This and That

Feeling a tad out of sorts.

But I did make this today.

Hand cut paper collage.

And way too much Photoshop.

Thoughtless Thursday

Nothing quite like taking 300+ pictures at a wedding, where everyone is expecting nothing but the best from you, and only like 3 photos are salvageable.

Here's a handy little tip to anyone out there planning a wedding:

If you want nice pictures, don't insist on having everything from the ceremony to the reception lit only by candle light. Camera flash will make you look awful.

Th-th-th-that's all for today folks.

What's In a Name?

The following is a conversation between Big Man and myself while we poorly attempt to come up with a clever name for my soon-to-be- yet totally-running-behind-schedule-Etsy store:



Big Man: Drawings by T-Brain

Me: T Mack's Diddley Doodley Doodles? Poocasso?

Big Man: Fleshy Art n Stuff

Me: Fleshlights?

Me: PayMeBitches?

Big Man: Uncultivated

Me: Not Cultivated By Standard Agricultural Methods Shoppe?



Obviously it's not going smoothly.

FYI

Clearly I stink at keeping up with this whole blog-a-day thing.

Ah well.

FYI, I had a great weekend.

Ball of Disgust.

I'll be taking this weekend off from blogging.

Busy weekend ahead.

Any who...I need to talk about something that's been bothering me.

My cousin is marrying their same-sex partner this weekend.

I am so excited and happy for my cousin, it's verging on the realm of ridiculous.

However, I am disappointed to report that some of our family members do not share my feelings of joy for the happy couple.

So much so, that they refuse to even go to the wedding.

Everyone is entitled to their opinions and beliefs. I am not religious AT ALL. But I had no reservations about going to all of their weddings, held in church's...Roman Catholic church's. Stand.Sit.Kneel.Stand.Sit.Kneel.God.Jesus.God.Mary.Joseph.God.Lambs.Lambs?

And it just breaks my heart that these people, these family members, REFUSE to attend this wedding because it's for a gay couple.

I guess I keep thinking about my own child. What if he grows up and one day announces he is gay? Will my family refuse to go to his wedding?  How sad.....

It's just rude. And...I don't know if this is the right word but... embarrassing. For the couple's parents. Embarrassing for the significant others of those who WILL be attending the wedding. For those who refuse to go. And for the entire family.

To each his own I guess.

But it just down rights disgusts me.


Sigh...

Maybe The Dingo Ate Your Baby.

This is Steven.

                    

He's an American Dingo.

aka Carolina Dog.

aka Dixie Dog.

aka Native American Dog.

aka Southern Aboriginal Dog.

Or at least we think he is.

He turned 11 two weeks ago.

Big Man has had him since he was a pup.

The women whom he got Steve from had an entire van full of various puppies. She claimed this one was part Chocolate Lab, part Huskie.

Big Man convinced himself Steven was Huskie and Shepard.

I wasn't convinced with either.

So one day I'm watching Animal Planet ( I think that's what it was), and there's a special about the history of domesticated dogs. And there was Steven!!

I rushed to the bathroom door, where Big Man was perched upon his throne, and told him he HAD to come and see this!

Immediatley, I start frantically Googling "American Dingo". And I come across this website...

If "That looks just like MY dog!" is your first reaction to the photos above, then perhaps you're fortunate enough to own a living piece of history...a CAROLINA DOG...also called the American Dingo, the Dixie Dingo, the Southern Dingo, the Native American Dog, the Indian's Dog, the Southern Aboriginal Dog, and just plain Ol' Yaller Dog!

Yes! Yes I AM saying "That looks just like MY dog!"

I put together a little picture collage and sent it straight to the Dingo Goddess herself, Jane Gunnell, who is the head of the Carolina Dog Assosiation.

And what do ya know? She told me "Steven looks like he could of stepped directly out of one of my very own packs!"

Quoting the site: The hypothesis is that these dogs are the pure descendants of the feral pariah canids who came across the Bering land mass 8,000 to 11,000 years ago following the human tribal masses. 

Pretty. Darn. Cool.

Steven's pretty fantastic. All 90lbs of him.

He rarely barks. Only when there is definitely something amiss. Rather, he whines and "talks" and sings, doing little dances shaking his head back and forth. My nickname for him is Stevie Wonder.

And for being 11 years old, you'd never know it. He's as spry as any other pup out there.

From what I've read, American Dingos are mostly free of any of the usual problems prevelant in other large dogs, and can live a healthly problem-free life for 20 years!!!

Amazing.

So far, from everything I've researched, Steven fits the personality and behavoral traits of an Amrican Dingo exactly.

I would highly recomend this dog to anyone out there looking for a large breed. I encourage you to poke around the link I posted (here it is again http://www.carolinadogs.org/index.html) whether you are interested in getting a dog, or just to learn how insanely cool these little pieces of furry history really are.

Busy little bee...err butterfly.

I've been quite busy the last two days trying to figure everything out in order to open an Etsy shop.

What kind of paper?
Printers?
What's my niche?
What do I start with?

I'm somewhat clueless. And it makes me dizzy. Thankfully I know a lot of geniuses who have been more than willing to give me advice and the occasional swift kick in the rear.

This butterfly in my backyard was also quite busy today (to which my neighbor and about 5 of his friends watched me for god knows how long, chasing this thing around my backyard, in the mud, all whilst trying my best to dodge piles of dog poo and get a decent picture.... Thus is my life.)

I'd also like to take the time to apologize for not being the most exciting/informative/funny/______ blogger. But this is me. And my not-so-exciting life as a self proclaimed hermit/stay-at-home-mom. So take it for what it is, because well....this is it.