living in the sun, dreaming under the moon

Finally figured out how to get photos on the blog!!

Here I am with the old haircut. got some bangs now, and it's shorter, not so messy. My daughter Jade likes this picture better than my other dorky ones.

Quote for the day

I wrote a letter to my friend Lee today, complaining about cleaning the house... and in the letter, I state the following:

"I am sick of cleaning. I really want to marry a wealthy man with a large staff."

of course, I meant maids! Seriously! I mean, don't go all Freudian on me, jeesh, I mean honestly, I meant domestic help!

But honestly, good for a giggle on a cold and rainy Monday.

More pictures, still learning....

Well now that I know how to put up photos, let's just get some up there! These are some stuff I have painted:

This is a wall hanging for my friend Nicole's baby, Kennedy.



My son Dylan wants to use the computer now, so off I go... he is very out numbered now that Dirk is in Maine... lucky boy will have the ration evened out soon... Dirk is coming home for Thanksgiving, YAY!!! I will now try to get a picture of the guys up here... cross my fingers....

Okay, I am an idiot... I have no idea how to turn the picture of the kids and Grandma eating lobsters this summer right side up. You'll have to turn sideways, sorry!

INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.

Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

Arizona

I have a fantasy. No, it's not some kind of Penthouse Forum crap, it's an actual real tangible fantasy. It goes like this: I get really stressed out over my kids, my bills, my life... and I then hit a moment of madness next to calm where I think.... screw this... I AM MOVING TO ARIZONA.

I remember the first time I ever uttered it. My ex, Shawn, was deep in the throes of his affair with ***** and his guilt was causing the usual "blame the wife" stuff... me, 29 year old meek and mild virgin bride me at the time, blamed myself for everything he supposedly found fault with.... I looked him in the eye on the couch and said, "You know, you are right... I really am awful... I think it may be best for you and the kids if I just move far far away, maybe I should just leave and move to Arizona."

He looked at me with bewilderment, amusement, and probably fear of having to take care of three little kids and said... "Honey, don't even think of doing that!"

That clinched it. That peaceful feeling of release became then and forever my favorite fantasy.

Arizona. Don't know a soul there, but I love the pictures. I could drive out there, get a job... waitressing probably, although I can't waitress... okay, maybe a job at a school or painting.... I make friends, send some postcards to my kids and my mom, and live anonymously. Live simply, flirt with some nice tanned guys, and let Shawn take care of the kids.

Well, they are much older now, almost 17, 14 and 13.... and today was a prime day for the Arizona thought. I've done it all so far, alone for the past almost 8 years, and maybe I really should do this. Just .... go. My friend Lee, who I just told the secret fantasy to tonight, said that Shawn would be offering me money and incentives to stay immediately... kids would cramp his country club life way too much. And *****, imagine her horror... kids messing up her house daily instead of once or twice a month!!!

Ah, Arizona. How I love you.

Quiet Saturday

Just got off the phone with Mom, she did some Christmas shopping today (I haven't even started) and I finished some PTO stuff with Teresa, my neighbor, and then alternated from checking my e-mail (three accounts) and repainting the master bathroom. I am going thru a 'shabby chic' phase- i.e., everything is going lighter and whitewashed. So, the area in between my bedroom and the shower/toliet area that was formally bright salmon is now going to be a pale spring green. Most people would need to run to the store to buy primer, new rollers, brushes and paint... but lucky me always has tons of everything at my disposal. Even a full gallon of gloss white enamel to repaint the woodwork and vanity. Lord, I am a paint geek.

I just read this scary article that Pat Robertson (crazy Christian 700 Club guy) just denounced a PA town, telling them since they voted out creationism in their schools that basically they are asking for the wrath of God. I admit, watching the aftermath of Katrina the thought did cross my mind that God is pissed and ready for retribution, but who gives P.R. the right to give an apocolyptic warning to this poor town? The news, the world, the weather...it's all getting pretty depressing.

My solution? I leave off the news and paint, even if it is just another room in my house.

First

Here it is, my first "blog". I have been a voyeur for years, reading and enjoying blogs that other people have done and haven't taken the plunge... why? As much as I love to write, I am hoping that this will inspire me to be serious about my creativity. So, I vow to paint more, sketch more, write more, and change bad habits. Right after this third cup of coffee. Cheers!