March 6, 2010

what's new, pussycat?

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.....

anyway...... sorry bout' that.
let's see. john and I finally got our blasted stimulus money- 6 months late.

that was a real treat. it's nice not to be desperately poor anymore.

we got a dog for my birthday.

I love this dog! Dalton is a human trapped in a dog's  body. A needy child to be exact. He's a beagle around 8 years old. the first 2 weeks were rough trying to adapt to him, and him to us. john got pretty frustrated and wanted to take him back, but I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and said "you're nOT taking MY dog!" things are doing MUCH better now. We love him SO much. he's perfect for our family.

I started taking a drawing class this semester, and my first portfolio got an A! woo hoo!

One point perspective. Graphite pencil on drawing paper.

2 point perspective. graphite pencil on drawing paper.

  multi-point perspective still life. graphite pencil on drawing paper.

Sighting and surface mapping still life. Graphite and charcoal pencils on drawing paper.

the still life I referenced

not too shabby, eh?

contour drawings in my sketchbook

spray bottle

one of my shoes

sorry- you are going to have to tilt your head sideways to see these next ones.
this is one of our lamps.

dalton's chew toy that he never plays with.....

my first piece working with charcoal using sighting and triangulation techniques.

value and tone- charcoal and conte' crayon on drawing paper

i'm not exactly sure how this ended up being upside down, but you can tell it's a tree, right?
I was getting a feel for the charcoal on my own in my sketchbook- at first it looked like broccoli, and then progressed to pubic hair, but i think I like the way it turned out.

one more thing:

 my mental health treatment has been completed. my counselor closed my file on friday:)
I cried like a baby.

March 5, 2010

The art of Pooping

I have the strangest fear of toilets. Especially the ones at my work.

Last year, the main building had clogged plumbing, and the kindergarten room I worked in, was in the main building. one day in april, right around easter, I felt that nature was about to call, and she wasn't very happy, so i excused myself to use the faculty bathroom. I walk through the lounge, turn the corner, and there was an out of order sign on the bathroom door. So i hightailed it out of there, thinking maybe i could get the key to the other bathroom across campus from my supervisor. She kindly suggested that i just use the bathroom that was in the classroom- the bathroom that she always uses, so it's always clean. So, I took her up on her offer. Before, I used to just not liking to use a shared bathroom because I 'm afraid i'll leave a toxic smell, and that would embarrass the heck out of me. So, I used to flush immediatley after I felt I had
"emptied" all that i had. I did it on this particular day. Not a great idea. I was lucky the poop flushed all the way down. but it was still flushing, and i hadn't wiped yet. flushing.....flushing.... this can't be good. I'm not even sure I did a quality job of cleaning up, but I jumped off that toilet and zipped my pants faster than humanly possible, and RAN out of the bathroom screaming as the contents of the toilets poured out onto the ground like a fountain. My classroom and the one next door were flooded with 2 inches of water in 5 minutes. the playground right outside the door looked as though it had been irrigated. MORTIFYING. i will NEVER ever be afraid of my poop smelling up the whole bathroom ever again!
I have bigger fears now, but i have found a way to manage them. I close and lock the door to the bathroom. I do my business, and try to use as little toilet paper as possible in the process. I wash and dry my hands, unlock the door, flush with my foot, and racewalk out of the lounge before i can take resposiblity for the smell, or the flood.