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Deer kiss. Or dear kiss.
They both work.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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Baby, it’s cold outside..
Things to do when it’s cold.
You can watch the sunrise.
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Then run amok and do handstands.
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You could play Charades!!
(Here Sampson is acting out a scene from the movie “Tremors”.
He’s a huge Kevin Bacon fan.
Mostly because his name is Bacon.)
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Or dance the Tarantella.
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Do a little miming.
(See he’s walking in the wind…)
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Or challenge a friend to a staring contest.
(But trust me, you’re going to lose this one.)
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Sing!
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Or meditate
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Or catch that red dot!
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Invite some friends over for dinner.
Share a drink.
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And watch the moon rise.
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The Eagles are back!
There was a mother eagle
Who was trying to get some rest.
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But oh no! Look behind her!
It’s a teenage raptor pest!
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So she cuffed the juvenile in the head!
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And left for parts unknown.
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The kid, he was proud to have his own roost.
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Until he realized that he was all alone..
Mom?
Mother??
Mommy?!?
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Ho, oh ho, oh no…
Ho! Ho! Ho!
It’s that time of year! It’s time for caroling!
It’s time to sing!
Hey! Hey! Where are you going cardinal?
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Nuthatch?
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Anyone? Blue Jay? I see you hiding behind that fence..
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Oh alright. No singing, I am going to strum my ukulele though.
Here’s some little snow scenes I’ve been painting while medicated heavily. Had a pretty serious illness, but I’m fine now. If you ever have vertigo, I thoroughly recommend painting. It’s incredibly hard but oddly entertaining at the same time. I felt like one of Leary’s hippies.
These are all acrylic, four inch squares.
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So I was throwing the acrylic around left, right and center, then I tried to focus.
On snowman..and their lives of snow.
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Hope everyone is having a good December!
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In Remembrance
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
by John McCrae, December 8th, 1915
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These photos were taken by my great grandfather.
WWI
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My grandfather and great uncle hamming it up.
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.Grandfather WWII, the little girl is my mother.
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My uncles and my mother.
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My deepest thanks to all.
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The Headless Dummy
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It was a dark and dismal All Hallow’s Eve
And the moon was hanging low
The wind’s icy touch reached through the trees
To a young soldier on the path below
He did not heed its warning
He spurred his stallion on
For he was to meet his sweet love
By the old stone mill pond
But she was a witch of evil intent
Who wanted General Washington’s plan
Traitors and she had conspired
To torture the soldier man
He saw her in the moonlight
Not noticing her vicious sneer
But as his horse drew closer
The moon’s rays made her evil clear
Alas it was oh too late
They had circled him fore and aft
The last sound that the soldier heard
Was the witch’s cackling laugh
And even though his body was ripped and torn
A bloodied welted mass
He would not give up the plan
To that scheming awful lass
And in her rage and fury
She wished the soldier dead
And with a shining silver knife
She severed off his head
She laughed as into the pond it went
She shrieked out a curse
“Your broken body will walk again
For your head, you will always search”
And with this awful epithet
They tossed him into a narrow hole
They spit and danced upon the upturned dirt
To hell, they condemned his soul
And on the next All Hallow’s Eve
When the moon was hanging low
The winds icy touch reached through the trees
To the shallow grave below
And in the light of the morning sun
At the old witch’s homestead
They found her jack-o-lantern missing
Replaced with her bloodless head
And still on an All Hallow’s Eve
When the moon is hanging low
A pumpkin grins atop a dummy
That lost its head long ago
And if you should ever cross this dark valley
And your soul fills with dread
Be wise my friends and do not dally
Or you, too, could lose your head
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Happy Halloween!
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In tribute to Mr. Washington Irving, 1783-1859
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Mudzilla!
(with my apologies to the Blue Oyster Cult)
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Deep from the depths of the backyard, a savage creature awaits, stalking, sniffing
…chasing tennis balls…
The day comes when he pounces…
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With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He’s a mole sniffing muck digging grimy hound
Eastern moles who think he’s a pain
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a clod and he throws it back down
As he digs through mole tunnels underground
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Oh no! They says he’s got to go
Go! Go! Mudzilla!
Oh no! There goes the mole’s burrow!
Go! Go! Mudzilla!
History shows again and again how Sammy harasses the moles’ clan.
Mudzilla!!
History shows oh man, how I have to wash the dog again and again!
Mudzilla!
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Meanwhile in between washing the dog and refilling large holes in the yard I painted these little landscapes for a trade. These are all acrylic and 2.5 by 3.5 inches (the size of a playing card).
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Disclaimer: No moles were harmed in the making of this and in fact they are currently digging up the back yard while giggling themselves silly over the foolishness of any one trying to outdig them..
Oops..
I’m just kidding, my husband saved this one from the lawn mower and put him back safely.
(He is sooooo soft!)
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Hi!
Hi….
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It’s been awhile…
But this is what I’ve done so far with my summer.
I was sidetracked for a bit by a large monster.
It said ” Rawrrrrrrr, Rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, RAWRRR!!!”
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Which is for monsterspeak for
“Help! I’m stuck!!”
And he struggled back and forth..
“Rawwwrrrrr, rawwwrrrrrr! RAWRRRR!!!”
Translation: “Hmmm. Maybe if I lean a bit and put one leg down and rock back and forth…”
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“Rawrr”
Translation: “Okay, I’m out, it’s all good”
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And then he sheepishly crawled away.
Even the hummingbird did a dance for him.
“I’m so HAPPY!!”
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While the grumpy hummingbird rolled his eyes..
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Then I saw a butterfly..
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And “Marine One” flew the President over my house.
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So I painted this in acrylic for a WetCanvas Paint Along.
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And I bought a new Bic pen so I did some quick doodling.
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Other then that, there’s not much going on. Though I did let Zeus and Sampson watch Sharknado and now they’re making their own film called “Dognado”. Zeus, as the art director of the film, thought the garden looked too fruitful so he promptly picked all the tomatoes.
Yes, I have no tomatoes.
Sigh.
I hope everyone is enjoying their summer!
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The Daring Jumping Spider
The Daring Jumping Spider
(A Sing-along)
He goes flying though the air,
With the greatest of ease,
The Daring Jumping Spider,
Without a trapeze.
He doesn’t spin a web,
He pounces on his prey,
But he keeps a safety rope,
In case he falls on the way.
See he isn’t very coordinated,
Often gets a face full of dirt,
And since he’s quite small,
That can really really hurt.
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And when he sees a female,
He jumps up and down,
Even when she ferociously sneers,
And stares with a frown.
He has bedazzled green fangs,
And big puppy dog eyes,
And if you ever see him,
Please try to realize,
There’s no reason to be afraid,
There’s no reason to fret,
Cause he eats all the mites,
He’s an adorable pet.
He goes flying though the air,
With the greatest of ease,
The Daring Jumping Spider,
Without a trapeeeeeze! (Big Finale hold that note!)
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Happy Bardday!
It is Shakespeare’s 449th birthday today! It is also my sister Yvonne’s birthday today. And while she’s not quite 449, she is getting close.
In their honor, I’ve decided to share some of my favorite Shakespearean stories with you.
Ahem.. voice check…me me me me…you you you you….
Okay, listen up now.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who fell asleep in a bucket
The tide carried him out
And tossed him all about
And when he awoke he said “Oh F…..
Oh dear, that’s not Shakespeare, that sounds more like Yvonne..
My apologies, this one is definitely Shakespeare.
There once was a lord named Macbeth
For the King, he envisioned a death
His lady wandered about
The damned spot did not get out
And Macduff made him take his last breath.
That Shakespeare was a talented guy, Yvonne’s not too bad either (and she makes awesome cookies).
So if you have any spare time today, honor Shakespeare, carry on a conversation with a skull, wander about wringing your hands, be super dramatic on a balcony, cast the the die or dice if you have two, you could even throw on some tights and ruffles if you’d prefer.
Or instead you could honor Yvonne and eat some cookies. I mean really, English lit is wonderful and all but cookies doth be much better! If music be the love of food and all that…
Since Dummy doesn’t have any cookies, he went the Shakespearean route. I can’t figure out if he’s King Lear, Richard, Henry V or what. He seems to have Caesar’s die which doesn’t bode well for a peaceful day. I had better go make him cookies before he pouts himself right off the stage. He is such a diva. He even stole my little harlequin doll’s pants so he couldn’t make an appearance. I think I’ll heckle him first..
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an’ you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Okay, now I feel better, I’m off to make cookies. have a good day all!
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