This is the way some of my little friends "hear" it......
"Your awfully wedded wife...."
"You're such a man kick (romantic)."
"The Barbie's aren't kissing, they are doing mouth-to-mouth separation."
June 26, 2014
More Of My Child's Art Work
This picture is very big and heavy. It is maybe 5' x 4'. (I guess I could've measured it to be accurate....but you get the idea...it's just big and weighs a lot!)
Again, I am not going to properly describe the technique, but this is how I saw it done:
It was made with layers and layers of paint which is why it weighs so much. At first, it looked like just colors haphazardly and sloppily (I wonder if my son will appreciate my professional description) being applied. But then he started to carve out (for lack of a better word) certain parts revealing the colors that were deliberately chosen backwards to forwards to show through. Then he painted more on top of the rest of the picture. O.K. that's all I'm going to say because I'm not helping, but look at the end result!
Again, I am not going to properly describe the technique, but this is how I saw it done:
It was made with layers and layers of paint which is why it weighs so much. At first, it looked like just colors haphazardly and sloppily (I wonder if my son will appreciate my professional description) being applied. But then he started to carve out (for lack of a better word) certain parts revealing the colors that were deliberately chosen backwards to forwards to show through. Then he painted more on top of the rest of the picture. O.K. that's all I'm going to say because I'm not helping, but look at the end result!
June 5, 2014
Child's Art Work
Here is more of my son's artwork!
I'm bummed because I couldn't find the original canvas picture I thought I took of just the start when it was just a blue wax canvas.
So this is all wax. He started out pouring (?) the blues and then added the white into that. (I am sure I am not using proper descriptions of his technique....but hey, I'm just a proud mom is all...)
This is the finished piece. But look closely...
(Here is a link to the REAL picture-look how similar!)
http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/stgeorge/
He used STRING for the foliage...
Isn't he AMAZING?!!!!!
I'm bummed because I couldn't find the original canvas picture I thought I took of just the start when it was just a blue wax canvas.
So this is all wax. He started out pouring (?) the blues and then added the white into that. (I am sure I am not using proper descriptions of his technique....but hey, I'm just a proud mom is all...)
This is the finished piece. But look closely...
(Here is a link to the REAL picture-look how similar!)
http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/stgeorge/
Isn't he AMAZING?!!!!!
May 29, 2014
The S.A.M. Story: EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
Being awaken from her deep, anesthetized sleep she heard a subdued, distant voice, "Good Morning Beautiful. Open your eyes." Feeling groggy and some pain, smiling, she put out her hand and opened her eyes wanting to touch and see him, hoping he would be there, knowing he had come, someone she had waited for and sooo needed to see. But it was not him. It was the doctor.
Saddened and disconcerted, this caused her to recall her final S.A.M she had sent to the publisher-" He was always just a fantasy I dreamed of and made into whom I wanted him to be. He never was "real"."
Pain reeled through her, not from the surgery but from her heart, and tears ran down her cheeks into her ears, as she tightly closed hers eyes trying to push out reality. Grieving the loss she had created. She drifted off into a deep sleep, knowing that in this space in her life, she was physically alone and wouldn't ever be receiving the sweet texts she had yearned for and had written about.
It had been her fingers, that had typed the words, that the story had come through, and yet she still acted perplexed and disappointed with the unfavorable ending. Where was that magic wand? Where were her messages? Where was he?!
******************************************************************
Her friend quietly helped her get into the car, placing her hospital belongings in the back seat and assisting her with the seat belt. No words were spoken then, because good friends "just know" as did hers. Getting behind the wheel, her friend reached over and squeezed her hand, looking with empathetic eyes directly at her and succinctly said, "It will all be o.k."
Turning on the car, the radio filled the silent, dead space between them with music. As she both longingly and blankly stared out the window, she braced herself for her new life that would now be filled with loneliness and immeasurable sadness. Although he had just been a fantasy delusion, in an eccentric way, he had sufficed for companionship. She now knew that once again her existence would be one lived in solitude with no "cyber" anything to fill the "space" in her life.
The words of the song playing in the background, typed their way into her head, making her listen more intently as she heard what was impossible......it was the song she had written in her manuscript.....and it was his voice over the air singing......to her.....
Priceless and beautiful beyond compare,
With the rest of my life I want you to share.
I will stay no matter what, always by your side,
As we will now become groom and bride.
I will stay no matter what, baby will you stay with me
Not just for today but for eternity?.............
THE END
Note: Although inspired by real people and events, (and real clothing I own) in my life, this story is fundamentally, fictional.
The S.A.M. Story has been "spread out" over a months time, so maybe it would be a different read, now that you are able to go back to the beginning, reading straight through, without the "cyber breaks". Some pieces may also now "fit together" and make more "sense". Enjoy!
I said in the beginning (here) that I was trying my hand for the first time at a short story and I asked for your input.
I want to thank all who offered words of advise and encouragement (sounds like my own little academy awards speech doesn't it?) and to the faithful readers throughout this process!
As it really was an unpredictable process, formulating a full blown story, evolving as each day arrived!
Being awaken from her deep, anesthetized sleep she heard a subdued, distant voice, "Good Morning Beautiful. Open your eyes." Feeling groggy and some pain, smiling, she put out her hand and opened her eyes wanting to touch and see him, hoping he would be there, knowing he had come, someone she had waited for and sooo needed to see. But it was not him. It was the doctor.
Saddened and disconcerted, this caused her to recall her final S.A.M she had sent to the publisher-" He was always just a fantasy I dreamed of and made into whom I wanted him to be. He never was "real"."
Pain reeled through her, not from the surgery but from her heart, and tears ran down her cheeks into her ears, as she tightly closed hers eyes trying to push out reality. Grieving the loss she had created. She drifted off into a deep sleep, knowing that in this space in her life, she was physically alone and wouldn't ever be receiving the sweet texts she had yearned for and had written about.
It had been her fingers, that had typed the words, that the story had come through, and yet she still acted perplexed and disappointed with the unfavorable ending. Where was that magic wand? Where were her messages? Where was he?!
******************************************************************
Her friend quietly helped her get into the car, placing her hospital belongings in the back seat and assisting her with the seat belt. No words were spoken then, because good friends "just know" as did hers. Getting behind the wheel, her friend reached over and squeezed her hand, looking with empathetic eyes directly at her and succinctly said, "It will all be o.k."
Turning on the car, the radio filled the silent, dead space between them with music. As she both longingly and blankly stared out the window, she braced herself for her new life that would now be filled with loneliness and immeasurable sadness. Although he had just been a fantasy delusion, in an eccentric way, he had sufficed for companionship. She now knew that once again her existence would be one lived in solitude with no "cyber" anything to fill the "space" in her life.
The words of the song playing in the background, typed their way into her head, making her listen more intently as she heard what was impossible......it was the song she had written in her manuscript.....and it was his voice over the air singing......to her.....
Priceless and beautiful beyond compare,
With the rest of my life I want you to share.
I will stay no matter what, always by your side,
As we will now become groom and bride.
I will stay no matter what, baby will you stay with me
Not just for today but for eternity?.............
THE END
Note: Although inspired by real people and events, (and real clothing I own) in my life, this story is fundamentally, fictional.
The S.A.M. Story has been "spread out" over a months time, so maybe it would be a different read, now that you are able to go back to the beginning, reading straight through, without the "cyber breaks". Some pieces may also now "fit together" and make more "sense". Enjoy!
I said in the beginning (here) that I was trying my hand for the first time at a short story and I asked for your input.
I want to thank all who offered words of advise and encouragement (sounds like my own little academy awards speech doesn't it?) and to the faithful readers throughout this process!
As it really was an unpredictable process, formulating a full blown story, evolving as each day arrived!
May 28, 2014
The S.A.M. Story Part XX
PART XX
He wanted his pre-proposal to "bait" her, as was their unofficial but usual way of "playing"-an enchanted 'high' of sorts for them. It was all part of what had made their relationship so addictive. Like an enslaving, habit-forming drug, it always left them wanting and needing more, making "space" so hard to accept, and deal with. Never quite being enough, yet momentarily exhilarating, thus heightening the dependency and the ecstatic joy. It was the "fun" they so loved about their relationship and each other.
His plan was to propose, by serenading her, only this time it would be with HIS words in his song, expressing all the feelings he had kept hidden; safe from exposure, rejection, and pain. From her. It was his most revealing and vulnerable, sheltered S.A.M. yet....awaiting disclosure. One that would leave him hoping for approval, and acceptance.
He set the plan in motion. Knowing she would be astonished and bewildered not expecting it, he elatedly typed in 'And they lived Happily-Ever-After', pushing SEND to her at the same time she, crossing cyber paths, typed in, 'And they lived Happily-Ever-After' and SEND......
Only his was going to her, while hers were the closing words of her manuscript she had been working on for close to a year, sent to her publisher (wanting to get it to him before her hospital stay). She not knowing he was drawing closer to her, him, not knowing she was done.
Tomorrow will be the epilogue and final entry.
He wanted his pre-proposal to "bait" her, as was their unofficial but usual way of "playing"-an enchanted 'high' of sorts for them. It was all part of what had made their relationship so addictive. Like an enslaving, habit-forming drug, it always left them wanting and needing more, making "space" so hard to accept, and deal with. Never quite being enough, yet momentarily exhilarating, thus heightening the dependency and the ecstatic joy. It was the "fun" they so loved about their relationship and each other.
His plan was to propose, by serenading her, only this time it would be with HIS words in his song, expressing all the feelings he had kept hidden; safe from exposure, rejection, and pain. From her. It was his most revealing and vulnerable, sheltered S.A.M. yet....awaiting disclosure. One that would leave him hoping for approval, and acceptance.
He set the plan in motion. Knowing she would be astonished and bewildered not expecting it, he elatedly typed in 'And they lived Happily-Ever-After', pushing SEND to her at the same time she, crossing cyber paths, typed in, 'And they lived Happily-Ever-After' and SEND......
Only his was going to her, while hers were the closing words of her manuscript she had been working on for close to a year, sent to her publisher (wanting to get it to him before her hospital stay). She not knowing he was drawing closer to her, him, not knowing she was done.
Tomorrow will be the epilogue and final entry.
May 27, 2014
The S.A.M. Story Part XIX
PART XIX
As the relationship had been full of unexpected fun and surprises he wanted his proposal to be nothing less than unique and exceptional and something she didn't see coming. He wanted to keep it edgy and lively. Something beyond belief, that would shock her and that she would never forget. So he asked his best friend who was a musician to compose music for "her song". He then enthusiastically detailed a plan of how he would 'present' it to her.
The day was approaching; a deadline of sorts for her. So much was going on inside as she felt apprehensive, anxious, scared and a deep sadness knowing that there would be a loss of varying degrees to be grieved. She decided because of unforeseen possibilities she would contact and inform him before her surgery about her medical condition. Just in case.
She knew and accepted, that after she "sent" this last text, that her life was about to change in many ways. Her priorities, her outlook, her routine, her future. Although she knew that much, she had no idea what those words would actually “look” like. What they would play out in day-to-day living. What her prospective life would be. Who she would be tomorrow. Or even just a few hours later. But she was ready. Well, as ready as you can be for something that had no guarantee.
For although her fairy tale story had started modern, she still wanted it to end classic.
As the relationship had been full of unexpected fun and surprises he wanted his proposal to be nothing less than unique and exceptional and something she didn't see coming. He wanted to keep it edgy and lively. Something beyond belief, that would shock her and that she would never forget. So he asked his best friend who was a musician to compose music for "her song". He then enthusiastically detailed a plan of how he would 'present' it to her.
The day was approaching; a deadline of sorts for her. So much was going on inside as she felt apprehensive, anxious, scared and a deep sadness knowing that there would be a loss of varying degrees to be grieved. She decided because of unforeseen possibilities she would contact and inform him before her surgery about her medical condition. Just in case.
She knew and accepted, that after she "sent" this last text, that her life was about to change in many ways. Her priorities, her outlook, her routine, her future. Although she knew that much, she had no idea what those words would actually “look” like. What they would play out in day-to-day living. What her prospective life would be. Who she would be tomorrow. Or even just a few hours later. But she was ready. Well, as ready as you can be for something that had no guarantee.
Not knowing what her post surgery prognosis would be was one
thing, but letting him go, losing him, was going to be the hardest. Because she
did not know what his response would be and how she would be affected by it. She did not know if she would ever see him again, because it would be up to him, whether he would ever want to see her again.
Over
time, he had become part of her daily life. What she woke up to,
thought about continually, and formulated her life around. He had
become a part of her. Something she could no longer deny nor
erase even if she wanted to, as he had become engraved on her heart.
She was forever changed by admitting him into her life and would never
be able to alter that, even if desired. His absence would leave an
undeniable void. (What she didn't know was that he, her cyber-heart mate, had already made his decision).
She
felt most comfortable texting her final words as technology had always
been their primary way of communicating. So she typed out a short
letter: 'Hey u.....a new S.A.M....I have to have surgery very soon.....I
will talk to u as soon as it's over.....I am sending u my "love story"
so u know where my heart and time has been spent for most of the
year......please read, knowing how "real" it is for me and how my life
will forever be changed because of it. And always remember the words
'she' longed to hear in the ending of her story were: "I now pronounce
you man and wife". For although her fairy tale story had started modern, she still wanted it to end classic.
May 26, 2014
S.A.M. Update
ATTENTION: To all you S.A.M.readers,
(here's the link for you newcomers)
http://theunexpectedlife2010.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-sam-story-part-i.html
I did not just end the" story" with "THE SONG"
http://theunexpectedlife2010.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-samstory-part-xviii.html
(here's the link for you newcomers)
http://theunexpectedlife2010.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-sam-story-part-i.html
I did not just end the" story" with "THE SONG"
http://theunexpectedlife2010.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-samstory-part-xviii.html
although, I did disappear for almost a week with no notice. Sorry, I can be
unconventional and even flaky like that sometimes :-0 Tomorrow (Tuesday) there
will be one of the closing, last PARTS to the story so make sure to check for the
updated link! And Wednesday it will end so keep posted
Thanks for being such Loyal fans!!
unconventional and even flaky like that sometimes :-0 Tomorrow (Tuesday) there
will be one of the closing, last PARTS to the story so make sure to check for the
updated link! And Wednesday it will end so keep posted
Thanks for being such Loyal fans!!
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