September 2012

and I thank my lucky stars

Just as stunning on the inside as the outside. cuteGIRL. she makes her mom smile. even when her mom doesn’t want to. a complete whirlwind of ____________. you pick, any word will work.

when she was a newbie on this earth, she had colic. like push-her-stroller-off-a-seaside-cliff colic. (its true. she has heard the story many times and laughs every time) and i think i listened to the best hits of james taylor about, oh, a million times. and it was sweet.

And I thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are

i hear him now on pandora and i have to stop and smile.

good stuff people.

flashback for those of my generation: your smiling face.

pajamas and bars.

pretty sure that there should be a pj day at local drinking establishments.

and not the kind of pjs that guys like.

screw that.

like flannel pj’s and a big t-shirt with salsa stains on the front.

if it helps the cause. i’ll even go braless.

now that fo-shiz is my some sort of happy hour.

they keep staring at me.

Kelly will be so excited to pick up this little package from the post.

I bought the wooden bits on a whim while wandering around my local craft store. it just seemed to me that they needed to be made.

no purpose. no idea. no idea of the final outcome.

i seriously am NOT good at just making something to make something.

now that i consider myself to be a (BIGgirl) artist. i expect everything to be a masterpiece.

it. is. exhausting.

i can’t even make some cute tribe girls without irritating the crap out of myself.

so.

off to kelly they go. with ribbon headpieces and all. (kelly HATES ribbon.)

she better make them look cute.

maybe with her they will reveal their purpose.

(but at least they are not staring at me anymore. and yes. I know they have no eyes. but they have that power.)

a response to my. um. sensitive nature.

 

I just generally try to remember that no matter what i say or think people are going to believe what they want to believe, say what they want to say, and ignore any sense of logic. So its best to just ignore them and remember in the long run it doesn’t really matter. Just fade into to the background and watch them make an arse of themselves and say http://i.imgur.com/8zBZe.gif.

 

thank you person-who-loves-me-who-shall-remain-nameless. seriously. you are pretty frickin’ smart and so amazingly good.

raise your hopeful voice.

Falling Slowly (The Swell Season) :
I don’t know you but I want you
All the more for that
And words fall through me
And always fool me and I can’t react
And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You’ve made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing along

find the shine.

otherwise known as ftsjb. my version of wwjd.

wondering if you (not YOU, Liz Lamoreux because we already snorted out loud about this) can guess what it stands for. first person to do so might just get a little art love. if i can remember. which seems to be. easy to do these days.

Kelly Barton, you are not eligible either. because i will probably tell you in the next 2 minutes. and you will improve it with a word or two.

this new little word.filled.adventure. brought to you by the letter S (for SCARY) and this awesome gathering. chickadee road studio sessions.

danielle