heavy bird i guess.

an early morning sketch...at work
permanent marker and adobe illustrator

while at work...hence everything.
nail-polish, fortune of a cookie, and psd

Don't Forget to Stop By

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a small portion of my collection

In the Break Room:

By the Ice Maker and the Coffee Pot

Maybe I won’t have to suffer as much today now that I have a box of Cream of Wheat; great for sending heat straight to my stomach. It should make all the difference in the world. “How are you this morning?” “Mmmmwell, I’m alright. You know. How bout you?” “Eh, same as you.” Gary places his mug under the coffee pot and pours. I barely notice. I place my bowl of estimated measurements under the instant hot water knob of the coffee maker and push down. “Ten calls and I’m just now getting my cup of coffee.” “Mmmmyeah…it’sonlybeenanhour.” Nothing. Silence. Guess he didn’t make that out. I stir my bowl of gunky good morning. More silence. Add a little more steaming water. “Do you eat breakfast Gary?” “I do.” “You mean you eat breakfast before you get here?!” “Every morning. I get up at 5. …read the paper…” He sounds so content. “Gosh!” “Well,” he adds, “I think it helps that I was in the military.” “Oh, Really? I didn’t know that.” “Yeah. Thirteen years.” Wow, that’s crazy. I had no idea. Did you do, there, what you do here?” “I worked on the (he said something or other) of the planes…” “Oh. Well…same side of the brain then.” “Yeah, but I did do computer stuff the last four years.” “Hmmm, and so now you’re here.” “Well, I messed up my back while I was there...” “Does it still bother you?” “Yeah, I’m on 20% disability.” “Oh wow...yeah, speaking of back pain, mine has been killing me like crazy these days. But that’s due to a 10 degree curvature in my spine. And that’s because one of my legs is a centimeter shorter than the other, but you really can’t tell. But seriously, I was nearly brought to tears yesterday because it got so bad. But, I don’t know about disability for me. That would be weird. I’m still too young.” “Well, mine was due to an injury. We were out behind, you know those big trucks that have those tongues that come down the back?” he demonstrates with hand motions. “Oh yeah.” “Well, another guy and I were holding that up, and he let go. Six hundred pounds and it just…my body was twisted you know, so it just pulled,” he demonstrated again with a torso twisting movement. “yeeeesh,” I said crunching my face with a shiver. “I went to physical therapy for about six months.” “So what do you do now that it still gives you problems?” “Well, I do my stretches and exercises every day, and that helps a lot.” “Really? Wow, I think that’s a word to me straight from Above. I should really start doing that too…So no more military huh.” “Well, it just wasn’t fun anymore. Once I reached higher ranks and realized that nothing really changed, it just got boring. You can have all the motivation to try to change things, but I learned that it just wasn’t gonna happen there.” “So how about now? Is this job boring?” “I enjoy what I’m doing now.” “Hm.” “Well, I like working with computers. That’s actually what I went to school for.” “Man, but they are nothing like what they were.” “No. Not at all. But, I’m that guy that enjoys reading all those manuals.” “Well, that’s good then. Shoot. Not me.” My cream of wheat, not quite so clumpy anymore, he and I both walk out the door to our stations for the day.

a ture story

just a little note to say...

okay, i don't know if this things gonna work...i'll leave it up for now...if later it still doesn't...or it could be my awesome server...well i'll leave it up for now...all that said...it's not much of anything...just some fun on Flash with free time at work...

5/8/09
Well...checked it on another server, and yup...it works...cool.

Free Glory - The Leaf

My mother and my brother tell me that when i was a little girl i would pick up leaves and put them in my little purse...along with rocks and, i suppose, anything and everything else i thought lovely...that is, in fact, what i still do. :o)

If you are willing, you should try it. if you see something that catches your eye, stop and pick it up. put it in your front pocket, your back pocket, wallet, or even your purse...behind the ear? well, you'll forget about it, but when you find it again, you will also find a smile stretch across your face. it was, indeed, worth feeling a little strange; a grown-up bending down awkwardly to pick up a little nothing...you find that it is a something...and you really really like it.

Above: Doesn't it look like a painting worth a million bucks? I have the only one of it's kind. Priceless! Original! Straight from it's Originator.
And it's mine!

aaaaand...stiraphone birds while at work today...

Meetings at Work...

pen ink and good 'ol photoshop