birthday bucket trip to Paisley park

One of the things on my bucket list was to visit Paisley park in Chanhassen, MN. It's the studio/home of the late great musical genius Prince. I ordered the VIP tixs were you get an extended tour of his facilities and a flash drive of the only photograph allowed to be taken in the studio (see above taken by the tour guide).
Chanhassen, MN is about a 20 minute drive from Minneapolis. It reminded me of Windham, NH. A rural area with small patches of new developments. On the outside, Paisley park looked like a big white warehouse something like a car dealership. On the inside was something different. It remains as a working studio.
You walk in the foyer and you see the very "Prince" like artwork of doves, clouds and his symbol with funky purple furniture. You can see his two doves in a large cage (Divinity and Majestic) on the second floor. I wanted to go upstairs to see them up close but guests were only permitted on the first floor. (The elevator were he passed was closed off and covered with a faux doorway) Above it held his ashes in a mini "Paisley park" glass case. I felt kind of sick and sad seeing that. Whereas the rest of facility had so much electric energy.
There were rooms with a lot of his persona presented during the many phases of his musical history. Oh the clothes and shoes...and his famous Purple rain motorcycle. It looked so big in the movie "purple rain" but it was a 440CC Honda ( a rebel). There were displays of his pianos and many guitars (the flying cloud) and of course, awards. There were at least two dance clubs for after hour parties. Oh I would've loved to go to one of those. Music was playing constantly and I couldn't decide which was my favorite song because I had lots of favorites. My legs were itchy from the music and couldn't help myself but to dance around in just about every room.
And of course, I had to eventually use the bathroom.
It was one of the cleanest bathrooms I've ever been in and it smelled nice too. One odd thing was there were no windows in the facility except for a giant glass skylight pyramid in the foyer.
I didn't want to leave. The artistic energy was everywhere.
When I got home I was so inspired I did my living room over in purple and funky furniture. And I am working on some new art work too. I made my husband sit through "under a cherry moon" because the music is so awesome. (He liked it )
I had found out earlier that Sheila E, his most talented percussionist, was in concert at the Big E right here in Springfield, MA!. And would you believe it was on my birthday.
I had to go.
I managed to horn my way up to the very front of the stage. She looked fantastic and whoa, what a talent.(see photo above) She has a new CD out called "Iconic". I like her version of "Jesus children" better than Stevie Wonder's version. I held up a sign that said "we all want a love bizarre" and she took my sign when she sang/played "love bizarre'.(!) She then came off the stage and walked right over to my husband and played a guitar solo right in front of him! She was so close to him that she almost bopped him off the head with her guitar! I thought to myself, "Oh my God are you f*&%ing kidding me!?!" I have it recorded, if you don't believe me. I gotta say, that was one if not the BEST concerts I've ever been to. What a freakin' blast! I was completely drenched with sweat from dancing (and it was about 80F)
Wow...
Did I have a totally pissa birthday month or what!

July 16 2017 dive #1011 & Oct 1 2017 dive # 1012

Ok I know this looks strange writing about a dive in July and then a jump to October. I haven't had too much access to the computer to sit down and type for one thing and I haven't been diving as much As I would've liked due to travels, illness and funky weekend weather (winds ripping out from the north. There were sunny days but tough for boats getting out of the slip).
Sooooooo here is the summary:
July 16 2017 dive # 1011
On aboard Easy Diver were Captain Fred, first mate Chris, Pete Jackie, Andy and Cate. Winds were from the SE. A pleasant day at Folly Cove. Water was chilly at 47F at 30 ft. Viz murky at best at 10-15 feet. A lot of debris due to massive amounts of fish poop! Huge schools of fish entered the cove leaving copious amounts of brown pellets. It was interesting but gross. Alot of boats were anchored at Folly. I counted 17. Still a wonderful day hanging out with friends and talking about the schooling fish (and poop)
Oct 1 2017 dive# 1012
A light wind from north but a sunny bright cool day. Fred, Chris, Cate, Jackie and Sofia (Cate's grand -daughter) were present on Easy Diver. I brought my wet-suit but wasn't sure I would be going in. And then Chris, Cate and Jackie went in and I got jealous so I HAD to go in for a plunge!. You just never know if something cool would be swimming by. The week or so prior Jackie and Andy spotted a torpedo ray. We anchored in Folly Cove. Water was 62f on the surface. I am sure below 10 feet the temp readings would be different. Over by the rocks it felt warmer and the viz was better. I'm still trying to milk out the "summer" as if licking the last crumbs out of the bottom of the cookie bag. It was a nice day and it's so nice to hang out with cool friends.
And yes, we ARE cool!

July 2 2017 dive # 1009 & July 9 2017 dive#1010

July 2 2017 dive # 1009
First dive of the season
I was invited aboard Easy Diver. Needless to say I was thrilled. It's always great to see my pals-especially out in the beautiful summer weather and doing something fun.
It was a sunny hot day with the wind out of the SW.
Aboard were :Fred, Pete, Chris, Amy, Andy and I.
We anchored at Folly Cove. It the  Perfect place for the first dive of the season.
Chris, Andy and I got in the water but the water was reeeeeeeally cold. The viz was spectacular at 35 feet. There was huge schools of (what I think) menhaden fish. Left in their wake were millions of little brown pellets. Fish poop! The water temp was 45F at 10 feet in the shallows. It definitely woke you up! We just did one dive and then feasted on an array of snacks shared by all. Not a bad day, eh?

July 9 2017 dive# 1010
Picture perfect day. It was one of those days I just felt grateful.
Grateful to be with my friends, grateful to be invited aboard Easy Diver, grateful for feeling clear headed(no migraine) and grateful to still be able dive and manage myself.
We had a full boat today. Fred, Pete, Chris, Andy, Alan H, Cate, Amy and Alex.
 We anchored off of Grave's island. There was a lot of boat traffic and limited places to anchor out of other boats wakes. Tried to anchor at SS New Hampshire but another boat was anchored there.Wind blowing out of the SW. Cate brought me my tank hydroed, tumbled, visually  inspected and rethreaded the valve so it wouldn't leak air. Brilliant girl.
Water temp on the surface wasn't bad (I didn't check it) but at 32feet the temp was 43F. There was a lot of floating stringy protein debris (what we call "whale snot") At the 32 feet the viz was much more clearer and no whale snot but it was intolerably cold. I saw a few Pollack fish, one lobster, a skate and large crabs.
Afterwards,we anchored at a different spot with less boat wash to enjoy our lunch.
Seriously, it was a perfect day. The whole world would be jealous of us! ha!

summer reads

Ah! It is that time of year for summer reads.
I just finished reading "My most beautiful" by Mayte Garcia. Mayte was the former wife of my musical idol "Prince". She wrote of her life and their life together. Reading it was like being on a roller coaster. Talk about extreme highs and lows in both their creative lives together (and as well as when they separated) If you're a Prince fan (and Mayte fan as well) this is book is a must read!
My next book that I plan to read is "Unlikely Companions-the adventures of an exotic animal doctor" by Dr Laurie Hess. I tend to gravitate towards these kinds of books about veterinarians. I also read, "Pets on the Couch" by Nicholas Dodman DVM. This book was given to me by my cousin as a gift.
With that being said, two of my favorite people have books being sold on www.amazon.com.
"The Wreck of the Chelsea" by Fred Calhoun. A fun read especially if you are a scuba diver and from the Boston area.
And, "Letters from Apizaco" by my cousin Kim Kudym . It is a collection of letters and diary entries from my (then) 17 year old foreign exchange student cousin living in Mexico . This journal, through the mind of a 17 year old, was hilarious and blatantly honest. She also included photos and "drawings" which added to the story. I do believe her time spent in Mexico was a defining moment in her life. She later became a bilingual teacher for many years.
Have fun reading!

aftermath

I feel like one of those rumba vacuum cleaners that just bang around into the walls aimlessly. Not really knowing what to do at this point.

My mother had no funeral nor wake nor service.  I can't explain how I feel but it feels empty. This seems to be the "new" thing that is done these days. No funeral nor wake. Maybe because of the massive expense or maybe because people can't cope this drawn out ritual .The same thing happened to my friend Marilee. I still find it "wanting".

Regardless, I understand and respect my mum's decision.

 I spent yesterday digging up old photos and put them in a collage along with a police troll doll, his license plate from his beloved truck and a small wooden house jewelry box he made. I displayed them in my living room. Some of the photos made me laugh because most of the photos I have of him is of being a wise ass smiling. One of my favorite pics is one when he looks about 30 years old with flour all over his face, another with him standing in front of his ford fairlane, and one standing next to me with me in my dive gear after diving in the GOT.

Life hadn't been easy for the past 20 or more years as he slipped down a path of mental decline. Horrendous monumental temper tantrums, pathological kleptomania, alcohol abuse and treacherous irrational behavior. I go through stages of both anger and sadness.

I try to focus on the funny and good stuff.

If there is a heaven I hope he driving around in a big ass truck with "Tony" (his dog)along Hampton beach listening to some sports event along with his mum.

June 22 1938-May 10 2017

On May 10th, my Father passed away.
He had been sick for a very long time. That day I visited him at Rockingham county nursing home like I usually do on Wednesdays. "George" the therapy dog comes to visit him on Wednesdays and he was there that day. If he is having  a "bad' day -which means he was belligerent and agitated- George's presence would calm him down. George has provided a great deal of comfort for him. He suffered from dementia, Parkinson disease and diabetes.
Diabetes is what really caused him a great deal of suffering. He had  small cut on his foot that never healed and eventually turned gangrenous and spread. It was absolutely horrendous.
* If any of you readers are diabetic or have friends/family with diabetes let me tell you this is not a illness you can ignore. It is a diabolical disease. Don't think for one second that piece of cake won't hurt you or that you can just adjust your insulin or skip meals. That little cut on his toe made his feet rot because of the diabetes.
When I saw him that day I kind of knew that this may be the last day I see him. He looked so sad. I had to hand feed him water. He was so drugged up on pain medicine because of his feet. George sat on his bed and he held George. When George left and he closed his eyes. I told him I'll see him later, maybe on Friday.
I couldn't sleep that night and strangely, one of my stuffed animal mechanical toy(kakapo parrot) was making this nonstop malfunctioning "eeeeeeeeeew eeeew". I couldn't shut it off.
At 11:58pm Wednesday I got "the call' from the nursing home.
He died on his Mother's birthday.
He is no longer suffering and is at peace now.
I have no words right now.
I'm just sad.

Patches poop

Last weekend I found blood on the floor. I thought one of the birds must have broke a blood feather perhaps flying into something. I checked all the usual suspects and couldn't find the source. Meanwhile Charlie and Patches (gay bird couple) had been vigorously "feeding" each other. I didn't think too much about it.
The next day, I found more blood in the same area near Patches cage. I noticed Patches hadn't been touching his food. The blood had to be coming from Patches. He didn't break a feather so it had to be coming from his mouth or bum. Needless to say I took him to the vet.
He wasn't eating or pooping. Anything he tried to eat he threw up. He was dehydrated and weak. Something was wrong. He spent the day at vet in ICU. The blood tests showed 'something" but was inconclusive. He did have a bacterial infection but something else was going on. He was prescribed baytril for the infection and metacam for inflammation. I was hoping the next day I would see some improvement but he kept throwing up and not eating.
The next day we got a "jackpot" of snow localized to our region. Everywhere else got a few little inches but we got at least 7 inches of heavy wet shit snow.
I panic every time it snows. I have this fear of being buried alive in it.
I hate the shit. I hate the winter.I don't think it's "pretty". I hate stupid fucking snowmen motif. I got up at 5:00am shoveled, snow-blowed, and pick axed the snow and ice for two fucking solid hours. And thank God I did and cleared the driveway because when I got the birds up for their morning routine Patches was not doing well at all.
I called the vet and thankfully because of the snow they had cancellations and told me to come right down. So I bundled Patches up and drove through the snow to the vet's office 20 miles away. They did more tests checking for possible lead poisoning and an x-ray. They tube fed him and put him on oxygen. The tube feeding forced him to poop and they found he had avian gastric yeast. It's a nasty fungus and difficult to detect.
The medicine to treat it is specialized so I had to go to the only compounding pharmacy in the area over in Beverly another 20 miles away. I was still cursing the friggin' snow even though it had stopped....briefly. I got Patches his meds: Amphotericin. This is the same pharmacy I got my pigeon's specialized meds as well .He has to take this medicine for a month (along with the baytril for two weeks) and I have to pick up his second dose of amphotericin in two weeks because since it is a compounded med which becomes unstable after two weeks.
Ah! The things I do for my birds!
Well after his initial dose, he started to pick at his food. No vomiting. The next day, he ate more, pooped and called out  to Charlie. I feel confident that he is on the road to recovery.
I am worried about Charlie since Patches had been "feeding" him. (It is form of affection when they barf up food into your mouth ) Charlie will go to the vet next week for check up to make sure he doesn't have the same illness. I will have to keep them in separate cages as well.
I just feel relieved (and grateful)that the vet found Patches' source of illness.

gym rat

I've worked out for years in my basement gym I've affectionately called "cell block 9". As of lately I just couldn't achieve the muscle mass with the equipment I had. If anything, I was re-injuring old injuries.
One of the Zumba teachers at the senior center suggested (and gave me a 10 day pass) that I should go for a more advance Zumba class and that her gym offered kick boxing as well.
I figured I'd just try out the 10 day pass for fun. At first I was a bit overwhelmed by the size of the gym and it's facilities. I had been a active member of a similar gym in Sudbury but it wasn't as big or as diverse .Regardless, at the time, I was bit of a gym rat. Well after using the pass for 10 days I decided to join.
There are two weight rooms : one massive one with every kind of machines, weights, etc..that the serious muscle guys (and girls) work out in. And there is a smaller one for "ladies only" that I like. All the machines in the "ladies only"are pretty much adjusted for smaller ladies. This gym has a pool, basket ball court, racket ball, boxing area, a million and one tread-mills and bikes, and an indoor track. I prefer indoor tracks over treadmills. I hate tread-mills because they make me nausea.
I've been trying out pretty much all the classes they have to offer. So far, I like the kick boxing Zumba and pilates classes the best. I tried the step classes and core building classes and they are torture. The spin classes I think are just stupid and gross (but they are soooo popular). Spin classes consist of riding really fast on a stationary bike squished together in a small room. I don't get the attraction.
All of the classes incorporate push ups, crunches and squats in the mix. I noticed in less than one month I no longer have any "loose change" on the back of my thighs. I'm getting back the hardness in my arms as well. There are some serious fit people at this gym. And as I trot around the indoor gym I check out all the "Vin Diesel" types lifting weights.
I have an appointment with a personal trainer in a month (she is booked up far in advance) but so far I am achieving what I set out to do.
Yeah, I'm a gym rat.
It really makes the winter months pass by.

happy 2017

Happy (belated) New Year!
I haven't had time to sit down and write so now I am doing it.
2016 has surely had it's ups and downs.
The "downs" of 2016 were:
1) My health conscious cousin getting diagnosed and undergoing chemo therapy for stage 4 ovarian cancer
2) Dive buddy Fred diagnosed and treated with chemo at his ripe ol' age of 81 for leukemia
3) The sudden passing of my dear pal Marilee
4) The sudden passing of my super fav 80's icon Prince
There were other not so happy moments as well. Some of them I probably blocked out of my head.

On a more positive note for 2016: I went to Bonaire twice, tried paddle boarding, kayaking, joined a church reading group, worked out doing Zumba classes and completed three paintings.

My 2017 "New" years resolutions I hope to complete are as follows:
1) try kick boxing class
2) eat a better diet (less chocolate cake /eat more protein instead)
3) drive a corvette
4) visit Paisley park (Prince's house in Chahassen, MN)
5) dive more

I hope with the new US president everything will be ok. I hope for peace, unity and prosperity.
My cousin had endured her chemo treatments and as of today, she is fit and clear.
My sister worked and lived in Thailand, but it wasn't what she had hoped. She was isolated from friends and family and kept getting attacked by native monkeys. She is now without a job and a house. The good part is she applied for jobs in the US. That would be a big help for her to live with my mum. Life changes so you make the best of things.
As far as my New year's resolutions I've already completed two on the list.
I joined a local health club for more advanced Zumba classes but more importantly that they have kick boxing classes! I am now an official gym rat. I am having a blast at the classes!
With that, I've tweaked my diet. I try to stay away from sweets and focus in on stuff I'm suppose to be eating rather than stuff I shouldn't eat.
Since I've been working out constantly in the gym it makes the winter more bearable.
In the spring time, I plan on going out to visit Paisley park.
Stay positive, stay safe, stay healthy.

fairy dust

I received some very sad news from my friend John on Monday. I am still having trouble wrapping my head around it.
John's former spouse, Marilee, passed away suddenly last Saturday.
She had stomach issues and was told by her doctor it was IBS. Apparently she was in pain for a while and it got so bad she went to the emergency room. As the doctors were trying to manage her pain and figure out what was going on her organs started to shut down. She had a massive fast growing tumor and it took over her tiny body.
Even though John and Marilee divorced in the 1990's. I remained good friends with the both of them. They were both super special friends that I had known since 1973 when we all took karate together. In my teens, I would make an appearance with a gang of friends from Somerville on Halloween  showing up at their door all dressed in some crazy costumes. They both happily put up with my shenanigans.
She moved to the Cape in the late 1990's and we still stayed in contact. She was funny,spiritual and creative. She loved flowers, the ocean, fairies, her kitties and a good bad joke. She would always send me news articles about seals and other marine life down her way.
One time I went to visit her and we went antique shopping. We found a shake 'em doll of a fortune telling hillbilly granny sitting in an out-house. When you picked it up and shook it, it told you your fortune by it's glass fanny. She bought it for me so I could send it to my sister. I thought it was hilarious!
The last I heard from her was on my birthday in September. She sent me a nice a card and a home-made book-mark of troll dolls. I sent her Christmas card like I usually do every year but I didn't hear from her which I thought was odd because she always responded right away. Sadly, I now know why. It makes me so sad that she had been suffering.
I'm going to miss you dear friend.

trolling along 2

"Tis the season for "special" holiday decorations make an appearance. Yes, we have troll X-Mas stockings.

I had this "classic" Christmas nativity set but I thought it was kind of boring so I revamped it.

Yes, I made a special troll nativity scene instead. Notice the costumes including the custom beards.

 Ah ah! I found a better photo of the troll tree (my husband took this photo!) (Just in case you were wondering I am the one dressed in blue) Although I could easily be mistaken for a troll...

trolling along

Last weekend we went to see the festival of (holiday)trees at Seaglass in Salisbury.
It is quite an event. Hundreds of different holiday trees with various themes filled the upstairs ballroom.. Local businesses and individuals make, decorate and donate the trees  for people to bid on. The money raised goes to our local hospital. I bought a pile of raffle tixs to bid on two of the trees.
This year, there were two trees that really caught my eye.
One was a purple Prince tree. The tree was covered with purple ornaments, purple crowns and Prince's signature glyph. Another one, was a troll tree (I wished I had taken a better photo of it so you could see it in it's glory) It was completely covered with troll dolls. I gasped at the sight of it. Needless to say, I bought a pack of 25 raffle tixs and stuffed both boxes.
Speaking of trolls, I designed and created a new pair of boots. I had a dull black and grey pair of boots that lingered in the back of my closet. I figured I'd bring new life to them by coloring them lime green, redoing the heels in gold, adding pink fur, adding some bling and painting trolls on them.
How cool are these?!? (see above)
 I can't wait to wear them to my brother's house this Christmas!

cupcakes and rainbows

Yes, I saw the troll movie and it was cute, silly and fun.

halloween party 3 mourning tea

Sunday morning, we had reservations for the Halloween mourning tea. Mind you I booked this event 6 months ago because the year before I tried making reservations two months in advance and it was sold out!
It was at the famous Hawthorne hotel. Everyone was dressed in Victorian mourning clothes. High tea was served (coffee, tea, scones, pastries, sandwiches, cakes and other yummies) We started off crafting memorials for our departed. I brought a photo of my Aunt for the memorial and put funny stickers with drawings on it in her honor. For those who wanted to we then stood up and talked about our departed. It was a bit emotional, sad but in a cathartic kind of way. I stood up and talked about my Aunt. I know she would've loved being the center of attention. This was just one way to keep her spirit alive. I asked her to send healing energy to my cousin(her daughter). I told her that "we are having way too much fun. I need her to stay around".
You just never know ;-)
.Maybe some people would think it was "depressing" or "creepy" but being the saint that I am and having the custodial privilege of  keeping souls alive I felt honored to be a part of this gathering.
At the end, we had a lesson on tea reading. I had an "M" in my cup (my Aunt's name is Marie) and two ladies dancing (I'm guessing that is her and her best friend Kay dancing) plus little sparrows (meaning bits of happiness in life's journey)
I loved the fact that my husband joined me as well. Many guys would make snide remarks or be discouraging but he was very supportive. :-)
All in all, this entire Halloween weekend was insanely fantastic.
I just love this holiday!

Halloween part 2 Salem

We met up with Alex and Robo in Salem via train.
 I warned them "be prepared to be embarrassed!" Ha!
I was planning on just having a blast..and I did!
My husband dressed as the pop singer "Sia" and I, as the late great "Prince". We brought a disco ball speaker along with our music. And yes, I danced. A lot.
Alex and Robo went as "American gothic". It was freakin' hilarious. People would yell, "hey Prince" and I would respond with his famous "AAAOWWW!" with a pose or high kick. The little kids had no clue of who I was but knew who "Sia' was. Sia is really popular with young girls. Some millennials  said that my Prince music was,"'soooo ooh retro music.."
WHAT!?!?!?!
Robo and Alex were hilarious and didn't seem to mind my antics. As we were walking up the main plaza were people congregated a "tree' started to talk to me."Hey Prince..I like purple rain.."
I shit you not.
And of course, I performed my dance and called him "Groot" after the tree creature from the movie "Guardians of the Galaxy". I really didn't want the night to end but we had to catch our train.
I had a freakin' blast!

Halloween 2016 part 1

I gotta say, this year was the best Halloween ever! I have to break it up in three parts because the entire weekend we did different things and wore different costumes!
Friday night, we went to Hammond castle's spooky tour with "my friend John" and his lovely wife Kathleen. My husband, Kathleen and I dressed up for the occasion. And of course, "joined in" as a part of the Halloween merry making tour.We were singing the theme for "ghost busters" on the bus.ha! We wore our day of the dead costumes to this event.
 I've never been inside the Hammond castle so this was a first for me. As a part of the tour, you have to park at stage fort park and a bus picks you up.
It was ungodly windy that night. I mean gale force winds. The wind blew my hat off and it whipped down the street. I tried to catch it but is was so fast and furious .I swore a ghost carried it off. It eventually blew off into the sea.
We enter the castle and a "spirit guide" greeted us and lead us through the castle. There were assorted "ghost' prisoners in there and scary freaks that jumped out at you. A black and white scary clown scared the shit out of me!
This was certainly a fun "warm up" to the weekend's festive events!

St.Francis-blessing of pets

Last weekend at the town church ,the  East Parish Methodist church, had an outdoor blessing of animals service. As we all know I am a St. Francis fan so I had to attend the service-with my pigeon!
Pastor Vin gave the service and went around blessing all the pets in attendance.
One lady brought her horse! It was kind of cool to see a horse at the service.A few people brought their dogs. One couple brought their boogery nose pugs.  One of the dogs sneezed and snots flew everywhere. It was gross but I couldn't help but laugh. My pigeon has been known to do that as well. Some people brought photos of their pets instead of bringing them. The people at the service were very nice and welcoming. Matter-of-fact I received these photos from one of the church volunteers.
Both myself and Craow Dum felt very welcomed. Pigeon and all!

rubbish to runway 2016

On Oct 8th I not only designed my outfit  I also modeled it at the blue Ocean ball room stage in Salisbury. I've got to say, I worked with some seriously talented ladies.
There were a total of  about 30 outfits modeled. Six were picked to be displayed in a local art gallery. Mine wasn't picked but I didn't feel bad about it because most of the dresses were jaw dropping amazing. They deserved to be displayed. I just felt honored to be selected to be a part of this show.
And what a show.
My dress and jacket were made of shedded feathers from all of my birds. This was two years worth of molted feathers from cockatiels, pigeons, doves, princess of wales and a caique. I found a 80's style cocktail dress and totally reconstructed it. The boots I paid $1.00 in Goodwill and completely redid the boots over by painting them, cushioned the inside and reheeled them. The criteria to be in the show was that all the outfits had to be made from discarded/recycled/trash materials.
The proceeds of the show went to "a long way home"-a organization that builds schools in underdeveloped countries out of recycled materials.
My runway song was "when doves cry' by Prince. My dress was mostly made of dove feathers and as you can see my boots are purple with the Prince glyph so the song was a perfect fit.It was pretty exciting to walk out on the runway stage with the purple lights and Prince music. Nerve wracking but exciting.People were cheering. One girl came up to me later and said "Prince would've been proud". That comment really made my day.
It was great fun. Maybe again next year?

Hydroxed

definition -HYDROXED: when you ask for oreos and you get faux oreos such as hydrox or cream-os instead.

I remember my mother tried to pawn that one off on me. She would screech: "it's the saaaame thing!". Ah no, hydrox taste like shit and the store brand knock offs taste even shittier.

That is how I feel about the new troll movie coming out.
Dreamworks got the licensing rights to make the troll movie and about two years ago had some promotional items that featured the troll dolls that I am accustom to (above" the Don trump troll photo)
I had the movie marked on my calendar set for the November 6th release and found out that the whole troll business had been revamped. They look more like colorful smurfs. (see first photo)
I have no idea what happened to why the change in characters.
I felt like I've been hydroxed...
siiiigh....

accidental saints

When I found out my cousin was diagnosed with cancer I painted this icon for her.
"Saint Kim, patron saint of dogs".
Yup, that's her with her two dogs.
I was so happy she liked it.
Painting is what I do to help me focus and deal with things. I am grateful to my Russian icon teacher, Marina, because I feel like I found my spot in the art world.
I will shift the subject slightly now on to a topic that is somewhat connected.
Last week I saw an ad in the local paper about a book discussion group at a local church.
The book in discussion was titled "Accidental Saints-finding God in all the wrong people".
I'm not much for book clubs or really any type of social gathering but this peaked my interest.
Author Nadia Bolz-Weber describes herself as a Pastrix (her version of a female pastor)and 'invites readers with what she calls "a religious but not-so-spiritual life' ".'Tattooed, angry, and profane, this former stand up comic turned pastor stubbornly, sometimes hilariously, resists the God she feels called to serve'.
Hmmm..I found this introduction quite intriguing so I bought the book and went to the discussion.
I found it quite funny (of course I would) sitting with a pastor and group of little old ladies reading out loud passages from this book in a church that had sentences such as this :"I was confronted by my own bullshit"...and "oh fuck".
Funny, yet, as I am reading I am finding so many things that I can relate to.
I told the pastor that I paint icons> Some traditional and some, not so traditional. With that being said, one of the member of the parish took me around in the church to show me icons that were painted by one of their parishioners that they have on display.
They were so beautiful and perfect.
It was so exciting to see them-especially knowing that they were done by a local artist.
The next discussion  group meeting is tomorrow. I am a pretty slow reader but I read half the book already. There is the potential of each and everyone of us becoming a saint, flaws, farts and all.
Who would've thought that somebody else thinks on this wave length.
hmmm...