Archive for July, 2010

Tara Bites The Bullet – Episode 3
July 29, 2010


Two seconds flat. Are you getting this? THE MAGIC BULLET DID A LOAD OF LAUNDRY IN TWO SECONDS!

Don’t worry, I have not forgotten about ceramics. Actually, I taught a class this week. This is what we did…

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Tara Bites The Bullet – Episode 2
July 26, 2010

Another job to be done. And another test for THE MAGIC BULLET.

Bags of mulch to unload and spread around the yard…


Is THE MAGIC BULLET up for the task?

Remember, it…


does any job in 10 seconds…

The bags are quite heavy. So I chose the…


cup with handle.

Here we go!


Six seconds flat.


With the bags neatly folded!

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Tara Bites The Bullet – Episode 1
July 25, 2010

Remember from the last post that I became wildly attracted to an item in Costco and it ended up in the back of my truck?


Well now it is in my kitchen.


It came with cups…

Look at this…


a veritable plethora of cups!


Now I have bladey things.

It also came with…

danger.


There was a big thing in the box.


It presents me with danger, also.

Included were some…


…rubbery ringy thingys,


a couple of lids and…


lids with little holes in them and…
lids with lids!

And to top it all off! … “THE


MAGIC BULLET”!!

Here is a…

close up.

This brought even more…


danger into my kitchen.

Keep in mind that “THE MAGIC BULLET”…


does any job in 10 seconds!


OR LESS!

Any
job in 10 seconds or less?
Of course I decided to put it to a test…


I chose the small cup option.


The small cup, itself, is quite dangerous.

I also chose a small yet unwelcome task…


Four seconds, flat! I am excited.

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Tara Bites The Bullet or a day in the life of a potter…
July 21, 2010

Out the door early. Quick peek to make sure there is plenty of room in Susie Q, it’s going to be a long day.


Good thing I have a lonnng bed.


I am not lonnng on gas, though. Better keep an eye on that. And no…I have not checked the gas mileage…not gonna, either.


A quick stop at Red Star to check the Tuesday night class pots. Lookin’ good.
And a quick peek at my plates…


and bowls. They will be ready to trim tomorrow. Oh how I miss my…


damp box! Do you see that dry spot on the rim of the cup on the right?
uh, its upside down, OK?
Another challenging thing about not having a studio…


storage. eeek!


Walking through the gallery, I snap a pic of my favorite piece in the gallery right now…
by Mary Fisher! Isn’t it great? You could own this!

Off to my favorite retail establishment…

I skim past my favorite aisle…

Then on to another favorite shopping spot…


Good use of a tree, aye, Kanada?


On my last couple of visits, I have found my self wildly attracted to the Magic Bullet!


Yep. Because it…


“ANY JOB IN 10 SECONDS”!


OR LESS“! (I will keep you posted.)


Oh yeah, that’s better because I’m gonna hit…


the open road…

Well “open road” to KC Metro, anyway where my buddy Brock will…


put more stuff in my truck!

On the road again…

Deeper into the town of Independence to visit…


my friend…


Sara! …and to take her companion to lunch. Deeper and deeper into the bowels of…


…oh, I mean deeper into the center of Independence.


My choice on a hot, muggy, Missouri afternoon.
The Italian cuisine here is tremendous!

Back to the house to check on the cats…


If you have cats…put a Pizza Hut carry out box on the floor and you will have a “cat on a box”. Guaranteed.

Also checked out the newly planted…


shrubbery. (one of my favorite words…thank you, Monty Python)

Another stop to put…


even more stuff in the back of the truck.

Heading home, a quick stop at…


to check on the price of a “pork chop”. Ha! Who knows what I am referring to? Ha! Probably nobody.

Then a race with the approaching thunderstorm to my friend’s house because…


I need help unloading this truck! Oh, look! We gotta…helper!

End note: Did you notice that you were shown the arm, hand, and foot of Sara’s companion…but never her face?

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Red Star Goes To The Daum
July 20, 2010

On Saturday a Red Star group trooped to the Daum Museum in Sedalia. I didn’t take my camera! Can you believe that? So you won’t see any pictures of the McDonalds where we picked up a hitch hiker or the startled looks on the faces of the people in the other Belger van when we blew past them or the frozen custard we snagged on the way back. But courtesy of Cary Esser, who brought her camera (thanks Cary!), you will see images of the Marc Leuthold ceramic exhibit. Museum Coordinator, Vicki Weaver, gave us a tour and a good time was had by all. Enjoy…


My favorite!

65 Chevy Repost for Stan
July 18, 2010

I am moving this post up for my newest “wheels” buddy. I met Stan tonight at
Hamburger Mary’s on the Boulevard. He drove up in his beeyooteeful convertible Ford…another 1965! It is the color of my gold interior and has white bucket seats! …mmm. So here’s a story for you, Stan…it is a post from September 2009 when I bought my truck…

I attained my love of old vehicles from my father. The first car I “drove” was by sitting on the lap of my dad and steering while he braked and accelerated his ’49 Willys Jeep. It was similar to this one but green.

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Following are my father’s vehicles, ones I drove while growing up. In chronological order, of course.

cub

The best way to learn about clutches and gears.

nova

A great wagon for the drive-in movie!

CJ5

Dad’s was red. Most fun with doors off! He kept the top on, though.

LTD

Not exactly a “cool” car in high school but it had a huge engine. Man, could it go!

My “auto ed” began early in my years and started with “Come hold the light for me.” Soon I had been taught enough for “Hand me the wrench. No, the crescent!” As I grew older, I learned quite a bit about vehicles. I actually remember the time my dad showed me where the zerts (sp?) were on my first car…

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My ’69 Mustang was similar to this but had a white vinyl top. 302 3-speed. I actually installed a water pump on it once and only had four bolts left over! I kept it for 13 years.

Any time I have ever been out with my father, he always pointed out the older or in some way special automobiles. What he loved most were the pick-up trucks. He always wanted a pick-up but he never had one. I don’t know why because he always had fine enough cars…Jeeps, a ’72 Ford LTD, and later, Lincoln Continentals. His last truck was a GMC Jimmy, close…but not a pick-up. He actually seemed to “pine” for an old pick-up and I wish I had asked him why he didn’t ever own one. Of course, every time I see an old pick-up, I think of my father.

For the last couple of years, I have been preparing to replace my Ford Escort. I was going to buy a friend’s ’05 Civic…not a car I particularly wanted but would admittedly be a good choice. His plans changed recently so within the last two weeks I became comfortable with keeping the Escort. It’s a great car actually. Simple. I have to roll up my own window, I lock the doors without one of those clicker things that I don’t even know the name of, I push a clutch and shift the gears. Ten years ago, I actually had to order this car because dealers don’t tend to order “simple” cars for the lot. “Simple”, remember this word…it is important to the following story…

So here I am, prepared for something but not looking! This, friends is when magic happens…

… last Saturday night, I was working in my studio, my friend, Bowie, walked in and said, “Did you see the truck outside?” You know me well enough now to know that I hopped up and stepped out. When I saw… I think my heart actually went pitty pat! Because there, right there…was parked a…

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Thanks to “auto ed” (Dad), I guessed it was a ’65. Make a comment by clicking “Leave a Response” to join the “Name the Truck” contest. Winner gets a ride! (it’s a girl, by the way)

As I walked closer, I wondered if… and glanced to check…”Yes, there is a sign stuck up in the windshield!”. It was for sale. I thought about it all night and woke up thinking about it the next morning. On Sunday, I was describing the truck to my friend Brock. I said, “Maybe I could get it and keep it for a year or two just for fun.” He looked up dreamily and said, “That, would be a great year.” That’s when I knew that the truck would be mine.

The next day the owner, Scott, brought the truck back over to Red Star. He and his wife, Angela, had driven it here on Saturday night to eat dinner at Lill’s. I told him I wanted to take it down on the boulevard for my buddy, Ryan, to check out. Ryan lives across the street from me and knows all about old vehicles. When I asked, “May I drive?”, Scott hesitated…”Do you know how to…” I interrupted with “Oh, yeah.” Still hesitant, Scott said, “Most people don’t know how to drive an old…” “Oh, I’m good…trust me.” He was so sweet, not wanting to offend me but not quite willing to hand over the keys. Third time convinced and I hopped in behind the wheel. Ryan and his buddies, Chad and Zeke gave it a good going over and gave me the “thumbs up”. Next thing I knew…I had a truck.

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1965 Chevrolet C10, high torque 230 six cylinder, three on the tree, long bed.

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lonnnnnnnnngggg! bed

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This is the front!

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This is the rear!

plate

A great thing about the truck is that the plate goes well with the color!

My neighbor, “north” Mark (I have a “south Mark, too) just made the first entry into the name the truck contest. It was an “off the front porch” entry. You may enter at the beginning of this post or through facebook.

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A great thing about my truck is that it matches my glaze!

socks

I have been accused of wearing socks to match my truck. But the color of my truck is much prettier. It is the color of…

sept.sky

September sky!

bed

This is the bed! I stood on the bumper and wasn’t tall enough to get it all in!

Have you noticed my over use of exclamation marks!?

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This is the interior!

ashtray

I think this is the ash tray!

glovebox

This is the glove box! The seat belts are in there but soon they will be in their proper place. On the left is a journal where I will keep the maintenance record. Also, passengers may write in observations we make while “on the road”!

shoesnpants

I swear I am not dressing to match my truck! Really.

So, as you can see, there are many great things about my truck. But remember how this post began? I want to share with you the best thing about my truck…

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In 1965, a farmer in Arkansas bought this truck from a dealer in Huntsville. The dealer’s name is stamped on the back bumper. I didn’t notice this until after I bought the truck.

Hold on to your hat, Daddy-O…this “ride’s” for you.

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William ( Bill ) Earl Haddock. 1924-2008.

Enter the “Name the Truck” Contest! You can’t win if you don’t play!

Check back for truck stories and pictures… coming soon, “Girls in My Truck”.
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SHE HAS A NAME!

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Thank all of you for your entries! They were all great suggestions. I especially enjoyed reading the reasons for your choices. A lot of nostalgia came my way. I have the best friends ever!
And the winner is…
the entry from…

MY BROTHER!!!
Wait, wait! Before you scream “Foul Play!”… before you accuse us of a nepotistical romp…
Well, it is true that brother Randy had inside information… but even with that, I’m sure that when you know the name you will totally agree!! Remember how the story of the truck started out? With my father, right? Well, my brother remembered that my dad called my mom…

SUSIE Q !

and Susie Q it is!

Bill&Sue

Virginia Sue Stockdale and William Earl Haddock
Married on New Year’s Day, 1951
Resting in Peace Together

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Pineapple Sorbet and Attention to Detail
July 7, 2010


Remember my Costco Koozies? Well, the Pineapple Sorbets are bigger so I need to size up my terracotta pinch pot! …and ewww…


…ewww, I ate this one a few days ago and left it …ewww on the floor by my chair and …ewww it is drying up and engulfing the …ewww spoon! Should I keep it as a pet? Should I rescue the spoon?

In the studio…


Working…


on…


attention…


to…


detail! And thinking about…


pink and grey and butter color…and gold and silver luster!

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This Truck Is Always Costing Me Money!…
July 1, 2010


New cupholder. 99 cents… Geez!
But then again…


…she did take me up to Smithville Lake. And back even!

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