…haaaaaappy birthday to youuuuuuuuuu!

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WARNING • WARNING • MUSH ALERT
(The following text will be very mushy… eeeyew!)
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Well, today is my blog’s birthday. A whole year… wow!

Starting this project was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I say this for quite a few reasons. Not only did I reignite my love affair with drawing, (which I did in spades), my confidence and ability improve, but something else quite wonderful happened. Friends and family started to stopped by for visits and began rooting me on. Also, I discovered and became a part of the talented, inspiring and always encouraging Illustration Friday community. Through IF and other blogging avenues, I have “virtually” met some fantastic folks whom I now consider friends. People I never would have met otherwise, people from all over the world! It’s astounding really, when you think of it.

So I just want to thank my friends, family and anyone who has ever stopped by, especially those who have left, encouraging, humorous, helpful even constructively critical comments. Thank you also, for entertaining, enriching and motivating me with YOUR art!

All y ‘all have made this quite a year to remember. Thanks!

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… and as the house flies begin to mass inside my house, I am reminded that this is a yearly occurrence in our neck of the woods. To illustrate that fact and to celebrate further my blog’s b-day, here is a little ditty from a year ago. Fly Slyer

happy birthday

December 11, 2007

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On the way to work this morning, I found myself thinking about my dad. Tom and I were listening to Tamara Jenkins, writer and director of the new film “The Savages” being interviewed on “Fresh Air” with Terri Gross. She was sharing an insightful, poignant, witty, and very real account of the relationship between her and her father during his last days. Although it was an enjoyable interview, it brought up some very powerful emotions regarding my own similar experiences.

As Tom and I barreled down the the 118, heading for our respective offices, the mood was one of wistful introspection. Then a lightening bold hit me. Read the rest of this entry »