I Could Be Like Rachael Ray....

I could be like Rachael Ray, if I gained a few pounds and talked louder that is. Maybe having a few good connections works too. Even so.... Everyone puts recipe's and cooking on their blogs and I never have. I rather do life recipe's of what not to do even if it's too late. So today I shall share the last homemade chicken soup from my 84 year old Father's garden. Not the soup, the ingrede's. While I was preparing the soup I was snacking on Grandpa's (Dad's) yummie Squash that is out of this world sweet, no sugar added, organic, and fresh as a bad boy. Less the organic on the bad boy of course. The dog even liked it. Huge carrots, beautiful potatoes, onions, (I bought the celery) Range Chicken breasts and sea salt with Grandma's dry broth mix. No bull cubes please eeeww. This soup cures all, just ask anyone that has rec'd it while ill. Maybe its the love its sent with, or maybe it really is the combination of ingredients. I just know it works. I used my George Foreman grill for the chicken breasts, and my dumplings usually are called Giblets from my Granny's old German recipe, but today I used Bisquick...or however you spell it. I use Bis-quick once every two years so I am not up on the spelling....I am up on the how bad it is for me. After the soup cools I will transfer it to clean saved GLASS pickle jars for easy transport and no BHA or BJS or whatever that is in plastic that kills when it comes in contact with heat. No killing with plastic around here. Enjoy the healing soup... It is amazing.

Cody Ogden, Son # 3

I was checking in on the daily happenings at Face Book U.S.A. or is it world? I happened to see a link to the above and here: http://www.dcdphotography.net/p736538202/slideshow Why didn't anyone tell the Mom. The Mom gets sooo excited when new headshots come out. So this is a bit of Mom drama on blogger.

Happy Birthday to ME....

Happy Birthday. That must mean I am to be happy today because many decades ago I was born on 11-22 at 12-22p.m. Which means I should, by all numerological definitions, be happier, have more, as well as have changed the world somehow. You see those are master numbers, according to the Greek Pythagoras who discovered the correlation between letters and numbers of which I have found to be amazing. Except for my own. Just kidding because I do have amazing numbers. 87649...that means in my soul I wish to master money and sometimes make myself a victim...(eewww I knew that) It means my personality is a loner, psychic, enjoying deja vu's. A more important number tells me I am a natural Mother, of people and animals. Next is the number that says I need security! No lie on that one. And the last and most important is that I am a humanitarian, a giver. If I am not giving I am not happy. And I do not do it to make anyone like me duh! Along with the ability to be an executive leader. Wonder when that will happen.....
So I am spending the day with my Grandest Granddaughter at the mall. We will be having a bourbon chicken Chinese lunch after looking at serious face cremes and a new cell phone with GPS....and who knows what else..oh yes, kitty litter! Basically just another day. Am I glad I was born. I have no choice so of course I am. So for my birthday I am asking for a "kewl" new truck for my middle son Cody! Perfect health for my only daughter. Freedom for my oldest son. And a new place for me to live also... Been here too long....6 years. Sometimes a new and refreshing area is good. L.A. would be great, but not time yet I guess. Unless I win my lotto numbers 4 - 12 - 13 - 21 - 22.....all my children's birth dates as well as mine. Because its always been them and I. Is that proper grammar? Who cares. Oh and I am sure I was born into the wrong family and or adopted. Ha!

Bear Lady

As you all know by now Maria and I have nicknames for some of our clients. Cant help it, tried, but it just is what it is.... For instance, Goldfish lady if you recall kept the dead family goldfish in a bowl in the corner of the family tub for six months easy! Then there is Candyman who has bags and bags and bags of candy, not cookies or cake, CANDY next to his bed, next to his easy chair and TV, on his workstation, and all about the kitchen counter!! Seriously. Then there is psycho bia-tcha who cant do confrontation but can holler and then run to her bedroom. Seriously again. Recall the Analyst? Or is that Annalist humm? The client that sees dust where there is none.... sort of like an anorexic that sees fat when there is NONE! SAME THING different sight seeing. Also we have dog lady, marble lady, and today is Bear Ladies day... But before I go there let me say Maria and I adore most all these people. They are kind, loving, hard working, lovely people. We just cant help but nickname them according to their ways of life. God only knows what they would nickname us. OK back to Bear Lady...and I don't mean bare naked! She loves stuffed teddy bears and has them all over her gorgeous condo. She has elegant furniture and artwork all amongst the bears. Big bears, little bears, dressed bears, picture frame bears, her own dog named Lil Bear, anything you can think of bear. They are in the bathrooms, the living room, the bedrooms, the office, and they even have their own room, The Bear Room. I took a few pictures and seriously I mean only a few!! I could have used a roll as they used to say in the old days. Now its, "I could have used the entire time on a Sony canon battery!" But as I said, I only took a few. Enjoy! And do believe me when I say there are at least 600 bears in that Condo.... Its quite a cushy place if you like being cushy with Teddy's. Do you think they each have a name?

The Wooden Heart

I found this on the kitchen hardwood floor of one of my clients homes. A heart! If I were a young couple looking for a home and I spotted this heart right in the heart of a kitchen, I would have bought the house too! Isn't it amazing and love-ly?

Lucky or Unlucky

Maria and I arrive at our Psychiatrist Client 's home yesterday around noon. When we arrive she is home which never happens. You see we have never met her, she hired us sight unseen.
So in we go.... After all greetings and more salutations we comment on what a wonderful aroma is in the air. Psychiatrist says, "Mother is visiting (age 90) and making fruitcake. If you are lucky you will leave with one, and if your not you wont."
Maria and I finished our work, all the time believing we might get to share the physical sense of said aroma. Silently watching Grandma sitting in her rocking chair reading, and secretly wondering why she hadn't gotten up to wrap up those two mini fruitcake loaves for us. But there was time. Then I made it a point to tell her I was going to finish up the foyer on my way out. She said it was nice meeting us and we responded likewise. We left, got to the trunk of my car.....I looked at Maria and said, "I guess we aren't lucky huh?" Maria said, "Guess not!" All the time I was thinking, "What a thing for a psychiatrist to say to people....Just in case Grand Mommie Dearest did not give us a fruitcake, which in fact happened! I know we are lucky anyway.... just thought the comment interesting. What would the shrinks shrink say was her reason? Wait a minute....you dont think that unlucky thing had anything to do with me forgetting to rinse the pan I made my Ham and cheese omelette in this morning do you? I took one bite and tasted Dawn Foam dishsoap. The dog wouldnt even eat it! OMG...I have to speak to that unlucky stream of words someone sent me and erase it from MY SPACE!

GodParents

My own personal life experience with Godparents has been less than what I was raised to beleive their role in life is. In other words, sucks Canal Water! The definition of a God Parent is a person that makes the decision to accept responsibility for a child's rearing in the case of the parents death....plus that child is to be special in the God Parents life. Better than Sponsoring a ball team. Today I say God Parents suck. My parents chose two people (which is the norm) to be my God parents. They felt, let's say, above others in my life, although only on paper....but I reaped nothing from it.... no phone calls, no I love yous......nadda! So I followed suit of family tradition and chose God Parents for my first three children of which NONE have done squat. Not even Birthday cards, Come on! Acknowledgement hello! God Parents! Read that carefully. Look it up, Godparent rules for dummies. Maybe its on EHow somewhere... I would give much for someone to have given me the privilege of being a Godparent to any child.....yet my experience with said gift has been null. That means NEGATIVE, & some call it DARK. My God Parents, nevermind. My first child's God Parents, well one is dead and I cant even remember who the other one is. My second child's God Parents were just plain a total family dysfunction...don't ask. So I tried it one more time.....third Child's God Parents really sucked...They didn't even know what it meant~!~ and they lived in the Bible belt.. I call that a case of the "dumb ass!" I can call it what ever I chose yet the result for my child would have been sad and disturbing should I have croaked before he grew up. So I do what I can to make up for the losers I chose. Let me make a list, nevermind, not healthy... I am trying to find humor in something really quite serious and not funny. How do I find myself with people I have no-thing in common with....they know no God. So the next two children have no God Parents thank God! Because none is better than one that does naught. Some call them "Sponsors." Think on that one....

A Clear Moment

This is an old 35 mm slide from my Grandfathers collection....1950's I think it needs photoshop color repair, but it reminded me of today and not 60 years ago. (I was barely alive if there is such a thing)

It is 7:00 a.m. and time to take Gracie Allen outside which can be annoying some days as all who own dogs understand. But today was diff. No one in sight when at least one thousand live within this block of space on earth. I could call it "My Space," because it is and it especially was this morning. I lost track of the date, the time, and where I was. Why? I don't know exactly except it was euphoric like I hear a drug would be. Like Morphine before surgery.... Who was giving me this moment in time and why? The smell of the air held a meaning of such goodness and memory that I kept breathing it in as deeply as I could. I was asking the Universe what this meant or where it came from. I looked up into the specially blue sky only to see the moon in all its cratered glory looking at only me, telling me how much more there is that I cannot see with my human eye. Well I was willing to see it with my spiritual eye but that didn't happen...or maybe it did, only every other of my four senses plus was working overtime. Maybe I should have tried harder to just enjoy it instead of trying to remember it. Emotions came to visit also. I thought maybe it was a memory of another time when things were wonderful. Children bustling about, pancakes on the griddle, a soul mate offering and sharing.... It wasn't the same smell and feeling that I get from my Grandma's farm early in the morning from back in the 50's... No, this was clean, crisp but not cold, sunny but not hot, this was perfection. There was no place for worry, pain, fear, or any of the grey and certainly no place for any black on my block. I actually lost Grace for over a minute in time. Something I never do as she had no harness on this fine morning. I don't think Grace noticed the fairy like magic that had come over me but she did sit by my feet waiting for me to come back to the grey senses of this world which I really didn't do until I opened that front door. I didn't want to leave it. "It" being the total feeling of security where there is none. "It" being the total feeling of love where there isn't much of. "It" being the total feeling that no matter what everything is alright so just go with it......" Even if "It" was only the smell of a wonderful memory, but I know better! I received a gift from the moon? From the Universe? From God this morning during Gracie's podie time. How ironic. I am a very lucky person.

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Tortured Screaming Nail Clipping Day

Actually the bottom picture of my little buddy Grace is on our ride towards the tortured screaming nail clipping adventure, of which I purposely did not videotape. People think she is dying! Her dog trainer, above photo, Jamie Mueller, slash nail trimmer owns a CURVES studio and when we arrive Grace tries so diligently to communicate with me (by licking my neck and trying to hide there also) that this is a bad thing for her. And it is! Her anxiety level is TEN. I felt so badly for her but it had to be done. I said, "Hey, I don't want her to have a heart attack!" I was assured that wouldn't happen but I wasn't so sure. We went yesterday and today and will go next week trying to de-sensitize her to this nail clipping deal. She screams like she is being tortured. The ladies at curves go bonkers. I am expecting someone to call animal 911 at any time during the procedure. Grace is the best in most all areas, but not this one. Someone must have hurt her (she is a rescue dog) because there is one paw that makes her go CRAZY NUTS... the other paws she is fine with. Well we made it......then drove on home and she was fine. This makes taking children for their shots look like an easy road compared to!! Seriously. But ALSWELL that ends well.... We are home and doing well.

Tuesday's Anal Lady.......

Photo is of me from low pixel web cam "FREAKING OUT!"

I will not answer my phone on Tuesday nights ever again. At least as long as Anal Lady is a client. We are on our fourth or fifth Tuesday of working with her or is that against her? Personally I try to work with everyone, but I am thinking she is thinking the latter. And this is all about her thinking for sure. Anal Lady has a "perfectly perfect" clean home. The silver inserts on her stove do not have one mark on them from cooking for a family of four.... There isn't a spec of dust anywhere (well I did find some on top of the door frames) and cant wait to tell her at my perfectly perfect chosen time that is. So here's the deal. Maria and I where hired to clean her clean home. Do you know that its easier to clean and dirty home than a perfectly perfect one? So I wipe things down and dust the dusted and so on. Maria re-does the bathrooms and vacuums her way backwards out the door because Anal Lady wants to see the vacuum lines on the carpet. And so we then leave the perfectly perfect home. And every Tuesday night my phone rings and its "her!" Wish I could put drama music on here at this point. First week it was, "Did you forget to wash the floor inside the closet downstairs?" Second week it was, "Please dust the shelves inside the linen closet." (there is a two inch space in front of towels and sheets duh). The next week it was, "I know I am anal, but do you dust the SIDES OF THE DRESSERS!!!" The next week it was, "Did you dust the nic nacs on our dresser?" OK so now I am finally getting it....duh....it's Tuesday night and the call comes in with silly requests. So I said, "Yes we dust your niknaks paddy wak!" OK so I left off the paddy wak. Then she started to ask if we did something else ridiculous and I interrupted her, after praying silently for God to give me patience PLEASE and FAST! (I forgot to ask for understanding and kindness, oops.) I think he did as I blurted out, "You know Anal Lady, you were right, your kitchen floor was F I L T H Y!" eeeeeeekkkkkks. That is like telling an anorexic person they are fat or they gained weight. I knew it and I did it anyway. Mean? Nope, just don't want the Tuesday night terrorist calls anymore. And I am saving the filthy door frame line for next Tuesday's call. You see, telling her that anything in her house was or is filthy could send her to the padded room place. Did I feel bad. Sort of.....but not enough to worry about it. I have my own anxiety issues and thank God they don't go over the top, well most of them don't, like hers. I feel sorry for the dog who probably gets his rear cleaned off after doing his duty, not to mention the children whose toys are not played with but rather displayed in perfectly perfect baskets. Example, Doll house and in each room of the doll house is a basket for that rooms interior furniture and such. Being Anal Lady must be awful....living with her has to be worse, and being her child or dog....GOD FORBID! But then, bless her heart for sure for having such a problem. And bless mine for being a part of it!

"Iris"

I do not know the name of the lady holding the cardboard under her arm that reads "Need Help..." I can't recall if it said anything else....I just knew that I knew I had to look for some money for her. The dog was laying quietly next to her and believe me, I was freezing cold out there. Just then my phone rang and behold it was my bank asking if I did the past three transactions to so and so and such and such a place!! I am not sure it really is my bank, all the while digging for money and the lady watching me... I was looking for a twenty and only found a five $$ and a couple one $$'s... Then suddenly there it was....the twenty $$! I hung up with the bank, (have you ever tried to hold a cell phone with your shoulder..it isn't a good thing) grabbed the twenty $$, handed her the twenty, the five and the two ones all crumpled up. She got sooo excited and said, "Oh, Oh, that's enough for the car part we need." She was willing to sit there until she got whatever she needed. I asked her what her story was. She told me she was from Kentucky. Her Dad is ill with Cancer so they drove up here to help and be with him....he has been out of work due to illness so he is unable to help them. She said the car broke down once and now again so they needed a part for it. I wished her and her family the best and walked away. Suddenly I pulled out my camera, walked back and asked her if she would mind me photographing her. (of which I messed all three up somehow, they are blurry) I assured her it was for merely personal reasons such as my blog. She smiled and responded with a kind, "Yes of course." The dog kept moving around so another passerby helped me by talking to the dog... I do not know the ladies name, but her clothes were not in very good shape. The dog looked healthy...... I silently wondered if it was a setup, ragged clothes and all......

I was in my car and noticed the lady, Iris, and a man (who I hadn't seen before) walking across the parking lot to the AUTO PARTS STORE! S H U T U P!! I was soooo happy. They really did need a part for their car. Now whether there is a Father with Cancer or whether the ragged clothes were a set up.... I don't care. They were in their mid to late twenties and needed a car part. Is all.

Pushin Popcorn

I need a new web cam with at least one pixel doi

Friday, October 30, 2009
Of course this isn't me...ya think I am going to post a picture of myself with my cheeks full of popcorn. Ok, yes it is! I cannot eat popcorn in public...no way hose'! I stuff, cram, push , shove, and fill my mouth with handfuls of white puffed corn. And do take into consideration I am allergic to milk so the only kind I can have is PLAIN JANE!! Kettle corn. eeeeww. Yet now they have something called something with sugar... so I devour that once a year. I think its an old smoking issue myself. But corn doesn't go into the mouth as easy as smoke duh wad!! Even though I try to find a way to make that happen.... So I don't give into it too often.....and God forbid when I do no one can be present. I have a mirror on my desk where I put a bit of makeup on each morning before work....it also presents itself when I "cram" popcorn on occasion...omg don't look, not even I wish to watch that show... I could YouTube it but it would embarrass my children so no no no....not going there. Even my dog looks at me and runs off to hide... The phone doesn't even ring while I am stuffing... I avoid most all corn products. Maybe I shouldn't.....maybe that is why I am cramming the stuff...maybe its a secret craving for the betterment of my body... Don't think so Jackson... I "got " enough salt induced cellulite for everyone on my block. At least after corn intake. (of which I sprinkle garlic salt onto) Am I nuts? No, just on occasion need a heck of a uplift and use popcorn to get my fix! Hey, I'm a baby boomer...you figure it out. I can't beleive I ate the whole bag.....what a bag? I love my puns.

Who Talks to Themselves 24/7.....Mothers!

I am sooo afraid this will happen to me. Along with a few other of my Mother's little and or big habits. Maria, my client helper, came into the H1N1 Virus and has been off work a few days so I called Mother to help me out. Watch my back ! Actually Mother can work a few circles around me for some reason I haven't figured out. Personally I believe it to be the fact that she "got to" take the horse mare urine (estrogen) for many many years and I cant. Ya think she did that on purpose? She looks my age instead of the 79 or 80 that she will be on Monday. She developed the big breast C word from taking said horse mare urine for too long and too high of a dose. That being said, I get none! So I am the wrinkled mess someone could make a purse out of and she runs across the yard while I borrow her cane. S H U T U P! Back to my point of story. We greet four clients in two days.... I show Mother around and then tell her the duties at hand....she goes about her work like a little elf EXCEPT.....she talks to herself 24/7 and I left my headphones in the car! She talked to the toilets, the towels, the tubs, the floors, the mirrors, herself about herself, the walls, the vacuum, the rags, the sponges, the cleaners, the people that lived there that couldn't hear her, (telling them why did they do this or that and how it should have been done!) And one that was home... thank God that client giggled with me in regards to the distant chattering from the Mother of all chattering genes! No shiet! I swear I became closer to God the past few days due to my constant praying to that God for patience. And for him to break any and all genes and cells that might ever have come my way from that side of the generational gene pool..... I will say, "at least she has someone to talk to." And I am sure its all my Dad's fault if you ever ask her. I will end by saying she did an excellent job to the point of clients emailing me saying so. And might I add telling me how lucky I am to have such a wonderful Mother etc and so on.... Hey, she was on her best behavior for two days... there's more to her as each and every one of us know about our Mother's..... but for now, it was a good experience. Ever heard of "write that down, it might not happen again!" That is exactly what this is all about here right now. My mentor Fred would freak at me writing those words...(you know "it might not happen again") too negative she would say.... Me...I am just happy to write it down cause it did happen. Happy Happy Day....
www.marciabackstromdolls.com/gallery2.html p.s. the photo is NOT of my Mum! ha

I Know it's Too Early......But

I LOVE CHRISTMAS!! Christmas is happiness for me. Christmas is creativity and nativity and activity and pover-ity city for most. Maybe I am basically glitzy and Christmas gives me an opportunity to legally be a glitzer...Rhinestones of all colors, dangling gold and silver, fur and feathers and all the majestic colors of the Wise Men. The smells of apples and cinnamon and almond flavored sugar cookies. Pine scent inside our homes be it real or warming in a simmer pot. Decorating windows and railings, fireplaces, stairways, and bathrooms. Lighting candles in the window signaling a wayward family member home for the holidays and forevermore. Tinsel and teddy bears and peppermint candy. Giving. My favorite activity is giving and Christmas is the only time I can do it freely without someone saying I should take care of myself first. Or am I doing it so they like me. Not! Taking Tommye's Toppers (my friend knits beautiful hats and scarves) to the homeless shelter and battered women's shelter. Baking shoe boxes of assorted cookies to be delivered on a chilled snow covered day to the various people on my list. Brownies with caramel and decorated Santa's. Pinwheels, and Cornflake Cherry cookies next to my traditional Pfefferneuse of which I make huge pickle jars full and give as gifts...adorned with gorgeous ribbons I might add. My famous chocolate chip cookies and chocolate pie....Sprinkled bell cookies. And my Angel Sugar Cookie mold from 1995. Oh, Gingerbread men or are they women? Flowing lace packages....rich foil paper.....ready made bags with glorious pictures on their faces. Fireplaces crackling if anyone is lucky to have a real one anymore. God forbid an outage. I love going to the malls to view the individual trees all in different themes... My favorite is Macy's and Boston Store where one could spend $5,000 easy just on ornaments and other Christmas foo foo. I think I get this from my MoMo. (Maternal Grandmother) She was a

clutterer of knick knacks and paddy Wacs, whatever they were she had 'em... All very neat of course. It was just that every nook and corner was filled. I have to be careful of my nooks and corners or I will fill them!! This is why Christmas allows me so many of my deep passions and pleasures. Creativity, spontaneity, Glitz-city, and major activity. As the children have moved away there is much less activity. The Grands don't visit here much...they go to the funny farm...there is more room and they have motorized cars and chickens and the pony to feed. A golf cart to drive all over the farm....and many toys to play with. A small apartment doesn't offer much to small children. So to the mall I go to window shop, always coming up with ideas for things to make, just never doing it, or to blogging and writing. There is Gracie Allen and Lucy that need attention and my work. And the most important is the MENTALITY of CHRISTMAS!!!

I made this little skier fellow about twenty years ago out of salt dough, then baked him and painted him...whalla....I have a few others that have weathered time. I keep them in the infamous jewel box with the old report cards and such. What's with the blue dot for an eye? I have evolved since then thank God! Now I put a dot in the center of the blue dot. No, I don't make these anymore...just a joking.

Microwave Masacre

When I refer to "my clients," I am referring to a small group of families of whom I nurture their homes. My children grew up, foster children moved away, ended my volunteering at Hospice Care, Auntie Berdie (96) moved to a new nurse home too far away to visit her daily, so I now nurture homes! Which can be quite satisfying, quite hilarious, quite nasty, and so on....just like children and elders. I have a helper name of Maria... she alone is hilarious! She is hard of hearing and my eyesight isn't what it used to be... She calls us the "deaf and dumb crew," of which I don't laugh... Maria has a dark side! (To say the least) I often think I should find a new helper, but then....I don't. Maria has nicknames for our clients. Granted Nicknames they deserve, but yet still....jeez...I am not one to put any negs on my clients. They pay my rent for crying out loud which is what happens when ya cant pay your rent. There is Goldfish lady, Candyman, ToyTrixie, (don't ask), PsychoLady, SpiderWoman, MoldyMom, and a few I cant mention... The clients Maria likes she has no knicknames for and will go into their homes before I arrive....otherwise she sits in her BIG CHEVY TAHOE with blackened windows and HUGE chrome rims (no they don't spin thank God) and waits for MaMa! We have a new client as of Friday... We call her MicrowaveMasacre which really doesn't need much explanation. You have to understand we see it all! We know who takes what medications, who washes their hands and who doesn't, whose electric toothbrushes have yellow and brown gunk all around their bases, who cleans between the two weeks before we return...and who doesn't!! We don't even have to take our shoes off at some homes for fear our feet will get dirtier than our shoes were to begin with. We have to touch things no one but family should! Gloves work well. I cant say we could be on the dirtiest cleaning jobs reality show, but we do our part for sure. Maria will come walking out of a bathroom holding "something" by its tip with her face all distorted mumbling cleshay's, (sp) (I got it, cliche' which was spelled so badly Google even missed it) all the way as she turns after giving MaMa the facial and otherwise drama!
I have to laugh at her! We unscrewed a faucet to soak it in vinegar and toothbrush it because we found orange and brown GUNK from months of "something!" Can you imagine? Maria says, "Ooohh, could I have a glass of water mmmmm?" And cobwebs that have taken over the house along with what lives in cobwebs. We are handed a little dirt devil to do this master job....that'll work don't cha know it? Seems now a days women have a baby and sit on their buns for months and do nothing but bounce a baby and feed it. I have professors, Doctors, and business owners, and lest I forget "analists, ) who clean before we arrive. I say its easier to clean a dirty house than a spotless anal one. Basically I am saying I have a very good group of clients that I don't understand. It cant be my age because Maria is half my age and she totally doesn't get it either. We have gays, and one lesbian family who wont let us touch or make their bed, or touch their dishes...humm. Our fav's is our gay guys...we have three Gay Clients and I would take twenty more. They are kind, (except one), loving, (don't get me wrong), respectful, courteous, and authentic! Only gripe we have it that there is enough hair laying around to make wigs. Wont tell you what Maria says about that! It's just hair, not what's in their hearts!

p.s. If any of my honorable, wonderful, respected clients even read this, rest assured I make all of it up! Y e s ..... I ..... d o!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/httpwwwflickrcomphotosangie/27015357/ drawing by Wilfred Hathaway

Green Bay Packer Pumpkin

I found the other Pumpkins I painted last year, or maybe it was the year before. No matter, I am rather proud of my little fellows..... Soon as I find some fake ones I will make them again...to last forever. Or at least a long time.

October Holiday Faces...by Diane Ogden

These are just a few of my Pumpkin faces. Liza Minnelli is center bottom... I have a Green Bay Packer but I cant find that picture...o well. I found some similar to these on line a couple years back so I copied them, then took off and made my own.. I love creating them. I didn't make any this year but I will next year. I wish to find some ceramic or other material that lasts a lifetime vs the reality pumpkin that dies and withers away like an ice sculpture or a sand castle. Not my idea of "letting go." I rather keep my creations for generations. Probably I should let go of "things" more easily. But they why? I am what I am...a keeper.