tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125081832009-07-14T11:07:07.933-06:00Snippets of an anxious, wanna-be-full-time artist. An animal lover - so love me? Love my dog. Life's a kick in the pants, so laugh while you can! I'm usually confused, but pleasant. I'll try to be witty, and pretty, and leave you with that.gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-16819100143019465202009-06-24T10:13:00.002-06:002009-06-24T10:18:02.790-06:00

Margaret Cho and Amanda Palmer singing “Hey Big Dog”

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-36841120150085893862009-06-05T08:08:00.003-06:002009-06-05T08:56:32.773-06:00

Up early, bright eyed and bushy tailed...Make that 'blurry eyed' and forget about the tail all together.I'm struggling to come up with some interesting metaphor to explain these days and get this blog rolling but I haven't found one yet, so bare with me. Once and a while a bird will chirp and rouse me back to the keys...CLICK. Mostly, I've just been staring at the blinking cursor (I think it's

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-54866145111908621092009-05-01T09:12:00.010-06:002009-05-01T14:19:04.361-06:00

The other day mother nature had a surprise for me.I'd woken up early, the dog was unusually asleep, I'd fed the fish, and decided to open up the drapes in the living room to let some sunlight in. Normally I don't do this and leave it to my significant other before he makes his way to work. It was perfectly quiet for the upcoming moment.It was when I parted the window covering that I'd exposed my

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-35680026049813750582009-04-12T00:41:00.005-06:002009-04-12T01:20:08.583-06:00

Just popping my head in, to say 'I'm back!'So many blog buddies are on hiatus, and this space gets lonely.I can breathe a sigh of relief, as Jane is back. Is everyone else's life as upside down as mine lately? It's like one week of stability, then the rest of the month is topsy-turvy. I haven't found the magic pill or renown diet to deal with the likes of me yet. So I guess I'll just feel really

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-89331866365007943042009-01-15T15:39:00.004-07:002009-01-15T15:48:11.690-07:00

Someone pointed out this fantastic cartoon about pet obesity. Have a chubby puppy? Weighed down kitty-cat? Here's some insight to why your fur-baby suddenly piled on the pounds...

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-31397511064424702382009-01-08T09:14:00.009-07:002009-01-08T17:54:32.057-07:00

The Widgipedia galleryrequires Adobe FlashPlayer 7 or higher.To view it, click hereto get the latestAdobe Flash Player. I've got a bit of... what's the word I'm looking for? Not 'cabin fever'. I'd say... erm...'WINTER WIG-OUT'. Yep, that's definitely it.If I rub away the fog and take a look out the window, it's as if the snow has erased any trace of life outside. From the neighbors - right

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-55451998483272613262009-01-06T10:19:00.005-07:002009-01-08T11:13:16.382-07:00

The Widgipedia galleryrequires Adobe FlashPlayer 7 or higher.To view it, click hereto get the latestAdobe Flash Player. I prefer to muddle through the list of changes to make, the additions and subtractions I'll be creating in my life, AFTER January.Why?Everybody is already well on their way to breaking the recent resolutions they've made for the new year! After the stress of holiday

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-67344968984770857412008-12-03T11:43:00.003-07:002008-12-03T11:59:09.880-07:00

Insurance isn't all it's cracked up to be. Lucky to have it, unlucky what it might not cover. Bittersweet as the pills it offers to access. I'm sick of the what not and who for. Five days from a possible solution, to sit with the doc and mull it over. The meds have their price. Sometimes it's the side effects, withdrawal. Then again, often the cost is money. Each of these question what can be

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-21372802053006738732008-10-30T02:21:00.002-06:002008-10-30T02:25:17.452-06:00

...When it's late at night I can hear my computer chomping on bytes, as it takes it's sweet time doing the simplest tasks. Maybe it's tired, and it's brain is hurting and that's it's way of cussing. Hmmm.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-79567025152000909212008-10-21T02:14:00.004-06:002008-10-21T02:31:47.418-06:00

OK. I'm finally totally hating this up all night thing.I feel strange, as if sensing impending doom. I know that sounds paranoid, tense, deranged. Perhaps it is. Then again, maybe it isn't.I'd rather not feel like this. The truth is I'm not fond of roaming about night after night, it's really lonely and dull. Now I just hate it, hate it immensely. The days don't look any brighter. Being awake is

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-24488956547156680742008-10-03T23:33:00.003-06:002008-10-04T00:07:35.808-06:00

Ever been home-sick?Well, I've been ever so, heart rending days-gone-by blue.I fret at night instead of sleep. I ache with lonesome these nights. Dreams just remind me of my faults and failures. If they only had a pill to stop them, I'd be happy. So I stay awake as much as I can until bed wins. When all I'm able to notice is how the sheets feel good between my toes and I'm too tired to think for

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-11432787503936204942008-09-28T00:48:00.003-06:002008-09-28T01:18:51.117-06:00

I've been up frittering away the hours of darkness on my computer while those around me sleep fairly restfully. I'm in such envy of it. After a week of self inflicted night shifts operating in my own lonely hell, I feel alienated and cheated.I just despise the dreams that come when my head finally hits the pillow, after I pop a pill hoping my madness will go away. It's taken as though it will

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-58969447345139739602008-09-18T15:00:00.006-06:002008-09-18T16:04:14.153-06:00

Last night I refused to fall asleep. At least until my brain stopped nattering on and on in the background. When I finally went to bed it was 6AM and even then I had to take something to do so.Well, this afternoon I woke up with a jolt to banging on the back door, a bit frightened by it's urgency I went to answer. If I wasn't familiar with my neighboring Father's abrasive manner I would have been

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-38942196620314776052008-09-12T12:35:00.006-06:002008-09-12T13:49:09.427-06:00

It's a perfectly sunny day that insists on being enjoyed. Since it's already September and fall is on the horizon, it best not go to waste. Gotta do the outdoorsy thing while you can. Time for a cool drink with a shovel in hand, as I myself have some grave raiding to do. Allow me a moment while I attempt to unearth this tale for you...Our front yard has attained a few new features this summer.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-85562014004014152952008-09-11T12:49:00.003-06:002008-09-11T13:24:48.766-06:00

So starts a slump day following a tumultuous night.My throat feels like I swallowed a giant sized panda, which is hard to bear I'd say (not sure where that pun came from).Up too late with little sleep and too much cheese, my dreams were so very frightening! I closed my eyes to spy the treachery brought on by pink wailing babes, hell bent on murdering their newborn kin. I doubt horror writers

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-77904489259397933542008-08-22T11:57:00.007-06:002008-08-22T17:54:52.781-06:00

Some may wonder what I've been doing. My artsy whims aren't the easiest to track. Often I find myself going in more than one direction, riding the free sail of an art spirit arriving wherever inspiration takes me. I paint, I design, from there I grow.I love to see other peoples creative renderings just as much as making my own. That is what brought me to Etsy. I just love the unpretentious,

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-83661680740135883132008-08-21T12:59:00.007-06:002008-08-21T14:00:57.080-06:00

Life has been virtually the same. I have my off days, my better than most days - just like before. The only thing I've added to the mix is a tidbit of creative work in a community setting and it's made me feel better about myself.I have to keep my work load low to keep the stress level down because I still have the uncanny ability to fall apart easily. I try not to self evaluate and accept that

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-73501324696350086752008-07-03T12:10:00.002-06:002008-07-03T12:28:44.231-06:00

I'm having an uncreative day, which is not a productive attribute for an artist. Then there is the business side of it all that could stand my attention. That too is super hard to pour myself into while in this currently bland head space.What does one do to stir the senses? Is there a way to inspire, making opportune moments of productivity instead of this blankly staring kind?

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-14995968545541335892008-06-09T10:03:00.007-06:002008-06-09T11:02:36.330-06:00

Sometimes it's so hard to write. It's time I did though. A little over a week ago after a long stretch of ills we decided it was time to say good-bye. I'm so sorry for trying to evade this feeling and my attempts not to become attached to a dog both sick and old.You were a wonderful girl, Speckles. We will love and miss you always.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-89336719277286940282008-05-30T12:57:00.003-06:002008-05-30T13:55:56.944-06:00

Wow, have I ever been busy! I'd almost say I'm starting to create a life for myself, somewhat (beyond the duller existence I'm accustomed to). Although my patronizing doubts keep stomping away, there has still been some progress.Those moments I've made my way from under my rock are something.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-57927580169096936682008-04-15T16:17:00.002-06:002008-04-15T16:20:13.160-06:00

I've been so busy at the computer, and yet little time to blog or stay in shape. Goodness I think this little item might just be the answer...

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-76122464598882379422008-03-04T22:38:00.001-07:002008-03-04T22:39:30.299-07:00

Someday, maybe...I won't have to go to the dentist.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-10463122432945630882008-02-13T10:03:00.003-07:002008-02-13T10:17:17.249-07:00

This reminded me of Amelie's persistence this morning...Sometimes my dog is the best damn alarm clock. Now I just have to figure out her 'snooze' setting.

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-48730146099544171152008-02-11T14:45:00.000-07:002008-02-11T21:47:05.879-07:00

It's been either silly cold here (think below -40 if you factor in the wind chill) or dramatically warm for the season (like spring thaw) the past week. All this climate change seems to tap into my mood and very disposition. From freezing to tepid temperatures my body gauges the rise and plummet of the thermometer. Seriously, I've such a headache! Not much of a surprise with the likes of such

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12508183.post-86612735780134799872008-01-17T00:54:00.001-07:002008-02-07T11:55:36.516-07:00

I can't sleep through an entire night. What little naps I do partake are doused with dreams so stirring I end up feeling less than rested. That said, I'm all the more weary upon waking.I am so wary of another night's specter. An offer of disquiet discouragement handed by insomnia's fidgeting fingers. Such a grasp of apprehension.Blanched pale as snow, my sunless eyes in shadow. I've been

gabbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187072526723415377noreply@blogger.com7