"Ain't Life Grand" by Kathy Hoynes 2004

"Ain't Life Grand" by Kathy Hoynes  2004

01 July 2007

Marty

My little Martykins passed away today. Even tho we had only been together for a little over a year, he had touched my heart and had me wrapped around his paw. There is so much I could say but I think this photo, taken by Marty's friend Lauren, says it all.

Sweet dreams Marty. You and Moo-Cow have a wonderful adventure and meet up with lots of your old friends till we see you again.
Kathy

30 June 2007

The journey is easy...

...it's what to do once you get there that's a bit difficult.

Over the last two and a half years my life has taken me on unexpected journeys. Many were unpleasent, one was heartbreaking, one made my eyes roll to the back of my head and almost get stuck there, a couple are a lot funnier now than they were at the time and one has made me happier than I have ever been.


My dog died.


My business almost folded.


I got divorced.


I got a "real" job.


I've learned who my friends are but more important, I've learned who my friends aren't.


I've witnessed my parents resume speaking to each other after divorcing 25 years ago.



I can't figure out why I took the tv cabinet and not the tv, the tea pot and not the teaspoons and most perplexing...why did I finally remember where I hid my mad money stash AFTER I moved???!!!????!?!?


I discovered I could go home again.


The house I grew up in was sold.


I moved twice.


I still can't find many of the things I packed.


My oldest friend Carol died of brain cancer and a huge part of my childhood is gone forever.


I flew for the first time in my life. And then did it 6 more times!


I finally got that old house with a white picket fence.


I found I was a lot stronger than I thought I was.


After many tests, I'm happy to report I don't have macular degeneration - yet!


I now have a life full of dogs and while I wonder just how crazy I am, I wouldn't change a thing!


Much as I hate to admit it, I will always be a material girl.


My house has become my home.


And best of all, I'm living happily ever after!

Kathy

27 June 2007

a taste of Chicago

For years I was told that you could never find good pizza outside of Chicago. And that is 90% fact. Chicagoans are simply pizza snobs. I should know. I was one for many years. But you CAN find good pizza in other states, you just have to look.

For those transplants that have never gotten over the food shock, there is hope. A fellow foodie sent me a catalogue called "Tastes of Chicago" which features nationwide delivery of all the favorites we can't get here. Lou Malnati's pizza is offered and is very good, but my favorites were always Papa Joe's and Salerno's. While I will pass on long distance pizza delivery, my heart skipped a beat to discover I can once again savor a Portillo's beef sandwich. Now if someone could just figure out how to ship me a Portillo's chocolate shake!!!!! Eli's Cheesecake is available and in several yummy choices as are tasty offerings from the Long Grove Confectionery. On a trip back to Chicago in November, I took an Arizona pal on a tour of the city and spent an afternoon in Long Grove, where I'd been many time since I was a child. The confectionery is a really cool place were you will be blown away by all the varieties of chocolate. No trip to Chicago is complete without a plateful of Carson's ribs - pork or beef. The real secret is their sauce. Last but not least in my taste trip down memory lane was the Vienna Beef Chicago style hot dogs. As luck would have it, I live within walking distance of a quaint local hot dog stand that specializes in Chicago style hot dogs - totally authentic, right down to the neon green relish!!!

Now could someone send me a "Taste of Buffalo, NY" by mail catalogue? My life has not been the same since I had my first beef on weck.

Kathy

21 May 2007

The Artist Myth

Just where did the destitute, intense, depressed, bohemian, oddly dressed and insanely talented artist myth come from? Is it true? And why the heck don't I have an artist's statement?????



I'd say somewhere between Vincent Van Gogh, la Belle Epoque and the writings of Jack Kerouac, the myth of the modern artist was born. Remember the good old days, when artists were gainfully employed by a wealthy patron or better yet, ego crazed royalty who wanted to present a pretty face to the world. After all, it was due to the artistic license of Hans Holbien that Henry VIII chose wife #4, only to discover that in person Anne of Cleves looked more sow's ear than silk purse...or as Henry put it "a horse's arse" But I digress...


Yup, I wear a lot of black. Too much actually, but it makes deciding what to wear so much easier. I would not call myself depressed. Often boring. Always dull. But never depressed. The closest I get to anything bohemian is listening to Queen. I'm not intense but the prescription in my tri-focal lenses (oh the humiliation!!!) do make my eyes look a little odd. Regarding that starving artist connotation - been there, still there, don't see that ever changing. And as far as that talent thing...well, it's always come naturally. Looking back, I sometimes wish I had a degree to make those resumes look more impressive. Yet I know what my ability and knowledge is and I'm perfectly comfortable with the works I produce. On the roads I travel there is always something to learn, to see, to remember, to create.


Thinking about some of my friends, only one falls slightly into the myth area but she's not exactly destitute and her fashion sense is to die for. As a whole most of the artists I know are rather nondescript aside from their ability to create beautiful things.


I have never resided in a garret (or worn a beret, though if I did, it would be black) and I have never had the luxury of a studio. Shattering the myth even further, I find the most comfortable place to create is sitting crossed legged on the floor and most times it's on a dog bed with a greyhound curled up against my back. I seldom do formal sketching. My sketches looks like a 3 year olds doodles on a cocktail napkin and my sketchbooks are primarily used to write shopping lists. I do need to prepare if I'm working in watercolour but as far as pen & ink, I just grab my pen & a sheet of paper and go. When people ask me how I do the things I do, I'm lost for an answer. The art just happens.


CRIPE! I think I just made a statement.

Kathy

19 May 2007

On this spot....

When I moved into "historic Catlin Court", little did I know that I was living in a real historic house. On 17 May, my home was presented with a bronze plaque, which is now proudly displayed at my front door, announcing to the world and the unsuspecting public at large that it is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Well as far as I know George Washington didn't sleep here, which would have been a historic feet in itself as my house was built 120 years after he died. Country singer Marty Robbins lived on the next block but I don't think he ever dropped in. And Jordin Spark's mom had a gift shop about 2 blocks away from my place but alas, she didn't come by either. About the only thing that happened "on this historic spot" is that my favorite homeless cat Charger takes a nap in the sun sprawled out in the middle of the front porch every day about 2pm.

So if you plan on dropping by for a visit, my house is vey easy to find. If you spot a very overweight cat snoring happily in a sunbeam while a woman in paint splattered jeans frantically polishes a 5 pound historic plaque with 4 or 5 greyhounds looking out the window, you've got the right place!

Kathy

07 May 2007

Say "cheese"!!!

I decided to take the big step and purchase a real camera. No, I have not been using a Playskool model but I do have a little cutie - Canon's ELPH, It's handy, takes fine photos and has oodles of useless gizmos and doohickeys but I needed a camera that would not only take sharp, precise photos of my artwork but also enable me to capture the pups running around the yard...or wandering around with no clue, looking for bugs.

Enter the Canon EOS Rebel XTi with 10.1 pixels, a 2.5" LCD monitor, a couple of lenses, a way too heavy extra flash, tripod, lots of media cards, an awesome non-Coach camera bag and oodles of new & improved super duper gizmos and doohickeys.

HUH?????????!!!!!!!!!!!???!?!?!?!?!?!?????!???

To echo the words of legendary photographer and Olympus spokes model Cheryl Tiegs - I can't tell the difference between a lense opening and a Broadway opening.

WHY did I get real camera???? WHAT was I thinking???? Was I out of my depth??? And most important...HOW THE HECK DO I TURN THIS THING ON?????

After a few days of reading the instructions and attempting to push buttons with the hope I would not blow anything up, I got the hang of it. Heck, these digital SLRs are so easy any monkey can do it. It's much easier than my grandfather's vintage Canon Canonet. And I am having tons of fun taking photos of everything. I'm planning on taking a photograpy class or two. And who knows...if I come up with something interesting, I might add "photographer" to my list of talents.

Say "cheese"!!!!

Kathy

27 April 2007

Lights, camera...no action

It was a case of when good ideas go bad. I wanted to take a group photo of the pups and I. Nine greyhounds and I all looking good AND at the camera. How hard could it be?

OK...stop laughing.

Presenting for your amusement, highlights (lowlights?) of the backyard photoshoot ~

Everybody line up. Big dogs in the back row, little dogs up front.

Hey guys, the camera is thataway!!



Apparently no one has a clue as to what we are doing.



Ahhhhhhhhhhh!


Harley smiles for the camera.


Huey takes a kiss break.


WOW!!! It's the incredible 3-headed greyhound!!!


Nutmeg ponders what the other pups find so difficult to understand.



Marty & Kathy start a roo.



Another kiss break. This time it's Bobo.

Ok, everyone say "Kitty".

At least Dee is willing to take a nice photo.


HELP!!!! ;)




Dear Lord, please let the next bright idea I have be doable....
Have a picture perfect day!!!
Kathy

12 April 2007

A.I. fever

My interest in watching "American Idol" begins and ends with the first episode. Once the freak show of off-key, untalented, delusional wannabes is over, I shut the TV off and switch on my "Best Of William Hung" CD. And while I have not changed my original opinion of "American Idol", the fascination of having a hometown girl still in the running seems to be griping even moi. But Glendale is a party place and cheering on Jordin Sparks has become a weekly event.

Fans gather at the Disney-like Westgate City Center in front of the big outdoor screens watching American Idol, amid live bands and other entertainment, homemade posters in hand (on the off chance Jordin will be able to see them from the other side of the screen!) and have a good time. I'm hoping that the local FoxTV reporters will never interview me as I'd hate to admit that I'm not really paying attention to the show on the screens. I have more fun people watching. And I gotta admit, it's a hoot.

Stay tuned...with luck Westgate will be partying with Jordin for a few more weeks.

Kathy

10 April 2007

It's just enough

This magic moment
So different and so new
Was like any other
Until I met you
And then it happened
It took me by suprise
I knew that you felt it too
By the look in your eyes
Sweeter than wine
Softer than a summer's night
Everything I want, I have
Whenever I hold you tight.
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With a bit of help from The Drifters, Jay & the Americans, Lou Reed and scores of others.
Kathy

03 April 2007

On the road - Las Vegas

I’m in Las Vegas about every 4 months and have become quite the cruise director regarding local attractions. So rather than bore you with my adventures (which are required by law to stay in Vegas) or upload hundreds of photos (well ok, a few won’t hurt), I present…..

~ Kathy's Best & Worst of Las Vegas ~

Best Slots - New York, New York

2nd Best Slots – The Venetian…and they sound so pretty!

Best Hotel Exterior – Paris and Monte Carlo (tie)

Best Old School Hotel - Tropicana

Worst Snootiest Hotel - The Wynn…but who cares as it’s so cool.

Best Towel Free Hotel - Treasure Island. This had been my favorite, most fun hotel.
However the management change has not been a good thing if
service during my recent stay is any example. No towels for
24 hours? No way! WAY!! “Dear Mr. Lanni….”

Best Dining - The Capital Grill

Best Luxe Dining - Le Cirque

Best Cheap Eats – Canter’s

Best Drink - Champagne at night overlooking the Belliago fountain.

Best Drink I Can’t Make at Home - Ilsa’s Mojito
Best Biggest Drink - The 48 ounce margarita at Gonzalez y Gonzalez

Best Kitch - Hawaiian Village

Best Show (classic) - Wayne Newton

Best Show (contemporary) - Prince

Best “Trifecta” - Starbucks, Krispy Kreme & Cirque du Soleil…available in almost
every hotel!!!!

Worst “Trifecta” - $1.99 margaritas, mud wrestling and a mechanical bull
at the Frontier.

Worst Attraction - Siegfried & Roy’s Secret Garden. Very overrated. Instead, enjoy the free display as you enter The Mirage. The white tiger is always happy to see you.

Best Place for Air Hockey - Coney Island at New York, New York at 11am.

Best Unsung Sight - the aquarium at the Mirage.

Worst Forgotten Attraction - The Liberace Museum.

Best Fun Fact – the showgirls at MGM’s “La Femme” are required to have champagne
glass size breasts. I have pretty much come up with every imaginable comment regarding this tidbit of useless knowledge, but please let me know if you think you have something original.

Best Weird Moment – Walking down Las Vegas Boulevard and seeing someone you know on the opposite side of the street.

Best Ride - the outdoor gondolas at the Venetian

Worst Best Ride - the roller coaster at New York, New York. Wheeeee!!! OHNOOOOOOO!!!!

Worst Idea - taking a cab.
Best Golf - How should I know? I don’t golf.

Best Side Trip - Hoover Dam at sunrise. So worth getting up early for!

Best Mausoleum - Bunkers Eden Vale Cemetery. Final resting place of Harry James and
The Binions of Horseshoe Casino fame.

Worst Souvenir Since Cedar Salt & Pepper Shakers - Huge fuzzy dice pillow with the
“Welcome to Las Vegas” sign on it. Needless to say, my mom now has one of these in her den.

Best Greyhound in the Las Vegas area - my “nephew” Nate.