Land of 1000 emails
|Today was one of those days where my ass never gets up from the puter. Ever heard of secretary's spread? I obtained it in 2 days.
So on the art front. New painting which will be part of a series at the AAUW show this weekend:
And then there's the puppy front:
and the OTHER puppy front:
Oh! And the drama with Rusty and Joey?! (Horse and dog, respectfully.) Turns out both of the owners before the owner that I bought these creatures from were emotionally harmed in some way by the previous owners to no fault of my own. The uncanniness of it all is that I found out about it on the SAME DAY. Legally, everything is dandy. But shitolordy, do I need this? Hella no.
When I began recalling the story to tell my husband, he's, "So basically you bought drama". Statement. Not question.
WTF? I buy drama by the pound? No! If I were to go into it, even I would get confused. Must. Visit. Distracting. Entertaining. Websites.
Illustration Tour 2008
|So check out this great online zine by Design This Design That with a fantastic array of artwork. I only wish that I would have had the time to answer the interview sent to me so that it could have been included with my artwork (pg. 169)|
Apparently I'm a two-faced hater
|I've always considered those who use a MAC to be the enemy. I'm not sure why, but I've always been a hater and considered MAC lovers inferior primarily because they considered me, a PC lover, to be inferior. You MAC people- always so smug since I can remember. Like 2001 or so. None of your software worked yet you were always bragging. You were dumb. I was a hater.|
And then Windows Vista came along. Seriously? It's like going from free-love to POW camp. Every time I click to do anything I am warned I'm doing something worthy of a public flogging. Hello? Mr. laptop PC made by the Amish? I am an adult and I click where I want to click. (Envision head side to side with a hand up like "Oh no, you didnit") I also know that every website I visit and everything I download is not evil. Thanks for having my back, paranoid. So annoying, yes. Still a big fan of ole skool Windows XP.
Then my PC-so-called-lovin' girlfriend, Stacy, got this MAC (traitor!!) and she MADE the hubby and I look at all the things her MAC could do. I have to admit that I could have stayed for hours watching and learning what this superdeeduperooohlala machine could do. I think we all spent just a half an hour alone just making funny faces into the built in camera. Okay, yeah, so tequila might have been involved, but still. The point is, I kinda liked her leopard MAC.
So then my husband receives a super DELUXE Mac Book Pro.
It arrived today and quite honestly . . . I'm thinking of running off with the Mac and leaving my husband and family. I can tell it feels the same way about me. It set up a POP3 email account, no questions asked, no tutorial walk-throughs . . . Just, I'll take care of it, honey attitude. Which to me says it is totally enamored. It doesn't ask if I am aware that every site I visit is unwholesome and untrustworthy. I think it trusts my better judgment since I'm not visiting porn and hacker sites (are there really hacker sites? Maybe I do need a Windows Vista to protect my unassuming ass.)
Best of all, it doesn't act like a used cars salesman- "Are you SURE you don't want AOL? Seriously? AOL does everything. It can practically wipe your butt! And wait there's more! We can spam you to death with every proprietary program known to mankind! It's just a click away on your desktop! You thought Windows MS was bad? Not only can we can OWN you, we can slow and clog your computer down with McAfee and monitor every site you visit on Internet Explorer! What's not to like??!!"
And this all lovingly typed from my DELL PC with Windows XP. xoxo's - You know you love me! Or until I trade your sorry ass up or Bill Gates pulls his head out his ass (Stop outsourcing to third-world countries!) Whichever comes first.
PS Microsoft is a huge corporation which resides primarily in the Pacific Northwest (AKA where I live). Please continue your support and buy as many PC's as possible because it keeps our economy stable. Thank you. PC's rock when not under the influence of Windows Vista. The first step is to admitting there is a problem. Become one of our Support Systems. Think of all the venting and hating you could do! Nothing feels better than releasing your anger yelling at a computer! Come on! I know you feel me!
Starting September Off with a Bang
|Well, my weekend certainly started out with a bang.|
Friday morning woke up to the sound of puppy mews. (They mew. It is the sweetest noise known to mankind.) Fast forward to afternoon, and we have 10 puppies.
8 pm rolls around and it is official. My husband is on strike. (Boeing strike) And I love how this happens. My kids go to school for exactly one week, the hubby is off to work, and then BAM. Said hubby is home with me. Spending quality time together. Time where I would usually be sad, lonely and bored. Without a thing to do. Oh, it's SO good that he's here with me. Not bringing in any money.
So then Saturday when the alarm goes off, it's an hour and half drive to my daughter's soccer game where our girls had their asses handed to them by professional 11-year old players. Seriously. I think David Beckham was their coach.
After getting home I rode both my horses. My therapy for an already slammin' good weekend.
Sunday we spent all day picking rocks. Now there's a whole buncha hella fun. Why, it's one of the best things about owning a ranch. Each year rocks pop up from the horses making it unsightly, dangerous, and one less spot for a blade of grass to grow. And each year we get a couple truckloads of rocks to dump. See what I'm saying? Ranch work is high glam. I pick rocks in an evening gown sipping on champagne. It's THAT glamorous!
I'm off. The hair and make up people are here so I'd better get running.
|Received a lovely email from Liz of Wickedly Chic this morning telling me to take a looksie. Check out the Today's Pick!|
Are you like me?
|Okay, so all of August was slamming busy. And then it got busier. Crazy. Out of control. Drama where there needed to be none. So much on my plate that I got completely overwhelmed. And when things get like this here is what I typically do:|
I walk from one room to the other not remembering what I was doing but since I was in that room, I might as well take care of PROBLEM A. Meanwhile while walking into other room not remembering what I was doing, I take care of PROBLEM B. So what was I doing again? Oh right! Problem C which was a priority that I forgot all about! So problem A? Oh man, what did I do with problem A?? Where the hell did I put it? So room to room I roam. And well, you get the gist of it because it went to PROBLEM W or X or something.
So how did I handle it? By dicking around the computer, natch. It seems that every problem, question, or answer I had was on the computer which sidetracked me even more. So yeah, can I dick around like nobody's business browsing the Internet? Apparently so. And did I get all my issues addressed? Almost, except for the ones that will never go away no matter how many rooms I walk into or how many entertaining websites I visit. Did I answer any emails? *sigh* It's just that I have to answer the icky ones before the fun ones (and you know who you are!) And truthfully, I just can't think any more. I need the people of the Internet to do it for me. Those of you with entertaining websites, I need you to keep my mind fluffy and fresh.
And craigslist? Oh, I love you craigslist with your never ending temptations of things that I can buy or barter for cheap, cheap, cheap. And let us not forget the complete morons that sell stuff and keep me jolly happy with excruciatingly bad grammar and hideous photos (WHAT is that exactly?! Do I need to tilt my head sideways?) My favorites are the people selling horses. Here's the deal. PEOPLE ARE GIVING AWAY HORSES right now. Swear to GOD. Nice ones with good breeding, no issues, and photos are posted of said horses! If they aren't free, they are hella cheap. (PLEASE for the love of GOD, don't go out and get yourself a horse if you don't know jack squat about horses just because they are free or affordable. Trust me, it takes more time, energy, knowledge, and money to care for them than to purchase them!) But then there's the marketing geniuses who want $10,0000 for their fantastic horse that they don't even take a photo of or mention any criteria like say, the horse's age, height, breed, etc. (Hey yo. It's craiglist. People are going to start mixing up zeros and adding decimals and calling you at 10 pm asking if your horse is good for a beginner rider or can fit in the back of their van.)
LOVES ME SOME CRAIGSLIST.
Once emails are answered, the hard and not so hard topics that involve actual brain activity, I'm moving on to painting for the AAUW show. If I still remember how to paint that is. In fact, I actually have quite a few painting projects that I'm pretty excited to get started on.