The Oxymoron of American Gun Control.

The Oxymoron of American Gun Control..

My blog space has been neglected of late.  My words have been failing me even though my fingers are itching to shape the thoughts that have been swimming around in my head.

This blog was so thought provoking and touching that I had to share.  It is a sensitive subject that is very close to many peoples hearts and he uses his words so effectively that they stick to the walls of your brain and repeat, repeat and repeat their storey.

What if the sheep decided they didn’t like being sheep any more?

What if people (god forbid) decided to actually think?

What if people stopped buying guns. Got rid of the guns.

Stopped feeding the machine.

Then maybe, just maybe the government actually might have to listen to what the people actually want.

Go Placidly Amongst The Noise And Haste…

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there  may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.  Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to  the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and  aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy  your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career,  however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of  time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of  trickery.  But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many  persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially do not feign affection.  Neither be cynical about  love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as  perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things  of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.   But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.  Many fears are born of  fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a  child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a  right to be here.  And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the  universe is unfolding as it should.  Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

And  whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful  world.  Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata

Family Ties.

So if the main person in your family life, your only parent, the one who supposedly raised you and carried you, is turning out to create so much worry, drama, blind selfishness, and chaos in your life, no longer supporting and at all like you would think your only parent would be for their eldest child who they hardley see or speak to, what do you do?

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Do you cut losses?  Sever the drama of their lifestyle which seems to have lost all realisation and grip of reality the ‘real world’ and focus on creating your own life, your job your friends and be thankful that at least you have broken free of that small, black bubble and finally found your way to some remote sanity?

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I think so.  I refer to my last blog, the re-blog which quotes ‘life is too short’ and I also quote ‘do not waste time with people who do not love you’.

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Life is too short to pander other peoples crazyness, drunken attention seeking, selfishly created dramas, even if they are your parents.  You have enough trouble keeping your own sanity, relationships, family life together let alone dealing with your own parents anger, guilt, frustrations and insanity when they push it onto you. 

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This is my own opinion, from my own experience.  Sometimes you cannot try for everyone else, anymore.

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Curtains!!

Today, I was mostly making curtains..

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Goodbye, freezing cold livingroom! 😛

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This Singer is the most awesome, beastly piece of machinery that a girl could ever need 🙂

I Am Because We Are..

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The storey of Ubuntu. 🙂

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Happy Tuesday ! xx

I don’t want flowers. I need you.

Beautiful 🙂 Reminds me of a song: ‘Sometimes all I need is the air that I breath, and to love you’ x
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I don’t want flowers. I need you.

(We forget what we really  need. Need passion and desire to keep love alive.)

A beautiful woman is waiting for me.

I promise her dancing and presents.

I arrive home with flowers and candy.

Her eyes goes soft.

She whispered “Please don’t buy me flowers.
I don’t want diamonds or gold.
I just want you to need me.
For you to yearn for my kiss.
To be overwhelm with desire for my touch.
Take me to paradise of passion.
I want you to cry out my name.
I want you to rub lotion on my feet, legs and body.
Treat me like we are new in love.”

“I don’t want pretty flowers.
I need your desire for my kiss.
I want you rushing home to fall into my arms.
I want you for Valentine’s day.”

I smile and bring my lady near.

Kiss her sweet…

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It’s Been A While..

It’s been a while (there’s a song there, somewhere) since I have mustered up the ability to sit down at this computer, specifically stop, think about and write about what has been occurring..  It’s been an eventful 2-3 weeks and I have neglected my internet social circles, only popping on to display new paintings and pop onto Twitter for a quick how-do-you-do.  For that I apologise, I have had (thanks to the old email updates) a quick nosey at what everyone else has been up to now and then which is always good 😉

The last time I had a good natter was when we had just received our visitor.  Oh My Days.  Our home has barely survived, Sylvester practically became a street cat, we almost divorced each other.  As lovely as Molly-The-Hyper-Active-St.Bernard-who-thought-she-was-small-enough-to-be-a-bouncy-puppy is, she was just Too Big!  On walks she would pull on the lead and you were in danger of being dragged behind her, hanging on for dear life with both hands like in the cartoons (you dare not let her go, she would be off, scaring the life out of small children and their perants.  Probably run off with a small child thinking they were playing ball).  With slobber all over tables, chairs, clothes, hair all over EVERYTHING and Poos as big as small cats were too much for us.  The good thing about all this though is My Dorchester and I have decided that we are definitely not parent material.   The loved up ‘I-love-you-so-much-I-want-your-babies’ fluffyness has been satisfactorily squished and brushed under the sofa for now, for fear the baby/ies will be shoved into the garden every other hour of the day, never to be allowed in any of the rooms in the house and locked in the living room while we relax and enjoy such things as  clean clothes.

Safe to say Sylvester is OK now.  He did not run off and live with a quiet old lady down the road, and he has not stressed himself out and made himself ill again (touch wood. Long storey).  Satisfied the monster has finally been vanquished from his castle home, he has rubbed himself along every possible piece of furniture in the house and is back into his usual routine of scratching and meowing to be let outside the front door just as I fall asleep at night and meowing at our bedroom window at 6am to be let back in the front door, then scratching at the bedroom door to be fed half an hour later (Why would we need children when we have the cat which is like one, anyway?).

Good news though!  I have finally got my hands on a new job  9-5!  Evenings, weekends, bank holidays, Christmases and New Years off, Hurrah! (I’m a ‘normal’ person again!)  I went to a couple of interviews in the past week, one good, one not so good I haven’t even heard back from the interview (don’t ask).  It got to the point I was very stressed out, the situation at my office and the situation I was in, it made me very down and low.  It was getting progressively worse at the company, I had bad hours and could not get my head in gear and find time to study, I could not sleep properly and altogether made me not a very nice person to share a space with.  But fortunately, thanks to a friend of ours (who had also worked for the same company and so knew what it was like) I was put in touch with an agency and have a position which is within the same industry but a Good step up. WooHoo!!

But during this hectic period I kept painting at least.  I am the type of person who needs to find a way to be productive, within anything, even if it is not the intended finished subject, it helps to keep the mind positive.

‘With all it’s sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world’ – Desiderata

I experimented with ‘Finger Painting’.  I love this style, I love the fact I make a painting with my actual hands.  I made a couple of Sunset ‘Abstract Landscape’ types this way and they came out pretty good, I like the expressionist style, I love the way the paint blends and sits on the canvas, I like how your eyes are not given the direct and completed picture, your imagination needs to play a part to see the scene.  This is, in my opinion, one of a few fantastic styles like this, because the person viewing the painting gets more involved than with just getting a completed pretty picture to look at.  You get to find your own picture within the painting and I think it becomes more personal.

I have also made a painting for an old friend who I recently came back into contact with.  We share birthdays a few days apart and being as it’s such a fantastic thing to be back in each others lives (she literally lives just down the road from us, as it turns out) I thought making a painting would be something nice to do.

I am currently trying to master figures.  I love the shape of the human body, and I used to be able to sketch them but I seem to have lost the ability with paint.  I would love to create facial expressions to go with the emotional shades of colour I like to use, maybe it is because I am older and have lost the sight/imagination I used to be able to freely grasp (or it could be just the fact I cannot draw faces?!) but practise makes perfect, as they say.

My Dorchester bought me some art stuff for my birthday a week ago.  I have only just mustered up enough courage to use the lovely acrylic paints he bought (they come in a foil tube and everything) I would never buy myself those because I am in no way confident in my ability to be happy with what I paint enough to spend that type of money, I just go for the plastic Reeves acrylics still which do me fine.   As if to panic me further, painting this new painting, I have ended up painting over it Twice, because I could not seem to find the right colours, and was not happy with it.. but maybe it could have been the fact I was so concious of wanting to get it perfect that I messed it up?

My Dorchester and I  heatedly disagreed about this one, I asked him what he thought, he told me ‘I dunno babe, it’s not my favourite, the colours are a bit bland like, why don’t you just paint an Abstract Landscape?’ I could have bitten his head off.  I posted an ‘In Progress’ picture on Facebook too.  A friend of mine commented: ‘What’s wrong with her boobs?’ (she is Danish and she is quite brash with her words) I said: ‘They are quite big’ She says: ‘They are deformed!’ I say: ‘Is it that bad?’ To which she replied: ‘Depends what your trying to say’.  At this point I was pissed off, thinking: ‘Can’t anyone look at a painting that’s not obviously a true representation and not expect a perfect replica of whatever it is?!’ My Dorchester pointed out, why did I post on Facebook if I didn’t want comments?  I advised I wanted comments but I want them coated in sugar (I storm off at this point to re-do the boobs).  I replied to my Danish friend: ‘I am not trying to say anything, just wanted to paint a figure, and at this point she seems to be suffering abnormal boobs.’  To which my Danish friend replies; ‘Well no one is perfect, I guess!’.

To finish off my post I have added a few tunes for you enjoy..

It’s Been A While – Stained

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=araU0fZj6oQ

From My Painting Playlist 🙂

Faithless & Dido – Flowerstand Man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKZjkF2AGqw

Eels – Beautiful Freak

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM6SNrmH0r8

I shall try my best to write another, more constructive and informative blog soon.. Hope you all have a fantastic Monday! 😉

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