More of Richard's Art

After we all ohhhhh and ahhhhed over the birdhouses that Richard made for my mother, he had to make one for Mary.

The frog was given to my mom years ago by my nephew James and was sort of looking a little shabby. Richard decided that she could use a face lift one afternoon. Just look at her now.

Wednesday Art Card Donation...Stampadoodle

Richard Jordan...artist extraordinaire

Richard Jordan is a friend of my sister Mary and is a multi talented artist. He finds everyday items and unusual castoffs and turns them into beautiful works of art. He makes drawings that he leaves as thank you notes. Richard can decorate a room that looks like it belongs on HGTV and my sister’s house is a showpiece every year at Christmas.

Richard loves to garden and tenderly cares for both my sister’s garden and my mothers. He will show up at my mothers without her knowing it on a day he wasn’t scheduled to work and plant a few flowers and be gone as fast as he arrived. Sometimes he works for hours, losing track of time, only thinking of completing the task before him. He never complains about any job and my mother always has southern sweet tea waiting for him and some sort of homemade baked goods. He has a real sweet tooth.

For mother’s day he took five ordinary wood bird houses and turned them into works of art. We were all so stunned at what he could do in just a few hours. My sister Mary has been trying to get him to sell some of his art because they are unique pieces that you can’t find or buy in any store.

The little eggs were Easter gifts that Richard made for my mother and sister.
So if anyone is interested in a owing a piece of Richards art, send me a comment and I will put you in touch with my sister Mary.

In The Hood...A Mother's Day Present

My oldest son, Jim, is a police officer in Sacramento California and I have always wanted to do a ride-a-long with him. Several times we have set it up and something unexpected has happened and I have had to cancel out. This year I was going to be in CA for mother’s day with my mom who will be turning a young ninety-three in June so I planned a few extra days so that I could do my long awaited ride-a-long.
I drove up to Jim’s home on Friday morning on May 7th and we went out to lunch and then stopped by and took lunch to his girlfriend Heather before it was time to go to work. Jim works on the Southside of Sacramento in what his cousin Mike (he works as a correction officer for the State of CA) refers to as the hood. Mike laughed when he found out I was going out on a Friday night with Jim and said to be prepared because you never knew what would happen.

We pulled into the secure parking lot at the station and Jim unloaded several bags of his gear into the car we would be patrolling in that night. We then pulled up to the building and unloaded two sheet cakes and three dozen muffins that I had brought to share with Jim’s co-workers. Jim said his co-workers/friends had a sweet tooth and I wanted to do something nice for them. We parked the car and then Jim left me in the roll call room while he went to change and get ready.

I met several of his friends and they all asked me if I was excited and ready to go out. They wanted to know why I wanted to do a ride-a-long, and I told them I wanted to know what Jim’s job was like. Soon the room was filling up with uniformed officers, all taking a seat to get ready for the sergeant and roll call. I was asked to stand and introduce myself at the end and tell why I was there. This was my mother’s day gift for me, to watch my son on a typical Friday night on the Sacramento Police Force. For me, the joy was to see my child, grown up and doing what he has always wanted, and knowing I succeeded as a mother in helping him realize his dream.

We took the last of the equipment out to the car and Jim made sure everything was ready to go as he snapped the shotgun in place between us. I asked if there was a panic button and he showed me where it was. He then explained about the onboard cameras, computer, and radio equipment. Wow! It’s not like the old movies where the police just jumped into a car and sped away when they were called. Today is high tech with new equipment being updated to protect the officers and provide information in case of an arrest.

Our first assignment was to take a prisoner, being brought in from the previous shift to the jail, to reduce overtime cost. The evidence was left at the station to be logged and sent later with the report the arresting officer wrote up. Jim placed his handcuffs on the suspect before the other officer’s handcuffs were removed and then the woman was placed in the back seat of our car. It wasn’t the suspect’s first time in a police cruiser or the judicial system, but she wasn’t fighting or complaining--just taking it all in stride, and as a matter of fact. We arrived at the county jail downtown Sacramento and waited for the security camera to verify who we were and then the large gray oversized roll-up doors began to ascend and we drove into the dark cavernous parking garage. The first order of business is to leave all weapons, guns, mace, stun gun, etc, locked in the trunk of the vehicle for everyone’s safety. We entered through a secure door and into the medical unit. The suspect was asked about medical history, illnesses, drug use, alcohol use, and women’s medical issues. I had to look away when she received a tetanus shot, not just because I hate needles, but the thought of the shot was causing her distress and I felt empathy for her as she was almost in tears. We moved back out to the computer station for Jim to finish his paperwork and then the prisoner was searched and photographed before she would be booked into jail. Jim said she would probably be in quarantine for up to twenty-four hours before being put in with the regular prison population.

Back out to the car and on the streets. Jim checked his computer to see what was happening in his sector-- B4. There are six sectors in the city and each is divided into three sections. It was early on Friday and it was quiet so we met up with his partner, Khang, to arrange a probation warrant arrest. Each team has been asked to take on a project to help improve their sector and, in turn, improve the city. A small apartment complex is what they are working on as they are trying to be a friendly face in the community and keep the residents safe. Another team joined us so there were a total of four officers responding to a suspect with outstanding warrants. I was allowed to get out of the car and go with them, just to hang back a little until given the okay to proceed with them. The renter allowed the officers into her home but said she didn’t know the suspect. After a quick search of the apartment, with her approval, and after verifying some personal information, we left. The children all smiled as we walked by and they played in the parking lot--and that is positive.

There was a call about a resident who assaulted his caregivers. This was not the first time the police had been called to this address. Everyone was calm when we arrived. The resident had taken his medication before we arrived and the caregivers did not want to press charges. Jim and his partner talked to the resident and made sure he understood what could happen to him and what his caregivers did not want to happen to him. The caregivers were told what their options were.

As we left to cruise the streets, an accident report came across the radio. Jim checked the location and radioed that we were on our way. Both cars had been driven to the side of the road and a fire truck was blocking one lane until the police arrived. No injuries, just lots of glass shards covering four lanes of traffic and broken automobile parts dangling from both vehicles. Jim’s partner began interviewing one of the drivers and Jim spoke with the other driver. They checked both vehicles for damage, talked with witnesses, and checked the scene of the accident. They told both drivers how accidents were handled in Sacramento, to contact their insurance agents, and gave them each cards with information to obtain police records in about two weeks. We stayed at the scene until both vehicles were towed.

In some parts of this sector, the houses and building windows are covered with bars to keep intruders out. Some businesses hire armed and unarmed security companies to patrol their business to keep them and their customers safe. Other parts of the same sector have older, well maintained homes, the lawns groomed, and large shade trees line the streets. It was while patrolling through one of these neighborhoods that Jim noticed an older Ford Bronco with a missing front plate. Jim ran the rear plate and found that it was registered to someone on parole. As the vehicle pulled into a driveway, Jim radioed in his location, told me to stay in the patrol car as he approached the vehicle with his hand on his gun. At this moment I looked at the situation sitting there in the car realize that my child is all grown up and ready to draw a gun if need be. Technology is so sophisticated in today’s world, but it still has glitches, like the couple of seconds the dispatchers couldn’t hear Jim on his radio and you can hear them calling out to him. It was strange to hear my son’s voice over the radio letting dispatch know he was okay and his partner had arrived. She immediately stood to one side of Jim, backing him up with her hand on her gun ready to draw if needed. The driver was asked to exit the vehicle and was then handcuffed and searched. A small plastic bag was found in one pocket which was secured as evidence and the suspect was put in the patrol car. His car was searched for drugs and no warrants came back on the driver. His driver’s license had expired and Jim confiscated it, and his registration was out of date. Jim and his partner determined the amount of marijuana was less than the state codes for arrest and wrote citations for the other items and released the driver. The drugs were weighed, logged, and recorded for evidence, then sealed in envelopes with tamper-proof tape.

A call came in asking for back up for another accident. One officer was already at the scene and Jim and his partner both responded. The first officer was flagged down by a citizen to report an earlier hit and run accident when a second victim stopped to report another accident that had also happened earlier in the day. Jim took care of the second victim while his partner and the first officer tried to get all the details on the first call. #2 was taken care of and left just as a citizen approached the other two officers to report someone had abandoned a vehicle that looked like it had been in accident several blocks away and matched the description of the hit and run. We stayed with #1 while the other officers went to see if the car was still parked. They radioed that the victim should follow us to ID the car in question; and it was. So one accident that happens in another part of town #1, moves a few blocks down before the driver flees #2, the victim flags down an officer at another location several hours later #3, and then they find the hit and run car blocks away #4. What are the odds in a city this size and hours after an accident that you could find the other car? Well the only thing that might be stranger is that at an hour and a half after we had been on the scene and were about to finish up paper work with four officers working this accident, a car pulls up and the hit and run driver gets out and walks down the street and says, “I did it, I’m sorry.” So much for being through with this accident. The officers interviewed the driver, asked his family, who had come with him for support, to move back to their vehicle and tried to sort out all the details. The victim from the hit and run was overly excited that the police found the driver, and she sent her mother to bring her family to the scene. It could have been a volatile situation but both parties just wanted to get the facts sorted out and no one yelled or got angry. In the end it will be up to the insurance companies to sort out who did what to cause the accident and who will be responsible. It is not always black and white when you first look at something. You need to ask questions, and sometimes ask again, before you can see the bigger picture.

Well, most restaurants in this part of town are closed at 9:30 PM or had stopped taking orders. As Jim and his partner sat in a parking lot doing reports and seeing if they needed to respond to any other calls, it happened to be the same parking lot of the restaurant where we had planned to meet my nephew Mike and his wife, Tiffeny, for dinner earlier. Life as a police officer does not revolve around set schedules for dinner once you are out on the street. We said hello, gave a hug, and then we were off patrolling again. It was quiet for a Friday night so Jim asked permission to take a dinner break. We ordered a pizza which we took back to the station and shared with several other officers.

The last call of the evening was a citizen who was wandering around a parking lot and the security guard was worried about her. She didn’t seem to respond to Jim when he called her by name as he approached her and she looked dazed and lost. She didn’t want to go home; she didn’t have any money, no place to stay for the night, no family to call, and no more options. Jim’s partner tried talking to her but with the same conclusion. They couldn’t turn her lose and have her turn up as a missing person or worse. She didn’t want to talk about why she didn’t want to go home, so they had no choice but to send her to the mental health hospital. She had been on medication, but her insurance had not started before she ran out of medicine, and by the time the insurance began she had been off the medicine several weeks and was lost again in a world she couldn’t control. Since it was almost the end of our shift, someone from the graveyard shift transported the citizen to the hospital, again to save overtime in an ever tightening budget in not just California, but every city and state.

The evening ended as it began, with a woman in crisis but at very different levels of understanding and control of their world around them. As a Christian I found it very hard to think of women, children, and families all over the United States dealing with violence either by their hand or at the hand of someone else. Health care does not exist for a large majority of the population and without it they are caught in vicious circle that ends badly, in many instances. Police men and women have sworn to protect and help the communities they work in, and yet have to fight every day some of those same people who are looking for an easy way out.

My night on the streets was probably a typical night. No lights and sirens, no big drug busts, no shoot outs, or high speed chases, just the everyday struggles the people in these neighborhoods live with. This was just one ten hour shift in a four day work week for my son. I’m thankful I could share a few hours to see what his job and that of his fellow officers is like. They are everyday people, like everyone else, just trying to make a positive difference.

He's for hire...

Yes ladies he does dishes, barbeques, and can paint your house.

This is my newphew "James"

Flying with Sammy Hagar

I was on my way home yesterday from the San Francisco bay area where I spent mother's day with my mom and family.

I was almost ready to board my Alaska Airlines plane when some curly blonde haired guy goes cutting in line and waving to everyone. I thought he looks like a old rocker, but couldn't see his face.

When I finally got on the plane, there he was sitting in the very first seat, waving and talking to everyone. I was right...Sammy Hagar.

When was the last time you heard that name? But the face and the hair, you will always remember.

Happy Mothers Day...Mom

Make a Smilebox greeting

Mothers Day Poppers

These little poppers are made from a cardstock tube, fabric scraps, bits of ribbons, felt flowers, a little sparkle fiber, and filled with Almond Roca.

I made one for my mom and one for my sister who I will be celebrating mothers day with this year.

Builders Paper known as Contractors Paper...an art studio must have

When Vicki taught our monthly art group the rubber stamp watercolor technique, she introduced us to a new product. She bought builders paper from the hardware store and cut it into large placemat size pieces for each of us to use as a work surface and protect the table we were working on. This instantly became our new favorite art material. It is 35 inches wide and the roll is 140 feet long. The best part is that it only cost $10.00 for the whole thing.

I’ve always used freezer paper over the work surfaces in my studio to protect them from glue, paint, embossing powders, stamp pads, gel mediums, alcohol inks, and anything else that can ruin a counter or table top. A roll wasn’t too expensive when compared to the cost of new counters if I screwed them up, but it wasn’t wide enough for my new work table. This covers the top, lies flat, and is very durable. It looks like a roll of common brown Kraft paper but builder’s paper is much thicker and all natural.

I found this in the paint department at my local Home Depot store. I am sure Lowe’s or any good hardware supply store also carries this.

Wednesday April 29th art card donation

Two weeks ago my monthly art group met and Vicki taught us how to make watercolor cards with rubber stamps and ink pads. It was so much fun and she provided an amazing array of specialty papers to mat our finished works of art onto.

I took one of my pieces and mounted it onto cardstock to make a crad and it was my Wednesday donation card for art this week.

I was given a gift of a new technique and I gave the gift I made away.

Las Vegas...nightlife

Las Vegas...it's more than the strip

Kelly and Kyle

March 2009
My baby girl just turned twenty-four and she is getting married. Kyle proposed and gave her an engagement ring for her birthday and she is so excited. Kelly is the first of my three children to get married and Larry and I flew to Las Vegas last week for the wedding, because that is where Kelly and Kyle live.

I sent Kelly and Kyle both an email letting them know how much I love them both and the first time I talked to Kyle on the phone he called me mom. Kyle promised to love my baby girl and always take care of her. That is, after all, what I really want--for Kelly to be loved and happy.

Kelly has some close friends to help her get ready and whatever Larry and I can do long distance, we will.

April 2009
Kelly called one night and gave me a website so I could see a picture of the chapel they thought about renting, but now they are going to be married on Mt. Charleston and have the reception at the Mt. Charleston Lodge.

Kelly sent another website with pictures of the dresses she is trying to decide on. Then she made a final decision on a dress and my job was to track it down. I spent about four hours on the web and making phone calls only to find out the dress will not be available until May. Not soon enough, so Kelly and Nikki took a day to power shop. Finally a phone call telling me she found a dress that she loves.

I spent several more hours looking at bridal flowers and trying to find a local florist. I emailed the pictures to Kelly to see what she liked and then called to place the order. Another check mark on the list of things to do.

I made the favors for the wedding guests and took them with us to Vegas. Small white organza bags filled with Sixlets (my dad always kept Sixlets in his pocket when he knew the kids, especially Kelly, were coming to visit). Kelly thought this was a perfect wedding favor.

Nikki is making the wedding cake. Neither Kyle nor Kelly eats very many sweets so they have chosen a gingerbread cake and a candy land theme.

Weather! Who would think weather would be a problem in Las Vegas. It’s Wednesday before the wedding and it is snowing on the mountain and it is 140 with the wind chill factor. The wedding is going to be on Mount Charleston (http://www.mtcharlestonlodge.com/mtcharleston/index.html) with the reception at the lodge. Forecast for Saturday is 650 so let’s hope the weather person has it right. A 5:00 PM wedding could be really cold.


It’s Thursday April 16th and it is really early. We are off to Vegas for the wedding. We are staying at the Silverton Casino and Lodge which is part of the Bass Pro Shop. Larry thinks this is the best idea of the whole trip. We arrived at 2:30 PM, picked up our car and missed the turn to our hotel. It’s okay because we are only one block off and going parallel to the freeway. A couple of turns and we arrived but the “Jill” the GPS navigator kept telling me to make a U-turn. Seems she thought we should be across the street.

We checked in, unpacked and waited for the kids to arrive for dinner. Kelly came through the door with a picture for me and Kyle had a kiss and hug for me. We stayed in the room and talked for quite awhile and then had dinner in the hotel. While we were sitting in the room we felt a jolt to the building and thought earthquake. The next morning we would learn it was a 3.1 with several aftershocks.

After dinner we discovered a 40’ Airstream trailer in one of the lounge areas inside the hotel that had been converted to a mini bowling alley. Two lanes and the pins were held up by ropes. We played several games and laughed the whole time. What a great idea. I wonder how much it would cost to find a trailer on EBay and convert one for the backyard.

Friday April 17th - Larry and I had breakfast downstairs in one of the restaurants and then did a quick tour of the Bass Pro Shop. The sales associate in the fly tying department asked us if he could be of any help. I told him Larry was looking for fly tying supplies for an upcoming fishing trip and I was looking for art supplies. I think I stunned him and he sort of backed away and said if he could be of any help to just ask him. We took pictures of the Bass Pro Shop motorcycle built by Orange County Choppers. We also watched the diver feed the fish in the aquarium that spans the entry into the hotel/casino and the Bass Pro Shop.

Larry had to work on a grant so I spent most of the day reading. I went out and found sandwiches for lunch and I read…and Larry continued to finish his grant writing. We went to dinner at The Salt Lick Restaurant inside the Red Rock Casino. Larry still has fond memories of the original Salt Lick in Texas that he frequented when he lived there.

Saturday April 18th – the wedding day and there is so much to do and the clock is ticking down. Kelly called a little frantic and said she didn’t want to throw her bouquet and give up her bridal flowers. I called the florist and they are making a smaller second wedding bouquet for her to throw so she can preserve her wedding flowers. Next it was time to pick up Jim at the airport and drop him off at his hotel, the Venetian. Kelly was getting her hair done so we went to pick up her bags and clothes. Back to our hotel so we change clothes and get ready. It has been a full circle around town and we are about to do it all again. Pick up Jim, the flowers, then stop to get Kelly where she is having her make-up done. Now it’s up, up, and away to the top of the mountain where prince charming awaits.

We arrived at the lodge and Kelly quickly changed into her wedding dress because we needed to get to the lookout point on Mt. Charleston where everyone was waiting for us. The phone rings and its Kim. There’s a problem with the cake and Nikki is in tears. Kim has it under control and now Kelly is worried about Nikki. Kyle calls and Kelly tells him we are on the way and to just keep talking on the phone.

What else could possibly happen? A traffic cop on the mountain just having a glorious day from his perspective giving out tickets to anyone and everyone. No, we did not get a ticket, but we worried about the unsuspecting guests who might get pulled over as they hurried to the lookout.

Kelly kept saying it’s just around the corner, but it wasn’t. Then Kelly would laugh and say this looks familiar, just a little bit farther. I think she must have been daydreaming when she was here before. Kelly tries to peer around the next corner looking out the front of the windshield as we continue up the mountain. We are looking for cars at every turn hoping this will be the lookout we are looking for and as we reached almost 8,400 feet we see familiar faces standing around a small turnout.

Larry is driving and Jim is riding shotgun in the front seat with Kelly sitting directly behind him. She ducked down quickly behind Jim when she saw Kyle to prevent him from seeing her until she walked down the pathway for the ceremony. The minister wants the wedding license and Kyle doesn’t know where it is. Kelly tells Kim that it is in her glove compartment. The photographer is all ready to go but we are missing a few of the guests. I have the bride’s wedding ring and instructions to hand it to Kyle2 and Kim has the groom’s ring. Finally at 5:30 PM, only a half hour later than planned, the wedding, is ready to begin.
The wind is picking up, the temperature is dropping, and everyone is looking for a jacket except the bride who is wearing a strapless gown and can only think about Kyle waiting for her on the other side of the walkway. 1 Corinthians 4 Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant. And the two shall become one.
Pictures and more pictures then back to the lodge. Some of Kelly and Kyle’s friends didn’t make it up the mountain in time for the ceremony so they drove straight to the lodge. Dinner, laughter, and more pictures. Finally Kelly and Kyle could sit down and relax. I don’t think either of them had more than three or four bites of food because they kept visiting with their wedding guests, but love and adrenaline are probably all they need tonight. At one point Kelly asked me to hold out my hand and when I asked why she said she wanted me to hold her caterpillars. Well I pulled my outstretched hand back quickly and she laughed as she held out her false eyelashes for me to keep safe.
Time to cut the cake and we could only hold our breath. Kyle and Kelly are so much alike so we wondered if they would lovingly feed each other cake or would they play with it. They cut the cake and each took a piece, holding it up and smiling before smashing it into each other’s mouths. They were laughing and then took turns wiping the cake off each other’s faces before finally having to wash it off. Kyle and Kelly have found their soul mates and we wish for them a happily ever after life filled with love, laughter, and friendship.
Kelly’s dress is a long white strapless gown with a black satin band under the bust and down the back of the dress. She has white leather flip flops with rhinestones on each big toe. Kyle wore dress tan khaki slacks, a black shirt, and a black and grey stripped tie. Nikki caught the bouquet and Jim caught the garter. We even got a picture of Jim wearing the garter as a headband.
There were wedding bubbles for everyone to play with and the wedding favors to take home as mementos. Time to leave the newlyweds alone.
The only time I cried was when Kyle danced with me and said he really felt like part of the family and he loved me. A new son in the family and we are so happy.
Larry, Jim, and I headed back down the mountain to downtown Las Vegas and Fremont Street. Jim had never seen the lightshow and it was early, only 9:00 PM. We arrived just in time for the start of the hourly show. We listened to the bagpipers performing, street artist painting with spray paint, and took tourist photos of the iconic signs. We dropped Jim off at his hotel because he was meeting a friend later that night and we headed home to our hotel room to unwind.
Sunday April 19th everyone was having lunch with the newlyweds at a Mexican restaurant called Lindo Michoacán. After lunch, Kyle, Kelly, and Jim headed off to Bass Pro and Larry and I went back to our hotel room. The kids called about an hour later and wanted us to come bowl with them in the Airstream trailer. There was a waiting line so the kids played pool, drank ice tea, and we waited our turn. When Kelly and Kyle had to leave, Jim stayed with us to visit before we dropped him off at the airport. We splurged on the way back to the hotel for decadent In-N-Out Burgers for dinner.
April 20th - Monday morning we had a power breakfast before some serious Bass Pro shopping for Larry’s annual Canadian fishing trip. All those tackle boxes at home full of flies, feathers, fancy string, beads, and leaders would make one think you had enough stuff, but just like my art studio that I keep stocking with new supplies, so must Larry find new super duper, the fish can’t resist, flies. We stopped off in the shooting arcade inside Bass Pro so Larry could try his marksman skills and he scored higher than Kyle and Jim did earlier…lots higher! We spent some time lying out by the pool, soaking up the sun and the warmth in the afternoon and it felt wonderful. We stopped at Hooters Casino to get more signatures for Dave M’s t-shirt before heading off to Red Rock Harley-Davidson. It was a huge store but we were the only customers. Larry bought something for his bike but I just couldn’t make myself buy a t-shirt with skulls on it.
Last stop of the day was dinner with Kyle and Kelly at BJ'S Restaurant & Brewery across from the Red Rock Casino. Five days and it went way to fast. I didn’t lose a daughter I gained a son.

The Ribbon Ring

http://www.ribbonring.com/

I saw this ribbon organization system months ago on a website but could not find it locally. After CHA, Stampadoodle and the Paper Cafe began stocking the ribbon ring and I bought one the first day they were available.

I spent the next day organizing my ribbons by color and emptying glass canning jars filled with clothes pins wrapped in ribbon. The garbage can filled up as I opened drawers full of ribbon spools and worked on my new system. Vintage ribbons and seam bindings all have a new home where they can be seen an appreciated. I had forgotten I owned so many ribbons because they were tucked into so many different places and now the ribbons are dazling hanging on their tabs from an O ring on the back of a closet door in my studio. The only ribbons not hanging on this system are short pieces that are wound onto embroidery cards in a plastic see through fishing tackle box.

I am now going to order the jumbo size that holds 2" ribbons and wonder what to do with all the space the ribbons have vacated. The only problem I had with this system, is that my husband watched me pull my stash of ribbons out to organize and and sat in stunned amazement at my collection.

Unique Art Frames

What a great idea to create a new piece of art each day and if you don't like it, just make a new one. This would be a terrific gift for mothers day. http://photojojo.com/store/awesomeness/paper-pad-doodle-frame

Pat...A Talented Artist

Last fall while I was attending my Wednesday demo class at Stampadoodle, a wonderful artist named Pat volunteered to host an art group of anyone who was interested at her home once a month. It was going to be a mixed media group, all artist welcome. Wow! What a great way to meet other artist in a relaxed atmosphere and share what you like to do.

We have artist who work in clay from beads to dolls, glass plates to beads, knitting, stamping, watercolor, paper, I think we have it covered. Last night Vicki taught he a watercolor technique with rubber stamps and stamp pads. Vicki brought all the supplies and after we have played and stamped several pages of designs Vicki spread out a table full of papers so that we could make cards or bookmarks with our designs.

Pat had cookies and tea and we chatted about what everyone had been doing and upcoming plans. We watched Pat put her hens to bed in the most adorable playhouse looking hen house. They waited by the gate when it was time to go in for the evening and she said if she doesn’t give them a little treat they won’t sleep. I think she had seven and each on different and unique.

Pat makes the most incredible clay dolls that are not your average doll. They are whimsical and each little face has a story to tell. Pat is very modest when she talks about her dolls but she truly is an artist and you can see one of her dolls featured on the polymer clay daily blog: http://polymerclaydaily.com/2009/03/23/pattees-odd-times/

I am lucky to be part of group of artist who love what they do and share what they love.

The New Computer

Saturday night at 10:43 PM and I had the very basics of my computer up and running. You think if a computer technician copied everything from you old computer that he would then install it on the new computer. Well in a perfect world that would happen, but not in my world.

So I got home Saturday night expecting to just hop onto my new computer and get acquainted with the new features. No email. I could receive email but couldn’t send anything. About two hours later and we finally had it working, well sort of. Now while we were trying to make the email system work, we discovered the printer didn’t like the new computer. After several tries and the security software finally being told enough times that yes it was okay to allow a change we could print. Good thing because my EBay auctions just closed on Friday and I had to print packing slips and postage.

I opened up IE7 and clicked on my favorites to find an empty folder. I seem to have a folder on the drive with all my old computer information on it, but it is just sitting there waiting to be installed. Not so fast. I can’t download updates because it wants to put the updates in my personal folders and not the program files. Why? Well it seems my computer was set up and I am not the administrator. It’s a funny thing to own a computer but have no control over it. Good thing Larry was in charge of dealing with asking why instead of me on Monday morning.

All those programs I have that help me do my art work and keep me organized are all waiting to be installed one by one by guess who. No, that isn’t going to happen. Seems most of my editing programs are 32bit and my new system is 64bit so I need to search out and buy an editing program.

The screen is great. I can have two word documents up at the same time. The screen is HD so the colors are vivid and the sound system is amazing.

Well the tech arrives within minutes to do all that should have been done before last Saturday. Cross my finger, knock on wood, and several hours from now I will be a much happier puppy as Larry says it.

Wednesday 4-8-09 art card donation

This card uses a distressed double sided card stock. One side looks like Italian plaster has been scraped across it. The colors are blacks, gray, and white.

One of the birds is cut from flocked paper and the other from a printed card stock. They are both glued to a heavier card stock.

The red felt flower is topped with a chipboard button and glitter glued on top.

Three chipboard button hearts each have a red ribbon tied through them attached with thick mounting foam to give them depth.

The poem inside reads:

Just one tweet
That’s all it took
Love took flight
With wings of hope
You set my heart
All a flutter
Now true love soars
Forevermore

Auctions...Part II Herman Mille 4H Program

Last Saturday night Larry and I attend an auction to benefit the Herman Miller 4H Park. Our friends Dave and Dawn Johnson have been a part of 4H since their children were young and even though their children are now grown, they continue to support the 4H program.

Each year an auction is held to raise money to complete the buildings and grounds. The Northwest Washington Fair Expo Building in Lynden was filled with rows of tables filled with items that started at a $1.00. A live auction would follow later in the evening.

Larry and I opted to have a chili dog and soda for dinner before we got down to the business of checking out the tables. We found a spot at the back of the room where we could later have a good view of who we might be bidding against if we found something we wanted to bid on.

Our friends Brian and Nita who are both involved with the 4H program were there, also. Nita was planning on bidding on a Harley coat in the live auction. (Yes she won.)

We placed our bidding number on several items in the silent auction and then sat back down and splurged by splitting a piece of two layer chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. The size of the cake slice could have fed four people.

The live auction was about to begin and we had checked out the items, circled the items we were interested in and we were ready to bid. We lost a couple, let several go, but in the end we think we had the best items of the evening, at least to us.

We were the high bidders on the silent auction table for a gift certificate we will use for dog food; Nothing for the cat, but maybe Ally won’t notice.

Larry won the auction for a one half hour parachute plane ride over Whatcom County when the weather warms up. He has already talked to the gentleman who donated the ride and Larry is excited as he has never done this before.

The second item we won is an all day guided fishing trip for two on either the Skagit River or the Snohomish River. The gentleman donating this trip even offered a third option to Canada fishing. Larry takes a one week fishing trip each year and since we got married that has been the extent of his fishing. This auction item will be a real treat for him.

The fourth item we won is from Devine Gardens. Starting in mid May we will pick up a 30-40 pound box of vegetables at the Ferndale Farmers Market each Saturday through mid October. This was the first year that this item had been offered and I thought it was just amazing. We doubled checked that this was not a typo and really was 30-40 pounds each week. We won. Larry looked at me and reminded me that he doesn’t even really like vegetables. I told him he would learn to love them. Vegetable soup, sautéed, steamed, grilled, etc. Of course we will share with Michael and Ryan and Larry’s mom. If we are out of town on a Saturday, we will need the boys to pick up the vegetables or, as a back up, ask someone from our small group to pick them up and share. I can hardly wait until the market opens and we see what our first box holds as a surprise for us.

We wrote a check, collected our winning sheets and thanked our friends for telling us about the auction. The winning bidders not only took home a prize but helped a very worthwhile project that helps children have a safe place to ride their horses.

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A New Computer

My husband Larry is co-chair of the local Communities In Schools http://www.whatcomcounty.ciswa.org/ for Whatcom County. On Saturday March 21st, CIS held their Inaugural Friend and Fund Raiser for Education with an auction and Improv performance by local high school students. The event was held at The Leopold Hotel in the Crystal Ballroom.

The Leopold Hotel in Bellingham Washington was built in 1899 and was originally called The Byron Hotel. Leopold Schmidt was a brew master who established the Bellingham Bay Brewery and bought the hotel in 1910. The hotel was then named after him upon his death. The Leopold Hotel is on both the National and Local Historic Registry and is presently used for retirement apartments. During the 1940’s the hotel was a getaway for famous movie stars to relax in style.

There were a large number of auction items up for bid but I had my heart set on winning a new computer that co-chair Mark Knittel was donating from his business, Data Doctors in Bellingham. I was the successful the bidder and on Tuesday March 31st Larry and I met Mark for lunch at Busara, a Thai restaurant in Sehome Village and we talked about what I had on my current computer, what I needed to have on a new computer, and what I wanted to have on my new computer.

I want a speedy computer. I want to be able to have multiple web pages open, several photo programs open for editing my art, and word documents if I am writing poems or articles. Mark made several suggestions for operating systems, browsers, security software and computer back up recovery systems.

The pieces and parts have been ordered and Mark gave me the option of helping build my own computer when everything arrives next week. I know my limitations! I can use bits and pieces of almost anything to create art in my studio and I can use the more basic photo editing programs to help create my art, but much more than turning my computer on and I am lost. I decided that talking with Mark about what I wanted for a new computer was as close as I wanted to be in building it. I do want my computer to work when it’s built, so I will leave the technical details to the experts. I will bring Mark my old computer drive, my back up drive, and software; then they can synchronize, combine, merge, and mingle everything into one brand new, speedy, zip and zoom computer and then I can bring it home play.

Days! Just a few more days and I can kiss this noisy, slow computer good-bye.