art, tazmanian devils, goats/souls streaking over the pits of hell.

so kammer came over and tried to teach me how to paint. he is a good teacher. i am a bad/slow learner. i wish i had a jeanie in a lamp that would give me three wishes.

1. i wish i could paint and do all sorts of artistical things.
2. i wish i could go to scottland.
3. i wish that i could have my cake and eat it too. (chocolate please)

yes. so a little explaination on kammer's rather ambiguous entry. i made brownies. this was after we started the lesson on painting. i made them as fast as i could and then enjoyed the rewards of my labour. licking the bowl.

we have a tradition in this house. you get as much batter out of the bowl as is neccessary. that means get the stuff out, but leave lots to lick. sometimes we fight over who gets to lick the bowl. (and when i say lick the bowl, i mean the bowl, spoon, rubber spatula, and anything else that "happens" to come in contact with the batter in the brownie making progress.) one time when i was younger, mom made brownies. mer and i wanted to help her lick the bowl. but no. she ran away and locked herself in the bathroom and selfishly got the bowl to herself. well the other night was my night. i got everything. lock stock and barrell. i had the time of my life licking that bowl. and it tasted great! i look up after a couple of minutes of intense bowl-licking to see kammer laughing at me! i mean of all the nerve! it is hard work. and a certain ammount of intensity is required in the ART of bowl licking. so as gracefully as i could (i mean how graceful can you be with a chocolate ring around your mouth, a rubber spatula discarded and your finger dripping with batter?) i asked him what he was laughing at and then finished my treat. so there. i rest my case.

well the art lesson digressed into a doodling with oil paint. and we came up with this interesting bit of "modern art". i dunno if art is the right word for it. dad says one part looks like a soul streaking over the pits of hell. the soul started out as a goat. ben was doodling and the doodle turned into a goat and the goat into a flying something-or-other. i guess a flying soul. it is quite the interesting picture! kammer decided to place an angry buddah in the picture. maybe that all fits in with dad's take on the whole thing. i would include a picture, but alas. it won't upload. (by the way is anyone else having trouble posting entries? or is it just me???) i guess wookies can wield paintbrushes as well as blasters and crossbows.

that was the evening. as much as i can remember. it is all kinda fuzzy.

as to the tazmanian devil aforementioned in the title, yes well that IS a story. heidi and i were driving downtown today and we passed this couple walking along the side of the road. i thought the lady was walking a little funny. i had seen people with clubbed feet before and was just starting to feel sorry for the poor lady when i realized that her feet weren't clubbed. she was wearing big, fuzzy rather larger-than-life tazmanian devil bedroom slippers. it wouldn't have been so bad except she ws wearing a sunday dress. a sunday dress with pretty flowers on it and hose. she looked liek she could have been on campus or something. i got scared. i thought "oh, heavens to betsy. now i have seen everything." heidi graciously allowed me to blog about it. =)

so that was my day, and painting/attempt at painting experience.