tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45443571471353943302024-02-20T02:39:24.315-08:00Organized DoodlesA collection of cartoons drawn by me with a bit of narrative.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.comBlogger419125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-2585961252209557462015-09-09T14:21:00.003-07:002015-09-09T14:21:48.925-07:00Sully Over the YearsRecently I picked up again the pursuing a dream that I've had for many years—the publication of a children's book using one of the many story I've shared with children over the years. As stated in my previous post, I finally illustrated a story which I entitled, <i>Sully Wants To Be a Rabbit</i>. I can't remember when I first made up and illustrated it. It was probably some 30 years ago. Over the years the tale of Sully has taken shape and developed into the story that I tell to children today. I have probably drawn and redrawn this character more than any other of the characters from my "catalog" of tales. Originally Sully's name was "Wilber." But, I figured that was already pretty well owned by a pig.<br />
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When I finally decided to change his name I decided to name him after a guy that was... well... quite a stinker. This particular Sully would make an appearance at my office door on occasion and would rant and rave about various things that he thought was important and that I should (according to him) consider as important. He could easily eat up an hour of my time. The truth be known, he was one of the few people that I've met that got me so upset that I kicked him out of my office. I later apologized for my rash behavior. He seem rather fine about the whole event. (Something similar had probably happened with other people he had bother.) So, when it came to choosing a name I thought Sully was the perfect choice, and thus he has been Sully for over 20 years now. (The original Sully no longer walks the earth. I figure he's giving the angels fits in heaven.)<br />
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Below is an illustrated history of the various incarnations of Sully—the skunk that wanted to be a rabbit...<br />
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My first depiction of Sully drawn on a transparency for use with an overhead projector. Kids now days have no idea what an overheard projector is. I still like using them and I've had children literally ask what it is when I set it up.</div>
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This is the version of Sully I have used the most. I can't remember when I first drew him this way, but it has stayed with me many, many years.</div>
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A quick pencil sketch of my of my first attempts to create an illustration that I felt was worthy of publication. </div>
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I got busy and decided to create an illustration with a full background. I later backed off that idea—maybe because at the time I felt it wasn't necessary. I'm sure that if a publisher felt that I should fill in my illustrations I would go to work. But many of the illustrations in children's books that I look at aren't filled with a lot of details. </div>
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I kind of like this guy. Not sure why he didn't make the cut. </div>
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A sick Sully. I was trying for more sadness, as oppose to anger.</div>
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A worried and depressed Sully.</div>
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This is the version I finally settled on. He's basically unhappy about his life situation. Many people are like that and would rather be like someone else—thus the premiss of the story.</div>
<br />Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-17415588554882609052015-07-27T20:17:00.003-07:002015-07-27T20:18:36.948-07:00Blogging AgainIt's been so long since I've posted anything on this blog I think that I've almost forgotten how to do it. I have avoided this blog for the past several years and I would have probably deleted it a number of years ago but I couldn't find the "kill button." But, here I am, after a 15 hiatus, getting back into the blogging spirit by attempting to make another post.<br />
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I have no idea as to whether or not if anybody cares about this blog. So, I might just be talking to myself. BUT!, there is a reason for me to post something here.<br />
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Years ago I dreamed of the possibility of bringing one of the many children's stories that I've told over the years to publication. Recently one significant event happened that lead me to finally make a serious attempt at getting a book published. Back in April, Marylynn and I became grandparents. If you happen to be one of my Facebook friends, this is no revelation to you. I've posted a number of photos there. One of the request that my daughter, the mother of our grandson, Max, made that I put together a book for his nursery. This is me and Max hanging out.<br />
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A few years ago I began work on getting some illustrations done. A couple of months ago I finally went back to try and finish the project. Well, I've finally completed my illustrations for the book and now I'm in the process of trying to land a book publishing agent. After reading the requirements for submission, I noticed that they ask for a link to my webpage. Thus the reason for trying to breath life back into this blog. Perhaps this will satisfy an agent's or publisher's need for a way to check out my artistic skills.<br />
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Here now is the first illustration for my children's story, <i>Sully Wants to Be a Rabbit</i>. This is Sully and he is one unhappy skunk. What do you think?<br />
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<br />Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-13189289027829478272010-12-08T19:42:00.000-08:002010-12-08T19:42:41.356-08:00Where My Brain IsWell, I'm sitting at 40 pounds down since June 12th. I have a goal of reaching 50lbs by Jan. 12th. That will mean 6 months on this <i>"life-style change"</i> that I've been on. At least, that's what my Son-in-law, Ben, calls it. He took on the challenge of acting as my trainer while I am on this campaign. Lately the <i>"life-style change"</i> has felt more like a diet. Ben has me on, what he calls, a <i>"December to remember"</i> program—no breads, no cereal, no chips, no pasta, none of that. The good news is that I can eat all the meat and fruit that I want. I am definitely into meat. On top of all that I have a light workout routine that I do three times a week, and I walk one hour each day—no small task. It seems to be working.<br />
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The other day I was walking down a street am I'm thinking,<i> "My body is out on the road, but where is my mind?"</i> I'll show you where my mind was...<br />
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I couldn't tell you how many caricatures that I've done over the past four years. I've kept a copy of almost all of them. Someday I've going to lay them all out on a floor just so that I can get an idea of how many I've drawn. It will take a room larger than my living room to lay them all out next to each other—there are just too many. Even to try and show you all the one I might consider my favorite pieces would make this post far too long. Still, I want to try and show off a few of what I consider to be better examples of my work. All of these have been posted on this blog sometime before, but for your consideration here are a few of my favorite things, or rather doodles.</div>
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Drawn for a sweet girl, Christie. She used it as the header on her blog about her journey through serious illnesses.<br />
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Drawn for a client living in Arizona who's husband owns an unusual antique tractor.<br />
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Drawn for a client in Florida who's husband enjoys a good round of golf and driving their dog, Daisy, around in their golf cart.<br />
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Drawn for a client in England who's grandfather is a retired dentist and enjoyed singing hymns to his patients.<br />
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This was an anniversary gift for the son and daughter-in-law of a friend. I spent a long time studying the famous painting, <i>American Gothic</i>, to create this one.<br />
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This was a birthday gift for a very good friend of mine that is a minister in New Mexico.<br />
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Drawn for a longtime friend that enjoys hunting in the fields of NW Oklahoma. He and I had a successful turkey hunt together one season.<br />
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Drawn for a client in Idaho that owns a potato farm.</div>
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Drawn for a good friend that has been kind and generous to me on more than one occasion. This hangs on a wall next to his bed.<br />
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Drawn for a client who's son is a serious poker player.</div>
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Drawn for a client with a large family. They are military stationed in Japan. She wasn't sure about my suggestion of a Ninja theme, but liked the way it turned out.</div>
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Drawn for a client that has a daughter who owns an unusual pair of pants—very fancy indeed.</div>
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Drawn for a client that is quite a nature lover.</div>
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Drawn for a client who's husband is a big <i>Lord of the Ring</i> fan. </div>
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An illustration of my dear departed brother-in-law Jim. His daughter asked God to let her see her daddy one more time. Right after that she got her copy of this illustration from her mother. The Lord works in mysterious ways.<br />
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This was one of my few serious portraits, drawn for a good friend that loaned us her cabin in Colorado for a few days.<br />
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This is my mother-in-law. Rabbits fear her when she drives the riding lawn mower. As a matter of fact, I do too.<br />
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Drawn for a fellow blogger that has become a good friend. One of the few fellow bloggers that I've ended up having the chance to meet face to face. She sent us okra in the mail. I sent her this doodle.<br />
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Drawn for another blogging friend. She was about to order an illustration from me, then she had some difficulties which causes her to cancel the order. I enjoyed surprising her by drawing one for her anyways. She uses it as her blog header.<br />
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Drawn for a young lady that is a family friend that grew up and became a preschool teacher. I thought this turned out really well and I was especially proud of the way the lettering turned out.<br />
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It's not too late to get in an order for a caricature before Christmas. You might be surprised by my rates. If you'd like more information then e-mail me and I'll be happy to tell you what I charge for an 8x10 illustration of that loved one on your gift list—the one that you always have a hard time figuring out what to buy them.<br />
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green_rick@juno.comRickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-7399037007389377822010-11-20T20:55:00.000-08:002010-11-21T06:55:53.513-08:00The Name Thingy ProjectI'm sitting on the living room floor of my oldest daughter's house. We've been in Oklahoma for the past week getting things together for daughter number two's wedding. The nuptials happened yesterday and everything went very well. I've been sharing on this blog my plans to create a large styrofoam cutout to help decorate the wedding reception. Here is my report of how the "Name Thingy Project" turned out.<br />
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The work actually began when I did the "dry run" back in Brookings.<i> (See below what I did as a practice project.)</i><br />
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Then I cut out the image using the lines as my guide. Back home, when I did my dry run, I tried using an electric knife, but the styrofoam I used then was a standard thickness. The panels I got in Oklahoma was a compressed foam and too hard for the knife. The youth pastor at the church was kind enough to loan me his sawzall to use instead. That worked great for the large cuts, but for the tighter spots I utilized a hot knife.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We just couldn't destroy the entire project.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll post some photos from the wedding soon. You can find several that I've already posted on my Facebook page. It was a beautiful event and my daughter looked VERY beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-80778865324955841092010-11-03T11:50:00.000-07:002010-11-03T11:50:08.330-07:00Doodle SpontaneityI was in another long meeting yesterday, and if you follow my blog you know that means more <i>"meeting doodles."</i> Below are the results. I think the guy in coat turned out especially well. I never know what will come out once I put the pen to paper and start to doodle during a meeting. I kind of like the spontaneity that's involved—there's no erase option once you get started.<br />
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I put this doodle together and sent it to John. He wrote, <i>"I think you are perhaps the most gifted cartoonist I have ever known! Wow! Excellent! Thank you!" </i>Now, I think John was a bit over the top there—just a bit, but I really appreciate the remark and just had to share it with you.<br />
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John was kind enough to allow me to post this doodle here for your viewing pleasure. Drop by <a href="http://pastorjmh.blogspot.com/">his blog</a> and tell him that you think that he is the most gifted blogger ever, or something to that effect.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-31461321559315822942010-10-07T20:31:00.000-07:002010-10-07T20:31:11.516-07:00Two Faces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKJ0fYl7T-e0UpCccZleIIN1yZ0ZbZrAT_ZDKfVmwvtdcfg73nZ7qV6NIR2Emou1vsDDAqSVLjaAFo41YwLLbTVTahEtDSalcjLkmVCduwv8JfnDiyODRnVbxtnkIhvE80tsbeVyeYg/s1600/TwoFaces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKJ0fYl7T-e0UpCccZleIIN1yZ0ZbZrAT_ZDKfVmwvtdcfg73nZ7qV6NIR2Emou1vsDDAqSVLjaAFo41YwLLbTVTahEtDSalcjLkmVCduwv8JfnDiyODRnVbxtnkIhvE80tsbeVyeYg/s320/TwoFaces.jpg" width="221" /></a></div>I was in a long meeting the past few days. The speaker was <i>"yammering"</i> on about something. If you know me, you know that I had to pull put a pen and do some doodling. This is a little something that I scribbled down. It ain't much, but it's something.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-21216330780458519052010-09-30T04:12:00.000-07:002010-09-30T12:03:39.515-07:00By Any Other Name Is Still...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7T5-mhK8x3oZ9gBhWK7azyOPs6x8AwbDP0glB61mbf4aUfNAaIYtH1IZTe1jPcWRJUYo7AVkDXO9NnWEA8UXn6PRsMiuqIcyS5pu_sxo5k5KX-sxeqnqUlMIRPuDsa0XIQf3kdFCUg/s1600/MarylynnName2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7T5-mhK8x3oZ9gBhWK7azyOPs6x8AwbDP0glB61mbf4aUfNAaIYtH1IZTe1jPcWRJUYo7AVkDXO9NnWEA8UXn6PRsMiuqIcyS5pu_sxo5k5KX-sxeqnqUlMIRPuDsa0XIQf3kdFCUg/s320/MarylynnName2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I keep producing these Name Doodles. I like doing them so much that I decided to redo one for my wife, Marylynn. Her's was basically <a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/doodling-my-loves-name.html">the first one I did</a>. I think that my technique has gotten better, plus the coloring on the first one was just in the computer. I wanted to make one she could hold in her hand. And so, that's what I did.<br />
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Her favorite color is yellow and since she's from Texas, she's the yellow rose of Texas in my life. I know, I know... "<i>Oh Gwarsh!"</i><br />
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We decided to "splurge" a bit on our weight loss thing last Friday night and went out for some Chinese. On the way there we swung by the port and I took some quick photos as the fog was rolling in...<br />
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<span id="goog_1315197776"></span><span id="goog_1315197777"></span>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-87963101435657263662010-09-27T09:51:00.000-07:002010-09-27T09:51:53.489-07:00A Short TripI tell people that I don't mind them making fun of my hairline, and I mean it. I'd rather them poke fun at that then at my personality. After all, it was God Who gave me the hairline. And why should I complain about the 1,000's of hours that He has saved me from daily morning hair prep time? I'm telling you that if I brush my hair more than six times it's only wishful thinking.<br />
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</div><div>What I do mind is having to hear the same bald jokes over and over again. I'm telling you that I've heard them all! </div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"God only made a few perfect heads. The rest He covered with hair."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yuk, Yuk</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"You're not loosing hair. You're only growing more face."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yuk, Yuk</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Etc. Etc...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I try to eek out a polite chuckle, but it's getting harder. But, here's one that perhaps your bald friends have not I've heard. This is indeed what I say when people tell me they're going to get out of my hair...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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It's been a while since I drew something just to add to my collection. I've got a stack of doodles at home. Occasionally, I get a chance to display them, but I rarely sell anything. People mostly just like to look at them. Oh well, it's just a hobby.<br />
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Christmas is coming. If you're interested in having a character drawn, or a Name Doodle done, now is the time to get your order in. I have a wedding coming up in November. THAT'S going to require some of my attention.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOFLuii4U8MiIUqo4nqLnpWRDNLIzu9B2IxgPdnhX1CjFLFvLSbg6qkGV-n7hVOMfz1DOV1WYLo7ScZoyCdVgG0ryzedmdrnaZpwX73jSGGlXWon_GUZRsweHuNjIzuuBW18V6hJu_w/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOFLuii4U8MiIUqo4nqLnpWRDNLIzu9B2IxgPdnhX1CjFLFvLSbg6qkGV-n7hVOMfz1DOV1WYLo7ScZoyCdVgG0ryzedmdrnaZpwX73jSGGlXWon_GUZRsweHuNjIzuuBW18V6hJu_w/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>We were "Skype-ing" with our eldest daughter, and her husband (my trainer) the other night. Do you "Skype?" It's the greatest way to connect with your family when they are far, far away. I was playing with my new camera and got this shot.<br />
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The youth group at our church had a big event last night. This year they brought in a dunk tank and asked me if I would take a turn. It's a good thing for them that I had lost weight because a few months ago I would have been over the capacity. So, on a cool, overcast evening, on the Oregon coast, your's truly took a bath. Here are some shots...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3DH281dgbfxW6Zv6wSj9vGXZZZCoEaJHZGmq1FojCj3vNIrfA_NqrynRBWl4qOZCh9LISAbS0u3nB6xyIprIIRCxWT16MGf_jMINVmE2DcuBPLLgxxQa73ndgcgdNf7G2S9mMicngA/s1600/IMG_0230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3DH281dgbfxW6Zv6wSj9vGXZZZCoEaJHZGmq1FojCj3vNIrfA_NqrynRBWl4qOZCh9LISAbS0u3nB6xyIprIIRCxWT16MGf_jMINVmE2DcuBPLLgxxQa73ndgcgdNf7G2S9mMicngA/s320/IMG_0230.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My friend, Bernard, made a big announcement that I was in the tank. I would have rather preferred they ignore me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWwvJpxUGffqPzpJcQ7gEsgWQdx0qRBm4NzE4o_GjivTEhUdpTjdyCDNsSgiClbhxiaH_lPLFDZJxTMzosmpamTmRNCnE8yvWXExtYh4Q0ZsiCVwmKadoSFOFSw8s5qt7QUbwllgbyw/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWwvJpxUGffqPzpJcQ7gEsgWQdx0qRBm4NzE4o_GjivTEhUdpTjdyCDNsSgiClbhxiaH_lPLFDZJxTMzosmpamTmRNCnE8yvWXExtYh4Q0ZsiCVwmKadoSFOFSw8s5qt7QUbwllgbyw/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kids seem to attack the trigger with a vengeance. I kept wonder what did I ever do to them?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQVstmE8vsZAfIjCWOfzNPgQyGjcqrLtRcJo9mHz081-zfGkO4pUccUfpT_I8uMBiCWKXZjnlwjxAoz9M-dsQoEHgHiM2O8dot1aS40pXTmfujWRmu0rV5WuiWJHaJaHv_5i99niR4A/s1600/IMG_0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQVstmE8vsZAfIjCWOfzNPgQyGjcqrLtRcJo9mHz081-zfGkO4pUccUfpT_I8uMBiCWKXZjnlwjxAoz9M-dsQoEHgHiM2O8dot1aS40pXTmfujWRmu0rV5WuiWJHaJaHv_5i99niR4A/s320/IMG_0251.jpg" /></a></div>Down I go! This was actually my third or fourth dunk, but it's the best shot that my youngest was able to get. Yes, it was cold.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-44873599422131315832010-09-14T10:57:00.000-07:002010-09-14T13:03:08.795-07:00One Good Turn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-DY6c9tKSPCWYrVc5nPvpRbXsXesUENR6Hypbuoo3gLQP76zWlZzElDumqohLOCurLJaJfWNDnuxqdImk_TR_YH_Vh3w7ptrH8teuCFK2CEyK_hdlMkP35dCsrlVN8mfE7NRHZm9eg/s1600/HelenNameDoodle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-DY6c9tKSPCWYrVc5nPvpRbXsXesUENR6Hypbuoo3gLQP76zWlZzElDumqohLOCurLJaJfWNDnuxqdImk_TR_YH_Vh3w7ptrH8teuCFK2CEyK_hdlMkP35dCsrlVN8mfE7NRHZm9eg/s320/HelenNameDoodle.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://reddirtwoman.blogspot.com/">Helen</a>, my okra giving, red dirt living, Oklahoma friend, saw the Name Doodles that I created for Alice. She commented that she really like them, and so <i>(of course)</i> I was happy to create one for her. One good turn deserves another, as they say.<br />
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Thank you again <a href="http://reddirtwoman.blogspot.com/">Helen</a>, for the Okra treat. We enjoyed it dearly.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-59879870234072706272010-09-11T11:32:00.000-07:002010-09-11T14:45:35.411-07:00Bad Bunny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0pHbrrK_pLhhKTtbxoOaIHP8pkEHV7kVw0Dn-9ELvA7IuzFiDdbw9JGa-5ELUTHX0jFnhubsMol1dSi4bJ85hBkxAUwrHcSK2MfCtPmTpwJpSHiHNQAb8ygRpKEJuFoQnhZx88Exow/s1600/BeforeShowerPic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0pHbrrK_pLhhKTtbxoOaIHP8pkEHV7kVw0Dn-9ELvA7IuzFiDdbw9JGa-5ELUTHX0jFnhubsMol1dSi4bJ85hBkxAUwrHcSK2MfCtPmTpwJpSHiHNQAb8ygRpKEJuFoQnhZx88Exow/s200/BeforeShowerPic.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>My new camera arrive on Thursday. It's like my old Canon in many ways, but still, a much, much better camera. I've barely had it out of the box. I had been reduced to using our youngest daughter's camera, and when her sister flew into town for a wedding shower, it was all I had to take pictures with. The screen on the camera is broken and so when I took this photo before the shower we had no idea that it was set on black and white. The picture turned out pretty good still.<br />
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<i>"What am I doing?,"</i> I hear you ask. <i>(Yes, I can hear you all the way from here.)</i> I am just watching what I eat and walking every day—following my son-in-law's directives. Starting Oct. 3rd he's going to have me doing some lite weight training. I say "lite," but he's had me pick up two 15lbs hand weights to do the training with. What's crazy to me is that those things are HEAVY and I've loss as nearly as much as those things weigh together.<br />
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Christmas is just around the corner. Maybe you'd like me to create a special gift for that special someone, or maybe you'd just like to see your own name all decked out. For $30 (plus $5 packaging and shipping) I'd be happy to do that very thing. Drop me a note @ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 18px;"><a href="mailto:green_rick@juno.com">green_rick@juno.com</a></span> and I'll get right on it.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-87853679349535116982010-09-01T21:25:00.000-07:002012-05-02T21:01:58.263-07:00Papa's Got a Brand New Bag<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm back after a long hiatus from this blog—too long. It seems that summer has too many distractions. This will be another long post. I generally like to keep them short for easy reading. I'll try to break it up into parts so that you can pick and choose to read what interest you.<br />
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<b>First:</b> The <a href="http://reddirtwoman.blogspot.com/">Reddirt Woman</a> strikes again...<br />
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Helen is the one blogging friend that I've had the chance to meet face to face. Two summers ago I came across her blog and commented on her okra garden. <i>(If you're asking yourself, "What's okra?" then you're not from the south.)</i> So, that summer, Helen was kind enough to mail us a box of fresh okra to us—a real treat.<br />
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Well, she did it again. Apparently this was a bummer crop season for okra—with plenty to share. Helen mailed us a bigger box of okra a few weeks ago. Now fried okra isn't on my list of diet food, but Marylynn and I could NOT ignore, or resist such a treat.<br />
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We not only had enough to fry up TWO batches, but we also <i>(reluctantly on my part)</i> shared some with Marylynn's mother. Doesn't that look good? Go to her blog and tell her what a nice person she is. Maybe she'll be nice to you.<br />
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THANK YOU Helen—my reddirt friend. I probably put five pounds back on because of your gift, but I loved every bit of it.<br />
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<b>Second: </b>More of the beauty of where we live...<br />
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Recently we had friends visit from New Mexico. One of the things we like to do when we have guest is to take them to visit the Redwoods. <a href="http://www.redwoodhikes.com/Jed%20Smith/Jed%20Smith.html">Jedediah Smith State Park</a> is only 30 miles from our home. We took them on the road to Stout Grove, which winds several miles through the forrest.<br />
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The trees are always wonderful to see and give lots of opportunities for great photos. Unfortunately my camera, which has been acting up, finally died. Fortunately, I was able to get in a few shots before it met its demise.<br />
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Last week we took some time to visit my parents and sisters in their new home in Lacy, WA. First we had to go to Idaho to pick up our daughter's possessions in storage at her former school. She's decided not to go back for her Sophomore year and take classes at the local community college here instead. We took a trailer and loaded up her belongs, then headed up to Washington. <br />
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My parents and two of my sisters have moved into a home together and we went up there to paint walls, hang stuff, and haul stuff away. I took my camera, just in case it had a resurrection, but it was no use. I did borrow my sister's camera for the one day we went into Seattle to take a look around. My daughter's boyfriend came along. He's fairly handy with the tools and my family wanted to adopt him away from us. He's never been to Seattle, so it was a lot of fun showing him stuff. Here are some photos from our excursion...<br />
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<b>Fourth (and finally):</b> Papa's got a brand new bag...<br />
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<a href="http://theshadowofthecross.blogspot.com/">Alice</a> saw the Name Doodle that I did for Marylynn. She asked whether or not I would do her daughter's name. I shot her a price and apparently she liked it enough that she ordered one for all three of her daugthers.<br />
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Here's name #1. I'll save the other two for later posts. I really enjoyed doing this. It's a bit time consuming, but, to me, it's a simple task that I am able to relax while doodling it out.<br />
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Alice gave me a few ideas of little items that I could add to each daughter's doodle. That, I think, really personalizes it—makes it special for the person I'm drawing it for. And, if you look close, you'll find you-know-who.<br />
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I think that I'll post one of these name doodles on my side panel and see if there's anyone else out there interested.<br />
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Here's a shot of us standing in the Redwoods together. We took some friends to see them just last Wednesday. Don't we look skinnier? It's the vertical stripes of the redwoods that make us look thinner.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-47220360089029729062010-08-05T15:17:00.000-07:002010-08-05T15:20:54.198-07:00Are You a Lonely Heart?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawCUMGhLMrgiPrWpqXM25LtMnNvlT3Yjdbq_LamIDGBsS7MZJTcNeHeUgosszvpTzWpGAmzJcwsAK7geoqLGah56uQqg6TQW2bpHscAXrePVt77FquHTxuJmd2JLmc2QwV8wPc_CaJQ/s1600/LovesGoneCold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawCUMGhLMrgiPrWpqXM25LtMnNvlT3Yjdbq_LamIDGBsS7MZJTcNeHeUgosszvpTzWpGAmzJcwsAK7geoqLGah56uQqg6TQW2bpHscAXrePVt77FquHTxuJmd2JLmc2QwV8wPc_CaJQ/s320/LovesGoneCold.jpg" /></a></div>It's not a doodle, but I took this photo of our wind chime the other evening. To me it is symbolic of a love gone cold. For whatever reason, I figure that there are a few people that could use this photo to illustrate a point, or story they're are wanting to share. So... if you have a lonely heart and you want to tell the world about it, then...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Copy & Share If You Dare</span>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-8829401043283502502010-07-17T11:29:00.000-07:002010-07-17T11:29:24.607-07:00Miss Fancy Pants<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMI1lJxEUYktPLHyKRsS2inAeDKNd0TFho5E18KimFVTRZw34hGQcg_8b3XycqY3mHs0tT_Xd-8ml_brcoIAlCcqW4JUpUsEDPPh6mjXV6LwqtoH7fvlUYDUKj0T7KzWbb6j7KX53Mqw/s1600/moms+222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMI1lJxEUYktPLHyKRsS2inAeDKNd0TFho5E18KimFVTRZw34hGQcg_8b3XycqY3mHs0tT_Xd-8ml_brcoIAlCcqW4JUpUsEDPPh6mjXV6LwqtoH7fvlUYDUKj0T7KzWbb6j7KX53Mqw/s200/moms+222.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>This is the second time that Cynthia requested a doodle from me. Back in the summer of 2008 she had me draw an <a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/2008/06/plowing-asphalt.html">illustration of her husband</a> riding his antique tractor. That was a challenging caricature because of the unusual shape of the tractor. Apparently they liked the illustration enough to order a second one from me.<br />
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<div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Hi Rick, Melanie LOVED your picture. She opened it and said - "Wait . . . Mom . . . How did you do this? Where did you get this? How does anyone know about my fancy pants? . . . oh and Lexi is in it too !! I LOVE IT !! THANK YOU !!" </span></i></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;">Check out <a href="http://www.halefmly.blogspot.com/">Cynthia's blog</a>, and <a href="http://www.melaniemadness.blogspot.com/">Melanie's blog</a> as well. You could wish her a happy belated birthday, and then ask her where she got those pants.</div>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-4917274305255393412010-07-07T10:40:00.000-07:002010-07-07T10:40:38.486-07:00Ninja Complete<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCCzm8EGV0HD1S7EiedVlKLNmcdSgA1g4z9iV2Xcw8qO-zDb9ypQUWDr_Y1rYNXkOr8IYr6K29kxbxu-a8iyWSI-568695BT-CmNCR1kIvBLj71j9KUxz8UtJZhPwozrQkH3f5JFTBQ/s1600/!!family+wall++picture+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCCzm8EGV0HD1S7EiedVlKLNmcdSgA1g4z9iV2Xcw8qO-zDb9ypQUWDr_Y1rYNXkOr8IYr6K29kxbxu-a8iyWSI-568695BT-CmNCR1kIvBLj71j9KUxz8UtJZhPwozrQkH3f5JFTBQ/s200/!!family+wall++picture+025.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>I finally mailed off the Ninja Family project yesterday. This was a gift that De'Etta wanted for her hubby, who is serving with our troops in Afghanistan. She has already e-mailed him a digital copy and it now hangs on his bulletin board over there. I was very proud to see a photo of one of my doodles hanging in Afghanistan. Ain't that something!?! <a href="http://not2many.blogspot.com/2010/07/catch-up-and-fathers-day-gift.html">(Click here to check it out.</a>) Ain't the size of the family something!?!<br />
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I'm still doodling all the time. I'm almost finished with another caricature that is laying on my drawing table right now. Then I have a list of three other illustrations a friend wants me to do. Next week I go on my annual three day motorcycle run. I think we have 15 bikes going this year—as compared to nine last year. Then it's off to Oklahoma to get some wedding prep done for daughter #2, who is getting hitched in November. I'm starting to feel the humidity.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-83236044922539075922010-07-01T09:13:00.000-07:002010-07-01T09:15:12.142-07:00Almost Thereeeee...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZZuzYwrwvgtn-hCD4SmUxy91RLFlva6nQS6dQ2prBZorge9y7z3gRfoq64n5fReI3lMi_4yEcjg-3q6vSiXzXkNHZONbwXlGAgyQxs-CCqoW_WBxtuIh3jDACWqbs5ZiLiE1wAYC3g/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZZuzYwrwvgtn-hCD4SmUxy91RLFlva6nQS6dQ2prBZorge9y7z3gRfoq64n5fReI3lMi_4yEcjg-3q6vSiXzXkNHZONbwXlGAgyQxs-CCqoW_WBxtuIh3jDACWqbs5ZiLiE1wAYC3g/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" /></a></div>This is an involved project. It looks simple, but with all the faces and filling in the background has taken a lot of time. But the end is in sight. A finished copy coming soon. Scroll down to see the earlier post of the piece.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-rQSCgu8D7L2lkyDTxfTjXO8S9PbB7usG3WNyHc-yUG6qMSjkPMChhEv2CXJ376t6_0EmfSNoKcsjxh3Xj7zx_4Dg3eKE0O3Z2pv7iZxXQRGvbq6tJAuONp17tojGAEuP3OLjmiQug/s1600/EarlyMarla_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-rQSCgu8D7L2lkyDTxfTjXO8S9PbB7usG3WNyHc-yUG6qMSjkPMChhEv2CXJ376t6_0EmfSNoKcsjxh3Xj7zx_4Dg3eKE0O3Z2pv7iZxXQRGvbq6tJAuONp17tojGAEuP3OLjmiQug/s200/EarlyMarla_0001.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Also, today is our youngest's birthday. She is 19. Happy birthday Marla. You are a mess!!Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-23599098032553665042010-06-30T06:41:00.000-07:002010-06-30T06:41:21.556-07:00Dumpster Diving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtnk3MqbkDIpzM6nbE7W6aKOfYSr4hg_Ywkoci7ER73DzDIVsbEKJ1cnjO8iV0dmXRETGJMA1BnRhSywDs0W5kM3v8J8PPYg1TyuppjXCvhNBlSzhgLcff1TQ9BQyMfOPcqj1xAT0rg/s1600/Larry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtnk3MqbkDIpzM6nbE7W6aKOfYSr4hg_Ywkoci7ER73DzDIVsbEKJ1cnjO8iV0dmXRETGJMA1BnRhSywDs0W5kM3v8J8PPYg1TyuppjXCvhNBlSzhgLcff1TQ9BQyMfOPcqj1xAT0rg/s200/Larry.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><br />
Larry and Loraine are good friends of ours. Loraine wanted to surprise her husband for his birthday and requested a doodle from me. Larry has been accused of being a bit of a dumpster diver. I know that he supports the local schools by collecting recyclables. So, this image of him taking a dive just had to be done. This is Larry hold a big chunk of freshly caught salmon—not retrieved from a dumpster.<div><br />
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These are photos that I took of the piece to give "Mrs. Ninja" updates on my progress. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I feel bad that it's taking me so long to get this one done, but I feel good about how it's turning out. What do you think?</div>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-35733280247811489072010-06-17T16:17:00.000-07:002010-06-17T16:24:09.284-07:00Inspiring Fatherhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMEQkR-Ng-danLeEJVzdqjR6FZ2th1nkHAEBXhi4KX4mA7JIdvLIahF2DG2RblvPY-qI28SA_SovzbECRMFwjOhTdigbxzyJHoUv6FedOmMBpms1VE6Az_vROwzqqdTSGcQqk3txWjA/s1600/Father'sDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMEQkR-Ng-danLeEJVzdqjR6FZ2th1nkHAEBXhi4KX4mA7JIdvLIahF2DG2RblvPY-qI28SA_SovzbECRMFwjOhTdigbxzyJHoUv6FedOmMBpms1VE6Az_vROwzqqdTSGcQqk3txWjA/s320/Father'sDay.jpg" /></a></div>Father's Day is this Sunday. I scribbled out this little doodle this afternoon just for you—in case you wanted to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"Copy & Share If You Dare"</span> it for your own blog, or color it and give to your father, or the significant man in your life.Being a father myself, there have been times when my daughters made comment on my <i>"less-than-inspiring"</i> attire. But, I know that, in the end, if you force them to... they will admit that I am the wind beneath their wings. Right girls!?!<br />
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<b>P.S.</b> If you haven't read my personal challenge on the previous post, please do so. I need your help. I need your inspiration if I am to go through with doing the craziest thing I've ever done. <i>(It beat the time that I tried to scare the whits out of a bunch of little campers while wearing a bear suit while in the forrest one night. That didn't work out so well for me.)</i>Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544357147135394330.post-11603371800155030292010-06-11T13:33:00.000-07:002010-06-11T15:51:06.871-07:00You Wanna Be a Rock Star?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6dCc6X7lZM55Tb_ynHQ7uguNzlJqjGwq3dOvtlTdlYhUODa1zJMnZLl-v6Woyh9IACViepKT7cyTw4l_Z33H3fE5Hb4NKjXuR7z1sDTGKYjyzdXkpa3JtQQD1K-yafWPCYtoawjdSg/s1600/RockStar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6dCc6X7lZM55Tb_ynHQ7uguNzlJqjGwq3dOvtlTdlYhUODa1zJMnZLl-v6Woyh9IACViepKT7cyTw4l_Z33H3fE5Hb4NKjXuR7z1sDTGKYjyzdXkpa3JtQQD1K-yafWPCYtoawjdSg/s320/RockStar.jpg" /></a></div>This is the beginning of a doodle that I've been working on in my spare time. I'm not sure why I went with this guitar guy—just thought he would make an interesting drawing. It's actually on a larger piece of paper than I normally draw on—17x14. That's part of the motivation—having room to draw in a bunch of stuff. I'll see where it goes. I have a drawing of a LARGE family that I started on last night. Plus I have a finished caricature waiting to be picked up that I can't publish because it is for a friend that might look at this blog sometime. You can expect me to be updating this doodle from time to time.<br />
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Blogger has a new way to customize your template, so I fiddled with that a bit.<br />
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The wedding plans continue. We'll be making a trip to Oklahoma in July. I'm sure that the ladies will fill my time with all the "stuff" that they have to do to make this wedding come off.<br />
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Speaking of weddings... June 9th marked 31 years for Marylynn and I. I posted these to Facebook Wednesday and thought that I might share them here with you.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The just pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Richard Green. Some things have changed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Scott called me yesterday evening to ask how the doodling was coming. I had to confess that I had forgotten his request. So, I got to work on it right away and e-mailed this creation to him just this afternoon. He said that it was "amazing." <i>(I like it when people say that about my art.)</i><br />
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My apologies Scott. I guess I've got some kind of metal block when it come to dealing with you. Were you mean to me one time and I've somehow blocked it out of my mind? I want to lay the blame on you, if I can.Rickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965400321043093038noreply@blogger.com5