Sunday Show & Tell # 15
Beauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder. Lately, I’ve been taken with the hair that has become embedded in Elvis’ dog coat.
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Beauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder. Lately, I’ve been taken with the hair that has become embedded in Elvis’ dog coat.
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Actually I’m not waiting for God – I’ve heard that he’s one of those people who show up unannounced and unexpected.
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Lesson #4: SOMETHING FOR NOTHING
One of the con’s of straddling the poverty line is the pervasive feeling that you can’t ever afford to enjoy yourself. Not true. This week I’d like to promote “free” entertainment.
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Four weeks ago a made a list of goals I wanted to accomplish in my time off. With just over two weeks left before I am back at work, I figured it was time to check in.
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Hello. My name is Jody and I’m a Sex And The City-aholic.
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Today’s cold, windy, rainy weather punctuates the notion that summer has already left the building.
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How to have a swell birthday:
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Here’s something you’ll never have a chance to see again…
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When I was putting my contacts in this morning I noticed something bizarre; a third lens was in the RIGHT cup of the storage case.
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Lesson #3: BROWN BAGGIN’ IT
After last Friday’s post y’all ran out and stockpiled a bunch of dietary staples. Now you are ready to take the next step: Basic Training for Brown Baggin’.
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Waddaya get when you cross a case of the moody blues with a persistent case of the mean reds?
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My birthday is on Monday. I’d like to commemorate my 39th year with something extra special.
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The sight of Elvis chewing the face off a second-hand T-Bear – before and after my second-hand viewing of Sweeney Todd – earned him a new moniker…
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On Sunday I wrote about the great deal I found on Tria Markers. I thought they were being cleared out because they were the old two-nib style. Not so.
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This week I’d like to show you how well I gloat and tell you why…
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By all rights I should be waiting until tomorrow and posting this as a “Show & Tell”, but it will probably heal by then and nobody will believe me that I ever worked this hard…
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Lesson #2: STOCKPILING
Gathering in times of plenty to make it through lean times is nothing new; the concept of stockpiling has been around since before Mason jars.
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I could handle hiking up 200 steps through the forest every day to see this…
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A day of painting with oil-based product led to some punchy mid-afternoon conversation up at Fairmont.
WARNING: the remainder of this post contains juvenile content.
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Suffering from occupational hazard.
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Well, food and booze, anyway.
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I have an extra special treat for you, loyal visitors: a peek into my studio. WARNING – extensive indiscriminate clutter. Parental discretion advised.
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While updating a dear art school peer on my Where, What, How, When, & Why it suddenly struck me how amazing it was that I own my live-in studio.
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These days I feel like I’m auditioning for the part of the dog in Aesop’s The Dog and the Bone.
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Crap. OK, here’s your half-price plastic bag of stale excuses for why I missed getting yesterday’s Daily Muse post up…
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And to that I say: “bow-wow-wow”. Not saying I have gone to the dogs, but I am definitely living it up like one. No municipal job imposing schedules. No public transit commute. Ignoring the 6:30am alarm. Leisurely mid-morning strolls with Elvis – cup o’ joe in hand. Playing in my studio when it suits me.
Does it get any better than this? Why, yes – I think it could.
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A wee bit reluctant to go in the studio today, it being a civic holiday and all. Somehow I ended up in there, poking about – prepping a couple new pieces for the Campbell River show. Suddenly I was studio-jacked.
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One of the benefits of being a chronic pack-rat is that along with the frequent outbursts of “Why the hell am I keeping this?!” occasionally you are moved to say, “Wow! I forgot I had this!”
The SPCA made an error on the adoption papers when they listed Elvis as a pitbull cross. Eight years I’ve lived with my dog – I never would have guessed he was a dope-head.
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