Happy Little Trees: Bob Ross vs. Sister Madly

“I was thinking about painting some trees…”

That shouldn’t be a problem, Professor; in fact, Sister Madly is rather pleased that you’re starting to show some spunk. Now, just which National Forest do you want to deface? You provide the paint, Sister Madly will pack the muffins.

“…on my wall.”

happy tree

Apparently, this particular friend believes that the best way of experiencing all that nature has to offer is by bringing it indoors. Seriously, Professor, what’s up with that? You’ve got birds on your cupboards, and now you want the Enchanted Wood on your basement wall. You even went as far as to chop down a lovely tree and set it up in your living room like some grotesque hunting trophy- what did you call it? ‘Christmas?’ Pine cones and needles lying about like darling little entrails. And you wouldn’t even let Sister Madly climb it.*

*So what if she set fire to the German Pinwheel thingy? It was hideous- and an accident, Professor: a happy little accident.

Trees. Happy little trees, no doubt. You’ve been watching The Joy of Painting on the sly, haven’t you, Professor?

Just how does one go about ascertaining the emotional state of a tree? It was easy in the Wizard of Oz: those trees were snippy. This was made evident by the fact that they threw apples at everyone. Sister Madly always felt a kinship with those trees, sharing their good, honest, demonic appetite for all things dark and goofy.

“That is something you can do… isn’t it? Paint trees?”


It would seem that her friends have a little more than a mustard seed’s worth of faith that Sister Madly’s talent is the same caliber as that of the Zen-like happy man, Bob Ross. To be clear: the only thing that Sister Madly and Bob Ross have is common is… well, nothing.

Look at that smile, that hair: you just know that his mother sat him down as a child and said “Now Bobby, even though it’s the end of the world, that doesn’t mean you can’t be polite.”

Whereas with Sister Madly, this same reprimand would go something like “Just because you brought about the end of the world, young lady, doesn’t mean you don’t have to clean your room. And take out the garbage. And why did you stamp your name all over your face? Did you forget who you are?”

And for those of you who still find difficultly in differentiating between the two:

BOB ROSS: name that can be pronounced by 98% of the English-speaking population.
SISTER MADLY: name that can be pronounced by no one.

BOB ROSS: turns all of his mistakes into ‘happy little accidents.’
SISTER MADLY: turns all of her mistakes into global disasters – albeit, with a smile.

BOB ROSS: paints trees by recreating their image on a blank canvas.
SISTER MADLY: paints trees by covering them in Circus Peanut Orange. Semi-Gloss.

BOB ROSS: soft, calming, velveteen voice. A bit like Sister Madly’s sofa.
SISTER MADLY: not soft, calming, velveteen voice. A bit like an old, wool sock.

bob ross paint along

Also, they look nothing alike.

You know, Sister Madly, compared to Bob Ross and all of his sunshine, you look like a soulless cookie. His trees are happy; your trees house birds who expel fully digested berries all over your car. When he wants a sunset, he paints it; when you want a sunset- face it, you need to move. And you can pretty much bet that he didn’t stamp his name all over his face when he was just a wee little thing. Also, he was a Master Sergeant in the Air Force; you just like to lay around in the grass.

“So, if you’re not busy this weekend…”

Sister Madly can’t guarantee that, Professor; she just might be spending the evening plotting your very own happy little ‘accident.’

POST’S THEME SONG: Happy Together, The Turtles

17 responses

  1. Thank you for the wit and wisdom Simster Lady!

    There is an old garter belt of mine that will work with the wool sock if that will help!

    Liked by 1 person

    March 19, 2015 at 6:35 AM

    • Sister Madly

      That’s some little anagram there.

      I use the wool sock for dusting. You can keep the garter belt- you may need it yourself one day! ;c)

      Liked by 1 person

      March 19, 2015 at 12:10 PM

  2. ~meredith

    BOB ROSS!!! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

    March 19, 2015 at 7:52 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Yes! The man who taught me that I could not paint- nor stay awake while he was doing so. ;c)


      March 19, 2015 at 12:08 PM

      • Maybe your medium is not so much canvas as it is, I don’t know, clay or Lego blocks?

        Liked by 1 person

        March 20, 2015 at 8:54 PM

        • Sister Madly

          Legos… Legos sound about right. But I don’t think those trees will be ‘happy’ so much as they will be ‘delightfully indifferent.’


          March 21, 2015 at 9:53 AM

  3. How ominous… plotting an “accident”?

    But yes, one should enjoy nature outdoors! In the elements, so to speak.

    Liked by 1 person

    March 19, 2015 at 11:47 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Not just any accident: a happy, little accident!

      Indeed, nature is to be enjoyed in its rightful place: outdoors! I keep telling this to the spiders and bees that insist on coming through my window without personal invitation, but… *sigh*

      Liked by 1 person

      March 19, 2015 at 12:14 PM

  4. …”And this is where I hid the body” Bhahahahahahaha!

    Liked by 2 people

    March 19, 2015 at 4:03 PM

    • Sister Madly

      Somehow, I believe this to be true, and admire him for it!

      Liked by 1 person

      March 19, 2015 at 4:50 PM

  5. darkenwulfbytes

    Can we have some grumpy mountains and depressed trees. Keep the happy clouds…

    Liked by 1 person

    March 20, 2015 at 12:54 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Wouldn’t a grumpy mountain be a volcano? I could support that!


      March 20, 2015 at 10:23 AM

  6. I was at a bit of a loss becoss down here in Aus we never had the pleasure of Bob Ross so I arcsed Mr Google to tell me true and now I know that you, Sister madly are a nice person and maybe he was a nice person to but probably boring as bat droppings in an old cave.

    Liked by 1 person

    March 23, 2015 at 2:58 AM

    • Sister Madly

      That’s very possible. I have wondered if he knew how to get angry. I wouldn’t mind seeing how that painting would have turned out.


      March 23, 2015 at 10:49 AM

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