Hypocrites bug me

March 20th, 2010

Merriam-Webster’s Online Dictionary (cool site) defines a hypocrite as

1: a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion
2: a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings

On the surface, these fakers, these poor elementary social fraudsters seem normal. But looking a little closer, these are the people who will do the following and think nothing of it.:

They flip you off as they drive by with a bumper sticker that reads “Have a nice day.”

They’ll quote “To err is human but to forgive Divine” from one corner of their mouth while from the other side they’re trashing you for a mistake you made over 3 years ago.

They’ll send you emails purporting the vurtues of a smile and positive attitude, but have no problem telling you how much of a pain you are to them.

Or tout they are a independent business person with upstanding references and then stiff you for money owed.  (What a pussy this guy was)

So is it they have double standards, or are they begging to be whacked upside the head?

Where would we be without family?

March 11th, 2010

Hard to say where I would be today without the guidance of my mother and step-father, the generosity of my sister and brother-in-law or the wisdom of my maternal grandmother (may she rest in peace).

Familial influence shapes us into who we are.  Like it or not.  There’s no denying we are the products of our family and our environment.  No matter how bad you screw up, no one cares for you like family.

All the members of family have hearts of gold and if the man upstrairs was to take me tomorrow, my only regret would be that I didn’t tell them often enough how much I love them all and how greatful I am for everything they gave me.

Thank you and I love you.

Air-Brushing to hide a disaster

March 1st, 2010

We had an exterior shop door that had been kicked in a couple of times, sloppily reinforced, kicked in again and repaired.  So in other words, the door was not looking to good.   It was our personal disaster.

I painted it a solid color at one point, but it still looked beat in.  Later that month I started doodling on it, but it just looked like graffiti.

It took months of pondering and thinking and mostly ignoring the door until one day it hits me.  The door.  It hit me.  Well, someone opened it up and I was standing too close… you get the picture.

Then I think…  I’ll paint an eye on the door.

So I set out to air brush an eye, a big eye on the door.  No problems.  Now there’s an eye on the door and the door still looks like crap.  What to do?  I don’t know.  So the door stays like that for a month or two.  Until one day it hits me… again.  Damn door.  This door is a monster.

Ding.  Light bulb goes off in my head.

The idea: Paint a monster around the eye and make it look like its crashing through a brick wall which will cover the entire door.

Air brushed Shop Door

 I wasn’t happy with it.  I left it alone for several more months.  Then one day… no… it didn’t hit me.  Came close, but I knew to jump out of the way.

I worked on refining it, and finally ended up like this.

Final revision of the shop door

You can see the door knob, middle left.  It was fun while it lasted.  We had to move out of the shop about  a year ago.  The door was painted over, and now these two pictures are all that’s left.