Thursday, November 27, 2014

Free hand sketches

Pictures I have drawn.

Before I fell and hit my head this is the level of art I did.... 

It isn't that anymore but, I'm trying. 



Key, Tapemesure, Microphone, heart box, and want to be whistles 

A want to be whistle

Something I did about a year and a half ago

Bowling Pin with face and hat...

This is supposed to be my grandfather... Nobody recognizes it. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Two headed turtles

I must be dreaming. That could be the only explanation for the red sky... red sky... oh no... I feel my cheeks grow hot remembering the last time I was here getting chewed out for my inability to put one and one together and come up with three. 

I shake pulling myself out of that line of thought. I look around me. Like always I am surrounded by people. Characters from so many different books and series that it seemed illogical but that was the logic of Ooladada. 

"Hello, good sir, might I ask..." I take a deep breath. "What is going on?" worry crept into my voice. 

"Oh, dude, hi, we were about to go burn some rubber." He said indicating the weirdest race car ever. 

I gulp. How did I get myself into this type of crowd? I shake my head and sigh. I open my mouth to say something, But was interrupted by the shaggy man. 

"Might you be Princess V.K. ? Because we were supposed take her with us." 

The color drained from my cheeks. "Yes sir, I am. Might I ask where we are going?" 

A lady in a black leather outfit appeard out of nowhere. "Howard, is that the princess." 

"She says she is." 

"Well then we need to pack up and move out. We have miles to burn." She grabbed my elbow. Nerece, Pleased to meet you princess, we can talk on the road, There is something you need to see." 

Next thing I knew I was ridding inside that car with it going like a million miles a second. They were not kidding when they said 'burn rubber'. Nerece and Howard jabbered at me from the front seat there mouths going just as fast as the wheels of the souped up car. 

"Sweet ride huh dude?" Howard yelled over the engine. 

"It would be sweeter if it slowed down a bit." I answered. 

"Can't do that, We have a long way to go and You might not be here long enough as it is." 

I sighed and clung all the tighter to my seat. 

"Don't worry. We won't crash unless you want us to. You're the Anka after all." Nerece comforted me. 

"Thanks." I said through clinched teeth. Long ride was right with us going as fast as the car could go it still took us hours to reach our destination. The sky began to grow dark and the road became more and more rough we went from rolling hills to flat land to bog in a matter of seconds. Finally they started slowing down and was able to get a good look. 

"Getting pretty close." Howard yelled back. 

"Pretty close to what?" 

"Don't know, But I hope you will."  suddenly he slammed on his brakes and we came to a screaming halt.  

"What..." I look out the window to miles of upturned turtles. "Where are we? 

"Don't know the name just know that this is where the trouble is." Nerece said. 

"Trouble or turtles?" I asked half teasing. I climbed out of the back window and picked my way through them. I could sense pain from them. I wondered at this and started helping them flip over but still they all writhed in a drug like state. I glanced up at the sky. It was growing later and later. 

After traveling for miles we stopped at an dinner to grab a bite to eat. Not for me for I wasn't hungry but for my companions who clammed they could eat a horse. 

Now to the part of the story that actually matters. 

While we were eating, I suddenly saw/felt someone throw me/it off of a cliff then suddenly snap as if a rope was wrapped around me. I jerked back into the hear and now and quietly slipped outside. I followed the still present trail from the vision. till I came to the cliff that I saw. I looked out over the edge to see a small box turtle hanging from a rope tied about his middle I pulled him in untied him and gave him some food and water. 

After taking a few bites a second head appeared. "We/I would like to thank you Anka VK for coming to my/our rescue." 

"My honor, Do you know why I was brought here to begin with?" I asked still confused by the days advents. 

The turtle shook it's heads. "Can't you tell? I did not believe it, you are slow." 

My cheeks grew hot. 

"Look around you? Isn't there something odd going on?" 

Besides the fact that you have two heads, and I saw millions more turtles upside down unable to right themselves." 

The turtle took a deep breath. "Yes, but those are just products of a much bigger problem. You can't see it because You are not looking. Turn off you Ankulen and live like us for a second then you will see what I am talking about." 

I did, I had not realized up until that moment how dark it was. "My!" I said turning it back on.

"He is on the move, You have to warn the Anka and Anku, I can't promise they will be able to see it. He has already taken over this world, and he is after more." 

"Are you talking about the Polistoichedren?" I asked. 

"No, It's master. The prince of darkness. He is on the move." 

With that I woke up. 

Thursday, May 1, 2014

What if?

This is a post I wrote up during January then after I was done didn't have time to edit and then forgot completely about it. enjoy 

Many years ago I decided to decorate my room. I wanted a cheep, easy way but something that would remind me of not only who I am, but what I want to be. A Christ-like servant.

I thought for a long time, months in fact and Christmas came. Now my mother has one of the most amazing spiritual gifts in the world. The gift of research. Now you might be thinking 'how can that be amazing?' Trust me. For one who struggles with it it is very amazing. My mother is a walking, talking encyclopedia, and it is far easier to do the research by saying 'mom I need help.' and she points out a link or three or a hundred and tells me to have fun. But one year I asked for unique Christmas songs.

Santa bring me a dinosaur, The Loneliest lonely, A song about what Reindeer do Christmas day before they pull Santa's sleigh, are some that Mom found but the one that captured me I think was titled Christmas year round  or something like that. Honestly I have never been able to get all the way through it for many reasons. One, about half way through the song it.... Lets just say I have pretty perfect pitch and There were some sour notes in there. Two because it is five and a half minuets long... and repeats itself over and over and over again.

But there is a reason why it caught my attention. During one of the verses it says

what if the seasons kept on changing 
but the kindness and, 
the goodness and, 
the feeling of rejoicing never went away at all?

What if we treat others, year round, the way we treat them during the holidays. The thought... well... startled me, surprised me, shocked me. I suppose that is what I like about music. that.... part of it that makes you stop and think. 

I listened to the first half over and over and over again during the Christmas holidays. Meanwhile trying to decide how I wanted my room, My Aunt bought my sister a package of Purple and black ornaments. My riddle was salved. 

I went to the store and while everything was fifty percent off or more I bought the Pink set, Green set, Blue set, silver set, and seven Pink and green and Purple big ornaments. I had my answer. 

My room still has the ornaments hanging from the ceiling as I go to sleep at night I gaze up at them and I remember. What if? What if I do treat others daily, year round, the way I treat them at Christmas, with love, and compassion, a servants heart. I see them every morning when I wake up and it reminds me of my goal. To be Christlike. It also reminds me of my savor's life. How he was born in a lowly stable, true it was the stable used for birthing the sacrificial sheep, but still a stable. He grew up trained in the skills of a carpenter. Left his home at thirty to serve and teach. Then finally died in our place on a wooden cross, he was buried, and then rose again the third day according to the scripture. 

What if the seasons kept changing, but our attitude towards each other stays the same year round. No, we don't have to give gifts, or buy needless objects. But strive to treat others daily the way we want to be treated. To live daily with a Christmas attitude. I don't succeed. I doubt I ever will. There will never be a time during this life in which I can, without fail live that type of life. But God is helping me achieve the goal. Each day I try, Each day I fail, Each day I am forgiven, each day I try again. 

No life isn't easy. It is almost never fair. But I have a goal. And my room reflects that. One question people ask is why is the first ornament when I come out of the restroom say Merry Christmas. Why did I put it there. It is because My life is dirty. My soul was like a dirty rag before Jesus saved me. The world was dirty like a bathroom. But... but He did come, and we celebrate it during Christmas. And year round I want to be reminded of that fact. The world is dirty without Jesus, and it will be till he returns and cleans it up. 

As I glance around my room I see elements of myself. My T-shirt quilt that I helped make, sewing desks, bed, canisters filled with the mess I don't want people to see... (as if it is all that neat at this time) But if I look up I see the ornaments and I am reminded, of who I am, and what I am to become. I am a dirty, rotten, pig-like sinner. But Christ has saved me, he has redeemed me from my sin. And cleansed my soul and written my name in the lamb's book of life. And what did I do to deserve this? Nothing... Absolutely nothing. Honestly I don't deserve it. I should still be in that pig pen but Jesus loved me, loved you, so much he came, died, and rose again the third day. And all I have to do is accept that, repent of my sin, admit that I do not deserve to go. And have (this is a hard one) have faith that he will. I will forever try to serve Jesus. I made the choice to have him be my savoir years ago, But letting him be... letting him be my LORD is a day in, day out choice. 

What if the seasons kept changing?  But we did not, nor did our attitude toward each other? 

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Intro to Strong Woman? Or female Bully?

(this is on both blogs)

In working with my women characters I have realized I need to, for myself define 'What is a strong woman?'

What brought this on was Star Trek's Captain Kathryn Janeway. I am a die hard Trekkie and have watched almost ever single S.T. TV episode. While watching Voyager I was amazed by the character. Star Trek's goal was to make a political statement of 'women can lead too.' After watching the series I was still left with the nagging question of 'what is a strong woman?' and more importantly 'was she a strong WOMAN, or a strong willed person that just happened to be physically a girl. (I will delve into Janeway in a future case)

After watching the series I started pestering my mother on the 'strong woman' issue. I have just finished Door Post's  Polished Cornerstone A Proverbs 31 women curriculum for young girls. The Curriculum delves deep into all the aspects of woman hood, leadership, home making,  honesty, kindness, memorization, Joyfulness, and so forth. So I know what is expected of a woman but I wish to strengthen my skills in developing and spotting Strong Women.

Throughout history leadership has been a 'man's job' with but a few exceptions like Cleopatra, Queen Elizabith, Queen Victoria, Jezebel Ahab's wife, Abigail one of King David's many wives, Esther, Ruth, and others. But there were exceptions. What made the exceptions 'strong'?

For the next bit I will be doing a study examining famous women in history, Women I know personally like my Mother, Grandmother, An adopted Aunt of mine that happens to be a supervisor at McDonald's, and if I can My former Boss at the Equestrian Center I used to work at, as well as two or three Pastor's wives I know. Fictional women like Cinderella's stepmother,Captain Janeway,  Diana Troi from Star Trek, Maid Marian from Robin Hood, Wendy from Peter Pan, and others, and figuring out what is the definition of a strong woman, and who is a strong woman, and who is, in my oppion a bully. (this blog will have the interviews and fictional women, Making Me a servant will have the Historical Women)

Currently my hypothesis is A strong woman is a Woman that Men do not feel threatened by. They respectfully not only acknowledge the fact that the woman is skilled but yield to them the tasks that the woman is better than them in. A Strong woman does not flaunt her skill or attorney at the men or insist upon it. nor snatch it away from them she simply is. If anything the Authority she has is thrust upon her by another. Whether it is in motherhood, queen-ship like Elizabeth and Victoria, or in being a mayor like Sarah Palin, or a Captain like Janeway.

If anybody would like to join me in my mission I would enjoy the company I will probably be on this tangent for at least a year, maybe two or three There are a lot of women to cover and I doubt I can do more than two a week.

( I will set up a linkup as soon as I figure it out. Please just comment below if you do one.)

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The lowest of these

I don't know exactly when I first noticed the Vulture, It dark body and sun burnt head. I only know that During the course of my life I have watched them. Swooping, diving, gliding effortlessly across the sky, perched hither and thither around the area in which I consider home, or just dealing with that which I would not consider even approaching.

This Spring I have had the opportunity to take my experience with them to a whole new level.

Early in March my father called from the barn ordering me to the barn Now! I raced down expecting to find a rabbit dead or a cat or dog needing me for some reason or other, it wasn't. My father had found, behind the barn, a nest. My first sight of it was my black dog Toffee dashing off with the egg in her mouth. My best friend eventually caught her and returned the egg.

Vena, As I named the mother Vulture. Lost her mate about two weeks later, leaving us to help feed her. Vena would not for any reason... ok she did some leave her nest so we brought meat scraps down to her. I want to thank the person who brought us Beef Liver, she loved it.

She nested for about a month. Since I was down there everyday to take care of my rabbits, Vena and I created a ... standoffish type relationship. I would sit in my chair about ten feet distant and just sing. At first she would lie low and try to hide slowly she got used to me and I was soon just another part of the hubbub of the barnyard noise she would, even growl along with me. Yes Vultures Growl.

Then April 26 early in the morning the eggs hatched. Two brown fluffy vulture chicks no bigger than my fist. One by one my family came down to see the newest arrivals. Most schools watch Bluebirds or Cardinals or Mocking Birds but not us, We watched the two of them grow up.

People have described the sound they make as 'like standing beside a highway at rush hour' I'd say that that is a pretty good way of putting it. 

For about twelve weeks I watched the baby vultures grow from chick, to fledgling, to a  spoiled, feathered puppy that followed me everywhere. 

Vashti and Vonnor, is what I called them Vashti is the one lying down and Vonnor is the one standing up in the picture above. 

The greatest day was when the started flying, Oh it was so funny. They would hop about then try to take off, fail, get up, and try again. 

I, like with the mother, though I was near them, never got close. I would be walking up from the barn and hear a noise, turn and there they were. 

So it was. I loved them, in a way. Sometimes they would hide. Honestly I missed them when they did. 

As the cool air came upon us the two alighted on top of the Rabbit hutch just as I arrived, They nodded twice then took off again to join the hundreds of others circling... 

And so I have gained a greater appreciation for these 'low down, discussing critters.' Never will I ever look at a vulture the same way after all I have experienced, and learned.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Deck the Stalls

My Best friend and I were, during the holidays goofing off online and came across this horse shirt that said  "Deck The Stalls" After much giggling we rewrote Deck the Halls. I hope nobody is offended, This was only in fun.

Deck the stalls with bails of dry grass.
Tra la la la la, la la la la, 
Tis the season to eat more grass. 
Tra, la la la la, la la la la

Dawn we now our nice warm blankets. 
Tra la la la la, la la la la, 
I'm getten' fat on carrots.
Tra la la la la, la la la la, 

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