The End of the Rainbow

As I said in my last post, my life is full of rainbows. While I usually love rainbows, this particular rainbow I call the “rainbow of doom”, because it was seemingly never-ending. I painted it in our church and it meanders down one long hallway, turns the corner and then down another long hallway. I painted it with my airbrush and managed to set off the fire alarm at least a half a dozen times. This picture doesn’t even show half of it. At night I have been having nightmares where people at the church start saying things like “oh lets make the rainbow keep going down another hallway and another hallway and then wrap around the entire church!” and then I attack them by spraying them with my airbrush which I have filled with, not paint, but pepper spray. And then I feel really bad for doing that.

But yesterday was a good rainbow day, because many wonderful souls came to the church to help paint the blue “sky” around the rainbow- probably around a dozen people. I was so happy to see the rainbow project finally coming to an end. I may have been getting a little bit too giddy because at one point I blurted out “We need to have a gay pride festival here now!!!”. That’s when the area fell very silent. My dear husband finally broke the silence by saying, “you would say that, Naomi”. And he would say that (in fact, he does say that quite a few times a day). My comment probably would have gone over better in a different crowd of people.

But speaking of gayness and rainbows, it really is unfair that the gay people have a monopoly on the rainbow symbol to represent diversity. It should belong to every fantastical individual out there. It should belong to conjoined twins, dwarfs, those with speech impediments and those that walk funny. It should belong to extraordinarily ugly people and those who are exceptionally photogenic too. It should belong to people with odd cowlicks and people with weird moles. Most of all, it should belong to people who can’t help themselves from saying the wrong thing at the wrong time (and are named Naomi). It should belong to everyone who God created with crazy nuances and unusual particularities that make this world such a colorful, vibrant and unpredictable place to live.

I love living at the end of the rainbow, waiting to see what colors are coming next. It’s best when I don’t make my own plans, because they never come close to comparing to the colors God comes up with. Tomorrow is Labor Day. I don’t have any plans. I can’t wait to see what happens.

The end of the rainbow.

OK, don't roll your eyes when

I say this but....

I happen to have the best job in the world.

Full of rainbows, sunshine and really big smiles.

H-I-LL-S

Give me an H

H!

Give me an I

I!

Give me two Ls

LL!

Give me an S

S!

What does that spell?

Another season of MTV Reality Drama!! Go team Audrina!!

A Poem About Me...

Shiznits.

Washed my face but still have zits.

Put on deoderant but still smellin my pits.

Fed the kids but their still throwin fits.

I'm about to call it quits.

Shiznits.

Dr Sketchy Surprises

Sunday night's Dr. Sketchy was more... interesting... than usual. Since the venue has moved (once again) to an even "sketchier" location, which resembles a dungeon, I am beginning to think it is establishing a descending pattern with each relocation. None-the-less, we were blessed with an extra bendable model who displayed some poses that made my own body hurt just watching. Her name was Midnight Martini. Also adding spice to the flavor of the night were some new sketchers, one whom, after winning an extra spicy prize, volunteered to join in on the modeling fun. I named this bold volunteer 2am Martini. Ok, so you'll just have to view the pictures to know what I am talking about... but be prepared. Thus, to our surprise, it turned out to be another "two for the price of one" night.

Roxy Creates
I aspired to teach Roxanne her ABCs this summer which proved to be a difficult task. She did mastered the letter E, but not too many other letters, despite
constant conversations about them. However, while her alphabetical skills have not quite flourished this summer, her artistic skills have blossoms more vibrantly than the flowers she plucks from our yard to wear behind her ear. Maybe she will be the eccentric illiterate type.

Here are some of my favorite pieces of artwork from Roxanne this summer (although it was incredibly hard to narrow it down to just five).

Above is a drawing of Roxanne's family. I am not sure who is who.

This is supposedly a picture of me. I'm not sure why I am sad and crying and if this is how she typically envisions me, but it's still cute anyways. Thanks for the great boobs, Roxy!

This is a picture of herself with a flower nose and flower hands and feet.

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This one is my personal favorite. I call it "The Puking Egg". Not sure what it means but Roxanne laughed hard while she was painting it, and laughs now everytime she sees it.

This one is kindof scary to me. The only explanation Roxanne gave for it was that it is a girl, because it has eye lashes.

Show Time

The Tiki art show was on Saturday and we had a good time. The art was very impressive and more intimidating than last time. I don't really have too much to say about it. Here's my husband being cute. Ahhhh... he's always cute! And four true peeps showed up to see the show this time. You can see in this picture Matt (who is clearly ready to leave by now), my bro Luke, Clyde from Dr. Sketchy's, and Susee from Dr. Sketchy's also came (but only got part of her arm in the picture). Those who didn't show up.... jerks. I bought another canvas on Saturday with my 40% off coupon from Michael's, but I don't know what will be on it yet. I'm brewing a couple ideas around in my head, but feel free to give me your ideas if you have any (and if you're not gonna charge me for them).