Oh! I just thought of something soooo funny. If I explained it, it would have to be taken literally!

I'm trying to find the gang,too.

everyone.

He is a fine artist!

Would anyone who has any art work send it to this site? I am a very early developing computer literate. If you could also help me move one of my pictures from my profile to this site, I would be in your debt.

I checked out your other art work. It is very, very good! Thank you for posting; otherwise, I would not have seen them on your profile.

There is a way of thinking, some information I've gleaned over the years from watching people around the AA tables, of seeing it in the patients I've taken care of on an inpatient psychiatric unit. It's simple. In every relationship, at any one point in time, there is The Runner and The Chaser. It is not really game playing. The Chaser has an opportunity to just plain stop chasing. Call it a focus change. Become interested, absorbed, even passionate about something else. If the woman has any feelings at all for you, she will take note of the behavior and may choose to become the chaser, she may not. The cliche, "Time heals all wounds!" hurts like hell during the healing process. God be with you!

I am trying to copy a picture of my oil on wood painting from my photobucket, even though it is just in the beginning stages. I feel like a two year old sitting in a classroom with college students. I don't know how to do it. I have never cut and pasted before.

What does "flip" mean?

everybody!

It feels strange to call you "Chocla"! I wanted to send the snow spirits out west across the Mississippi River so as to ease you Mainian"s, Maineites, Nor'Easterners, etc lives a little. My Cornish daughter is But I guess a few snow spirits are already out there.And the Dakotan's want no more of it either. The 'glass half full' part is that your water table was down a few years ago, so maybe the gardens this year will be Greener than Green!

Good Carold, been a bit of a devil, though, giving Tazz a hard time. He's too sweet for a little old lady like me to resist.

Only to retrieve it again, because he knows the ladies like him for who he is, not who they want him to be.

It was a rare feat to catch that dang thing mid air because it was still red with burning ashes.

Flying through the air, thinking it's a bad example for the kids, throws out his cuban cigar and watches it go spiraling to the earth.

I just caught this poem by accident. The writing is really, really good. I am struggling finding a compliment worthy of your wonderful poem. I CAN write that I FELT something reading it.

I like your profile! I have only been on this site since 01/09/09 and really just looking for some friendship with people. The winters in Wisconsin are so long. Doing forums on this site helps me stay connected when the outdoor weather says, "Go hibernate!"

I last painted when I did a copy of an artist's painting. He live in the Madison, WI area. My daughter and her friend had taken me just outside Madison where there are some eclectic shops and galleries. This shop had an inspirational painting (impressionistic) with beautiful colors. He also was selling greeting cards with a reproduction of that painting. I asked him if it would be OK to do a copy in oil on canvas. He smiled, said, "Yes!". I enjoy painting, usually taking a blank canvas, swish some blues and whites for sky, some earth color for what is below the sky. Then I look deeply into the painting and develop it. My paintings are mostly of mountains or vast waters with lands in the distant. This painting was the first time I ever 'copied' anything. It turned out pretty good. I wanted to give it to my daughter for a house warming gift for her new house in Cedar Rapids, IA. She liked it. That was a year ago.

Recently, I had a seredipitous moment when I was emailing one of the moderators who had just published a book, "Moving Day" (Lex Fonteyne) He wrote of how it felt to have accomplished that, and it gave me inspiration to start painting again.

My mainstay and favorite has been oil on canvas. My dad, now passed away got really involved when he retired. He used canvas and wood. I loved his work. I inherited his oils and brushes, got a few of my own, a brush from Paris, and recently some Grumbachers with nylon bristles.

I love the feel of a fresh canvas waiting to come to life. Unable to get any a few days ago, I bought two pieces of wood sold for the purpose of adding color to the surface, although the wood has it's own stories to tell. The bark has been left on both sides of the flat surface. I recently was inspired to go back to painting. Thanks again!

Old and computer illiterate, I don't know how to send those nice wishes, but I will get out my magic wand and cyberwand you into feeling better.--0

My daughter lives in Cornish. Sunday evening she came home from a seminar near southern NH. She had just driven 4 hours in bad weather and got stuck at the bottom of her winding drive way. You guys have been hit pretty hard with this white "stuff".