Friday, October 20, 2006

God Bless Mothers Who Drugged Us

God bless mothers who drugged us!

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'' I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials, no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
~author unknown~

I was sent this in a email from my Auntie Dixie Doo and I thought it good enough to share with all of you. Enjoy!
Have a safe weekend everyone.

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N Posted by Rain at 10/20/2006 07:24:00 AM

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Being Grateful

Today I am grateful for;

We finally had some rainfall in our county. Wahoo!
The smell of rain.
Taking a walk in the morning or during a rain shower.
Hugging someone you really love in the pouring rain.
Long, slow deep kisses in the rain.
Taking off your clothes before we hit the front door.
Your smell, your touch and that sweet, sweet taste...unforgettable.
Waking up in the morning to find a love note on my brief case.
Seeing the sun break through a patch of clouds after two days of rain and realizing that today will be a good day!

What are you grateful for today? Comments are always appreciated.


N Posted by Rain at 10/19/2006 12:58:00 AM

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

American Artisits

Angel in Alaska: by the grace of God go I

Oil on canvas 2005

"My current works combine depictions of the endless variations found in Alaska's landscapes, with classical figurative forms. Through the use of both tonal values and bright colors, I capture the beautiful and ethereal varieties of light, emphasized with an overall effect of heavy atmosphere, expressed effectively through figure-ground relationships and rich masses of color.
I often reflect upon the famous impressionist landscape painter Charles Hawthorne who said, "Everything under the sun is beautiful...the vision of the artist is the vision to see and the ability to tell the world something that it unconsciously thinks about." For me, the creation of art lifts my spirit and allows me to share my inner world and visions with humanity."~ Deborah Hayes

Dan DeRoux
The Birth of Venus
Acrylic on canvas

"The Birth of Venus is an amalgam of Botticelli and Maxfield Parrish on the surface. Underneath, life arises from the ocean, from a primordial ooze or the foam of waves, crawling on its belly or full grown and pristine on a shell. The array of accoutrements is part of the birthing process of the painting itself as well as of the Venus: meaningful and whimsical at the same time, is manifest by their own special qualities and part of the painting process. "~ Dan DeRoux

Lisa Gray an interview
Exquisite Mayhem
Pigment print

Lisa Gray
Theatre of the Absurd
Inkjet print "20x16"

"Nature, especially the body, seems to be my deepest source of inspiration. I merge so much with the figure, that I lose my own identity; there is no sense of dislocation. "

"The figure has its own compulsions, its own constructions, its own contradictions. As soon as it enters the realm of art, the realm of art has its own logic, its own expansions and its own constraints. I cannot escape my anatomy, a destructive force in my being. I feel it every moment. My anatomy has been violent to me, but in art, violence has a beauty. Death has a beauty. Death contains a haunting element. Creating art is a spur in my body, tempting me to evolve in the time I have left."~ Lisa Gray

Eloise Larson
Oil on linen

"Can an artist truly express the present moment in the continuum of existence? Surely this is all that is possible. Each brushstroke is the product of all preceding it, as is each moment. Moments connect to form lives. Lives connect to form worlds. This process telescopes back and forth, surfacing in the present as minute but clear glimpses. Sitting serenely and letting the mind reflect this Truth allows us to see its Pure Form. Having seen, we then look again and again and again... "Always going on, always becoming Buddha..." ~ Eloise Larson

Want to know more? go here, here or here

Have a wonderful day everyone! Comments are always appreciated.

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N Posted by Rain at 10/17/2006 06:57:00 AM

Monday, October 16, 2006

Monday's Glamour

Lauren Bacall (Slim/Marie Browning): "Who was the girl?"
Humphrey Bogart (Harry Morgan/Steve): "What girl?"
Lauren Bacall Slim: "The one who gave you such a high opinion of women."
Lauren Bacall Slim: "You know Steve, you're not so hard to figure. I know what you're going to say some of the time. Most of the time. The rest of the time ... the rest of the time you're just a stinker. "
Lauren Bacall Slim: (after kissing Steve) "It's even better when you help."
Lauren Bacall Slim: "You don't have to act with me, Steve. You don't have to say anything and you don't have to do anything. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and... blow. "

This is the movie where a 19 year old Lauren Bacall attracts the 44 year old Humphrey Bogart. Thus began one of the great Hollywood love stories of all time. In 1945 Lauren Bacall became Bogart's 4th wife. Bogart's coffin contains a small, gold whistle, put there by Bacall. Lauren Bacall has two children, Leslie and Stephen by Bogart. Leslie's name was chosen by Bogie to honor Leslie Howard, who got him his first break in Petrified Forest. Actor Sam Robarts is her son from her marriage to Jason Robarts, whom she married after Bogart's death.
Anyone know the name of this movie? I hope everyone has a good week, that is all for now.

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N Posted by Rain at 10/16/2006 06:05:00 AM