G V T part 2

Are you ready for part 2 for the Grand Virtual Tour of my studio? Who was it that wanted to see the bathroom door? Oh never mind, I suppose it doesn’t really matter…here it is.



No it ‘s not really stained glass, it’s one of those “cling” type things. I got it from Home Depot, I think...well really I just don’t remember. Hey give me a break I have sleept a few hundred times since then. Where was I… oh yeah the Grand Virtual Tour. So what if I said that already. Who’s counting? Well I guess you will have to just get over it. You see sometimes my dear internets I repeat myself. Who doesn’t? Now let’s see…Ok then we’ll get started. This is the main media portion. As you can see there is a TV, yes it is Heavy Duty (HD). Sorry I thought it was funny…you can stop the hissing now…no I’m cereal stop it. Cripes what a hard group.

I know it’s a weird place for a stack of rocks but I’m weighing down an altered book I’m working on. Oh you don't, just google it and you too can make one… of course you have enough talent. I mean even a monkey could... I mean look at me if I can you can. Next question please…someone…any one…Yes it’s one of those Amish heaters you have seen advertized on TV. It works very well in here. No I won’t turn it on are you crazy it’s over a hundred degrees outside. Geez don’t be such a crazy a$$! Besides the air conditioner is on. Yeah both Beloved and I like the art deco style, but as you can also see we are a bit eclectic. No they are not my weapons and no I don’t particularly like them but I did promise Beloved an area where he could hang out so ya know how that goes.


This is my primary working corner although I can roll the island anywhere. Yes it is made from 2 cabinets of drawers screwed together. They are screwed to a piece of plywood that has High Definition (HD) wheels and a plywood top that I stained and put a couple of coats of polyurethane on it.

And this is back to the beginning. We got the microwave and small fridge on clearance. Oh those, those are sort of like desk areas. If they didn't have so much crap stacked in the opening I could pull up a chair and sit while I blog or create magnificent works of fine arts. I Do Too…well maybe one day I will…if I want to.

And who knows maybe I’ll show you some more of that art stuff. That is a maybe Not a promise. Thanks for coming. Bye y’all…bye bye now.

When do I get to see your places? Come on now be fair...I showed you mine now you have to show me yours!

Just Because

Patty over at Morning Ramble (see link in side bar) posted about some experiments 7-20-09 and one from 2007 she had conducted. I dare you, now don't be scared, to read them BOTH all the way through.

Why do I mention this you may ask, or not…it sorta goes with my prior post about Love…Honesty.

And I found them interesting* especially about the people that knew her and how quickly opinions snapped.

*y'all know how eclectic I can be and how I really seem to like using the asterisk *

I love you ...Honesty?

Love a very controversial concept. It is a concept to be sure…you cannot touch, smell, taste or hear it. You can, however, see it in the eyes of lovers when they look at each other*. You can sense it from the way they always seem to be touching each other even though they are different sides of a room*.

I know love it is impossible to explain to anyone…Love is a thing, that if you have not had it you do not understand and may even believe it does not exist, that soul mate kind of love. This to me is one of the saddest things of being a human…to not believe in love. And if you don’t, believe in love, you will not recognize it not matter how hard it taps you on the heart. It’s like when we first learned what hot was – no one knew hot until after it was experienced.

To not find the one you are meant to love is tragic. Some folks will not find each other, that it is the downfall of humanity to be in the wrong place at the wrong time or maybe it can be only found when we are on our last spiritual journey.

Love is an equality based on honesty of self.

We as human are often duped into believing things…things that we want to be true, things that if we are truly honest with our self we see the doubt but still carry on in spite of it.

People must be honest about what they are wanting and who they are. If you are not honest within yourself how can you expect someone to love you the way you need. How can you love someone you can’t be honest with?

Take for instance online or off line singles places, places that will match you to the “perfect” person**. You get this questionnaire of sorts asking questions with multiple choice answers--they are a type of lie detector, designed to ask the same questions in a variety of ways, your answer should be the same type of answer. If not you must be lying to them or to yourself, that is why folks get “rejected”. If you are just looking for sex or someone that will financially support you will not discover love. And if you kid yourself into thinking they are all one in the same you will be sorely disappointed.

But I guess being truthful is uncouth and makes us feel bad about ourselves. Poor humans will we ever learn?????

*if you are open (your spirit), you believe or have experienced it.

**there is no such person, trust me on this my dear internets.

***and maybe I’m just a crazy a$$ jacking with ya … sorta makes you wonder

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News brief Linda a dear internet friend at Left Brain Write has graced me with a super Heartfelt Award


Thank you SOOOOO MUUUUUCCCCHHHH Drwasy I am very honored to receive and accept this award. {{blowing kisses}}

I know I never do this part right by not naming specific folks I want to pass these awesome awards to, but dagnabit I just can’t pick a few of y’all. It would be like picking a favorite child or something impossible like that ya know… so in all my Queeness of this here Paradise Valley I hereby bestow this Heartfelt Award to all y’all my dear internets. Ok, ok for specific names please see side bar.

G V T

Some of y’all have asked how my studio turned out on the inside. I so thought I had taken y’all on the Grand Virtual Tour… but I guess I was wro...mis…O well my bad. Step this way. Can everyone see? Don’t worry there is plenty of room. We will start just outside our home’s back door .



This is our most Awesome breezeway. No I don’t keep the laundry soap out here that is the birdseed and squirrel food. Yes, it is nice with the ceiling fans but truthfully it is just so hard to stay “breezy” when the temperature is over a hundred, ya know.


This is the door to my studio. I just love this shade of purple, it is so representative of moi, you know. My royalness and carefree zeal for, well for everything…ok just about everything. Come on then…



No, I’m sorry you won’t be meeting my Beloved today. I have sent him and baby girl off to the gittin store, I’m sure there is something they need to get. Shh now it wasn’t that funny…ok maybe it was. Are you ready to see inside?

Tada!

Hey who said that? Never mind I suppose I could have straightened up a bit but I thought what’s a little clutter between dear internets. Yes I love this sink too, it is 8 ½ inches deep very handy for making hand dipped paper. That makes it sound fancy doesn’t it. No I really can’t make any what with the way my hands have been behaving but I’m sure I’ll be back at it.



And this is the bathroom. Oh yes the shower head was put in a little high, ok a lot too high and that is why we installed the sorta ugly, to me, slider thingie. Thank you, yes I did the tile work on the vanity. The sink is very cool looking but it shows water spots that’s why I don’t wash my hands…in here.



I’m sorry my dear internets that’s all the tour we have time for today. After all, all these pictures make this look like a giant long crazy a$$ post don’t you think? Don’t worry next time I'll show you the rest of my studio. No really and soon too.

I promise.

Stop whining already.

Carpel de Tun'nail

Some of you dear internets, may remember back at the beginning of the year how I had set myself up for a challenge to write one poem every day of this year and now for a progress report ... as of today, July 7, I should have written 188 poems, however I am gradually falling behind (168.) You see, dear internets, my carpal tunnels flared up a while back. My left hand hurts pretty good, wakes me up in the night plus more that I will not get into. My right hand, I have already had surgery on once and it worked but now it’s a different nerve that is giving me trouble. It makes my ring finger and little finger go numb. And it feels like I just got whacked in my funny bone then it runs down from my elbow to my hand and stays that way for hours on end. LOL I don’t think so... It is so not funny!

Fortunately, or not, we have slowed way, way down at work. Good because I am having such a hard time typing and bad because I am afraid of being laid off. I’m sure I don't have to tell y'all how bad things are for the employed and the unemployed alike. As we all struggle to try and figure out how we are going to buy that new pair of sandals we saw in the Macy's window.

But anyways forgive me dear internets if I don't leave you long comments because it pains me to do so, I'm cereal. I am scheduled to get the usual nerve tests in a few days. I know I have damage already because of the results from the last nerve test. Of course because I have a special heart situation I will have to see a cardiologist to give me the clearance to have surgery. That hopefully I can have in September. I am hoping that I can last that long both physically and employment wise. My supervisor is scheduled to have neck surgery in August otherwise I would shoot for August.

Are we having fun yet? Of course we are this post has been written in its entirety verbally by moi on a nifty software called Dragon Naturally Speaking® version 10. Interesting enough it only took about 15 minutes to set this software up and can you believe that it even recognizes, most of the time, my horrible, but oh so delightful, Texas drawl a.k.a. pickled tongue syndrome.

Now formatting is a challenge, I am having a bit of a hard time catching on to some of the trigger words. For instance the quote marks, when you want to insert them you have to say open quote and at the end you have to say close quote; Which leads to the next funny thing, if you try to make it type the word open and you pause to long on the word "open" it makes my Word program open the file menu so I have to use this feature with some caution. Not to mention the complete weirdness of setting here talking to my computer just like it was one of you, my dear internets.

I think this software will help me with my painful writing or writing painfully. I may be a little behind on my poems and may not catch up at all but I will not quit. And there you have it...I feel like such a crazy a$$.

But how do I look?

Ugly - Bugly

Do y’all remember this ugly shed?




Of course you do. It was an out building that night mares were made of…teaming with snakes and rats a hole in the floor right at the doorway waiting to trip anyone, everyone that dared to enter. Did I mention the spiders oh the spiders on tiny thin threads dangling from the ceiling. Brushing your face and making you cringe and say words I will not repeat in this post. And at long last it is gone and a new one has been erected, not on the same spot but nearby. This has opened our back yard up and the new shed is smaller and thereby we will be less inclined to keep crap that we don’t truly need.


Oh it didn’t go up as easy as was expected, some of that may be due to us not being as agile as we once were and some was because they had stupid instructions. I mean really who would put together a floor then the roof trusses? Then the walls and the gables then put the trusses in. Wheew but now it is done.

I had to do a bit of beautification cause that is how I am. We put in a smallish flower bed, incorporating a walk way to get behind the building. Now that is a dark and scary place. Oh remember that stack of bricks that I moved a long time ago and found the copperhead nest, yeah well I moved them one more time. And yes there was a couple of snakes but this time they were regular dead grass snakes. Back to the bricks they now outlines the planting areas and were used for the pathway. I do not; let me repeat that DO NOT want to move those damn bricks ever again.


So whadda y’all think?