Fuzzy

Thoughts

We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’

Actually, who are you not to be?

A Colorado transplant to Washington, I’ve occupied a little corner of the Web Development space since 1995. I’ve had a whole spate of jobs where I did some variation of secretary/reception/call center AND built apps for note taking, sales data, sales person management, AND built/maintained company websites. I’ve been the web master of nonprofits, corporations, and small business organizations. In 2015 I became a full-time email developer working on clients in Tech, Retail, Hospitality, Entertainment, Financial, Pharma, Non-Profits and more. Today, I’m a Solutions Architect. I tinker in code, dabble in paint, carve out worlds, pound out words, cast spells, and save a universe or two. I have been creating art and writing all my life. In 2019 I moved from digital art to traditional with a story telling bent. When not creating I am hanging with my dogs, reading cards, traveling, playing video games.


Blog

  • Sigh… Art, Writing, Screwing Up Blog Posts

    Sigh… Art, Writing, Screwing Up Blog Posts

    Needing to create has brought me here. I’m arting fairly often. At least 2 – 3 projects a week. Practice in between. My writing is still stalled. Kinda. Kinda. I’m working on getting my world into World Anvil. And I’m trying to organize my thoughts. It’s hard. My thoughts have scattered like so many pieces…

  • Traveling Further into the Pacific Northwest

    Traveling Further into the Pacific Northwest

    I took a long weekend over Easter and went to stay in Vancouer, Wa. I drove up through Oregon. My trip good me through desert, wintery mountains, gorgeous woods, and the expansive sea. I wasn’t prepared for the size of the trees and their number. The flyover highways in Portland and how sudden you realize…

  • Loosing the Will to Write

    Loosing the Will to Write

    It’s hard thing to admit my identity is not so secure. Something that the idea of me has been wrapped up in since the last day of 8th grade. It’s hard to admit it that I haven’t been writing. We’re in year two of that fact. It’s not that I don’t want to. I think…

  • Accidents & Trees – Bob Ross Painting

    Accidents & Trees – Bob Ross Painting

    In my effort to clean up old things, I have all this craft paint which I’m not using that fast for mini painting. I decided this year to get rid of it… by using it up. What better way than following Bob Rose videos. I’m up to ep 8 in season 1. It hasn’t been…

  • Goals in 2022

    Goals in 2022

    I know, resolutions were due nearly 3 months ago. If you’re like me with an ever revolving list of things to do with items that I just want to get done, then you know that finding time is such an issue. So is practice. Last year was bad. So bad that I just threw myself…

  • On Choosing the Blue Pill

    On Choosing the Blue Pill

    Somewhere on this blog, there is a long ago post about having to take a pill every day for the rest of my life. I grew up knowing that pills were bad. That taking one was a failure. That is not true. It was never true. Every time a pill was added there was someone…

  • Monsters in the Real World: What It’s Like to Get an Easily Preventable Disease Because People Won’t Get Vaccinated

    Monsters in the Real World: What It’s Like to Get an Easily Preventable Disease Because People Won’t Get Vaccinated

    The following is graphic account of sickness. A few days before the end of 2019 I woke up feeling crappy. I took the day off work and figured I had a bad cold. A stack of medications on my bathroom counter and four surgeries later I’m still dealing with that day. This isn’t about Covid.…

  • Things I’d Tell A Younger Me

    Things I’d Tell A Younger Me

    A List. When the teach told you could only read the books in your bin for your reading group of one, which had already read. And if you fussed she would take away all the books, steal the books in the other bins when she wasn’t looking. When they lock you in a room to…

  • 2022: New Year, Same Me Just More Broken Now

    2022: New Year, Same Me Just More Broken Now

    Yesterday I forgot to put coffee in my coffee. I put in the brown sugar, some hot water to water it down, vanilla, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg and some cocoa powder, then walked back to my desk and took a drink of tepid mud water. Yuk. This is a larger issue though, something that has been…

  • I’m Tired

    I’m Tired

    Two more surgeries this year and I’m finally feeling better as far as the ongoing abdominal pain I’ve had for years. Endometriosis isn’t a surprise but, well, it wasn’t unexpected in the context what they thought they would be going into do. So I’m officially in menopause. As far as that goes, so far so…

  • Reflection on Good Things in a Year of Pain

    Reflection on Good Things in a Year of Pain

    It’s funny how this works. This time last year, I was suffering immense physical pain. I was isolated from everyone I knew both in quarantine and distance. Oh yeah, and Winnie died. Surgery was imminent. I had to go to physical therapy for my face. People all around the world seemed to be embroiled in…

  • Diagnosis: Validation in Time

    Diagnosis: Validation in Time

    After years of tests and admonitions that I am fine, I have a diagnosis. NASH, non-alcoholic steatohepatitis. A form of hepatitis that forms because of fat infiltrating the liver, common with conditions where fat is stored abnormally (PCOS and Hypothyroidism). I’m in the beginning stages of cirrhosis so very little damage. But damage nonetheless. In…