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Stephanie from Adventures in Babywearing made her own painting. She linked to the site. I made one, too. The answers I gave while taking a short and baffling quiz generated a Work Of Art worthy of display in a locally-owned motel on a state highway. Free Color TV!
In the lower third of the painting, you’ll note the colors brown, green, and white. This represents snow, mud, and money—apt for the season, apt for what we’ve been doing recently. We are trying to buy a used car for my husband (tale of woe found here).
It isn’t going well.
The slashing scratches in the bottom half of the painting convey the typical paint job on cars in our price range. The small blue and chartreuse dots are bubbles of hope—tenuous, colorful, innocent, bright. They are easily popped, however by the large white #1 in motion.
This figure represents the white Dodge Durango we went to see at a local dealership yesterday. We found it on the internet. The price seemed dreamy, the location was near. We thought we’d load the kids in our one and only car for the trip. Armed with the movie Ratatouille to entertain the kids during the more boring moments of car purchasing, the eight of us set off believing we’d come home with a new car.
We arrived at the dealership. My husband went to find the car while I sat with the kids, listening to Remy rhapsodizing on saffron and cheeses in the back. I tried to read. I didn’t get far. My husband returned shortly with the news that the Durango was there. It had no motor, however. That slightly important information had been omitted from the ad.
What now? we wondered.
We didn’t have another possibility lined up. We discussed other car lots in the area and other cars we’d seen online. Suddenly, a voice squeaked from the back. It was Joel: “My tummy hurts!”
Note the painting. The colorful looping in the center is Joel’s tummy and it’s contents. The yellow crescents represent my husband’s baseball hat, which he took off, handed to me, and I passed back. The red abstract figure represents the collective horror of Aidan and Ryley, who were sitting on either side of Joel as he threw up into a baseball hat as we cruised west down 104th avenue in Northglenn, Colorado.
Our car-shopping trip ended. We drove home.
We are going back out today. We’ll take a bucket. That isn’t in the picture.
Sorry, I’m laughing at your horrible day reflected in your picture. I pray that today you will have better luck in your car search and that Joel is feeling better. I tried my own painting and I can’t say it was a pretty picture and I wouldn’t begin to know how to interpret it.
Wow. Rough time. I would have been pretty ticked to drive so far to find an engine-less vehicle. Hope you have better luck today (even though I don’t believe in luck…)!
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I went and tried it and my painting sucked. It looked like a nice painting within some really bad graffiti. Despite your tough day, I think yours turned out nicely. 🙂
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Of course you’d interpret yours with such perfection- I do hope Joel is better today.
Steph
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This is just a little note to tell you that I passed along one of those awards…you know, the kind that get passed around the blogosphere? I don’t know you feel about those–I hope you don’t hate them–but I gave you the “E for Excellent” award.
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Steph—we think Joel was carsick. He didn’t have any more episodes. But Sam and Beatrix have been sick!
Thanks for making me laugh this hard at 7:46 A.M. My day is now going to seem perfect! (Truly, I’m so sorry . . . )
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This might be one of those times when a picture is worth a thousand words.
Then again, I’m glad you don’t have literal pictures of your escapades.
You poor thing. Here’s hoping the vomit is contained to disposable garbage cans in the near future.
(My painting, by the way? It looks like someone chewed up and spit out a Boobah. It’s all pink and purple and fuzzy. Weird.)
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What a Dad. Sacrificing his hat for the greater good.
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How do you do it? You write about something so disgusting and discouraging and make it funny. You make the reader want to experience it with you. You must be a great mom! The real question is, will the hat be washed or thrown out?
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