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Monday, June 25, 2012

AN ESSAY ON ART (FISHDUCKY STYLE)

      
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       A note before today's post: I've always said that I don't want my own blog.  Just because I'm here doesn't mean that I've changed my mind.  Elisa says that it takes her about an hour to get the stuff that I send her ready for posting & she just can't take that time any more.  She is ONE BUSY LADY!  With her instruction I'm going to try to do my own posting because I love her.  I'm planning on posting Mondays & Fridays.  Wish me luck! 







            I was recently in the office of a doctor I hadn’t seen before.  His office was small & had several paintings hanging in the waiting room.  They were all signed by the same person & judging by their poor quality, it was my guess they were done by his wife.  Having them there would be a positive thing for his marriage, but not so much for his patients.  Anyway, they made me think of this story:
            A man comes to a woman’s house a little early to pick her up for their blind date.  She lets him in & asks him to wait in the living room while she finishes getting ready.  He notices several paintings (by an obviously untalented artist) & is intently studying them when she walks in.    She sees him looking at the “art” & says, “Do you like them?  I painted all of them myself.”  He blurts out, “Oh, thank heaven!  I was afraid you’d bought them!”  I have no idea how their date went.

The doctor’s wife & the blind date lady probably don’t identify with him:

     Two of the newest forms of art are the bumper sticker & the tee shirt..  Some of them are gross and/or insulting, but a lot of them are really funny.   If you’re not a fan of bumper stickers, this is for you:

The 3rd panel might be hard to read.  It says,
“STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO ON YOUR BUMPER STICKERS.”







         Here are some examples of what I mean.  These are from the web, but I’ve seen several on shirts, cars & motorcycles that made me laugh.  My favorite, which I couldn’t find a picture of, was on the back of a motorcyclist’s tee shirt.  It said, “If you can read this, my old lady fell off!"

 







I’ve saved my favorite for last.  In case you can’t read it, the sign on this Amish buggy says:
   Energy efficient vehicle
   Runs on oats and grass
 Caution: Do not step in exhaust


            I’ve also made quite a few signs of my own, mostly on styrofoam leftover containers from restaurants.  This was so I would be able to eat MY OWN FOOD the next day.  When the kids were still at home I would write various things on the box so they would leave it alone.  Some examples: “Keep out”, “Don’t touch” or “This is Mom’s”.  These did no good.  I graduated to “Poison” (with the appropriate skull & crossbones), “Danger—Live Snakes” & even “Caution—Radioactive Materials”!  None of these worked either.  Now that all the kids are married & gone, I just put an “X” on the box to remind my husband not to eat it.  About nine eight seven times out of ten, he’ll leave it for me.
     I wonder what’s (left) in the refrigerator----fishducky