: There are some serious drawbacks which one MUST be prepared for when buying a Lula. 1) People will call you Paris Hilton. Which you know for a FACT that you are NOT Paris Hilton because she is a bit of a skank, and you know for a FACT that you are most definitely NOT (At least you entertain the thought you aren't). 2) Lulas dislike eliminating their waste anywhere it is cold and wet- Which generally means outside. 3) Lulas like to be carried. Everywhere. Even when you are at the computer. Like say, right now. 4) Half of your day is spent outside in the cold saying "Go potty, Lula. Go potty". Yet no potty. Remember, it's cold outside and she has no fur on her little pink belly.
But isn't she CUTE?
Support our Troops
|For the war. Against the war. Democrat. Republican. Do the right thing.|
Project Valour-IT, in memory of SFC William V. Ziegenfuss, provides voice-controlled software and laptop computers to wounded Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines recovering from hand and arm injuries or amputations at major military medical centers. Operating laptops by speaking into a microphone, our wounded heroes are able to send and receive messages from friends and loved ones, surf the 'Net, and communicate with buddies still in the field without having to press a key or move a mouse. The experience of CPT Charles "Chuck" Ziegenfuss, a partner in the project who suffered hand wounds while serving in Iraq, illustrates how important this voice-controlled software can be to a wounded servicemember's recovery.
For the Marines:
For the Army:
For the Air Force:
For the Navy:
|I have something for Illustration Friday! Can you believe it? I finished this painting for a client last night. |
Unfortunately, I have to put those stupid copyrights all over the image because of my past experiences with disgusting people stealing my images and using them illegally.