dear friend...

I don't know if I should mention it or not but I'm taking an art class. Drawing.

The name of the class is Learn to Draw in 4 Weeks. This art teacher also has Learn to Draw in 4 Days class too. I cannot imagine trying to do this class in 4 days. There is so much to do and this class gives me a migraine each time I leave it, which means I'm accessing my right side of my brain. Yay me!

Sadly, I've only just done review as I had some terrific art instructors while in school. I guess I was lucky or unlucky depending on how you view it. Glass half empty or full...

Rocky Thomas in Junior High and in high school Mr. Tungson. They were wicked cool. The only thing new I've learned so far is that doodling is now called Zentangles. sheesh. can't we just call doodling what it is instead having to invent a new word to keep people interested??? Whev (whatever). Oh look! I just did it too!!!

The review (art class that I paid a whole bunch of mula for) has been interesting as well as viewing the art of the other students. I've pretty much alienated everyone in this group too by being obnoxiously precise. In the last class I caught the instructor "cheating."

How do you catch your instructor cheating you might ask? Well...says I...

the instructor was supposedly showing us blind contour while looking at the paper and the object being drawn. With blind contour you are not allowed to look at the paper while drawing the object. The instructor was stating how well the drawing was going and I mentioned "well yeah, you're looking at both, what's up with that???"

the instructor thought this was funny and laughed at how they were cheating and not showing us blind contour at all. It was pretty funny. The other students didn't think so, they have no sense of humor. Or at least not at the end of a very long day anyway.

Anyway will save my "favorite student" story for another time (can't wait to share that one---Hopefully I can share in positive funny way instead of bitchy, complaining way).

Send me all the news.
Toodle-loo,
L

dear friend...

I haven't written in awhile. I'm trying not to be a loser or one of "those" sad stories you hear about and cringe being or becoming.

I went to a get together held for the volunteers for a non-profit garden that I volunteer at.

The stories of flat tires came up and I told my story too. Nothing like having your 15 minutes of fame, no mater the place you be.

I then told my story about being on the farm and one of our dingo dogs killing a raccoon in water, which is virtually unheard of since raccoons usually drown the dog. One of the other volunteers didn't believe me and asked if I was actually there when it happened. Sheesh. Yes, I was there.

I guess the flat tire story and the raccoon story seem a bit far fetched when its coming from the same person. They be true.

I didn't finish the story, which was with Mr. X pulling the dead raccoon from the water and the dingo killing it over and over again. Mr. X thought this was funny. I guess it is "farmer" funny. He didn't think it was so funny when he thought his dog was being drowned. Just so you know, the dog's name was Dino and Mr. X could write a book about him. This dog was truly amazing.

The flat tire story is me having to fix a flat tire on my car everyday for a week as Mr. X put "new to me" tires on the vehicles I was driving. This was so not funny, but I do know how to change a flat on almost any type of vehicle. The background story to this is we had lots of vehicle choices to drive and when one got a flat, Mr. X would just give me the next car in line to drive. I got tired of the "new to me" tires and finally took one of the vehicles in and placed all new tires on it. I never had a flat again while married to him.

Oh, forgot that I told the story that my life was very similar to the girl in the movie "Where the Heart Is" in that I got pulled over and the sheriff felt so sorry for me and I had so many infractions with the car including a hole on the driver's side floor board that he let me go.

These stories must have irritated this guy because he totally didn't believe me and was all over my case after telling them that I soon left.

Not certain if I'm still a loser or just a sad story but I did get to attend a get-together, at least for a little while...

don't know if I'll be invited back...

Love always,
L

dear friend...

I recently ran into an acquaintance and we "caught up" so to speak regarding what each of us had been up to, etc, etc, blah blah blah. I won't bore you with the details.

Although,

I am confused as this acquaintance went on about how they had been sexually harassed at work and how they took it to HR and HR did nothing and how awful it was. Yes, its awful... My confusion stems from the "pre-story" as this is the same acquaintance that used to brag about not going more than two days without sex since the divorce. Yikes! that's a lot of partners. yuck!

And what comes first to mind is exactly how does one do this (not the act) the culling of partners? Well, that culling will happenstance come from work, at times.

All right, the "never shit where you eat" saying comes first in my mind at this point.

This acquaintance had no issue with it nor with the issue that some of the partners were married. Which is "safe". No commitment or clinging to deal with. No emotional attachment. No baggage, supposedly.

Ok back to the complaint. When you create the monster why are you complaining??? Doesn't this acquaintance have some responsibility in creating their own harassment? I believe this constitutes as the "baggage" referred to above. tada! I guess HR saw it that way too. yay!

I guess my less than enthusiastic responses are why I have very little friends as I expect people to be responsible to some extent for their actions and this will include prior actions too.

Moral of my story is: Watch where you cull. or the "don't shit where you eat" saying applies too.

Anyway, send me all the news.
Love always,
L