ahem

ah poo

you know what?

i am sick of this crap!

lets do something else tomorrow night huh?

lets go to the beach and sing and play drums!

lets go to someone elses opening

I was going to say something rude about Jac's opening then but have decided not to as it would not be in good taste and i am not humerous just now, only boring

but i am well hung!

ah well, we shall see if all this crap is worth it tomorrow...

and perhaps i shall never do it again

how sad

i don't even have butterflies anymore

or the energy to hit the caps button

stress is exhausting isn't it

choke.....

Ummmm

2 more sleeps

WTF???

How did I get into this?

oh dear.......

hanging tonight

gulp

ah poooooooooooooooo

hmmmmmmmm

Blogger has just found two comments that need to be moderated for me....

from LAST YEAR!

go blogger

apparently we would be revived if we changed our blog titles

am pondering this

what to change it to??

More Boring Drivel from the studio???

Daily and yet not??

Be Back Later???

noooo...thats Jens

Ummmm....

I know

Inspirationless!!

or

Too Tired

Okay, enough of that.

Did you know that only ONE person showed for Arty FArty today??

Whats that all about??

Are you all sick of me??

or sick??

Maybe a rethink on artclass is in order

I will give it a couple more weeks though.....

Anyhoo, am very busy taking photos of work and am just recharging
stupid camera for the next bit

Am getting more nervous and yet not as the day grows nearer

Normal I guess

Plurgh

Must go and stare at paintings some more and feel slightly sick

Am thinking of Kristy working today....

xxxx

ha ha ha

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. -- Alan, age 10 No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with. -- Kristen, age 10 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED? Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.-- Camille, age 10-------------------------------------------------------
HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED? You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.-- Derrick, age 8--------------------------------------------------------
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON? Both don't want any more kids.-- Lori, age 8 ----------------------------------------------------
WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE? Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough. -- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date. -- Martin, age 10 ----------------------------------------------------
WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE? When they're rich.-- Pam, age 7 The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that. - - Curt, age 7The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do. - - Howard, age 8 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED? It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child ) --------------------------------------------------------
HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED? There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?-- Kelvin, age 8--------------------------------------------------------And the #1 Favorite is........
HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK? Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a dump truck. -- Ricky, age 10

okay okay

I actually am alive...I swear!

A lot....

I am hiding in cave only because I must to do what needs to be done....

In between caving life goes on....I haved ho-ed at backpassage and shopped and cooked and not cleaned as Diana would have seen today

Darlin' has been entertaining other women whilst I have been ho-ing

The exhibition which shall hanceforth be known as 'shit' is looming....

just over a week to go

gulp

still.....

in my hibernating cave time I have been productive and am almost ready for it

as ready as I shall ever be anyway

gulpchokespitetc

There is only so much one artyfarty can do in a month!

and so it is

Am feeling remarkably calm in spite of late nights due to inability to sleep.....although I would have slept last night had the alarm next door not gone off high pitchedly for hours.....

am going for healing tommorrow with someone who is she but not she....excellent

am now the proud owner of a packet of red dots that I will fully expect to be attached to paintings soon.....

and a visitors book

ahhhhhhh........gulp

farewell xx

and on and on and on and on.....

My life in point form

This week I have

• painted
• destroyed paintings
• not done any housework very much at all
• Taken darlin's to doctors to get excruciating hip pain sorted out
• not slept well
• had rude shocks pertaining to certain father of children suddenly reappearing out of the depths of nowhere where he should still be instead of contacting my son who has no need of his particular form of influence....grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
• worked
• will work again
• driven 65,000 miles and back again
• butterfly bandaged darlin's finger back onto his hand after he tried his best to remove it with a kiln shelf today...I swear that man is not meant to have a full exhibition worth of pots.....
• purchased a new vacuum cleaner because mine was full of clay.......and therefore not working at optimum suction levels.....
• written a media release that says nothing much at all
• ummmm
• did I mention not slept well?

Am going to remedy that right now......can somebody tell me when I am making smudge sticks at the cottage?

I seem to have lost my little scrap of paper that was keeping me organised......

oh dear........

............

buggerpoosh#tbumfarrrrrrrk....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

so elequant!

contagious....

HEY

Whats with all of you people??

Just because I have been a slackarse blogger doesn't mean you all can be too!

I would tell you about my week but its really just more of the same...

am painting madly yet not sure if I am getting anywhere...

My house is a hovel

My kids are here somewhere...

Darlin' disappeared out into the garage 4 days ago and hasn't been seen since....

I am just a wee bit sick of it all...

Oh well, not too long to go now

What?

What do mean there is still 3 weeks??

Oh poooooooooooooo

painting painting painting

Bug a boos in the 'studio'.....

Grandmother Mountain

Shamans Mask

Not very good pics....

Am a busy mary indeed

Exhausted and sick of paint

Trying not to get a cold that wants to hang around...

Maryjen is brilliant and is making us an invitation to rival anyones......

most excellent

Arty farty's are wonderful as usual

Children are alive and fed and thats all folks

Darlin's are alive and thats a miracle some moments and I'm sure he will say the same of moi!

It is cold...

Did I mention exhaustion?

I dunno what else....

toodles

ooopppssss

Oh dear

Have just realised I have not pisted for days

It is Friday....

Oh dear

Well, I am alive and kicking...

Am just in the middle of washing towels and vacuuming floors and washing floors and contemplating how long we shall live if I dont clean the toilet today and doing 5 paintings simultaneously with one hand tied behind my back and standing on my head and doing the Hokey Pokey whilst Whistling Dixie (whatever that may be)......

Ahhhhh, such a relaxing life it is....

So, what are you doing??