First A few words about Spam:
“Good friends are a lot like this can of spam in my cupboard; always there for me and I know I can eat them in an emergency.” – tweeted by Rob@imaudihere
In keeping with WordPress’s weirdness this week, I was alerted by Mags at Magsx2′s Blog that my comments have been going to spam . . .sigh – which is probably happening to lots of people, so before hitting delete be sure to check for treasures!
And Sharp Little Pencil came up with a solution for comments slamming your inbox: http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/05/06/antibiotic-for-wordpress-glitch/ Thank you Sharp Little Pencil!
And now for today’s post — freshly fished from the archives just for you, Dear Readers:
Lookee What I Found!
I was thumbing through a book that was on the coffee table when this drawing fell out:
Pretty good isn’t it? Guess who drew it? Guess who just dashed it off, didn’t even show me, then stuck it in a book like it wasn’t any big deal. My husband, 37, that’s who!
Just Being Methodical?
As you can see 37 can draw! But when I gushed over it, he simply shrugged it off — explaining that he’s not a good artist at all — he’s merely methodical. Methodical eh? Well, I’m methodical too, but when I tried to copy his drawing, it turned out like this:
I think I might need to re-read the definition of methodical.
Unused Creativity Coming Out of His Ears!
Anyway, 37 is a wonderful artist and painter and wood-carver. When I first met him he had an entire room in his apartment dedicated to all things creative. He was designing and building a chess table, putting together a model of the U.S. Constitution, painting, sketching and carving wood.
Then he decided he wanted to go back to school to be an engineer. After that, work and the demands of life took over. And he forgot about his creative side. But sometimes I’ll find his sketches here and there. Stuck in random places . . .
My Laughter Addiction
I came to terms with my lousy drawing abilities years ago. And I would have given up trying to draw all together if I weren’t addicted to the sound of the laughter I get whenever I hold up my latest creation for my family to see.
I only wish I would have kept my infamously inept drawing of a woman wearing a beret so I could show you.
I’ll try to describe it. I drew a lady wearing a beret with a feather in it. (Well I guess it wasn’t that hard to describe.) Only somehow the feather looked more like a piece of bacon. When I showed it to my daughter, Nikki, who was about 8, she took her pencil and quickly improved upon it by drawing another piece of bacon and an egg and presto! The lady I drew was no longer wearing a beret, but a Denny’s breakfast platter.
Luckily the kids inherited all their “drawing ability” from 37. PHEW! That was a close one!
My Brain, Peanuts
Here’s another picture I drew. It’s actually a self-portrait of me and my brain, Peanuts. You see, one day, just out of the blue, my brain decided it wanted a nickname and came up with Peanuts. I didn’t want to be rude and tell it no, so now my brain insists I refer to it as Peanuts. I guess you could say my brain has its heart set on it. (Peanut’s humor, not mine.)
It turns out Peanuts can’t draw either.
Well at least I’m not the only one in the family who can’t draw.
Until next time . . . I love you