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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Roaches and Love

 Well I've taken some pretty interesting pictures this week. These first two show the condition that some people decide to live in.  I'm amazed sometimes at the filth that people will live in and wonder how people can live like this.  There were small children in here too, and they were wondering why their children were getting sick.  And yet I realize that some people are raised in such conditions and this may very well seem normal.  I mean if your not taught to clean, do you ever take the initiative to learn?

Away from roaches and on to accomplishment.  This next picture is a picture of an extremely hard feat:

Ah yes, I've talked about it for awhile, Final Fantasy X.  I finally obtained the Mark of Conquest!  The Mark of what.....  Okay, for those that care, and even for those that don't you can breeze over these details.  To get the Mark you have to capture 10 of every normal creature in the game.  It takes approximately 50-75 hours of game time to do this.  Then go to the monster arena, shown here, talk to the old man and then fight 13 area creations, 10 species creations, and I believe 8 or 9 original creations.  To even accomplish defeating those, you have to build up your stats, another 25 hours of game time...now you can breeze through those to unlock Nemesis, who has 10,000,000 hit points.  Put the smack down on Nemmy and you get the Mark of Conquest.  Bored yet?  Some of you may ask why?  To which I answer, why not!  Kinda like beating the Chocobo Trainer, which took approximately 12 hours, to say you can!


The next shot is of my work uniform!  Yes, I wear bandanna's at work.  It keeps my long hair from getting paint on it.  Is my hair long?  He he he, yes, it is getting quite long.  Want to know a secret?  I've always wanted long hair.  I'll have to take a picture of it...

And lastly, I've saved the best, or sweetest, for last.
It's amazing what you will find in an apartment.  Ginger loves candles, and I have to say that I do to.  We have several.  But this one OBVIOUSLY made me think of Ginger.  We really do have a special love it is truly amazing.  What makes it amazing?  God is the center of it.  God is the glue that holds our love together.  Oh there are other things.  How often do you find someone who is totally loyal and trustworthy to you?  How often do you find a beauty that is as gorgeous on the inside that is on the outside as well?  I treat my wife like that treasure that she is and I have to say I get treated pretty special.  We don't go to bed angry with each other, we don't say harsh words to each other, we don't call each other names, and we especially don't hit each other.  We respect each other's boundries and we communicate.  Have we had issues to work through, yes we have, but we go through them together.  I'm amazed at the amount of abuse some people put up with in the name of love.  If your boundaries are constantly being pushed aside by someone who wants to dominate that isn't love.  If you say no and they keep on, that isn't love.  And if they want a fight, if they want you to fight back, if they are mean and abusive, that isn't love.   If they fantasize about other women but you, that isn't love.  They may care, they may provide, but if you aren't the crown jewel to them, if you are the most precious, priceless, gem on the face of the earth, then in my opinion something is wrong.  You may ask, what do I know about this, well, alot in fact.  But God brought along a special angel to me when I stopped trying to look for love, in all the wrong places I might add.  Believe me, I want Ginger to know each day what a Godsend to my life she has been.   Funny thing is, God cleaned me up and THEN brought her along.  I had to learn to be comfortable in my own skin and in my own heart before I could share my heart.  God has been so good to us and I'm happy to say that I have a very blessed life.....

Baa


P.S.  Another picture hot off the camera, my new bandanna's!  80's rock lives on!
To which Ginger comments, those are for work right?
hehehehehehehe

Monday, June 11, 2012

Painter of Apartments

So it was great to see the response from my last post.  I see I was not alone, that others do go through the same type of circumstances.  I loved my Dad's, Leonardo just a painter of churches, yeah, I hear you Dad.  So after the rant, I go to church the next day and we are being taught out of I Peter. Just started the series in fact. 

What I've gotten so far is how as a believer you are different to the world.  Strange.  You live differently, notice I didn't say perfectly, than the world.  Ginger and I talk about it all the time.  For example, she is reading a book, a love story, and they go out on their first date and end up in bed.  Ginger puts the book down and says it'd have been so much better if they'd waited, gotten to know each other.  But the world thinks differently I said.  The world wants what it wants now. 

And for the most part, my role as a "painter" I fit in just nicely.  I love my job, love what I do, and there are specific challenges each week that I have to overcome.  But in moments, and don't we all have them, well, let me speak for me, I have them, when someone just says something at just the right, or wrong, time you think, hey I'm a whole lot more than what you think.  I take pride in what I do, I do the best job I can each time I paint and sometimes you don't feel appreciated.  Then I have to take a breath, vent if I have to (like I did) and realize that I work for the Lord, not man.  He sees me.  Yes, I'll admit, sometimes I DO want man to see what I do.  I'm human.  Sometimes I want the pat on the back.  And then I have to take a step back and realize that I've given my life to God, I work where He wants me to work and do what He wants me to do.  I'm so blessed to be where I'm at in life right now and I can never lose sight of that. 

Maybe one day they'll say Paul was a painter of apartments.  I like that.  There is much more to me than that and those that love me know that. 

Baa

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Just a Painter comment

So this week at work someone actually said to me, oh, your just the painter.  I just smiled while Prodigy's "Run with the Wolves" played in my head (It's a Techno song).  I guess I could let that be a hit on my pride if I wanted.  Several comments went through my head, for those who have forethought you know what I'm talking about.  It's a list of nice and maybe not so nice things to say but you decline to let them go from your brain to your mouth.  Controlling the tongue.

Here is the deal.  This person doesn't know me.  They take this snapshot of me in their mind of my life right now and assume (you know about that word don't you) I'm just some backward recovering alcoholic hick slinging paint.  Little would they know the real me.  They may be surprised to know that I was less than a year from a Master's Degree in Computer Science.  How about the fact that I was an engineer at a top research company working with databases in Taiwan, Singapore, and Mexico.  Or the the little known fact I worked in as a file room supervisor and developed a program from the ground up to orgranize thousands of files and be able to pinpoint their location within seconds.  Or how about that I'm crazy smart with math.  I'm a quick learner, after all I've taught myself to draw portraits and photography.  That's right, good enough to sell portraits and photos.  Yes, I know how to paint and do drywall.  I learn best by watching it done, then doing it with supervision the second time, then you leave me alone.  I come from a family of crazy smart people.

Addiction took many things away from me, and I walked away from alot of things as well.  People wonder why I don't get back into computers when I can build them, literally, from the motherboard up.  People wonder why I work as a painter, why don't I go for more.  More what, stress?  I love being able to roam free, even if it is in an apartment.  I can always walk away and come back.  I get to work with my hands.  And there are things that are way more important to me now.  God, my wife, my family, the freedom to get off at 5:30 and go home to a beautiful apartment that only God could have provided Ginger and I and be loved.

Just a painter.  Hmmm.  What other assumptions do you make?  Am I tainted in your eyes because I'm a recovering alcoholic, that I lived an addicted life for several years?  Is that how you define me?   Or the mistakes I made in that life?  Have you taken the time to ask me about it?   Do you define me by this job I do?  Do you even take the time to get to know me before you make your assumptions?   Lucky for me, those assumptions that you make don't define me. 

Because, you see, here is the important part, who cares what people like that think.  Really.  Trust me, Ginger does not look at me as just a painter, I'm a loving husband.  My family, well a walking miracle.  My true friends, well, my past is the past and I'm not judged by that, not with them.  Trust me, my past, well, when you've given your testimony in front of hundreds of people and bared your soul, well, my skeletons are quite literally out of the closet.  The little barbs, the enuendo's, oh I get them I just choose not to respond.  I'm bigger than that.  At one point it was comments like these that would drive me to the bottle.  Now they remind me of how far I've come and give me a reason NOT to go to the bottle.

Think I just know painting and drywall?  Keep believing that. When I'm working in an apartment I'm pretty much left alone, not many people want to just visit the painter.  I'm usually last to know about anything going on at the apartment complex.  I'm the odd man out, or so you would think.  But I have my friends there, those who do take an interest in me, who do want to know me.  And yes I do have people, even at work, who know my past, and choose to look beyond that and see the changed man, see what God has done.  And I do more than paint.  Carpet cleaning, make ready, even some maintenance now and then.  I'm more than just a painter.

So if you think I'm just a painter, that is your lost.  Because there is alot more to me than being a painter.  Just sayin....

Baa


I've definitely been taking pictures this past couple of weeks, here is my favorite.  It was a hard picture to take because behind me the sky is completely black with a coming storm.  I wanted a picture of the calm before the storm.  When I left work not hardly a cloud in the sky, which is what you see in the picture, hardly any clouds, but behind me, wow.  Enjoy.