My sometimes quirky son has formed a habit of saying "off-line" instead of "on-line"... as in, if I can't find it at Dunham's, I know I can buy it off-line. Um, no you can't, you may be able to buy it on-line, but off-line won't get you anywhere.
Also.... I? I can buy it? By "I" clearly he means me, the one with the credit card. And oh, yeah, the money, the job... Wait. Correction: I have no money! OK, Sammy, go ahead and buy that off-line. Wink, wink.
I heard a corny joke on the book I'm listening to...
What'd the bra say to that hat?
You go on ahead, and I'll give these 2 a lift.
Cracked me up this morning! And thus far, that's been the highlight of my day.
Which I guess isn't really true - Sammy and I went to Espresso Milano for coffee and bagels this morning. That was nice. He's burning through his gift certificates from Christmas. The barista, who is usually there in the mornings when we go, seemed to be in a particularly unfriendly mood this morning. She's never usually super friendly, that's just not her style. And she has a very unique style. She is short, very skinny with tattoos, so an attitude is just what you'd expect. I like her; she makes The Most Excellent White Rabbits. This morning was a no-chit-chat morning. OK by me. Just gimme the coffee and I'm fine.
Which made me think of something we taught Sammy to say when he was really little, and he didn't really understand what he was saying... it was so very, very cute to hear him say, "Cut the chat, where's the hooch?" And I know that is not a saying we made up, I think it's from something to do with Prohibition, but I can't find it on a Google search. So funny-ha-ha and funny-weird.
Also funny, the tip pitcher at the coffee house this morning... there is always something funny taped to it. This morning was a picture of a monkey wearing a jacket with a hood, and the little monkey head in the too-big hood looked really funny... and they added a caption that read, "Please tip generously. My monkey needs a coat that fits!"
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
neck update & what I'm lovin'
Here is a photo, taken this morning, of the scar on the back of my neck...
Thought I'd share one with you since I haven't taken a photo in a quite a while. I think this is pretty much what it's going to look like from now on. You can't really tell from the photo, but the scar is indented, quite a bit. The scar isn't sensitive, I mean, I can kinda feel it when someone touches it, but not really. Toward the top of the scar, like in the middle of my neck, when I touch it, it feels like skin on top of bone with nothing else between. It feels strange. I can't really tell if I'm feeling the scar tissue or just the bone... I'm pretty sure there is no feeling left in that scar tissue area. Bottom line, it feels strange.
I've been going to physical therapy, and it has dramatically helped with my vertigo. The problem is that when my neck begins to hurt, which is like all the time, my muscles tense up and that makes the vertigo act up. PT has shown me exercises to relax those neck and shoulder muscles and how to build up the strength in them.
Then one day at PT, when I was very, very tense, big knots in my neck and shoulders, they put a tens unit on me.
Oh. My. Heck.
I fell in love. That felt so very, very good. And the good feeling stayed with me for hours afterwards. It really, truly helped. I could not wait for my next PT session, and getting the tens unit at the end of the session was worth all the pain of the exercises.
Then one day I said, "I want one!" I was joking. I don't know why I was joking, because yes, I could get one, and the PT said I was an excellent candidate for it. So this is what I'm lovin' Big Time...
I select "shoulder" and crank that puppy up to 6.0 or more, depending on the day, and it's heaven. Heaven, I tell ya.
If you followed the Wiki link above, you know now that tens stands for "Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator," and I had to look up transcutaneous... an adjective meaning by way of or through the skin. The Wiki article also mentioned some history on this type of pain treatment, which I found very interesting...
Meet Scribonius Largus, a Greek physician who lived about 47 AD...
Word is this guy reported to all his pals that pain could be relieved by standing on an electrical fish at the seashore.
I even found this New York Times article from November 2006, "It May Come as a Shock," by Amanda Schaffer that discusses Scribonius Largus and tens units. Interesting reading. For me, anyway, since I'm using one. And in love with it.
I tried to find information on using a tens unit in conjunction with my neck situation, i.e., rods and screws. The physical therapist I see told me to keep the electrodes away from my neck where the metal exists. I know she explained to me why, but I can't remember. And I couldn't find any good information on it via a 'net search. I'll see the PT again in a month or so, as a follow-up, and will get the scoop then. Meantime, I'm following her advice, and the tens unit is helping me so very much. I am hoping to be completely off Vicodin soon. I still take a half of a 7.5mg tablet each morning... mornings are still the worst time for me, with my neck being stiff and sore from the night's duration. I also sometimes take another half tablet late afternoon, depending on the day. Usually if I'm in the office working, I need the afternoon dose.
The only problem with the tens unit is that I cannot place the 4 electrodes onto my shoulders myself, not where I want them. I can put them on the top of my shoulders, but the twisting and turning wrenches my neck a bit, and it's not the ideal location for the electrodes anyway. The other morning when I went into the office, I had my daughter put the electrodes on me, and then I wore them all day. I have to admit, they were driving me a little bit crazy after a few hours. But it was worth it. Anyway, last week is not a good example, because I was so sick with the flu bug I had, that pretty much everything was driving me crazy. Yuck. (By crazy, I mean barfing.)
While I've been playing on the computer & typing up this post, and drinking coffee, Kev's been drinking coffee, too, and also watching DVD's of the 6th season of "The Sopranos." He called me over to watch a bit from one episode... Tony was in the hospital, just had surgery. A woman comes into his hospital room. Turns out, she's a representative from his insurance carrier. She is evaluating his situation because she wants him to get released, you know, to stop the bills. He, of course, argues with her. She tells him he’s lucky, & that if the guys in the ambulance hadn’t done a “wallet biopsy” and found his insurance card they would have dropped him off at some other hospital, a crappy one for people without insurance.
Wallet biopsy. That was a great line, eh.
Anyway, he told her to leave, but I don’t want to repeat what he called her... if you’ve watched the show, you can guess... it wasn't very polite. But Kev and I both cracked up and felt one of those fist in the air moments. You tell her, Tony! She deserved it.
I'm still waiting to hear if my insurance is going to cover the cost of the tens unit I have. If they refuse, of course I'll argue with them, and having a pretty famous neurosurgeon (who I'm sure will support me), my family doctor and a well-respected physical therapist all recommend I own one, they'd better agree. Because this wonderful little unit is very expensive... but worth it.
Thought I'd share one with you since I haven't taken a photo in a quite a while. I think this is pretty much what it's going to look like from now on. You can't really tell from the photo, but the scar is indented, quite a bit. The scar isn't sensitive, I mean, I can kinda feel it when someone touches it, but not really. Toward the top of the scar, like in the middle of my neck, when I touch it, it feels like skin on top of bone with nothing else between. It feels strange. I can't really tell if I'm feeling the scar tissue or just the bone... I'm pretty sure there is no feeling left in that scar tissue area. Bottom line, it feels strange.
I've been going to physical therapy, and it has dramatically helped with my vertigo. The problem is that when my neck begins to hurt, which is like all the time, my muscles tense up and that makes the vertigo act up. PT has shown me exercises to relax those neck and shoulder muscles and how to build up the strength in them.
Then one day at PT, when I was very, very tense, big knots in my neck and shoulders, they put a tens unit on me.
Oh. My. Heck.
I fell in love. That felt so very, very good. And the good feeling stayed with me for hours afterwards. It really, truly helped. I could not wait for my next PT session, and getting the tens unit at the end of the session was worth all the pain of the exercises.
Then one day I said, "I want one!" I was joking. I don't know why I was joking, because yes, I could get one, and the PT said I was an excellent candidate for it. So this is what I'm lovin' Big Time...
I select "shoulder" and crank that puppy up to 6.0 or more, depending on the day, and it's heaven. Heaven, I tell ya.
If you followed the Wiki link above, you know now that tens stands for "Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator," and I had to look up transcutaneous... an adjective meaning by way of or through the skin. The Wiki article also mentioned some history on this type of pain treatment, which I found very interesting...
Meet Scribonius Largus, a Greek physician who lived about 47 AD...
Word is this guy reported to all his pals that pain could be relieved by standing on an electrical fish at the seashore.
I even found this New York Times article from November 2006, "It May Come as a Shock," by Amanda Schaffer that discusses Scribonius Largus and tens units. Interesting reading. For me, anyway, since I'm using one. And in love with it.
I tried to find information on using a tens unit in conjunction with my neck situation, i.e., rods and screws. The physical therapist I see told me to keep the electrodes away from my neck where the metal exists. I know she explained to me why, but I can't remember. And I couldn't find any good information on it via a 'net search. I'll see the PT again in a month or so, as a follow-up, and will get the scoop then. Meantime, I'm following her advice, and the tens unit is helping me so very much. I am hoping to be completely off Vicodin soon. I still take a half of a 7.5mg tablet each morning... mornings are still the worst time for me, with my neck being stiff and sore from the night's duration. I also sometimes take another half tablet late afternoon, depending on the day. Usually if I'm in the office working, I need the afternoon dose.
The only problem with the tens unit is that I cannot place the 4 electrodes onto my shoulders myself, not where I want them. I can put them on the top of my shoulders, but the twisting and turning wrenches my neck a bit, and it's not the ideal location for the electrodes anyway. The other morning when I went into the office, I had my daughter put the electrodes on me, and then I wore them all day. I have to admit, they were driving me a little bit crazy after a few hours. But it was worth it. Anyway, last week is not a good example, because I was so sick with the flu bug I had, that pretty much everything was driving me crazy. Yuck. (By crazy, I mean barfing.)
While I've been playing on the computer & typing up this post, and drinking coffee, Kev's been drinking coffee, too, and also watching DVD's of the 6th season of "The Sopranos." He called me over to watch a bit from one episode... Tony was in the hospital, just had surgery. A woman comes into his hospital room. Turns out, she's a representative from his insurance carrier. She is evaluating his situation because she wants him to get released, you know, to stop the bills. He, of course, argues with her. She tells him he’s lucky, & that if the guys in the ambulance hadn’t done a “wallet biopsy” and found his insurance card they would have dropped him off at some other hospital, a crappy one for people without insurance.
Wallet biopsy. That was a great line, eh.
Anyway, he told her to leave, but I don’t want to repeat what he called her... if you’ve watched the show, you can guess... it wasn't very polite. But Kev and I both cracked up and felt one of those fist in the air moments. You tell her, Tony! She deserved it.
I'm still waiting to hear if my insurance is going to cover the cost of the tens unit I have. If they refuse, of course I'll argue with them, and having a pretty famous neurosurgeon (who I'm sure will support me), my family doctor and a well-respected physical therapist all recommend I own one, they'd better agree. Because this wonderful little unit is very expensive... but worth it.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
still feeling irish
I am still in middle of My Dream of You by Nuala O'Faolain... since I listen to it only in my car and I haven't been in my car much this past week, I haven't progressed very far. (I got hit again with another flu bug, and I worked from home most of this week.)
I'm enjoying the book very much. The writing is excellent. I was sad to learn via some research on the 'net, that Nuala O'Faolain died from cancer this past May. I will definitely be checking out her other books.
In the book, at the part I'm at now, the main character, a woman, has just arrived, alone, at a cottage on the Atlantic coast of Ireland, and I loved these passages...
I've wanted to visit Ireland, and that description makes me wish to be there (sans the long plane ride, however... that, plus time & money means I'll be reading about Ireland instead).
I also liked this part...
I'm sure I spelled "Mallary" incorrectly, and I couldn't come up with any city in Ireland with that spelling or a variation of it. Probably, O'Faolain used a make-believe location for her book. Also, I couldn't find "size-on matting" on a search, and I'm not sure I'm spelling that correctly, either. But it got me going on a mad Google image search... I meant to give credit to where I got these photos from, but I copied out so many that I lost track. Anyway, I got all of these photos from Google image searches, all with the word "Ireland" or "Irish" in them... I wanted to get a look at what that book was making me think of, and also I totally didn't know what peat for a fire looked like, so off I went...
The Atlantic coast of Ireland...
Stony shore...
Irish cottage...
Pink geraniums on a window sill...
Cozy fireplace with a cozy armchair...
Peat fire burning...
The Sacred Heart...
And just because I went way off into cutting and drying peat, or turf, in Ireland...
So now after looking at these photos, go back and read the passages again.
Neat, huh.
Wish I could do a scratch 'n sniff of a peat fire... some day, I'm sure...
I'm enjoying the book very much. The writing is excellent. I was sad to learn via some research on the 'net, that Nuala O'Faolain died from cancer this past May. I will definitely be checking out her other books.
In the book, at the part I'm at now, the main character, a woman, has just arrived, alone, at a cottage on the Atlantic coast of Ireland, and I loved these passages...
"Bertie was right about the cottage in Mallary – I would be happy here. I went in through the porch and stood in the room. It was warm and full of a powdery, golden evening light. And I knew from my childhood that the distant, slow sob, a disturbance of the air more than a noise, was the sea on a stony shore. This was a white room with two small windows; a pot of pink geraniums in flower on one deep sill. A cooker and sink in one corner, a small fireplace, an armchair, size-on-matting and an old rug over it in front of the fire. A table and two chairs, a picture of the Sacred Heart and a little red lamp on the wall. A bathroom down a step broken through the thick rear wall and electric space heaters were signs of the modern world. Otherwise, this was a house outside time. I look down at my feet on the matting; I could hardly believe that they had brought me here."
I've wanted to visit Ireland, and that description makes me wish to be there (sans the long plane ride, however... that, plus time & money means I'll be reading about Ireland instead).
I also liked this part...
"I went out with my coat over my nightdress and followed the restlessness in the air to the sea, where it came in across a rocky shore to gnaw at the eroded edge of the field, not one hundred yards from the cottage… to be on grass beside the sea again. But the sea at Shore Road is very quiet; a sheen on the horizon for most of the day. Here, there was constant vitality. There was a shower so ethereal that I only realized it was passing from seeing the pock marks from the rain drops on the silky surface of the water, swelling strong and calm, the rain drop marks forming and re-forming. Then a wind full of sun followed the shower. I saw the swell begin to break into waves. The wind blew stronger, and the waves began to lift and curl. My hair blew into my face, and I turned and a gust blew me, laughing with joy, back to the house."
I'm sure I spelled "Mallary" incorrectly, and I couldn't come up with any city in Ireland with that spelling or a variation of it. Probably, O'Faolain used a make-believe location for her book. Also, I couldn't find "size-on matting" on a search, and I'm not sure I'm spelling that correctly, either. But it got me going on a mad Google image search... I meant to give credit to where I got these photos from, but I copied out so many that I lost track. Anyway, I got all of these photos from Google image searches, all with the word "Ireland" or "Irish" in them... I wanted to get a look at what that book was making me think of, and also I totally didn't know what peat for a fire looked like, so off I went...
The Atlantic coast of Ireland...
Stony shore...
Irish cottage...
Pink geraniums on a window sill...
Cozy fireplace with a cozy armchair...
Peat fire burning...
The Sacred Heart...
And just because I went way off into cutting and drying peat, or turf, in Ireland...
So now after looking at these photos, go back and read the passages again.
Neat, huh.
Wish I could do a scratch 'n sniff of a peat fire... some day, I'm sure...
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
i like big bucks
Seeing the photos of the eagle from Kev's game camera reminded us of these photos from the end of October and beginning of November, this past hunting season. Kev had set up his game camera over on Mom & Dad's West 20 for a few days.
There was a nice scrape which happened to be right on one of the trails. But the deer over there are so used to the golf cart and 4-wheelers, so that activity doesn't seem to bother them at all. Kev set up the game camera at the scrape on the trail. Say hi to the camera, Mom, Dad & Toby!
Say hi to the camera, Kathy & Bob!
That photo is kinda cool... like a negative. During dusk, the camera can't make up its mind to take a color photo or a black and white night shot, so we get these eerie ghostly shots.
When we went through these photos the first time, Kev got, quite understandably, very excited. For our area, these are some very big antlers...
Kev was also excited about the number of different bucks whose photos were captured, from little ones to the big guy.
All of them very interested in the branch above, which had clearly been rubbed often.
We also had a lot of photos of doe, who were also interested in that branch. But the bucks were interested in them! And showing it...
Because, it's really, well and truly, all about the doe...
And can you blame them...
All together now... awww!!!...
There was a nice scrape which happened to be right on one of the trails. But the deer over there are so used to the golf cart and 4-wheelers, so that activity doesn't seem to bother them at all. Kev set up the game camera at the scrape on the trail. Say hi to the camera, Mom, Dad & Toby!
Say hi to the camera, Kathy & Bob!
That photo is kinda cool... like a negative. During dusk, the camera can't make up its mind to take a color photo or a black and white night shot, so we get these eerie ghostly shots.
When we went through these photos the first time, Kev got, quite understandably, very excited. For our area, these are some very big antlers...
Kev was also excited about the number of different bucks whose photos were captured, from little ones to the big guy.
All of them very interested in the branch above, which had clearly been rubbed often.
We also had a lot of photos of doe, who were also interested in that branch. But the bucks were interested in them! And showing it...
Because, it's really, well and truly, all about the doe...
And can you blame them...
All together now... awww!!!...
Sunday, January 04, 2009
the eagle has landed
Kev has his game camera set up again on another carcass, and this time... a young eagle appeared...
That was awesome seeing this guy. Kev kept saying, "look at those talons" and making me zoom in on the eagle's feet. Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of those, that's for sure. I have never seen an eagle anywhere near where we live. Kev believes he has seen this guy near our pond once before. Kev has seen some eagle nests not too far from our place, when he was out on state-owned land bow hunting this past October, but he didn't see any activity around them, no birds.
Kev brought in the photo chip to me and then went back outside to finish up some jobs. I stepped out on the porch to pet old, blind Barney and I hollered out to Kev that he was going to see a photo of something never before photographed by anyone in our family. While Kev finished cleaning out the dog run, he kept trying to speculate as to what critter it was; he never did guess an eagle, and he was thrilled to see these photos. Very cool.
That was awesome seeing this guy. Kev kept saying, "look at those talons" and making me zoom in on the eagle's feet. Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of those, that's for sure. I have never seen an eagle anywhere near where we live. Kev believes he has seen this guy near our pond once before. Kev has seen some eagle nests not too far from our place, when he was out on state-owned land bow hunting this past October, but he didn't see any activity around them, no birds.
Kev brought in the photo chip to me and then went back outside to finish up some jobs. I stepped out on the porch to pet old, blind Barney and I hollered out to Kev that he was going to see a photo of something never before photographed by anyone in our family. While Kev finished cleaning out the dog run, he kept trying to speculate as to what critter it was; he never did guess an eagle, and he was thrilled to see these photos. Very cool.
long overdue, pottery pieces done...
I haven't posted photos in quite some time of things I've finished at pottery, so here's an update...
I made this bowl using a slab of clay and a plaster mold, along with real maple leaves pressed into the clay. I gave this bowl to my brother, Jim, and my sister-in-law, Sue, because of the maple leaves. Jimmy makes maple syrup and gives us some each year, so it seemed fitting they have this dish.
I also made a small pen and pencil holder for my Dad...
But unfortunately, turns out the cattail leaves are not only pointy and sharp, but also not very practical. They've broken off now, so I'm planning to make Dad a new one, this time with the leaves flat against the side. Live & learn... that's pottery...
I made some more small box pots, like this one with a blue flower, which I gave to my friend, Carla, because she's quite the gardener...
And this box pot with a frog for my friend, Renee, because she also is quite the gardener, and her gardens include ponds with many, many frogs...
Then I did another try at a blue bird, since I gave the original one to Kathy... but the bird turned out more black than blue, so you guessed it... it's my black bird box pot...
And then I finished up a strange box pot that I started in the fall of 2007, left it wrapped up for months, and then finished it. My niece, Susan, liked it when I showed it to her, so I wrapped it up in bubble wrap and gave it to her...
When I unwrapped the piece, after it had been in plastic for many months, it was covered in mold. I cleaned it well, which really brought the grainy feel out in the red clay. But I think it affected the glaze, since it's not super smooth... but I think it made it look like something really old, like antique old... Susan liked all the little pieces and the "hidden" drawer... I was happy she liked it.
I think it's fun to give the pieces away. I've made a few other things that I will have to post photos of later... since I have to mail them to a certain someone (Happy Birthday, Sandy!!!), and it wouldn't be so much fun to post a photo of it before she unwraps it!
I've also made a bunch of "critter shaker balls"... they're all about the same size, about 4" in diameter, with little pieces of clay inside so they rattle when you shake them.
Here is "bird man"... I gave him to Michael...
This one was going to be an acorn, but then I stuck the squirrel on top reminiscent of "Ice Age"... which is a much beloved movie here at our house, and I gave this guy to Mike because he liked it...
This is "bed head yawn guy", and this one was inspired by Kendra at the studio one morning... I had made a bunch of balls up, ready to turn them into critters... I had one left and didn't have an idea for it (strange for me), and Kendra kept yawning... ta da, "bed head yawn guy"...
Little sleeping blue cat...
Blue guy, who I personally think of as a monk...
Calico cat with copper whiskers, which belongs to my Mom now...
This one I call "Fashionable Alien" and it's wearing real jade earrings... I gave him to Michelle because she liked him/her/it...
This one I called "Frogman" and he also belongs to my Mom...
Here is "Jamaican Dude"... I outlined his dreadlocks in gold leaf pen... I like his purple eyes...
This one I actually made especially for myself, and he was supposed to be Santa... but the glaze I used acted up on me, and now he looks like a demented lumberjack or something... oh well... We call him "Odd Santa"...
Meet "The Professor"... he reminds of some cartoon character, but I still can't think of which one, or maybe it was a cereal character, eh, who knows...
This one was inspired by the Carolina Face Jugs, and I call him "Wacky"... I like his freckles, don't you...
And last, but not least, "Walter" who I made for my nephew, James, and gave to him at his graduation open house. Walter is a character of the comic/ventriloquist Jeff Dunham, and James likes that guy...
So that brings y'all almost up-to-date. Still some I need to photograph yet. Something to look forward to! Ha...
I made this bowl using a slab of clay and a plaster mold, along with real maple leaves pressed into the clay. I gave this bowl to my brother, Jim, and my sister-in-law, Sue, because of the maple leaves. Jimmy makes maple syrup and gives us some each year, so it seemed fitting they have this dish.
I also made a small pen and pencil holder for my Dad...
But unfortunately, turns out the cattail leaves are not only pointy and sharp, but also not very practical. They've broken off now, so I'm planning to make Dad a new one, this time with the leaves flat against the side. Live & learn... that's pottery...
I made some more small box pots, like this one with a blue flower, which I gave to my friend, Carla, because she's quite the gardener...
And this box pot with a frog for my friend, Renee, because she also is quite the gardener, and her gardens include ponds with many, many frogs...
Then I did another try at a blue bird, since I gave the original one to Kathy... but the bird turned out more black than blue, so you guessed it... it's my black bird box pot...
And then I finished up a strange box pot that I started in the fall of 2007, left it wrapped up for months, and then finished it. My niece, Susan, liked it when I showed it to her, so I wrapped it up in bubble wrap and gave it to her...
When I unwrapped the piece, after it had been in plastic for many months, it was covered in mold. I cleaned it well, which really brought the grainy feel out in the red clay. But I think it affected the glaze, since it's not super smooth... but I think it made it look like something really old, like antique old... Susan liked all the little pieces and the "hidden" drawer... I was happy she liked it.
I think it's fun to give the pieces away. I've made a few other things that I will have to post photos of later... since I have to mail them to a certain someone (Happy Birthday, Sandy!!!), and it wouldn't be so much fun to post a photo of it before she unwraps it!
I've also made a bunch of "critter shaker balls"... they're all about the same size, about 4" in diameter, with little pieces of clay inside so they rattle when you shake them.
Here is "bird man"... I gave him to Michael...
This one was going to be an acorn, but then I stuck the squirrel on top reminiscent of "Ice Age"... which is a much beloved movie here at our house, and I gave this guy to Mike because he liked it...
This is "bed head yawn guy", and this one was inspired by Kendra at the studio one morning... I had made a bunch of balls up, ready to turn them into critters... I had one left and didn't have an idea for it (strange for me), and Kendra kept yawning... ta da, "bed head yawn guy"...
Little sleeping blue cat...
Blue guy, who I personally think of as a monk...
Calico cat with copper whiskers, which belongs to my Mom now...
This one I call "Fashionable Alien" and it's wearing real jade earrings... I gave him to Michelle because she liked him/her/it...
This one I called "Frogman" and he also belongs to my Mom...
Here is "Jamaican Dude"... I outlined his dreadlocks in gold leaf pen... I like his purple eyes...
This one I actually made especially for myself, and he was supposed to be Santa... but the glaze I used acted up on me, and now he looks like a demented lumberjack or something... oh well... We call him "Odd Santa"...
Meet "The Professor"... he reminds of some cartoon character, but I still can't think of which one, or maybe it was a cereal character, eh, who knows...
This one was inspired by the Carolina Face Jugs, and I call him "Wacky"... I like his freckles, don't you...
And last, but not least, "Walter" who I made for my nephew, James, and gave to him at his graduation open house. Walter is a character of the comic/ventriloquist Jeff Dunham, and James likes that guy...
So that brings y'all almost up-to-date. Still some I need to photograph yet. Something to look forward to! Ha...
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