Friday, July 31, 2009
I spent yesterday morning and last evening drawing. I'm trying to work some of my free time in my art and yesterday I felt the need to draw. I have a lot of ideas for my next painting after I finish the autumn leaves but I need to get them into a form so I can get them on the canvas to paint. I'm getting pretty obsessive with it, sort of like The Hubby and his dancing. He went to class with B on Wednesday night then last night asked if I minded if he went to a ballroom class. I said sure, as long as I didn't have to go. This morning he informed me that there was a great class that are in 4 week stretches to focus on a particular dance style each 4 weeks, "But," he added, they are on Saturday nights. Hey, I'm NOT giving up my weekends at the cabin for a dance class! This is a real problem for us. He is now involved in a thing that is really for couples but I don't like to do it. I'm really getting to the point that I don't want to ever dance again. That is bad because I love to dance, disco and on my own terms. I know he would love it if I had this passion with him, but I don't! I'm finally doing what I WANT to do and I'm not going to be bullied into liking and doing something just for him. I've done and been there for him for the thirty-three years of our marriage and I'm finally figuring myself out and what I want. It is me time and I'm NOT giving that up right now. (Now here is where I backslide.) But, should I give in a little for him, to be a part of something he likes. We are partners you know but when do I get to shine. We've been through his love for collectibles for years and I mean years. Attending conventions, traveling through multi-states to find his collectibles, and even hosting conventions here in town. The house has been full of his collectibles and I will admit they are cool and very, very interesting but I am relegated to one room, in one corner. I occasionally spill out but I try not to cause too much contention. Hmmm, that is me isn't it. I don't rock the boat and lately I'm kind of causing a few waves. This is not like me but as I've said before, "THIS IS THE YEAR OF MWWWAAAA!!!!!."
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Ragu sponsored lunch that was very, very yummy!
Saturday began with a march down to breakfast after a little more shut-eye than the previous day. Filling our bellies with oatmeal, Kelly and I settled in to watch Dave Lieberman
do a very quick cooking demonstration. The night before at the Pepsico sponsored cocktail party he was supposed to do a demo but with what was going on...he couldn't compete. I saw him sitting and watching...what was going on and got Kelly to take our picture. Well, as you can see the pic is not here yet as it is on Kelly's camera. I'll post it later. What was going on was a karoke night. The funniest part was the Sobe gecko lizard and a Mrs. Potato Head dancing to "I Like Big Butts!" Absolutely hysterical...and again will have to wait for the pics. We laughed ourselves silly from the bad singing and Mrs. Potato Head shaking her "eyes".
Back to Saturday and more sessions. I actually bowed out of the morning sessions as they were geared to the Vaginally Challenged Bloggers, Blogging as a Homeschooling Tool, Business of You, Travel Bloggers and Mommy Blogging, to name a few. I just didn't find one to suit me and really, I'm not sure where I fit in. I am a personal blogger and as Kelly says, a storyteller. I do some cooking, some artwork, some very amateur photography so I'm kind of on the outside of it all. They also had Geek Lab stuff to help with the computer aspects of it all, and that is really not me. I'm very basic but I think that really helped a lot of bloggers. I did attend a last session called "Identity/Passions: Enough About You...Who's Reading You?" It was very interesting.
Lunch time I knew that Paula Deen was giving a cooking demo at the Walmart sponsor booth so I made sure I was seated right in the front row, ready for my closeup! The area of very few chairs filled quickly and the stacks of people behind started getting a little claustrophobic while we waited. We waited and waited to be told that her plane was late. Sweet Kelly who had come to sit with me when a lady got up, not to wait anymore, quickly went to the lunch area and filled two plates of food and we ate while we waited. Our chairs were right in front. I got to have my picture taken with her but her nervous travel planner guy of Paula's was taking the pic and moved so my picture was awful. I was not a happy camper at all.
I also got some far away snaps of Tim Gunn from Project Runway, another sponsor of the BowlHer that night.
Most of the evenings after the cocktail parties, sponsored by BlogHer and their sponsors, we went to the individual parties from fellow bloggers with their own little sponsors. The prizes from these parties for the first few, let's say 100 or so were what is called SWAG. I had no idea and Kelly warned me about the SWAG! Wow, Wow, and Wow!
And here is what the SWAG came in, grocery like bags for the Green in all of us.My bag was so stuffed full we had to leave a few things behind, recycled so to speak. The lady at the airport just knew my bag was over the limit but thankfully it was 45 pounds, absolutely stuffed and ready to pop open!
A little incident happened at just one of those parties. I only RSVP'd at one, which I didn't get SWAG but this one Kelly RSVP'd too and said it was a plus one so I was a shoe-in in the door. All the other parties were RSVP too but that was not honored, believe me. This one apparantly did honor the system. When Kelly checked in and proceeded through the door I followed to have the checker-in lady put her arm out and physically stop me. Hey, is this Hollywood or something. I was PISSED. Kelly came back and tried to explain that it was plus one but the lady would have none of it. I turned on my heal and marched away yelling, "NEVER MIND!", well, in my head I said that. I was so angry and embarassed. Kelly went in for just a sec but came back. I told her to go in for awhile and check it out but she said she would leave her friend. Awwwe...that's my friend! We went to Chibar, had dinner and lots of wine...oh my aching head at 3 am.
These were the only two things I actually purchased to bring home. The pullover for me and the Cubs cap for B2 (the son-in-law cause he loves the Cubs).
Funny little side note...while I was waiting for the session to be over, I was hand journaling and a lady yelled at me from across two escalators, "Are you Meg Ryan's mother." Now tell me do you see a resemblance...I don't think so!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
B&B2 are in Las Vegas to meet up with A. Tears for Fears will be performing somewhere there tonight. It should be great fun and B2 had never been so they're treating it as a belated mini honeymoon.
I thought I was through with the DVD slide show of old pics and music for Sis tonight but the music runs just a smidge too long so I need to find some more pics, or may not. I'm tempted to just leave it alone and call it done so I can possibly paint today. I have the time and the light is just perfect. Last night we had B&K over for dinner to see the pictures of their Alaskan cruise and share our Ireland/QM2 trip. It was a nice evening and this morning I was still feeling the effects of a whole bottle of Rosso wine. Yummy! While shopping at Whole Foods for dinner fixin's yesterday I had to walk past the flowers and I must say that Whole Foods has the most AWESOME flowers in town sometimes, for the spur of the moment thing. I had to buy some Gerber daisies for the table and this morning with the sun streaming through the windows I had to get the camera out. I am trying to get some interesting shots for some more paintings.
The well-worn bride and groom was from my Momma & Daddy's wedding cake. I love it.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Yesterday I did the laundry, we watched a couple of movies, scanned pictures and did a little drawing...what do you think.....................
Here we are with Daddy. He built the white fence. I have tons of memories in this house.
Check out the multi-layered bell bottoms that Mother made for us! We were stylin'!
You may get tired of seeing my art stuff but I am amazing myself. I knew I had a little talent, and I mean a little but the stuff that is coming out is just amazing me. I guess it sometimes takes a little maturity to refine. This is an old pic of my 2nd cousin Danny who passed away a few years back.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The first was the very first day of 7th grade. In those early years you could only wear matching pantsuits or dresses to school. The dresses had to be 3 inches from the middle of the knee to the hem, they measured. You had to wear hose back then but pantyhose had not been invented yet. It was garter belts and nylons that ran at the touch of a finger. That first day I walked to school in my new dress all the way down Main Street. We lived on Main Street about 4 blocks away from the school. I entered the doors of the junior high my father attended and was ushered into the gym, girls on the left and guys on the right. The rickety wooden bleachers were pulled out and filled with kids. The only place left to sit was close to the top of the bleachers. I nervously but my foot on the bleacher seat and climbed to the top in my new dress and sat, waiting for the beginning bell. It was a cacophony of children voices laughing and yelling and nervously talking. The bell finally rang and the students started filing out of the gym. I stood, looked down and took my first couple of careful steps to the gym floor. Next to the last step down I slipped and slid down to the floor, landing with my legs spread out, my dress pulled up facing the gym full of 13-15 year old boys across the room. Laughter erupted and I was mortally embarrassed. That was my first day of 3 years of HELL!
The second incident was just as public. I was in my 7th grade art class, the last class of the day in my very nice white dress when I felt a little strange but just attributed it to the heat and no air conditioning. The school bell rang for the end of the day and I was ready to make the walk, down Main Street to home. My textbooks in my arms, I proceeded to walk the 4 blocks uneventfully, I thought. I reached the front door, went inside and hurriedly took off my school clothes to discover that Mother Nature had visited me for the very first time and left her imprint on the backside of my beautiful white dress. The realization hit me, I had walked all the way down Main Street with that on my backside and NO ONE TOLD ME! I was in tears and so embarrassed that I didn't want to go to school again.
The point of these two tales is that I'm not sure I want to revisit those junior high years again, can you blame me.
Friday, July 10, 2009
I took the entire day off Wednesday to work on my next painting. I had to decide what I wanted to do. I drew for nearly 3 hours and think I've got it, I hope. What do you think.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
The evening was moving on and the four friends decided to take a ride on one of the golf carts. Yes, they were also full of a lot of liquid stuff so it didn't help what was about to happen. R was driving when B2 told him to turn left urgently. Well, four on the golf cart turning that rapidly is not a good combination and over they went onto the asphalt and gravel. B2 and VS were on the side that hit the road, and the golf cart actually was on B2's foot. He was in so much shock and pain that he just took off walking while B and R helped VS off the ground. She sustained a road burn on her shoulder and elbow while B2's elbow and his foot were cut, smashed and road burned. I don't know how he walked off except he was in shock. Luckily the paramedics are always on hand so both got immediate help and aid. B2's foot was still in bad shape this morning but the paramedics did not seem to think it was broken and today he had it x-rayed with the same result. The chaos after the accident was horrible as R was just distraught that he hurt his friends that he feels as close to as siblings. It didn't help that alcohol was playing a huge part in the tears and self-blame. If I did not hide his keys he was going to drive home and that was not going to happen. It was just horrible with drama. We finally got him settled down but I don't think he got the point about drinking until this morning because he drank more and was worse. He felt bad because the golf cart was damaged and he knew The Hubby would be pissed, he was. A statue light also got knocked over and then this morning a piece of summer sausage was found on the floor when The Hubby took a spill on it. R was eating it when we went to bed. It was a tragic night but after a short talk with him this morning he may get it, I hope. I plan on giving him a call as a friend and pseudo-mom and try to talk to him about his behavior and his drinking and choices. I think he's a little lost right. I don't want him to use this as a pitiful me ploy, I'm a f...up...I want him to learn from this and be responsible. Just scary stuff you know.
This morning everyone was a little on edge, tired, sore and angry. I fixed a great breakfast of Creekbank (eggs, potatoes, bell peppers, onions), bacon, sausage, biscuits, juice....we were stuffed. It was definitely a rather quiet breakfast with soft chatter. The Hubby is angry but surprisingly not as much as I thought he would be. I think he sees a very troubled young man.
The golf carts battery was upended so battery acid spilled and burned a hole somewhere and damaged the starter but they were things that can be fixed which The Hubby has half done already. Things will be okay.
I really hate this holiday. Fireworks, masses of people and drink are just not ever a good combination.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Oh well, I'm back to the weekend fun, or not fun. It is not even noon on Friday and the fireworks have been popping all morning. I'm so done with that. Next year I'm staying in town, inside, away from it all. After last year I'm so done with it all. The next door cabin neighbors are up. They live in Houston so usually don't make it up but a couple of times a year. This year they have 3 dogs in tow so early this morning all I heard was them yelling at one of the dogs, ROXIE, ROXIE, ROXIE! The neighbors on the other side also have multiple dogs and they all are running free, contrary to the by-laws of the place. Next I hear ROXIE, ROXIE, ROXIE, NOOOOooo, the dogs barking then fighting. Now some of them are on leads and some are captured inside cabins. Good Grief! A lot of the people here have dogs and some let them run free. It is not good, especially when so many more people are going to be here for the weekend. I can't wait for the weekend to be over and back to the peace and quiet.
Ohhhh...I took the most AWESOME picture last night of the pink light in the trees and the reflections on the water...but, alas it was not with my camera which was in my bag at the cabin but with Bare's. Hopefully, I will be able to download it today. I want to paint it.