thoughts and projects

• I've decided to convert Violet's room back into my art studio. She insists on sleeping in the same room as Ethan, and so I figure it is pretty silly to waste a room just for clothes and a bed that no one sleeps in. Tonight I'm going to get Ryan to move her bed to Ethan's room (she has been in a pack n' play in Ethan's room for several months now, she might as well have a mattress to sleep on), and then we will get some plastic to put down in Violet's room to protect the carpet, and I will set it up to do art.
• I have been very motivated to do art recently. I have several commissions I'm working on, as well as some art that I promised to do and hadn't yet done. I have a large painting/project that I have decided to do that will take a year to do and will be amazing if I can pull it off. I'm pretty excited and I want to start it immediately, but that is hard when one of my main characters in the painting lives in Salt Lake, and another is moving to Montana... it will all work out, and it will be awesome when it is done. And I'm entering it into the 10th international church art contest next fall.
• I'm working on a commission painting, and about a week ago I put it aside because I ran out of orange paint. I figured I'd start up again once I had a chance to buy more orange paint.............did you know that red and yellow makes orange? Yeah, so did I. But I forgot. Last night all of a sudden I remembered, and did a head slap of "oh brother" type embarassment. So, I've started the painting again.
• I went to google some artwork from my favorite watercolor artist, who also was my watercolor teacher at BYUI... and found out that he died last year! then of course, knowing my brain doesn't seem to work as well as it used to (after all, I forgot how to mix red and yellow to make orange) I wonder if I did know and forgot that he died. But, in any case, I felt a sudden loss at having him gone. I was friends with his grandson, who was going to BYUI at the same time, and I have happy memories of painting on location, and of hanging out at Brother Bird's house with Rylan and another friend, Celia. When Ryan and I moved to Salt Lake, one day I decided to break out my paints, and I discovered mold growing on them. I panicked and called Brother Bird. He playfully scolded me for not painting enough with them that they would grow mold, and then told me how to clean them.
  

This is one of Brother Birds watercolors that hangs on campus at BYUI, and it is one of my favorites.

 
 

What can I say, I love food :)

I finally created a good recipe for oriental style noodles that involves ingredients that are not hard to find. They were also ingredients I happened to have in my house, so that was a definite plus. I hate oriental recipes that are basically soy sauce and brown sugar, so I have been trying FOR YEARS to come up with a simple dish that I wasn't dissapointed in the moment I took a bite. This one was actually pretty good, if I do say so myself. I might tweak it some more the next time I make it to make the flavor stronger, but overall this recipe is a keeper.

12 oz spaghetti noodles

2 scallions, diced

2 carrots, peeled and julienned

1 can water chestnuts, drained

1/4 to 1/2 cup steamed broccoli

mushrooms

2 tsp sesame seeds

1/2 cup water

1 1/2 spoons Panda Express orange sauce

2-3 tbsp soy sauce

1 spoon barbecue sauce

1 tablespoon sesame oil

2 cloves minced garlic

2 tsp grated ginger, or 1 to 1 1/2 tsp. (depending on how much you like Ginger) powdered ginger.

Red pepper flakes (Optional)

Cook noodles, drain and rinse in cold water. set aside. Saute carrots and the white part of the green onions in olive or peanut oil for about a minute or two. Add the garlic, ginger, sesame seeds, and red pepper flakes (if using, red pepper flakes are optional. it only takes a tiny pinch of them to get a pretty spicy/hot flavor, so this depends on how you like your food. I didn't use any, but thought some people might like that). stir around until the garlic become auromatic. Add water, soy sauce, orange sauce, and barbecue sauce. Stir for a minute or so, then add the mushrooms, chestnuts, and noodles. continue to stir until the water is completely evaporated. add the sesame oil, stir, and then add the broccoli. stir until you are afraid it is going to burn on the bottom of the skillet, and then remove.

I tend to "wing it" when it comes to cooking, so this is the best guess I could make at amounts of items. I rarely measure out amounts unless i'm given a recipe by a friend. Then, I try to follow it. Feel free to adjust the amounts of things, as I said it was a little less flavorfull than I wanted so I might tweak the sauce amounts. the spices were plenty though, it would be more of tweaking the soy sauce, orange sauce, and barbecue sauce amounts. I didn't want it dripping in sauce, and I didn't want it tasting like orange sauce or barbecue sauce. Anyways. :)





Patrick

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Another painting, and loss

Last Thursday Lorie posted on facebook that it been a rough few days, Patrick had pneumonia and was struggling pretty hard. I had done in-home-caregiving for their family, for their two boys--Matthew and Patrick-- who have muscular dystrophy. The nurse had Pat on some heavy duty antibiotics, and he was holding on. My heart sank, because pnemonia had been what killed their older brother Brandon, and they knew that it would likely kill Pat if he ever got it. I had planned on taking a cherry pie over to their house for Brandon's and Matthew's joint birthday friday, since cherry pie was Brandon's favorite pie, and Matthew loved pie in general. I decided to not wait until friday, and quickly made the pie and took it up to their house. Patrick was in bed on an incline, and looked fairly normal, although pretty miserable. However, he was able to crack some jokes and talk to me, even though it has become really hard to understand him as his voice is now almost just mouthing words.

Muscular dystrophy is a disease that causes you to lose all control over all of your muscles. You still feel everything, you still have all of your faculties, you are just stuck in this body that won't work. He has ate out of feeding tubes for some time, out of fear of choking, and he had to have others help him itch his leg, or arm, or rub a sore spot on his elbow. In any case, I felt a little reassured after visiting that he was doing better than I had expected, but there was a mood in the house that made me feel like it wasn't going to be okay.

Thursday, after I left, Pat decided he felt well enough to get in his chair. Matthew joked that he was their mommy's "Triceratelephant! triceratops mixed with an elephant."

Friday evening at 6:30 Pat decided to leave earth and join his brother. It was a conscious choice, from what I'm told, and he was able to say goodbye to his family and Betsy, his favorite aide. Betsy had worked mainly with him, I had worked mainly with Matt. His family is handling things pretty well, because they know that they will see him again, and that he is happy and free. They also smiled that when he was leaving, he was concerned/sad about missing his shows and games that were coming out soon for fall... lol

I didn't know what to do, I wanted to bring them something, but felt that anything I could give would be inadequate. And then I remembered the painting Matthew had been bugging me to do for a long while. I sat down saturday evening and did the painting, and it turned out almost close to perfect. When I took it over late Saturday evening, I held it up for Matthew to see and his face lit up with the biggest grin. And his mother laughed. The idea of the painting is based on several jokes from Matthew teasing me about taking out a power pole one thanksgiving on the way to their home, and some jokes that evolved from that accident. I was painting while overcome with a lot of emotion, so it shows in the painting. I didn't realize until afterwards that the colors reflected exactly how I felt, the darkness of the sky to the brightness of the tree.

Today I got on facebook to find a private message from Matthew, telling me that he knew this was a random message, but that he LOVED the painting, and couldn't stop smiling every time he looked at it. Matthew is rarely serious, he rarely ever tells you how he feels, instead he is the comedian of the family. To have him be serious and say how much he appreciated the painting meant a lot, and I realized I really had been guided by the spirit to think of it as a gift at this time. I know that although he tries to come off as super strong and as if life moves on, he is really going to miss his brother. They had always shared a room, and now it is just him. He has another brother who isn't effected by the disease, who has a family of his own, but mostly Matt will be by himself at home, with his parents when they aren't working, and with his aide. Matt wants to get married, and to have a family, and he still holds out hope that they will find a cure before the disease takes him. He is definitely a fighter.

There is a bonding/love that comes through serving others. You grow to love each other on a level that is impossible through any other means. When I visited Thursday, Patrick kept having his dad come in and suction out his mouth. I'm sure he was slightly embarrased to have me do it. I saw, though, after a while that he needed it again, so I got the suction tube and helped him. I can't explain how serving these boys has changed my life. I know that we were meant to live in this area, and I was meant to know them. I've had people tell me they could never do this kind of job, that it would be too hard to see them die, to know that it was going to happen. For me, it would be a  tragedy if they had died without me ever having the chance to know them. To have them pass away, and I never have heard their jokes, never have known their personality, never have even felt their passing... that would be a greater sadness than having to say goodbye.

Happy Day

This little girl is officially off of diapers! Now, I'll be honest, there will still be accidents, but she is doing really well. What I did was I got out the potty seat, and I had her run around naked. It is not fun to have a naked child running around, especially when people come to visit--they tend to get the impression that you are "those" people who let their kids run around naked. She only had 2 or 3 accidents on the floor (not fun) but for the most part she would go in the potty every time... until you put underwear on her.

I stuck with it, though. I didn't have the patience or time to dedicate to the technique where you seclude yourself in the house for a week and spend every moment all day long potty training. When we would go out I'd either put her in a diaper, or in a cloth training-pants thing.

Last week I decided I needed to do away with diapers completely, or she would train herself that it was okay to pee once the diaper came on. In order to get her to keep her underwear clean (cause we really can't have her run around naked forever) I do dry checks randomly throughout the day, and reward her for being dry. I'd been rewarding Violet most of the times she went potty (I didn't do it every time because I was weaning her off of the idea of getting rewarded) so I thought this idea was brilliant.

It is working. The night before last I put her in a training pants, and she didn't make it to morning dry. Last night I tried again, and made sure to have her go potty before bed. I even woke her up during the night and had her sit on the potty... she was NOT pleased with me, and I don't think that I'll do that again, it didn't work and just made her very unhappy. This morning I was certain I was going to find a drenched bed, but instead I discovered she was completely dry. Happy Day!! I praised her over and over again, and she got a treat. She even kept clean through church yesterday, and went potty in the church restroom. While I was typing this post she began to go poo in her underwear, so we aren't completely "there" yet, but we are progressing pretty well I think.

crazy blog!!!

Apparently my blog has decided to get a mind of its own. Today I discovered that my normal background that I've had for quite a while had dissapeared, and in its place was a box with some message in it about photobucket... in the middle of all my posts and text. I chose a generic background so that you can actually see my blog until I take the time to redo my blog. So, please excuse my blog for a while as it goes under reconstruction. Not tonight, I'm tired and going to bed. But, one of these days I'll sit down and re-do the blog. :) I haven't been too thrilling of a blog author lately, but I would like to do better. And I have some new projects I'm working on that I want to blog about, and hopefully they will be more interesting to read about than what I've done so far :)

Flamboyant art instructor job in Vegas... any takers?

Lately our life has taken unexpected turns, and we are now back in the job hunting process. I've felt relatively calm about it up until this evening, and tonight I had my first real panicked thoughts. This led me to the contemplation of whether I could get a job that would provide for our family in the event that Ryan didn't find one.

Yes, I am fully aware that I picked a field of study that does not easily result in high paying jobs. I knew that when I picked it. I knew it when I decided to finish it. I guess I've always had faith that Ryan would be able to take care of us with his bachelors and masters degree in a relatively good field, and I still have that faith... but, I did consider tonight the possibility of art teaching jobs that may pay enough to take care of a family.

I don't think they exist, hahahaha. We would both have to work, and we may have to do that.

However, I did find one job that made me smile. The job was for an art instructor position at a hotel/casino in Vegas, for a class offered as a sort of entertainment type draw for the hotel. The "art instructor" would have to learn choreographed dances, and be very flamboyant in personality. The way the ad described the position, it was quite clear that the hotel was looking for the cliche flamboyant homosexual without actually coming out and saying that is what they wanted. I just found the ad to be rather amusing, and it made me want to go watch this “art class” sometime just for entertainment sake.

For the record, I did find several art school positions for teachers in Portland OR and Washington state that sounded pretty fun, but they were part-time type positions. I’m thinking that wherever we do end up I would like to maybe take on a part time position teaching figure drawing.