I’m going to start showing this to women I date. Maybe they will get that being “brutally Honest” can be a bit of a disorder.
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
wine is an acquired taste. if you don’t like it, acquire some taste
Yep, pretty much my life.
Sometimes I think when people text me during a holiday they are more “checking for life” than joy to the the world or some such thing. Like instead of a “Merry Christmas” text, it’s more of a “have you committed suicide today? Because that would depress me. Oh, you responded, good, now I can move on with my own holiday”. But I’m weird this way, so maybe it’s just me. :/
I'm sorry for your loss. It's really tough to lose someone close, especially your only mother. Stay strong good sir.
Thank you very much. I’m trying to hang in there…trying.
Thought I'd drop by for some reason I started thinking about your blog yesterday..but anyways I'm sorry for your loss :/
Thank you very much. It was a trying time then, and it’s a trying time now still.
My mother passed away Tuesday evening. She was 82 and was diagnosed in May with a brain tumor on her left parietal lobe.
What can a son say about his mother?
My mom was my best friend. As adults, we would deconstruct any problems we had, together, and most times come to a solution. But even when we could not, there was solace and magic in the talking.
My mom was pragmatic in her reasoning and continually grounded me when I went astray.
I in turn was able to get her to see some issues from another persons view. Not aways in her comfort zone, but she always appreciated the conversation. As did I.
My mom did not have a degree in Art. She had a Masters Degree in Education actually. But everything I know about Art now, started with her.
As a child I learned from her to think out the box and that objects could be perceived in different ways, and as different things.
Latter on, we would compare notes on projects and new art mediums we were trying on for size. Some ideas were big hits, and some were hilarious disasters.
My mom was the first artist I knew, and the first Master Crafter I had the honer to apprentice with ALL my life.
She will be so missed by myself, my brothers, the family, and every student she ever interacted with. There is a void some say time will fill, but I honestly can not see how.
My version of “Little Red riding Hood”.