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• It amazes me...
  by Carmen Cilliers

  ... that this is the most favourited of all my work, at 32 fa…

  ... that this is the most favourited of all my work, at 32 favouritings and 890 views. It amazes me because: / - It took me about 40 minutes to do & / - She looks so annoyed & / - I don’t think it’s one of my better works by a long shot. Just goes to show, we have no idea what we are talking about when it comes to our own work! To think, I sold this on Ebay for $79 … well at least the buyer told me it was professionally framed and gifted to her sister and sits on the wall in her bedroom. At the end of the day, that’s what it’s about, getting work out there rather than it piling up getting damaged in a store room. Just wanted to share.

• Things are turning around...thanks for being patient with me!
  by Shannon Rene' Justice

  I know it has been a while (well, up until this week) since I have uploaded anything new or exciting, but I think that the winds have cha…

  I know it has been a while (well, up until this week) since I have uploaded anything new or exciting, but I think that the winds have changed and things are starting to look up!!! I can’t complain about sales, I’m just about finished with my book, inspiration for new characters and designs have hit me over the head like a ton of bricks, PLUS I got a TBA over on Zazzle! I can’t wait to show you all the new book once it is available! I am very excited about it! And a big, fat special thanks to Paul who has been sooooo patient with me as far as the book thing…..he writes faster than a mofo and here I am taking my sweet @$$ time! :) Thanks Paully…you are such a doll!! XOXOXOX I love you all!

• Trying to add links, be patient please!
  by Joyce Dickens, IPA

  This is my first attempt at adding a link to a photograph…so here goes…. !http://images-1.redbubble.com/img/art/cropped/size:xsmal…

  This is my first attempt at adding a link to a photograph…so here goes…. Wow I think it qorked….thanks to Kimberly Palmer for sharing that valuable information….

• HELL - The HASSLES of Ending it!
  by clarkey

  The story begins here Okay, so he got his licence back! We …

  The story begins here Okay, so he got his licence back! We both thought that was baiscally it – he was given some paperwork to take to the Licensing Office (RTA) and they would issue him with a new one. Ha! NOT QUITE! His Christian name has been incorrectly spelt on his License since Day 1, but, he’d never noticed it. I pointed it out to him several years ago, but, he decided that it was just too much trouble getting it corrected to worry about. So, he just left it . . . I knew it would trip him up some day and today was the day as you will see! He gets down to the RTA and joins the queue. He rings me (Im at home, have been since dropping him at the Court this morning) and tells me he needs me to bring a utility billfi to confirm that he is who he says he is and that he lives where he says he does! He needs it A.S.A.P., please??? I take it down and he goes back to join the queue. Finally, hs number comes up and he goes to counter. In the process of getting his license re-issued, it turns out that the Court-issued document has his D.O.B. wrong! Then the incorrect spelling of his Christian name is added to the mix. The only way to fix all this mess is come home and get his Birth Certificate. We get back here and I fetch the document box, where I last saw his Birth Certidicate – it’s NOT there! He’s almost at the stage of pulling what little hair he left, out! And, me? Well, when he rang to say he’d got it, the relief I felt was almost as good as . . . hmmm, I don’t think we’ll go there; needless to say, I was beginning to think, “Bllody Hell!” and a few other choice phrases! And that wonderful relief is fast descending into frustration, anger and I’m thoroughly pissed off! Can’t find his Birth Certificate, what is he going to do – he can’t get his license without it, but, he doesn’t have it. By this time, I’m just about ready to throw something! “Give me the telephone book, please” “What do you want that for? The Government one?” “Yes. I’ll make a ‘phone call, find out if you can get it today by going into town to the Registrar’s Office. If you do it by mail, it’ll take forever!” “Ohhhh!!” It take me nearly 5 minutes to work my through the mess of crazy government department names before I find the number I need. Then I spend 15, yes, FIFTEEN minutes on hold, with their recorded message, “All our C.S.O.’s are serving other customers. You will be transferred to the first available one shortly” playing about every 60 seconds. I’m not far off gritting my teeth and pulling my hair out (I don’t want to become desperate enough to do that, there’re too many years invested in it!) Eventually, a young man answers – he’s a very nice-sounding young man. I explain that he needs nis birth certificate, if we come into town, can he get it today. I’m told that yes, he can. “Right, we’re going!” “Whaaaa? I can get it today? Did you ask how much it will cost?” “You heard every word I said.” (He should have, he was sitting right beside me while I had that conversation.) “I don[t care how much it costs, you need it, I NEED it, so, we’re going into the city” I’m very impatient by now. “Where do we have to go?” I tell him. “Where’s that?” Again, I tell him – shit, he knows the city better than he knows the back of his own hand. I don’t exactly dawdle getting there – he keeps telling me to slow down. I’d go faster if only the other bloody dirvers weren’t so intent on getting in my way! I decide to go down the next street as I’m more likley to find a parking spot there than where he has to go, which is on a corner, so I can’t park there, anwyay! I find a spot without any trouble and tell him he can walk around the corner. I’ll be here when he’s done! By now, I think he’s realized what sort of mood I’m in and knows better than to debate the point. About 15 minutes later, my mobile goes off, disturbing my pleasure of listening to G’n’R in as mindless a state as I could manage. He wants me to drive around the courner and pick him up just around the second corner! +$()_x%x#^& x%x(()(@& I get there and here he is, standing almost on the corner. How the f’ing hell am I supposed to park there? I have to pull in a bit further down than he wanted as it simply wasn;’t possible to pull in where he was. Which RTA office are we going to? He says you’re supposed to go o the one nearest your home. He also says they close at 16:00. Is he sure of this – no, but, he thinks that’s when they close. It takes me 5 minutes to get him to ring up to check. Arggghhh! I’m close to strangling him by this time. Amazing, they don’t close until 1630 – we have plenty of time to get to the one that’s closest to home, the one he was at this morning. Off we go. This time, when he gets to the counter again, he’s served by a Supervisor. She comments on the amount of paperwork he has. He explains what’s happened. While she’s sympathetic, she still has to go through the process of confirming who he is and where he lives. FINALLY! He walks back to me, waiting patiently in the car. IN a rather meek voice,, he says, “Will you take me down to the club or are you going to take me home to get my car?” He has a meeting to go to (he’s president, so, he has to attend). Bugger it, I’ll take him down there, and then I can have a couple of hours to try and re-discover that wonderful relief I felt earlier . . . how many hours ago was that? I’ll go and collect him after the meeting. So, from being on a wonderful high late this morning, I’m reduced to wanting to tell him to be silent, shut up, go away, get lost, piss off! I’ve spent 5 hours and travelled nearly 120 kms – all this, to get his license re-issued! I will definitely divorce him if he does it again and he knows it!

• No Strangers in my heart...
  by jegustavsen

  Today I was called to work at another Dialysis Unit. In one way I was glad b/c it is much closer than my usual work place, but the thoug…

  Today I was called to work at another Dialysis Unit. In one way I was glad b/c it is much closer than my usual work place, but the thought of working with staff and patients I was not familar with made me feel uneasy. As a Dialysis Tech you get to know your patients individual needs and how to care for them, from a certain way to setting up their chair, their blanket, their snacks, tv shows….and you grow to love them, whether they are kind, sweet, quiet or demanding, unpleasant, and rude; because they are all sick, very sick, and my heart melts when I think about it and I am able to embrace their behavior. A module of strangers tonight…and I realized how silly of me to worry because I didn’t know them, because what I did know was they were all sick, very sick and my heart melted and it didn’t matter this was the first time we met…. /