My friend Marianne Kasparian aka Mak

She does some beautiful things...worth checking out-
www.MAKUstudio.etsy.com
flikr.com/makustudio

Have fun!
Mishy

What Mishy has been doing

I've been busy posting pictures...have more to come...meanwhile-

http://www.desertdragonpottery.etsy.com

and

http://www.flickr.com/photos/desertdragonpottery

Some photos are on both sites

Also have a site at-
http://www.spraygraphics.com/MishyKatz
with some different stuff...

April's Wedding

Wedding Video

Here is a clip of the wedding for anyone who would like to check it out.
Its only about half of what i have but uploading takes an hour per 15 seconds so its very slow
going. I do hope to have the rest up soon.


Thanks Mishy so much for getting this for me. You really made the wedding complete for me.

Hell from the drafts pile. 6-15-08 Unedited

I've never bothered to imagine what hell would be like. I once heard someone say that hell was seperation from God or simply a lack of an after life. So then my version of hell would have been no life after this one, no heaven, nirvana, or reincarnation. I dreamt of hell last night and it was violent and miserable and the worse than anyone could imagine. I think it was hell, that is what I have labeled it anyway. The dream is fading thankfully and I can't say that nothing good was gained from it because I remembered something after having this dream that I had long forgotten. The dream starts out with myself Kelly and the kids going on a road trip. As we are driving down a mountain highway Lindy notices something like oil or gasoline in the road, I tell Kelly that it is not safe and that we need to stop. We stop somewhere further up the road and tnere are a ton of people there starting fires. There are some men that say that they will help us start our own. They seeemed trustworthy, I had no qualms about following them. The whole family seems to be seperated. I am sitting round the fire with a group of people, one or more of my children could have been there, The fire is getting low and day is breaking. In put my hands in the ashes of the fire and I find uncut jewels. Amethyst crystals and others. I share my find with others and trhey begin to find jewels in the ashes as well. There werethrongs of people there all in different groups, eventually I find my way back to my family and we get in th ecar and continue our journey, we have not arrived in hell just yet. The next thing I remember we are in a metro area of a big city. I see all kinds of characters, prostitutes, gang members, people buying selling all manner of items. It is pandomonium

Another stupid dream.

It was an odd dream, but then again most of my dreams are. Carlos called me and I asked him what he wanted. He wouldn't say, and then as I was about to hang up he told me that he needed a dress altered for his daughter. I don't know how I came into possession of the dresses, there were two of them one was a simple and the other one was satin. On the way to the seamstress I was followed by a women that wailed constantly telling me how much she loved Carlos. It was a bother to me, not the actual message but having to listen to her incessant declarations. She seemed to think that I had some sort of feelings for him which I did not. So I get to the seamstress and it is a rather old fashioned place, like out of an old western movie. She is dressed very simply like one of those Mormon women from the Zion ranch. I left the simpler dress there and asked her to give it away.The seamstress who was a young blonde woman said that the dress might be ready tomorrow. I went home which I think was my fraternal grandmothers house. Carlos called me on my cell, I was in the bathroom, he didn't identify himself but I know his voice. He said don't bring the dresses here, I said I wasn't planning on it. You can pick them up nor I will give them to my cousin and he can drop it by. I think I asked why not and he said that I did not belong there. I told them that by the way that the girl that was following me seemed to love him a lot and he said that he knew.

I asked K why he only called me once yesterday. He said that he didn't call because he just realized that I don't have to rise at the crack of dawn (or before) anymore. I actually checked the home phone a few times to make sure that it was on the hook. I called him this morning reluctantly. I don't really like calling him and hearing that he is busy, it is not that I mind interrupting. It's just that I don't like it, that's all. The first few days he called me several times a day and the last time he called I told him I was eating, I could have munched while I was on the phone but truth be told I wanted to watch a movie with L and he was distracting me.

We bought Lil Kel a 10x30 Intex Easy set pool and the kids dig it!By the second day of Summer vacation poor little Ranger has blisters on his shoulders from the sun. Yes of course I used sun block, what kind of mother do you think I am? He is just exceptionally sensitive, he will wear a shirt from now on. Poor little white boy. Lil Kel has my skin tone and Ranger has some albino persons that is allergic to the sun. Even his Daddy can get red without blistering. Our water is not very blue, the filter cannot keep up with 4 hours of heavy use per day. I bought a leaf skimmer to fish out the grass clippings. I found a toad in the pool this morning, at least it was alive but unfortunately it was after I had put about a cup of bleach in the water. I had a hell of a time catching it. I have no clue how it got in there, I don't think those things can hop very high.

Everyone is asleep, the two wee ones are slumbering in my bed. We just purchased a King size bed, Kelly wanted a Queen but I stood my ground. I am so glad because it seems that everyone is going to sleep with me when he goes to LA. The first night it was Lindy, the second night Kelly and Lindy, the third night Ranger and Kelly. Even the Imp slept in my room last night. I was going to leave him out with Ginger but he has suddenly taken up the habit of barking incessantly when he is outside, at things both real and imagined. Actually all the dogs in the neighborhood were pretty talkative yesterday evening. I could say that I brought him in out of concern for my neighbors but that would be a damn lie, I brought him in because he kept waking me up

WARNING!
DO NOT BUY
FRIGIDAIRE GALLERY SERIES WASHER.
OVER PRICED PIECES OF SHIT



So this is my exciting life of kiddie pools, sun burns, barking puppies, and toads. Just add to that my washer being broke. Just more than a year old and this is the second time that it has gone crappy on us. Everything has broke on this machine. they replaced the tub because that broke, then they replaced motor because when the tub was leaking it dripped on it, and now it won't spin. No offense to the environment contrary to what K says I am not trying to destroy the earth but High Efficiency washers just don't really get your clothes that clean. So if you want to stink just go ahead and buy one. This is an off the subject rant but I informed my SIL of my problems with my piece of shit washer and advised her not to to purchase one like it and of course that made her run out and get one even quicker because she wants to stink and pay too much for her laundry detergent. Either that or she thinks I am a complete moron and am only imagining these t hings. The latter is likely as her brother was the one standing in a pool of water from the washer while denying that there was a leak. While I am bitching about appliances I may as well mention that we bought the matching dryer and yes it drys clothes but do not accidentally mix a brain there because it will find it and chew it to shreds. Lindy has lost about a dozen bras that way. The painting on the paint coating is nearly chipped off, another piece of crap. It is funny that I should end up with this pair as I was the one that just had to have new appliances as the used ugly ones that K kept getting were breaking at least once a year. At least they actually got my clothes clean and didn't go jack the ripper on my undergarments.

The last thing K said to me before he left was a request for a clean house when he returned, I said nothing even though I felt some hysterics coming on. Well, at least some hysterical laughing. I wanted to say,"Are you mad man? Are you ill? Have rats nawed on the wee peanut inside your skull? What the hell is wrong with you?" I did not say any of those things. I am actually trying to gain some sense of order around here. Trying, making little progress. One thing that I like about K being gone is that it is less stressful. I know that I will be doing everything alone. When he is home and he does not help enough or at all with the kids it bothers me. He refuses to cook, or do anything with the kids. He doesn't shop at all period. He may do a few dishes but no pots or pans and he will not clean the kitchen. I could go on but why you get the picture. I am one person and I cannot do it all so sometimes I do not do what I can because I am frustrated or depressed. So it is better to actually be alone because then I am not resenting him for not helping me. Yes these are things that I should be telling him and I have but it falls on deaf ears. He made a deal with L that if she loaded the dishwasher then he would empty it. Then he said oh well I am not doing it so I guess that is her job too. The one chore that he seems to relish doing is being the recycling police and if he finds a box in the trash he will ask me why I hate the Earth. I think I may have to stop buying him his favorite cookies because the packaging is not recyclable.
That's the end of my rant.