Category Archives: Stories of my life

My life is in boxes… part 2… (or): I got that empty feeling…

Posted on September 8, 2016 by pouringmyartout

We are starting the home renovations after the weekend… hey… don’t judge us… nobody cleans under their couch… or behind it… I didn’t open the drapes or use a flash or turn on a light… because even our dog is … Continue reading →

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My life is in boxes… and I am going to miss my desk…

Posted on September 8, 2016 by pouringmyartout

Well, it’s official… we are living in my mother-in-law’s condo for at least the next month… my wife, 17-year-old daughter, and I… while we have renovations done on our house. All our stuff is in boxes, either in a storage … Continue reading →

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Why yes, that is indeed a penis dangling over my head… and it’s worse than it sounds like it might be…

Posted on September 7, 2016 by pouringmyartout

First of all, I want to say that I had so many ideas for a title for this post bouncing through my crack squirrel-infested cranium that the squirrels went nuts, gave up, and let me proceed on my own… Feel … Continue reading →

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My friend, Olivia…

Posted on September 2, 2016 by pouringmyartout

Maybe you have found yourself wondering why I post pictures every time I babysit our friend’s daughter. Why should you care? The thing is… hey, I haven’t had a thing for a while… I love that kid… she melts my … Continue reading →

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The only thing cuter than a baby monkey… is two baby monkeys… and little Olivia…

Posted on August 29, 2016 by pouringmyartout

It can’t be easy to raise a baby in the trees… I think of all the crazy stuff my brothers and I did on more-or-less flat ground, and try to imagine the heart-stopping moments that a mommy monkey has to … Continue reading →

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Mad dogs and Englishmen… I know, I already used that in a title… but it still works…

Posted on August 26, 2016 by pouringmyartout

These are supposed to be the last photos of our time with the English relatives… I don’t know how that dog got in here… There they are, cousin Lynne, her boyfriend, Malcolm… and most of cousin Dot. They came over … Continue reading →

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Technically, this is not another ‘dia de los muertos’ post…

Posted on August 25, 2016 by pouringmyartout

So there we were, showing our English visitors around Seaport Village down by San Diego bay, and my younger daughter and her boyfriend found a cool candle shop… The candles were awesome… they had hard outer shells, with thinner parts … Continue reading →

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A kiss from the end of a war, and a war that might never end…

Posted on August 25, 2016 by pouringmyartout

You might recognize this famous kiss. This is a statue based on a photograph taken when the surrender of the Japanese was announced, and the end of World War Two brought about a lot of random kissing. I seem to … Continue reading →

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Well, I told you I took Olivia to the zoo the other day… (featuring a cute baby monkey and an adorable little human)…

Posted on August 24, 2016 by pouringmyartout

And I told you I took a lot of pictures… And you know I like monkeys so much that I wrote and illustrated a children’s book called ‘I Like Monkeys’… still available in the links over there on the right … Continue reading →

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What a kidney stone feels like… part 2…

Posted on August 24, 2016 by pouringmyartout

If, like me, you had never bothered to learn anything about kidney stones… other than the fact that they are extremely painful… here is something interesting about them. I always imagined that the real pain would come at the end … Continue reading →

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