Things Happening & Things Happened

Oh man! A whole month has gone by and I haven't posted a single thing! Now, I can kick myself for not being dedicated to this blog, or I can jump for joy because I haven't been spending so much time on the computer and spending time doing other things, more productive things. And that is the reason I haven't been in the land of cyber space very often.

*Large Sigh*

A lot has been happening in the life of Legolas.

The last week of January I began a watercolor class at the Bemis School of Art, Thanks to Mrs. Paul pushing me into it. ;) So I've been learning a lot and stunning people with my paintings even though this is the first time in any type of watercolor class.

Well, one of the other lady's taking the class owns an art gallery in Manitou. She really thought I had potential in the art field but she jumped with excitement when she saw a picture of an angel that I had painted in one of the classes.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "You have to give me that picture and put it in my gallery!"

I must say that I thought she was over-reacting or was just being silly, but no. She was adamantly serious. So I've thought of the prospect of me selling my pictures through her gallery for many nights. Mom and I discussed a lot of things and we went to Manitou and saw her gallery. Mom was comfortable. I was comfortable.

Ever since then, I've been painting nothing but angels. I've made the backgrounds better and fiddled around with their positions, and each time I make a new painting, its better then the first. And everyone loves them.

Of course, to get the pieces ready for the gallery, I have to mat and frame them. Thanks to God the frames and mats were on sale this week. So now they're ready for me to bring them to the art gallery.

My hope is that all this work in getting the pictures made and presentable will not be for nothing. I know that might sound greedy, but the only way an artist can make more paintings is if the first ones are bought. And that only happens if people like them.

If you want to visit the gallery, here's the address.

Fare Bella Studio and Gallery
16 Ruxton Ave.
Manitou Springs (Manitou Springs/Ute Pass) CO 80829
(720)-226-4315

Many other things have been going on, this past month.

I finally gave mom and dad the last payment for my car! It's now officially mine! :)

Some of you may know, but I'm striving to lose weight. So I'm to exercise more, eat less junk food and more health food. Please pray for me in this area, because it is hard to lose weight when one likes to eat. My goal is to get to 150 this year. At least to 150, then I can go lower in number after I've reached that digit.

One thing that is giving me some stimulation is that I really want to dye my hair. (Bleached with blue streaks.) And I've told myself that I can't do that until I've reached 150 lbs. And I want my hair dyed like that for the summer, so I really want to lose weight before summer time. *crosses fingers* Please!

Meet Scooby Doo!

Okay, so the little computer dragon eggs didn't get enough clicks and they died. But I've brought a live creature into my life instead of a computer one. I would have preferred a dog or cat, but at the moment I can't afford one. So I found Scooby Doo.

He's a Delta Tail Betta. I named him Scooby Doo because his color is very much like Scooby's collar. And I always name pets with names that can't be used for people. So, If I ever had children I wouldn't be able to name a son Scooby Doo. Thus it is a name fit for a pet. Scooby will be the first of many pets that I hope to own in my lifetime.

When I get a dog, on that day in the future, I'll name him Xanatos. And Joker will be my first cat's name. My next Betta will probably be Darth Vadar. And, if I ever got one *please!*, if I ever adopted a bat his name would be Bruce. As in 'Bruce Wayne' a.k.a Batman.

But right now, I'm really happy that Scooby Doo is in my life. It just makes me smile when I think that I can come home and look into his little bowl and see him swim around. I thank God for giving me the ability to buy him. I just hope he lives long.

What are those?

So you might be wondering, what are those little circles above my picture? They are dragon eggs. I rescued them from there abandoning mother and I'm taking care of them. You can click on them to see a little bit more of there info. And I think when you click on them it helps them to hatch. So I hopefully will be the mother of several dragons.

Struck Dumb

When ever people hear that phrase one usually pictures either someone afraid to speak or someone blown away by the words of a person wiser then themselves. Or there's the third option. Picturing someone striking a dumb person, but that's mean.

but some people miss use the words. They use it when someone is silent to there verbal abuse. Like this, "You know what, your just a weekling." Silence. "What's the matter, you struck dumb?" (not nice!) I've actually heard people being verbally abused and when they make no contact, instead of the usual 'cat caught your tongue' it's 'what, you struck dumb' which hurts more then the first.

So, what should the people who are 'struck dumb' do? Should they make a snappy someback? Should they walk away? There isn't really a good answer to these questions. Everything depends on the previous circumstances and the background of the bully and the victum. But the reality is that these situations are going on all arround us. Not just in junior high or high school. In colleges and the work place. Because those bullies don't grow out of being bullies. And the victums will still carry their shame.

Few get out of this rift into a different confidence and life stile. But the majority remain the same. That is one of the huge problems with our day and age. All the kids that grew up in there little rifts that their parents didn't get them out of are now the adults of today and of corse they aren't going to teach the right things to there kids.

All I can say in conclusion is this, Lord, I'm waiting for the day you will come back to earth and tack us to be with you. Please let that day be soon. For the world is no longer lovely to my eyes.

Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

There are always areas of life that you are grateful you have climbed out of. In high school I got into black...a lot! I'm still a bit into it. But then I was depress. Now I'm joyful. But I heard this song on YouTube by Skillet. It greatly reminded me of where I was then. And I'm actually glad I got out it.

Music and what it does

What is it about certain books or movies (let's through music in that barrel as well) influence us to such a great degree?

Today I set out on a quest to clean my room. The best thing to do while cleaning is to listen to music. It's even better when my family was gone all day so I could blare it as loud as I want. ;) But today I chose to listen to the Narnia Soundtrack's. (I prefer Prince Caspian's music of the two.)

So the whole afternoon I was listening to Narnia while I re-organized and cleaned my room. But that whole time, I felt like I didn't belong in the room I was cleaning. Don't worry, I did get the job done. But It didn't feel like my room. Or that I was supposed to be wearing a Bronco jersey and jeans with holes in them.

I felt like I was supposed to have a sword by my side and getting ready to charge into battle. But I'm a sword short, and the battle is no where.

I felt a little distressed. I ended up looking at the ceiling (I pictured looking at the heavens) and asked God, Why was I born in this time period? I started thinking of all the people who have no want, desire or even the knowledge of valor, honor, sacrifice, even patriotism is going down the tubes.

In college on Thur. one of the girls in my class was listening to what I wanted to do for my assignment. I was saying that I'd like to draw a picture that would recognise fire fighters and what they do for us.

And she said that I'm too patriotic.

At first I didn't know what to say. Then I asked her, what's wrong with being patriotic?

I didn't get any answer.

All this to say...(man I went down a rabbit trail...I think)...Especially today, music makes me feel like I belong in that place and time. Not this. Is that because those stories have valor, honor, sacrifice and the physical fight against good and evil? And at this day and age those qualities have no more meaning?

A New Day, A New Month

I want to continue that phrase with 'A New Year'...but I can't cause that isn't the case. Today my voice is totally gone. I'm just getting over a cold, so it's probably just part of the aftermath. I'm glad it is November. Thanksgiving is just around the corner.

One should ask, what is Thanksgiving for? Some would give one word answers, 'Football', 'Food', 'Family'. (why do they all start with F?) But Thanksgiving is more. I know, a lot of you might roll your eyes and think, 'I've heard this type of thing over and over again! Why should I continue reading?'.

Well, I say Thanksgiving is an opportunity to tell others about what really happened in history. How the settlers were friends with the Indians and they were celebrating the fact that they had learned how to grow crops and that they lived through a hard year in the new world. It's not just about giving thanks, it's about remembering history.

And it's knowing that we will someday be in history. And what will our story be? Will we be known as a serial killer? Or a world famous actor? Or will people in our community remember us as godly men and women?

Think about it.