Namaste

This photo was taken a couple of months ago at the north rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona, USA. I wrote the sentiment in high school when I was around 16 years old. "Make your dreams reality; not your reality dreams." I put the photo and the quote together when finally, after many years of trying, I was able to spot two condors on a ledge. If you look closely, you can see them too. I had watched for condors for many years, and had never spotted one until this day. I did not give up. It reminds me of the hawk that was flying around my neighborhood and I tried and tried to get a shot of him with my camera. Finally, one day I got him and wrote about it on this blog.

It is important to dream. It is important to look into one's heart. "Somehow, between your dreams and your heart, you will surely find your own awakening." - Susan English, 2012

This is my last blog post as "Pouty."

I am now focusing on creating original,

inspirational, and entertaining artwork and sharing my stories with everyone.

Feel free to visit me,

Susan English, at my blog, "Honest Life."

 

Nada Clue

"They don't seem to know what they're protesting!"

Apparently certain journalists can't read, or choose 

not to listen. 

Suldog taught him to dance

Searching EBay for Obama Christ SuperStar

Kya and Ryden (2 weeks old today)

I've been sooooo busy with searching on Ebay for newborn baby clothes to send to NYC. I got side tracked while searching yesterday and found myself searching for an Obama Christ Superstar multi-colored neon sign all day. But every search brought up Cheez-its with his face on it, peanuts with his eyeballs, and corn husks with his ears - I really need to find one so that I can hang it next to my poster of the Pope and below my 8" x 10" black and white photograph of Jim Morrison in his tighty-whities.

So, what makes you smile? Inquiring minds want to know, or at least I want to know.

Fucket list - nada typo

My Fuck-it list of 20 things I do not intend to do before I die.

Buy new underwears. Fuck it.

Stop throwing away plastic water bottles. Fuck it.

Get in shape using a Bo-Flex. Fuck it.

Go see the re-united Who in concert. Fuck it.

Have sex all night long. Fuck it.

Learn how to ball room dance. Fuck it.

Learn to cook. Fuck it.

Visit China. (cough, gag). Fuck it.

Register as a Republican. Fuck it.

Buy a hybrid. Fuck it.

Stop chewing Juicy Fruit sugary gum. Fuck it.

Go to bed early. Fuck it.

Color my hair. Fuck it.

Volunteer in my community. Fuck it.

Finals. Fuck it.

Fuck it. Let’s party.

Fuck it. I lost count.

Fuck it. I’m out of here.

Giant Hand Carved Wood Pecker

Let's play
"caption this"

"Oh, that's just Mr. P lying down sun tanning in our backyard."

It's rain people

Why does rain make Arizonans do stupid things?

To that guy who ignored the flood warning and tried to drive through the rain wash anyways. It's impressive that you have a sports car and all, but seriously, you look stupid sitting on the hood waiting for the tow truck to come. There was an ole lady in a Buick who was smart enough to turn around and go the other way rather than try to cross, and she could barely see where she was going. Serves you right dumb-ass!

To that other guy on Scottsdale Road that was riding a bike. The rain comes up almost over your tires and the wind is blowing you sideways. One more inch and your bike will float way. What is so important? Are you going to the Starbuck’s to have a cup of hot chocolate? Moron.

To that tourist wearing daisy duke shorts. It is 20 degrees outside and the wind is blowing rain up your ass. Yes, you are visiting a desert, but you look really stupid right about now. Wear a one-size-fits-all rain tarp and Ugg boots like the rest of us. Pathetic.

To that chick with the bouffant up-do paying to park. Like the meter maid is going to get out of her golf cart with the rain pouring down to see whose meter is expired and leave a ticket on the windshield. Duh.

To that housewife walking to her mail box wearing her robe and flip-flops. OK, so you are friend to mother earth and your robe is made out of purely organic cotton, but those flip-flops are not made for wading through puddles. Shoes. Now.

To that barefoot couple kissing in the rain. Priceless.

by Kawaii Yasha