The Pidgeons of Notre Dame

Paris...I actually miss you.
XO V

Random

I offered Adam a piece of cheese and I ate a hardboiled egg.
While salting my egg over the sink, I turn to Adam and ask him how his piece of cheese is.
He answers delicious and asks me how my egg is.
I said, "Tastes like chicken."

Friendship is the best medicine...

Work hit me hard recently and I had a late night venting session with my friend Adam (he pocket called me and claimed his phone must have known I needed to talk). I had just left blockbusters parking lot because they closed at 10 and headed to Walmart across the street. I must admit I avoid Walmart at all costs but the 24 hours thing is really convenient when you are in the sort of mood that can only be comforted by a gift to yourself. In this case, along with the ice cream I had already bought at a gas station on the drive home, I needed Sherlock Holmes, as if nothing in the world could satisfy me more at that moment. I continuously circled the movie aisles relating the minute details of every irritating particle of work sand that was grinding my bones to make their bread along with some supporting information from long ago ridiculousness to add some flavor. Adam is a very good listener and a fantastic friend. When I had finally related everything and felt even more exhausted, I headed to the checkout with the movie under my arm and realized I didn't really need this movie. I'm saving for Paris, I have to be again at work for my third double in a row not long from then and I feel much better...so I put it down and walked out.

The next night as I dragged myself in after another long double I saw a plastic-wrapped bouquet of roses laying on the table, I thought "hmm, those are pretty" and crashed into my bed like the dead.
When I awoke the next morning Karla brought them into my room with a smile.
"I know, I saw those last night. They are very pretty." Not thinking they could possibly be for me.
"They are from Adam." she said in her slow, quiet voice.
"Adam?"
She said, "Because you are my special girl."
"My friend Adam? With red hair?"
She just nods her head with her precious smile.
I smiled and had Karla help me get a vase and some water. I'm pulling the plastic off and she says, "There's a card."
And so there was....

Sorry your job sucks.
Hope these cheer you up some.
Adam

I put them on my table across from my bed.

Thanks again Adam. My favorite color.

Robots like butterflies too...

My talented friend, Adam Prenger, created this phenomenal picture with a robot in a koi pond holding a butterfly for me. The butterfly is detailed and of the coloring of the painted lady so of course I asked if he knew that Vanessa meant butterfly. He said he didn't and I became hyper intrigued and my inquisitive mind began a searching...

Did you know there are 4 species of Vanessa butterflies in North America?
The Red Admiral, Vanessa atalanta (Like my nicknames Big Red and Redwolf...)
The Painted Lady, Vanessa cardui (a nod to the artist in me)
The West Coast Lady, Vanessa annabella (Seattle, need I say more...)
The American Lady, Vanessa virginiensis (well, might as well be)
Learn about butterflies.com says...
"The Painted Lady Vanessa cardui however is the most widely distributed butterfly in the world, found in North America from Alaska to Mexico, and south to the Caribbean islands and Venezuela. In the Old World it occurs throughout Europe and temperate Asia, over most of Africa, Madagascar, the Azores, the Canary Islands, the Arab states, and across to the Indian subcontinent and Sri Lanka. In the Far East it occurs in Thailand, Malaysia, Borneo and Sumatra - and extends it's range south through the Indonesian islands to Western Australia. The New Zealand Painted Lady Vanessa kershawi is also regarded by some taxonomists to be a sub-species of cardui."

And get this..."The cosmopolitan distribution of the Painted Lady is caused by a combination of it's very strong migratory behaviour and polyphagous nature.." Polyphagous means excessive desire for food :)

Makes me think that the cosmos were talking. It connected me back to that explorer that one day saw these magnificent creatures and thought "vanessa" and years and years later my mother saw me and thought "vanessa". What puts that whisper into their ears? Its all a little boggling. Don't you think?

Well I guess I don't need to read my horoscope today, I can write it myself. I'm a born artist, destined to see all the world, sampling the tastes of all the cultures. I think I'm on the right track...the west coast was just the beginning...