Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
iPhone Art: Big Winner
A co-worker of Rand's celebrated a birthday this past weekend. She and another friend went to a local casino, to blow a maximum $100. She ended up winning around $900 on a slot machine. Rand asked if I would commemorate it as iPhone Art so he could print it into a birthday card for her.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
iPhone Art: New & Improved??
Aha! Did you notice a new color. I downloaded a different app that has more colors. I will play with it and see if I like it as well as my SimpleDraw. june2009
iPhone Art: Feigh Top O'the World
At the same agility trial, Feigh decides she likes the view. It is hard to coax her down.
May 2009.
iPhone Art: Drew bales off
At a recent agility trial Drew blew a QQ or 2Q or 'double q' by baling off the A-frame too while in the blue. May2009
iPhone Art: LeBron
This is Rand's favorite. He chuckles every time he sees it. My inspiration was after watching the Cavs lose in the semi finals and seeing how sad LeBron looked. I was rooting for them. :O(
iPhone Art: Roman Nose
For some reason I really like this one and currently use it as my iPhone screensaver.
May2009
Monday, September 1, 2008
Homemade Gifts are the BEST!
I celebrated a birthday this past weekend. According to Rand, the "kidz" usually let him know what they want me to have and he sets about making sure I get it (what a guy!) Apparently this year they wanted me to be able to have some spending money at Nationals (smart animals!) so Rand go creative. These were enclosed in a brthday card, signed by all our animals. I just love Rand's attention to detail (note Calle and Torti resing on a basenji).
Monday, August 18, 2008
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.........My Basenji is having heart problems,,,slow heart rate (40) and high blood pressure...have had her to University of Fla, they have her on meds but meds are not helping..any suggestions?
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Sunday, August 3, 2008
What's up with these poems??
Growing up I always enjoyed writing, mostly trying to write little rhythmic poems whose words rhymed, creating a kind of cadence. Sadly writing became an infrequent companion as life got in my way; that has a way of happening. I’m looking to get back into things I enjoyed as a kid, which means revisiting the past. Some early attempts are logged under August.
I AM ASHAMED
I am ashamed to be whiteA common thread with those who fight
Fight they do for all delusions
Bred in them by parents confusion
Skinheads, bigots, Ku Klux Klan
Reduce our nation with their racial brands
Adolf Hitler, David Duke
These are the people we don’t rebuke
For the world that will grow
From the hatred that they sow
Which makes it hard to find a place
Where racist problems can be erased
Is this the America in which we pride
Where liberty and justice is just a lie
Because these people “preserve” the whites
They take away minorities rights
Why must color determine fate
Why must color give or receive hate
Why must humans seek the differences
Why must color have such significance
Can this earth rise above
Instead of hate breed more love
For if we can’t the “heaven” we’ll find
Won’t be the one we have in mind.
©sinbajé1965-2008
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I was living in a small midwestern town when I started the above poem. The town, with only a handful of minority people even living there, experienced a number of cross burning incidences. At one point members of the KKK, or those offshoot radical groups came to town to rally. While it was not largely attended, I just remember feeling very disturb by the whole thing and needing to record my feelings.
Pesky Candles
We begin our little birthday fable
Gathered ‘round the family table
Where one little girl, we call Deveau
Patiently waits to start the show
Amid balloons and party hats
(Being careful of those curious cats)
Momma carries the cake all alight
Mouths start to water; who wants the first bite
But wait just a second the cakes still aglow
Hoping for the traditional blow
So give us a moment and let us see
If little Deveau will remain at three
Or can the air that she’ll store
Be enough to blow out four
She huffs and puffs and lets it go
Well, well what do you know
Deveau has done her very best
And put those pesky candles to rest
Family members now shout with glee
Deveau is no longer stuck at three
Off she goes to magical four
A whole new world she’ll need to explore
And so we end our birthday tail
In time to send it off by mail
Here’s wishing you a special day
And wonderful things to come your way
©sinbajé1965-2008
Gathered ‘round the family table
Where one little girl, we call Deveau
Patiently waits to start the show
Amid balloons and party hats
(Being careful of those curious cats)
Momma carries the cake all alight
Mouths start to water; who wants the first bite
But wait just a second the cakes still aglow
Hoping for the traditional blow
So give us a moment and let us see
If little Deveau will remain at three
Or can the air that she’ll store
Be enough to blow out four
She huffs and puffs and lets it go
Well, well what do you know
Deveau has done her very best
And put those pesky candles to rest
Family members now shout with glee
Deveau is no longer stuck at three
Off she goes to magical four
A whole new world she’ll need to explore
And so we end our birthday tail
In time to send it off by mail
Here’s wishing you a special day
And wonderful things to come your way
©sinbajé1965-2008
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My niece Deveaux (spelled Deveau at that time) was getting ready to celebrate her 4th birthday. I thought it would be fun to send her something personal, along with money. This was my attempt. I have to admit - getting it ready for blogging, a mere 13 years later, I did a little tweaking; as ever, never satisfied with the final result. Could be why I am not an artist. :O) The artwork was drawn today using my very archaic paint program and a mouse.
One Wayward Bird
Well, well I should have known
You’d want a poem all your own
So climb up here unto my knee
And I’ll tell of how you came to be
A stork began his yearly flight
One hot August night
In his mouth a precious bundle
The first delivery he chose to bungle
Though clearly marked for “The Palace”
The stork heads west into Dallas
Towards a family he likes more
For royalty is SUCH a bore
Gently wafting through the air
The cargo landed in our care
Wrapped inside you wouldn’t believe
Our very own Princess “E”
Of course this was too long ago
For Momma, Pappa and sister Deveaux
To recall all that occurred
Beginning with one wayward bird
This is where I must end
For now I have a card to send
Wishing to you, Echo Marie
A very happy number three
©sinbajé1965-2008
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As the beginning of this poem attets to - Echo's mom and dad felt she needed a poem too so as not to be left out. I have learned over the years - whatever you give one child, you most assuredely should give the other. Like Deveaux's poem - I might have tweaked it from the original. The artowork was drawn today using my very archaic paint program and a mouse.
Relative Size
You’re making a mistake his friends would say
If you don’t allow him in the game to play
Come on coach just give him a shot
To prove to you, all that he’s got
So he’s small in stature, what’s all the fuss
He’s got more to offer then any of us.
With his lightening speed and agile grace
To not let him play would be such a waste
‘Cuz his quiet strength and inner resolve
“To be the best, a step above”
Serves him well in all that he tries
And makes one forget his relative size
What better lesson for one and all
To succeed in life you don’t have to be tall
If you don’t allow him in the game to play
Come on coach just give him a shot
To prove to you, all that he’s got
So he’s small in stature, what’s all the fuss
He’s got more to offer then any of us.
With his lightening speed and agile grace
To not let him play would be such a waste
‘Cuz his quiet strength and inner resolve
“To be the best, a step above”
Serves him well in all that he tries
And makes one forget his relative size
What better lesson for one and all
To succeed in life you don’t have to be tall
©sinbajé1965-2008
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A special man in my life would tell me stories about how, growing up, he was often overlooked by football coaches due to his being shorter then the other players. You could tell it kind of hurt - this was my way of letting him know "I understand".
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