Category Archives: Stories of my life

That crazy Christmas dinner… that we do twice… part 1…

Posted on December 27, 2017 by pouringmyartout

Christmas dinner at my mom’s house in the San Francisco Bay Area has evolved into a complicated, two-headed beast. We do a full, traditional English Christmas dinner on Christmas day… and then we do it again the following day. It … Continue reading →

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Christmas monkey!!!

Posted on December 26, 2017 by pouringmyartout

Hey, don’t judge us… we have weird Christmas traditions. Okay, technically, giving cheap rubber masks as gifts isn’t really a tradition… yet… It might be, starting next year. My 94-year-old mother. She makes a good koala. Ummm…. We do have … Continue reading →

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Christmas, space ships… and a monkey…

Posted on December 26, 2017 by pouringmyartout

Christmas at my mom’s house in the Bay Area. Did I even do a post yesterday? I was so busy, I can’t remember. A huge, fancy dinner for 18 people… which we will do again tonight… with all the same … Continue reading →

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Well, you knew we would end up in San Francisco during our Christmas trip, right?… part 2…

Posted on December 24, 2017 by pouringmyartout

No, that isn’t a really long cable car. That is three cable cars in a row. But you can’t have a post about San Francisco without cable cars. Right now, we are getting ready to eat dinner. It’s Pizza. Because … Continue reading →

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Well, you knew we would end up in San Francisco during our Christmas trip, right?… part 1…

Posted on December 24, 2017 by pouringmyartout

I had to go up in a very tall, scary, glass elevator for that photo. It’s Christmas eve, and we did our annual pilgrimage to the city. Bong, James Bong. That’s not even a real dog. We always head across … Continue reading →

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Getting in the mood for Christmas… Old, recycled posts of the holiday season… part 11…

Posted on December 17, 2017 by pouringmyartout

A Christmas story from long ago… featuring Conan the barbarian… We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you a short story about my old friend, Conan the barbarian. When my daughter Jessica was about 5 or 6, she had … Continue reading →

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Getting in the mood for Christmas… Old, recycled posts of the holiday season… part 4…

Posted on December 12, 2017 by pouringmyartout

Some silly homemade Christmas ornaments and a Santa tiki… yeah, I said a Santa tiki… What, you don’t have a hand-carved Santa tiki??? Yeah, I have a Santa tiki… well, my wife does, because I gave it to her for … Continue reading →

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Another big fire in San Diego, and… wait… I know those horses!!!

Posted on December 8, 2017 by pouringmyartout

I was watching the news last night as another big fire rips through San Diego County. This one is not too close to my house, but it is burning towards my wife’s Aunt and Uncle’s house up in Fallbrook. Yes, … Continue reading →

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Two of my newest creations from my glass blowing class…

Posted on November 27, 2017 by pouringmyartout

I have finished the classes for now. Here are two of my latest pieces of art… or pieces of Art, as it were. I did not take a picture of the vase I made for my older daughter… the one … Continue reading →

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Some pictures from my third… and final… glass blowing class… the final chapter…

Posted on November 27, 2017 by pouringmyartout

How do you add colors to glass? Well, it turns out that you roll the hot glass in various chemicals and compounds, and then melt them into it.  The colors stretch and move as the glass is worked. Here we … Continue reading →

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