When I told Ben that Bea Arthur had died, he immediately gave a most concerned look to the gerbil cage and back at me, anticipating a melt-down from his wife at the death of her pet. He was visibly relieved when I told him that, in fact, Bea Arthur the PERSON had died, not Bea Arthur the GERBIL.
For the record, my favorite episode of the Golden Girls is the one where Dorothy auditions for Jeopardy and totally excels at guessing the clues, but is not invited to appear on TV because she's cocky and the Jeopardy people don't believe anyone would root for her.
I don't know if guys realize it or not, but every group of women my age, at some point in high school, college, and/or their first few jobs, have assigned themselves and their friends Golden Girl characters. I think it probably goes without saying that I was always and unanimously elected Dorothy for the group...leading in part to my great affection for the woman and the legend, Bea Arthur. RIP Bea.
On an unrelated note, I think I got a little bit of ant poison in my mouth while I was unpacking groceries tonight. My stomach hurts, but I think I'll make it.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Facts of Life
Ben and Amanda and I had our friend Donna over for super terrific pizza night and a movie of Donna's choosing--Donna picked a hit! Christopher Reeves in "Somewhere in Time." This also happens to be my mom's favorite movie. Everything was cool until Anne called me from the Timothy House to tell me that one of our most steady residents came home high.
I'm so sad. It makes me want to pray and cry and lift weights and paint all at the same time.
So, I'm going to lift weights and pray and listen to music. When I'm done with that, I'm going to figure out how to draw Jeremiah feeling like the word of the Lord was fire in his bones. It will be Bible illustration #3, if I can figure out how to draw it. Initial sketches are going well.
Until that's done, please enjoy this poor quality photo of a mare and a colt standing in a field (probably in Middle Earth, like Gondor) that I painted for my neice...
...YES, Napoleon Dynamite helped.
I'm so sad. It makes me want to pray and cry and lift weights and paint all at the same time.
So, I'm going to lift weights and pray and listen to music. When I'm done with that, I'm going to figure out how to draw Jeremiah feeling like the word of the Lord was fire in his bones. It will be Bible illustration #3, if I can figure out how to draw it. Initial sketches are going well.
Until that's done, please enjoy this poor quality photo of a mare and a colt standing in a field (probably in Middle Earth, like Gondor) that I painted for my neice...
...YES, Napoleon Dynamite helped.
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