tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14089895356804356322011-07-28T05:43:41.601-07:00D GOTLIBArt by Donna GotlibD GOTLIBnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408989535680435632.post-79271634490265618652009-11-10T11:09:00.000-08:002009-11-10T14:05:55.410-08:00Brain Zaps, B52, and a Hurricane Named Ida<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7Tgo_zR6IQ/SvnjtJYdLJI/AAAAAAAAABo/VmlXxjutCio/s1600-h/DSC_07941.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7Tgo_zR6IQ/SvnjtJYdLJI/AAAAAAAAABo/VmlXxjutCio/s400/DSC_07941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402599592759733394" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7Tgo_zR6IQ/SvngahrD2oI/AAAAAAAAABg/uHfAEavZLIo/s1600-h/Curb+Appeal.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7Tgo_zR6IQ/SvngahrD2oI/AAAAAAAAABg/uHfAEavZLIo/s400/Curb+Appeal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402595974327818882" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7Tgo_zR6IQ/SvngH0MwdJI/AAAAAAAAABY/WuMIiue5Aq8/s1600-h/b52.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7Tgo_zR6IQ/SvngH0MwdJI/AAAAAAAAABY/WuMIiue5Aq8/s400/b52.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402595652883477650" /></a><br /><p align="left"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/leohcvmf8kM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/leohcvmf8kM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"><br /></p>Yesterday was my fifty second birthday. It was a great day filled with fun and adventure. I'm still in shock over the number 52, but I'll be singing "Love Shack" for the next twelve months. </p><p align="left">My sister Ann and I spent a portion of the day back and forth on the phone enjoying the total "woo woo" irony of a tropical storm/hurricane named Ida deciding to race up towards Mobile on my birthday this year. Neither of lives there anymore but that is beside the point. Storms are unique, especially when they come roaring up the bay towards your birth place on your birthday six months after your Mother's death, especially if the storm was named after your Mother. Her name was Ida Elizabeth. What are the odds?</p><p align="left">I'm busy working on new art. Brain Zaps. This one is called "Curb Appeal<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408989535680435632-7927163449026561865?l=dgotlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D GOTLIBnoreply@blogger.com3