Mini canvas

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Originally uploaded by KrabieK and the Thrashman

A new addition to the office art gallery..a tiny tiny canvas ...

I am sooooo Silly....

sometimes I just can't help myself and I get soooo silly...thanks Vickie for the the 'wife in the kitchen' photo i swiped off your blog :-)

Scooter : You waste time like a Grandfather clock ?

I heard a song on MTV this morning by the Myriads...I just couldn't believe the lyrics, and thougth this is a song that just ain't gonna be a classic or a group that will be remembered...but people like it. Lyrics inspired the above cartoon.

Paint Your Heart Out

So there is is place in Occoquan called "Paint Your Heart Out". the idea is you go in and pick one of the white ceramic pieces, [for which you pay for] and then paint it with the paints they provide. They have wonderful examples all around and tunes to keep you in the mood. You do your creation leave it for them to fire it in the kiln and then come back about a week later and pick it up...

One of the neighbors put together a little painting party and those who wanted to come out and play did so last week. Snacks and beverages were brought along and for 3 hours we played and created.



The results are quite nice and I am quite please with the way these things fire up. Not your run of the mill ceramic jobs, and the items are dishwasher safe. I think I could do this full time...if i didn't need my day job !

You can not see me!

You can not see me!
Originally uploaded by KrabieK and the Thrashman

Thrashman does the most silliest things ...he wasnt' peeking under the couch, he was sleeping !

What I learned ...how lucky I am

So what did I do while I was home with my parents? absolutley nothing. No running around, trying to cram all sorts of events and chores into a few days...we sat in the backyard, with the umbrella up on the table, and moved the chairs around in the grass, staying in the shade, eating crackers and trying to catch the breeze. Also keeping one eye on Mr Thrash, who was doing what terriers do best digging, running around the yard in total wig out, trying to eat bugs and then just plopping down in the grass.

Dad is so frail and thin..a shadow of his former self who now can't muster the stamina to play golf, his passion. He needs oxygen on occasion, and has the set up for night time and a portable tank. I see it every time I go up there, but each time is a shock. Yet his hand grip is still as strong as ever, but yet he can't seem to do the simplest things. This has lead to total frustration and being depressed that he can't do much. And Mom, for all her super type A 'ness, and hyperness, still has the energy she always had...constantly thinking and doing. The stamina isn't there anymore, but she gets it done. She's as protective as ever of Dad - like a Lion of her cubs. It's always been that way, and it always will.

Dad's meds make his moods swing as well....but what I realized I inherited from Dad is his passion of things, the need to hug and hold and show love, my love of sports, ptiching hardball in the back yard and throwing it at each other so hard it was dangerous but ending up in stitches laughing, my hot Italian temper, loyalty, laughing, pranks, and the need to tell those close to me that I love them...and the need to keep telling them, trying to find that tangible piece of love in your soul and give it to thos , holding

Mom gave me the need to organize, the companionship and love for an only child with afters chool cookies and games when homework was done, spoiling me, trying to teach me to sew and letting the idea go after a few years, the need to look at everything and every option to a fault before making a decision, along with Dad let me explore any sport or activity that peaked my interest, walking every where together since she didn't drive, encouraged my art by buying me a Flair majic marker every week till I had all the colors....and proud of me in all that I did and do, but just can't quite say it that much.

Mom and Dad only had one - and that's me. They wanted a little girl. I turned out to be a tomboy. But in a rare peek into her deepest thoughts, my Mom said : " we got the best of both - I got my little girl [ and yes I did those mom and daughter stuff] and Dad got his playmate, a tomboy to share his love of sports with". I guess I thought I would have forever and I have realized over the past few years I don't - but this past weekend I brought some rays of sunshine to Long Island..and yes , that is "Lang Isssslllannnnd"

Treasures from a normal childhood - passing the torch

Ok, go ahead and laugh, but yes this is a tutu and yes it is or rather was...well i guess it is still mine. I don't remember from which time I took ballet lessons that this was from, however, it is unbelievable that i was that small. I mean, look, I couldn't fit into that with boobs, now could I?

And here, we have the original Christening outfit for that Catholic rite of passage that you aren't even cognizant for - Baptism.
Even had a bonnet and little evening jacket...all this trimmed in dainty flowers yet!

I am not sure who I would pass these things on to, and I know that I am desperately trying to downsize. But I think for now, these will stay with me and be cherished. A mothers love for her daughter, shown in one of the ways she knows how to.

The surprise trip to NY this past weekend

So this past weekend, i took friday off and me and Thrash headed to Long Island to give the 'rents a surprise. I know Dad was having a hard time and I needed to get up there and find out what was going on. His health is not the greatest, but he is hanging in. But the during the 4th of July week, he got in a car accident. Not his fault, he was hit by a speeding car, but it really took the wind out of his sails.

So road warrior status --- and away we went. I called them when I got in the drive way, and as me and Thrash waited outside, I told them that there was an anniversary delivery right now. and to go get it....and there I was !


The backyard where I grew up...chipped wiffle golf balls, learned to pitch a hard ball before I ever knew there was such a thing as a softball, swam in an above ground pool, sat in the sun and spent the summer reading one book from the Tolkien trilogy..you get he picture.


the living room where many a Christmas was spent opening presents...and not much else has changed there, perhpas the slipcovers, in 40 or so years.
The den, or family room, also like the rest of the house, frozen in time. But Thrash has already made himself at home.