Sometimes, when I least expect it, I come across something on the computer that makes me despise technology. Its was nothing bad or inappropriate. It just kinda woke me up from my place of contentment. I wish I could go back to being ignorant because it can be bliss…but only so sometimes…and the more ignorant you are the worse you are going to feel when you come out of the fog. poo
I have been posting pictures of my watercolor paintings on my Facebook but not on here for some reason or another…
Well, I just sent a picture via text message to my sister of an almost completed painting and she said “U should be blogging this stuff.”
And so here is my first blog of 2013…
I came across this picture of a little girl with a very precious face and I just had to paint her. However, I ended up waiting months before actually putting her on paper. Once I started, though, everything came into place and the picture below is the result. (I am probably not finished with her but at this moment in time I am)
I had originally wanted her in a project I am working on but I don’t believe she would fit into it in the end and that is why I am going ahead and posting her.
This is the short conversation I had with my son…
Me to him: “stop asking. You sound like a broken record.”
Him: “A what?”
That was the extent of the conversation because I realized that the term “sound like a broken record,” has become obsolete and I have gotten older than I had cared to realize.
I was born and grew up with records and cassette tapes. We had ONE family phone that hung on the wall in the kitchen. It had like a 15 foot cord on it so you could walk all around the kitchen and into the living room. I think you could even get to the front door.
Then there were cds. The clarity of the music was incredible. (but I still have some of my cassette tapes to this day)
Then, there were iPods. I was one of those people who were sceptical about them. I have one but I prefer my cds. Yes I know that dates me right there.
oh well. I am old and I embrace that fact. I will be able to tell my children’s children that I was around for the invention of cds, dvds, iPod, laptop computers, flat screen tv (which i also had a hard time with) blu ray, ipads, iPhones. oh and that I used to play Nintendo with a tiny, rectangle controller that dug into the palm of my hands for hours while i played! OH and that there was no such thing as DVR! You had to watch it on live tv all the time…unless you were one of those fortunate people who had a vcr. (and even then it was a toss-up as to whether or not you could get it to record right…or keeping somebody from recording over it!)
Ok now I am just rambling…and I have REALLY dated myself because I just wrote on this blog about how things were when I was young…oops…
have a good evening…this old fogie is going to bed (yes it is 8 o’clock…its just what old fogies do!)
A little over a year ago, I wrote about my love of Nutella. However, I have recently discovered a new joy and love, and that is the Joy of Cookie Butter. There are no words to describe the taste. I get almost giddy every time I take a bite. I literally keep a jar with me in my lunch box.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you’re fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true.”
Cinderella is probably my most favorite fairy tale. I have had a set of the above figurines since I was like 3. (Mine are not in near as good a shape…I believe Prince Charming’s hand with the slipper has been glued and reglued many times and Cinderella is chipped everywhere.)
Why am I smiling to myself at 5:45 in the morning?
I wrote an email yesterday to a certain someone. It contained many things, none of which I will share with the world-wide web. : )
However, I got a reply back this morning…and thats why I am smiling to myself at 5:45 in the morning.
The arrival of the Grammy after a week of being gone means my day will be filled with preperation for her arrival.
What do I mean py preperation?
Lots and lots of cleaning.
I am not a good keeper of a house. Never have been. You could actually label me as a slob. When I was a teenager, my room would get shin deep with thigh deep drifts of clothes, books, toys, and random stuff. It was mostly clothes though and what was worse is that they were mostly clean clothes that never made it to the drawers or closet. I would have a path from the door to the bed and one from the bed to the drawers.
Not much has changed. I still have paths but the depth level has gone down. Its only one layer with ankle deep drifts. Still mostly clothes though.
Concerning housekeeping, she is the complete opposite of me.
She gets stressed and anxious if things are not tidy. However, she has relaxed a bit due to having two of her grandchildren living in her house, but once the 3 bedrooms being built in the garage are finished, she is going to claim her house back and quarentine the mess to the kids and my “wing.”
The one thing that hasn’t (and will never) change is that she has to come home to a clean house. Whenever we all went on vacation, she would always spend the day before cleaning the house top to bottom. She could not relax on a vacation if she knows that the house is dirty.
Whenever she goes out of town without my dad or myself, we automatically know what is going to have to happen either the day before or the day of her arrival home. It will be a day of cleaning.
When she is not here for a time, the mess spreads from my room to the living room and the kitchen.
Before her return, I must beat the mess back into my room.
This happens in an order:
The kitchen table needs to be given back its normal function, which would be as a table for eating and not a catch-all table. This process can take anywhere from 5 minutes to a half hour. It just depends on how long she has been gone.
The dishwasher needs to be emptied, reloaded, started, and then, if there is time, emptied and reloaded again. Reason for two dishwashing cycles? It’s because I have created a mountain of dirty dishes that has spread itself across all the counter space. Its what happens when you don’t empty the clean dishes out of the dishwasher and just set all the dirty dishes in and around the sink until you run out of clean dishes to use.
Next comes reclaiming the livingroom. This area became a sick ward this go around because my son brought home sickness from school and gave it to his little sister and me. It has pillows, blankets, dvds and a few toys that need to be taken to their rightful place (our room).
Of course, I have to mention the laundry. Yesterday, I did 4 loads of laundry…all of which still needs to be folded/hanged and put away. I hate this chore and, to be honest, it will most likely not get done.
Last, but certainly not least, comes the vacuuming. Lots and lots of vacuuming.
(Bonus chore: Mopping)
Hopefully, all this will be done before the Grammy comes home. You do not want to know what happens if it is not done.
If she is returning to my dad and I both, Dad goes around all day, panicking and grouchy, trying to make sure everything is perfect for his wife’s return.
I don’t know how he acts when it is just him.
I tend to procrastinate (of course). Plus, if the children are here, it makes more since to wait and pick stuff up cause they will have destroyed everything that was accomplished within a few minutes.
Today, I have waited long enough and I must get to it.
(Bonus: Gabe has a cough/cold, Jenny has a 101 degree temp and runny nose, and I have been throwing up anything I put in my stomach. This will make it extra fun!)