30-Day Drawing Challenge: Day 25


The challenge is GONNA GETCHA!

See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.


Day 25: Our assignment was to draw The Bogeyman.

Okay, I admit I toyed with the idea of drawing Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer or Tiger Woods, and ducking for cover…

But instead, I offer this sweet image.

Really, I never saw (or believed in) the Bogeymen.

But I heard voices

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30-Day Drawing Challenge: Day 24


The challenge gets playful.

See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.


Day 24: Our assignment was to draw a Toy.

Although I’m 57 years old, I actually spend a lot of time playing with toys these days. On the floor. With my grandson Max. (Disclaimer: I would gladly play with my granddaughter, as well, but other than a few brief moments of stacking her Duplo pieces, she’s usually going through the room across the floor, at about 36 mph.)

Max is into trains. And I mean really, really INTO them. This includes Thomas the train and all his buddies like James, Henry, Percy, Annie… believe me, the list goes on and on, and my favorite 3-year-old knows them all. (I pause here to offer silent thanks that my daughters were into Sesame Street, and now my grandson is into Thomas the train, and that we totally sidestepped the extremely annoying purple dinosaur who shall remain unnamed.)

The Ikea train easy is fun to set up in multiple layouts with loops and bridges (trestles?). And the colorful little locomotives and cars hook together by magnets. Fun.

Playing trains with a little boy is interesting. Shouts of “Choo choo-oooooo!” and “All abo-oooard!” abound. But the absolutely most fun thing to do (Grandad soon learned) is to make a break in the tracks so the trains will “CRASH,” which allows you to say, “Oh no-oooo! They crashed!” as if surprised. (This is most likely one reason why our laws don’t allow for three-year-old engineers.)

Of course, “oh no” is said with a big smile. A smile of sheer delight with eyes a-sparkle.

Come to think of it, Grandad is smiling, too.

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30-Day Drawing Challenge: Day 23


The challenge is all turned around.

See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.

Me As Girl

Day 23: Our assignment was to draw ourselves as the Opposite Sex.

This was another one that made me scratch my head and go, “Huh?!”

I mean, I’m not that kind of artist. I can’t even draw myself (recognizably) as my actual sex now. So what would a picture of the opposite sex be?

I thought, “Well, I could, you know… add long hair!”

Nope. I had a ponytail in my teens, without a single Y chromosome in my body. I wish I still had that ponytail…

Then I thought of drawing a picture of my youngest daughter when she wore a man’s suit coat and fedora and painted on a mustache for a middle school skit, because when she did, she looked a lot like a skinny, years-ago teenage me (with the addition of my adult 80s mustache). But that wouldn’t be drawing ME, but drawing my daughter who looked like me. So, no. Hmmm.

At the end I figured I’d likely do the same things I do now, hence the picture you see above.

And to be honest, that’s all the artistic energy I could come up with after a really exhausting day (mostly fun, but with one bit of really sad news.) So, if my character faced you, I might have to draw a few tears.

And who says tears are only for girls?

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30-Day Drawing Challenge: Day 22


The challenge is a hit.

See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.


Day 22: Our assignment was to draw our First VHS Tape Or DVD.

Easy to remember this one. We needed to use video to continue homeschooling our kids where we worked overseas. A friend sent us a TV and VHS player and for fun, he included not one but TWO movies: Casablanca and What’s Up Doc?

Casablanca is a classic. Now, that “Play it, Sam!” part is kinda cool. But the movie leaves me asking, “Huh? This is is supposed to be great?”

What’s Up Doc? is a 1972 CULT classic which is still one of my favorite movies; pretty much every single line is a pun or something hilarious. And ironically, it even has a parody of the “Play it, Sam” line.


What’s Up Doc? ends with one of the funniest meta-movie lines ever. Barbra Streisand bats her eyes vociferously, and breathlessly says to Ryan O’Neal (who, as you will recall, starred in in 1970 hit Love Story), “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”

And Ryan replies, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”


Every movie should give us a line of dialogue we can use in our day-to-day lives. And What’s Up Doc? delivers.

So, in the words of Judy, Barbra Streisand’s character…

That’s a person (pronounced “poihson”) named Eunice?

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30-Day Drawing Challenge: Day 21


The challenge is rather useless.

See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.

Telephonic Man

Day 21: Our assignment was to draw a Useless Superpower.

Today I drew Telephonic Man, whose superpower is communicate with anyone, anywhere in the world!!!

Dang, looks like the citizens of Metropolis are pretty much ignoring him.

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30-Day Drawing Challenge: Day 20


The challenge goofed!

See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.Faux Pas

Day 20: Our assignment was to draw a Faux Pas.

Faux Pas: “oopsy.” Since the 30-Day challenge gave the alternate as “Fox Paw,” that’s a faux pas in itself. Hmmm.

My idea for this days’ challenge came to me immediately:

That Moment When You Write An Email To Your Wife And Send It To Your Entire Mailing List.

A little over ten years ago, I was traveling on a business trip and wrote my wife an email. The message contained the usual mushy-romantic stuff (yeah, we’re still like that) and I updated her on my day.

When I clicked “send,” I noticed that my email client (remember Eudora?) was running through a whole list of addresses and taking more time to send. Then I realized that I had inadvertently addressed it to our entire mailing list of over 300 people!

I had conveniently added an underscore to a few addresses so they would be at the top of the list. So _Donna was right up there with the _Davis Update. So for the sake of a few pixels, I had clicked on the wrong address, and whoosh! My message went to the whole group.


What did I say? WHAT DID I SAY?!!

I mean, I knew the message wasn’t x-rated, but it was “eyes-only” for my wife. Eeek. And I did use our sort-of-secret pet name.

I quickly scanned my now-public email. Not too racy–whew! Didn’t say anything slanderous about our boss or coworkers–whew! Well, I did call our organizations groundskeeper’s new baby “ugly-cute.” But he wouldn’t get the email (and I did add the hyphen cute part, right?)

So I felt somewhat safe. The main thing was I would look stupid.

The responses came flowing in…

Some people claimed, “I noticed right away this wasn’t for me and stopped reading.” Yeah, right.

Others were disappointed, “When I realized this was for Donna, I was hoping for more interesting reading. Dang, this was boring!

The best one came immediately. I mean IMMEDIATELY. As I picture it, this friend must have fallen to the floor laughing, reached up and tapped out a few characters and hit send before curling up to resume her out-of-breath hysterics.

She wrote (names being changed to protect the innocent and the guilty):

“(Pet name),

Love you, too.

Hugs and kisses,

-(Her Name)

This person, dear friend that she is, NEVER writes. She never responds to email. But this time, I got an immediate response!

So for those of you who are willing to make a fool of yourself, and are at your wits’ end trying to get people to write back…

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30-Day Drawing Challenge: Day 19


The challenge is celebrating!

See the blog Expatriatism for a list of the other worthy participants, including my artist niece, and links to their daily drawings.Christmas

Day 19: Our assignment was to draw our Favorite Holiday.

There is no need to take a vote or ponder this one. Christmas wins hands-down without a moment’s hesitation.

I love parties and celebrations, being hospitable or the recipient of hospitality. But no holiday has the emotional pull of Christmas.

We have worked overseas for decades. So we missed many family events such as birthdays, year after year. That was hard, but not unbearably difficult. Thanksgiving… wonderful holiday and great food, but we could face the day even though 8,000 miles lay between us and our parents and siblings. Even once our kids were grown, we could still enjoy Thanksgiving.

Ah, but Christmas was hard every year. And once our kids were back in the USA (and even more so, once we had grandchildren over there), Christmas was depressing. We didn’t want to decorate or play the music. We hardly wanted to celebrate at all. The more we tried to celebrate, the more depressed it seemed to make us.

For me, growing up in the Southern California climate, Christmas isn’t about cold or snow (it’s often in the 70s or higher here and we got roller skates and skateboards instead of sleds as presents), it’s not really about the music (although that puts me in the mood), it’s not even about the food or the presents (although I enjoy them).

Christmas has deep meaning for me. But the celebration of Christmas is about being with the ones you love most, to enjoy the time together and to rejoice in what Christmas means… together.

And what’s Christmas without a cat (or two) to climb the tree and knock the ornaments off… or even knock the whole tree over? Once we had to tie the tree to the wall because of a rather (ahem) frisky gray tabby…

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