Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
I like weird art. It's true, I do.
Now, with that being said, weird makes it difficult to sell. Booo!
Not a lot of weirdos out there like me.
Where can I sell this stuff? On Etsy?
How come people in this town are all about being "traditional"?
Sometimes, I just don't feel like I belong here.
I belong in NYC, with green hair, and a tattoo'd sleeve. I belong there. I am afraid if I visit, I may find my "click" and never come home. I hope my children get a feel for all things weird and embrace their momma's heritage.
I hope they learn how to express themselves through art. My parents never encouraged it. I think I could be so much more than I am, in that area of my life, if they had.
Am I a fool to think anyone would want my version of "art"?
Will I fail at this endeavor of life
Why do I care what others think?
Because others will be the ones to buy my versions of art. Others will criticize.
And I am more fragile than I care to admit.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
- You *know* they aren't that smart. (Sorry, but we just *know*.)
- They play words like, "the", "cat", "pickle" and then all of a sudden after 3-4 games of beating their knickers off, they come back playing words like, "faqir", "ogrish", "avower"... and scoring max score every time.
- You *know* they aren't that smart. (That was worth repeating.)
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Artwork in the den and my bedroom. I am going to get back into painting and trying other ways to be creative with artwork on my walls. I want to hang a big piece in my bedroom and a few big pieces in my den / dining room.
Lighting.... So, I am painting my brass chandeliers white. I am replacing the fans in the bedrooms with funky cool something or another's using lamp shades I find at Dirt Cheap.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Lennon is having her adenoids out tomorrow. I am praying this is the final surgery! I know it's a simple surgery, but Dr Mickey said the only problem is fitting the tools in ... her canals and mouth are small. Please say a prayer all goes well and smoothly. Also, my sister, Robin, is getting ready to have neck surgery. She was rear ended and it totalled her SUV. Not only did she have to get a new car, but she has been going to Physical Therapy for the damage in her neck. She had an MRI done and 3 different doctors told her it will have to be surgically fixed. Which means putting life on hold for 6 weeks. They will go in through the front of her neck to work on her spine and vertebrae. PLEASE keep her in your prayers. She is really devastated, as any of us would be. She has already been through so much. I know God has His reasons for allowing this all to happen, so I am praying she finds a peace in it all and learns a great deal more about His love for her and that a constant reminder of His promise is on her heart. Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Friday, May 6, 2011
to be enamored of acertain lady; a brilliant woman with whom he became enamored.
2. to charm or captivate.
I am completely enamoured with my son, Lake. His heart, his smile, his passion, his silliness, the way he loves Lennon, the compliments he gives his mommy, the way he looks at his daddy with such pride in his eyes. He outshines even the brightest stars. He warms my heart so. Today, I went to "Muffins with Mom" at his school. I am pleased to announce my muffin top was not a major topic. I did eat ONE blueberry muffin, and Lake had one, as well… In which he followed up with, "This muffin is delicious" …because he's really 50 years old. I heart the moments I get to spend just he and I because they are so few and far between. He made me a pretty little Mother's Day gift, in which his teachers' passed out at breakfast. LOVE! Also, he answered two questions about his mommy: 1) What is something you and your mommy like to do together? Play Legos! 2) What is something you and your mommy like to eat together? Crescent Rolls with Nutella inside! Couldn't you just eat him alive?! Precious little monkey. And now, a scripture: (clears throat)
Psalm 127:3-5 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.
a comfortable chair; comfortable shoes.
being in a state of physical or mental comfort; contented and undisturbed; at ease:
to be comfortable in new shoes; Idon't feel comfortable in the same room with her.
(of a person, situation, etc.) producing mental comfort or ease;
easy to accommodate oneself to or associate with: She's a comfortable person to be with
I am slowly realizing how comfortable I am with my "new life". It's become part of me instead of this "extension" of me. If that makes sense. Like, Lennon has always fitted us like a glove, but the whole DS thing just seemed like an extension, and it's becoming less and less of an extension and more of the whole picture. It's a progress... and I am ok with the results. Even on the hardest of days, I know at the end of it, we are better for it. It's a good feeling, this acceptance. Of course, having new and old friends to lean on who have been through similar situations is key. However, I am NOT comfortable is fat body. Ugh. Fat girl needs to leave and re-enter skinny girl. And now, a poem: (clears throat)
Skinny me, I scream and shout... drying, trying, clawing to get out,
Pound by pound, until I've won... battle of the bulge, until it's gone.
It is useless to reason with him.
without useful qualities; of no practical good: a useless person; a useless gadget.
When I am confronted with news of death and dispair... I become like a deer in headlights. I can encourage through a tough time, because I know it's temporary... but with death, I lose all train of thought. Recently, a friend lost her infant child and I had nothing to say except, "I'm sorry". I felt such guilt that my kids were healthy, I prayed and asked God, "why her and not me?" It just wasn't fair. I have had no answers from God, so far as to why. Just a "trust me, I've got this under control". My heart is still heavy with that burden. Now, my brother-in-law is losing someone dear to his family. A precious lady, by the name of Joy. Joy recently found out she had Acute Leukemia and within a few very short weeks has been put on "comfort care" until she passes. I just have no words. You would think, losing my dad at such a young age, I would cope with death better than I do. Instead, I clam up and get silent (which is unlike me) and I just hurt for them. And now, a hymn: (clears throat)
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul. It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul.