Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Death Cartoons (From the Archives)

Allergy season is back... with a vengeance! Not only does David have them, but now Elliott, too. His eyes get all puffy and irritated. Its horrible. All thanks to the wonderful botanist, Luther Burbank, who lived and cross pollinated plants here. There are some crazy allergens here, due to all the mixed up plant species.

In light of the recent Spring reminder of all these things, I dug up something to cheer us all up. Here's a little cartoon from the archives created during allergy season a few years ago. Enjoy!


Hey there, bloggies! I'm so excited for this post... I'm giddy.

Well, lets start with a little background recap or what have you. Back in highschool, I went to a tiny little school with 5 kids in my grade. Well, as you can imagine, it got very boring over there. Every Thursday was chapel and it was about the same thing each week (or about whoever had done something naughty that week, like put water balloons in the sewage system.) So, my friends and I would amuse ourselves during this boring monologue by drawing 'death cartoons'. Now, I don't know if this is a real thing that regular people do, but this specific school can kind of make you nutty. Anyway, what they were, were little mock comic strips we would draw about each other dying or hurting each other. Hahahaha. That sounds awful, I know, but it didn't seem so at the time. It was rather amusing. (And it was also before the whole school shooting incidences.)

So, all of that prefacing to tell you that I drew up this little 'death cartoon', if you will, to help cheer my hubby up, who has been suffering from severe allergic reactions to all the pollen floating around. He's never had allergies before. And it wasn't until we moved to Santa Rosa that the allergies hit him. Now, Luther Burbank is a celebrated hero around here in Santa Rosa. In fact, they have his home and garden on display right down the street from where we live. Apparently he was some brillant botanist or some such thing and cross pollinated all kinds of different plants--creating a whole new set of pollen and allergy making junk along the way. He may be a big deal and widely celebrated by some, but around our household his endeavors are usually remembered with ill-will and unkind thoughts.

David's allergies got so bad that he came home Monday night barely able to breathe. He then got a fever that lasted all night and the next day. He has been sleeping ever since and I wanted to cheer him up, when all of a sudden the idea for this little cartoon flung itself upon my mind and I've been thinking about it ever since.

So, without further adieu...

Here's to hoping your allergies treat you kindly this year...

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Work it. Work it Good.

Watch out, World!  What we have on our hands here is a professional modelista (no, that's not in the dictionary).  Quite possibly we may be looking at the world's next big thing.  Caiden, superstar!!  Work it, girl, work it good!

This was totally unscripted, Caiden, fantastic-ness (also not in the dictionary).  Caiden is so cool, I have to make up new words just to describe her! Seriously, everyone should have a little Caiden pet in their home, she takes years off your life, I'm tellin' ya.  Better than any kind of therapy.  Watch out, though: if you wear your heart on your sleeve, she'll grab it and take it from you before you even know what's hit you.  Even if you don't, she'll find a way to get you to drop your guard, steal your heart and squeeze it till you feel like you're gonna burst.  Gotta love ya some good ol' Caiden Keats.  So thankful for her!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

This One Time...

This one time I had an instant camera--a Fujifilm Instax.  It was really sweet.  David came home with it for me one year from WPPI.
But then, after about a week, he dropped it and it hiccuped.  And then I dropped it and it died.  But look what we have to show for it!

This other time I had a dope Canon like the one pictured above...  But then my friend, Treble, took it back.  Bum deal.  I'm saving up.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


"But also for this very reason, giving all diligence, ad to your faith
virtue, to virtue knowledge, to knowledge self-control, to self-control
perseverance, to perseverance godliness, to godliness brotherly
kindness, and to brotherly kindness love.  For if these things are
yours and abound, you will be neither barren nor unfruitful in the
knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.  For he who lacks these things is
shortsighted even to blindness, and has forgotten that he was cleansed
from his old sins.  Therefore, brethren, be even more diligent to make
your call and election sure, for if you do these things you will never
stumble; for so an entrance will be supplied to you abundantly into the
everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." 2 Peter 1:5-11

Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Temporary Goodbye

I brought my five year old son to the airport today. He is spending a week and a half with his grandparents and going camping at the beach in Carpinteria. Its pretty much his favorite place on earth. I thought I was looking forward to a quiet week with just Caiden at home, but as I walked away from my smiling boy who stood there waving and waving and getting smaller and smaller and farther and farther away, I just kept thinking, "What in the world am I doing?! Why is my little boy standing so far away and I am not going toward him, but am actually walking away from him?" I wanted to run right back over there and scoop him up! I was trying to be brave for him and for Caiden, but as I got into the car and drove away, the tears welled up in my eyes.

My main job at home is to disciple him and teach him. Its like a never-ending commission. School never lets out. He's learning so much and we work so hard, its a shame to have him leave. "School is still in session!" I want to exclaim and hold him close to me. But I have to remember that it is actually the Holy Spirit who is his true teacher and I am just a tool. So now, I pass the burden of this great commision on to grandma and grandpa and pray that the Lord uses them this next week as His tools to teach this little scholar.

I love you, little Elliott. We'll save your place in class for you for your return. No one will be sitting at your desk!