Thursday, June 19, 2014

Anybody know an endorphinoligist?

I'm not sure what I was thinking, but I got up this morning and went for a run.

I realize that those of you who know me are thinking......Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

I was reminded within seconds of why I don't run.

Confession #13:  I hate running!!!!!

I just don't get it.

I hear people say stuff like "I just had a great run" or "I run to keep my sanity".

What are they talking about?

I have decide that they are
a: lying
b: crazy
c: they have something I don't

I think I have just figured out what the problem is....

I'm endorphinless!

When I run, I feel horrible. Nothing is releasing in my brain making me feel like life is wonderful. I just feel like I need to spit.

Bye for now.

P.S.  Life is wonderful ... just not when I'm running.

Organization Alert

Friday, April 4, 2014


After a dentist appointment the other day I stopped at a thrift store on my way home.

Confession #12:  I love thrift stores.

I found a couple of treasures and took them to the cash register.  "Do you qualify for any discounts?" I was asked by the clerk. "No", I said with a smile on my face. "Do you have our rewards card?". "No" I replied.  As she clicked the buttons on the register she said, "Today is senior day...,  (I shook my head from side to side)  ...are you 55?"



awkward pause

I got my discount.

Bye for now.

Treat Alert

only 3 ingredients
Fruit - Nuts - Seeds

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

A Journey

For as long as I can remember, I have had this frustrated artist inside of me.  I had such a huge desire to be an artist, but at the same time I had absolutely no confidence in my ability to create art - the kind of art that's in my head anyway.

I do consider myself to be a creative person, and I can create things that I love, but I just don't have that raw ability to draw something as I see it, and as I see it in my head.

Confession #11:  When I see people who have a natural talent for drawing I am so envious.

I just want that so bad. It's that word "natural" that I can't just go and get somewhere. Natural. I can't buy it at a store or dig it up in the backyard. Natural comes with you.  It lives inside of you and influences your movements, it's in your eyes and affects the way you see things, it flows like a river through your veins.  It's with you always. You can't give it away and you can't sell it.  It's yours and will be a part of you, for your whole life.

No matter how much I desire to have it - I never will.

So after wanting and not having, year after year of my life.  I decided that I needed to make a change. I wondered if I could literally "change" my mind. I should be able to do that, right?  After all, it is MY mind.  Could I actually change the way I think about art, the way I think about myself, the way I see art, the way I see myself, therefore, the way I create art. I think I can. Isn't it all about perception any way?  Now that I think of it, isn't everything about perception?   I know that I need to let go of a few things, like thinking art has to be perfect... or amazing... or gallery worthy.  No one has to like it.  No one even has to see it if I don't want them to.  I don't need to "change" other peoples minds.  Just mine.

I came to this realization as I was sitting in bed a few weeks ago trying to get sleepy, doing a crossword puzzle .  So I grabbed a pencil and started to draw.

I have already realized that art isn't just a finished product.  It's a journey.  And in that journey is where lessons are learned, wants and needs are fulfilled, life is enjoyed and dreams come true.

Bye for now.

p.s. never stop dreaming

Great Old Book You Might Have Missed Alert

Great advice for life.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

And the winners are...

And the winners are......
Becca W
Jack was going through a pile of cuddly flannel I had set aside for D.I. He made sure I was in earshot and said, "'This fabric is so soft,' said the boy who wanted a new quilt."
Elliot & Tracy
My infant son was screaming as I was in the middle of cooking dinner so I asked my daughter to put his pacifier in. She got it situated and he instantly calmed down. She turned around with a giant smile on her face and shouted, "HE'S HEALED!" - Madison, 2 years old

I had to pick 2 winners because it was too hard to pick one.
Thanks to all who entered my contest!!!

Monday, January 13, 2014

Quote Contest

your enrtry gives me permission to use your quote (without name)
for promotional purposes