Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Carol's Robot



Hell yeah Carol.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

OUR BLOG IS BORING.

Come on people.....what is going on?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Mercado B-day

If I am correct...it is Paul's Birthday.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

so it happened

ok so i didn't even do what i said i was going to do - although i did sweat a little
we came home and the kids needed to get OUT of the house - so i shooed them into the back yard where my eye befell upon the crumpled corner flower bed - still damaged from the trampling of our most recent hurricane back in september - so - still in skirt and silky work shirt, i proceeded to pull and  yank out the weeds and the grass tendrils that threatened to choke out the three surviving flowers that my father had planted years ago as well as my beloved big blue bush - i handed the kids some shovels and said "dig" which they did merrily and laughed and giggled and fought and cried and then laughed some more while doing it - then killy came home - and i think he was happily surprised to find his little family out in the setting sun and not plugged into any electronic hypnotonic devices - his son greeted him with the confession of an honest boy who is sincerely conflicted with reflexive behaviors versus socially acceptable actions while his little girl beamed in glee at the sight of her handsome daddy donned in work attire and eager for action - killy announced, "i'm making hamburgers!" and i was pleased because i was really getting things done in my little corner patch - i ran inside to change into jeans and get some garden gloves and continued the work and actually managed to make the corner look rather nice by the time the hamburgers were ready for the eating!  my son kissed my perspiring forehead and was grossed out exclaiming "eew, you taste like worms in dr pepper juice!"
we settled around the dinner table and adolfo ate like he'd never eaten before and we chatted about how salads are a good choice for lunch as my son revealed that out of the two choices given at lunch time he selected a salad as his main lunching meal because he was feeling "a little weak" and announced that the reason for his choice was the inherent qualities of protein contained therein - we commended him on making a wise choice for lunch and enjoyed watching him chow down the last bits of hamburger while delicately paola enjoyed her burger open faced, dry, scraping the cheese off with her teeth (kind of like how i eat oreo cookies) while chewing on wayward bits of lettuce - for desert the children enjoyed some yummy peaches
afterwards we ran to the store and stocked up on frozen waffles and milk (which was a CHEAP 1.99 a gallon) and stuck them in our DEEP FREEZE that bob bought us
that's right
bob is on a diet - and the free range beef he'd raised is now in our freezer ready to feed my little family and saving us a ton of money to boot
life is good
i have no complaints
my husband is now serenading me with his guitar and i will rub his shoulders and neck and face until he dozes off and i hope he sleeps comfortably because my life is good and it can't be otherwise when i have such wonderful people around me
mush
i didn't exercise though
and for the record, my perfect multiplication table reciting genius son didn't have homework because he finished all of his homework for the week on monday evening..
YEAH

THINGS I wish i had time to do

so tonight i wish i could
  • make lasagna
  • read a book
  • exercise HARD CORE
  • draw and paint
  • write a letter
  • make papier-mâché easter eggs with the kids
  • clean the fridge
  • shop for clothes
  • build a cardboard castle with the kids
  • have a bubble bath
  • bake cookies
  • drink wine
  • relax with my husband

instead
i am going home to
  • make Picadillo (that's mexican shepherd's pie to you ohio-ans)
  • check the homework
  • exercise quickly...
  • bathe the kids
and that's it
that's it...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Rough Life


Rough Life
Originally uploaded by colin flynn

Hey everyone.

Todd...thanks for the big post the other day...it's always fun to hear how much of a coward you are. It was inspiring. hence this post.

Carol.....I am trying to watch that Indian cartoon....something "Sings The Blues." It is cooler then I expected at first. and I am only 4 minutes into it.

Here is another.....sigh......post of my drawings.
As most of you know I have been drawing for a bit.
I have been fortunate enough to be a part of a sketchbook exchange.
This is the most drawing I have done in years.

I am making a big deal about it because I feel it is really good.
It is rare that I actually give myself the opportunity to see what I can do."

I debate often about how much of myself...my creative self...to use.
Usually having to do with work.
I have become quite miserly of late.
It feels good to stretch those muscles.

I miss hearing y'all complain about the mundane.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

robot sketch trade



Hey Carol......robot trash can.

Monday, March 09, 2009

YES!

Sita Sings the Blues is finally free!

YES!

Now i just have to figure out how to save it on a dvd...

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Thursday, March 05, 2009



My zombie stuff.

dog fight

I saw a horrible thing today, and if you are of a delicate disposition i warn you against reading this post. I am only writing about it in an attempt to get it out of my head, though i am doubtful this will work.

During my lunch break, i went to Which-wich, a chain sandwich shop in The Triangle, a weird live/shop island near Hyde Park. The Triangle has an open area which is used as an off-leash dog park by nice people and irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastards.

A nice lady with a dog, an Australian shepherd of some sort, i guess, was throwing a ball for her dog. 20-30 pounds of fluffy, ball-chasing happiness. We will call him Fluffy.

A little way away an irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard and his wife/girlfriend were playing with their dogs, one of which was a 'dog-fighting dog' probably a bull terrier of some sort, but i do not really know my breeds. We'll call him Spike. His owner is still 'irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard.' Spike is 70+ pounds of black, white and teeth.

Fluffy somehow attracted Spike's attention, despite being separated by a good 20 yards (it's a big park). Spike charged Fluffy and attacked.

After a brief, one-sided 'fight' Spike had his jaws clamped around Fluffy's throat. Not being dramatic, not mistaking neck for throat. I mean throat. 5-10 seconds, max. Fluffy's owner is screaming and hitting Spike with a leash, irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard is ignorant.

Fluffy is now yelping and struggling for his life. Spike has a death-grip on his throat and is shaking Fluffy back and forth. Irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard and his w/g figure out what is going on and spend the next five to ten minutes trying to keep their dangerous dog from killing Fluffy. They grab him, pull his tail, shout, and are generally incapable of making the dog let go. Finally, Spike lets go and Fluffy runs away, seeking comfort from his owner, who scoops him up and tries to get away. Irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard's w/g makes nice sounds at her. I do not know how Fluffy's owner did not smack the shit out of her.

Spike's face is covered in Fluffy's blood.

Irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard (and his bitch-ass w/g) actually have three dogs, Spike, an older Schnauzer (Boss) and a puppy Schnauzer (we'll call him Pup). Pup had run off near me, and, while the drama unfolded, I had picked him up, and was attempting to comfort/contain him. At some point irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard called out 'please get that little dog', referring to Pup, and i did. Pup was terrified and a puppy, so he did not know what to do. He seemed to like being held, so I held him.

After the horror show irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard, every inch the smug fucking polite bastard, called out, 'thanks for getting my dog.' I put him down and tried to shoo him back towards irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard.

Pup, no dummy, wanted nothing to do with that asshole, and scampered off again. I picked him up again, and carried him over to Boss, an un-dangerous, well-behaved dog. Irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard was 'very nice' saying 'sorry' and 'thanks' and other disingenuous bullshit.

As loud as i could i shouted 'you should not be apologizing to me, fucker.' He seemed confused, and oozed hurt 'what did *i* do?'-ness out of every pore of his irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard being. He kept yelling, 'thanks!' as if confused that my lack of response was discorteous. Irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard.

I wanted to do to him exactly what his dog did to Fluffy. I wanted to punch him until i puked. He had no idea that he was an irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard and i wanted to tell him, to let him know.

I feel like a coward for not leaping to help Fluffy. I was awash in adrenaline, and, so felt bullet-proof and nauseated. In the end i just felt disappointed that i did nothing, was too scared to help a threatened animal. He was so scared and i didn't help.

I know i would have been hurt, I know Spike was more than a match for me , but that's no excuse. i should have helped. i should have done something.

I'm so upset and angry. I should have beat irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard into a bloody pulp and told him why he was wrong, i should have done SOMETHING.

what did i do? i held and comforted a puppy. i'm a fucking hero.

I don't blame Spike. What happened is not his fault. He is of a breed that has been created from dogs that have a tendency to kill other dogs. People (like irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastard) bitch and moan that certain breeds are 'misunderstood.' They are perfectly understood, they are just not blamed. Their owners, who clearly do *not* understand the breed are to blame. They don't get the raw power they 'own' and can't control. They don't get that their dog, who is 'great with kids' is a dog-killing machine bred by other irresponsible fucking jack-ass bastards.

i'm a fucking coward.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

i like me some meat on them bones


i like me some meat on them bones
Originally uploaded by ultrakickgirl

paola eats turkey bones - she won't eat food - she usually likes to chew the flavor out of the food and then spit out everything she just chewed - but now i see she likes to gnaw on the bones - haha - it's the mercado in her

Monday, March 02, 2009

You Rock. High Five


You Rock. High Five
Originally uploaded by sadmascot - this winter.

Great Stuff!!

Sita Sings the Blues


Has anyone seen this??

Sita Sings the Blues

It is AMAZING!!!

Moved To D.C.!

I have been deployed to Washington D.C.! This is what it looks like out my front door!