Thursday, September 26, 2013

Friday Rambles

It has come to my attention that I have picked up the nasty habit of believing I haven't been doing things "right". 
Not just one thing in particular, just things. 
Things like my day.
Homework with Brenna.
My art.
It's all a lie, and deep down I know this, and I have spent plenty of money talking to a professional about such things. It stems from always being the one in the family to always feel responsible for cleaning up after the alcoholic and making sure everyone is happy.
 It's classic, really, but I think I have evolved it into an art form.
The art form of "never being good enough."
It has raised it's nasty head for a couple of reasons.

The pressure I put on myself is always a good start.

When I am tired, this nasty habit gains a foot hold- and I have been ridiculously tired with sinus stuff the last few days. You know the kind-you can sleep for ten hours straight and wake up wondering if you have slept.

I also started a book by Jenny Lawson, which is, by the way, the most hysterical thing I have ever read. 
The chapter on the squirrel maybe, kinda made think just a little bit about my childhood. I won't go into detail here, but let's just say it messed with my brain a little bit.
I guess all that to say is I'm going to look back at the week with a more positive outlook and turn the nasty habit off.

I think I saw these in J.Crew. I need them, but with my prescription in them. I will feel young and hip and uber cool.

Do you see how many almonds are in this bag?
I sent this photo in a text message to a friend on the 21st. I had managed to make my life better by finding these and having some with coffee and needed to share this with her.
They were gone about three days ago.
This is the positive part: I'm not going to count how many days it took me to finish off this bag.

I have eaten this about four days in a row for breakfast.
Home made granola, apples, strawberries and almond milk.
No, there are no chocolate covered almonds in the granola.

I was fairly paralyzed by how much of a mess my art room was in.
But it was sacrificed for a good reason:

They make me happy.
I can't wait to show you what they look like finished.
Which involved this:

Somehow I managed to spray paint my feet the first go around while spray painting the frames.
I had a couple of minutes to finish painting the frames in between running around today, and instead of changing, I held a towel around my jeans and hobbled from frame to frame, one hand spraying, the other hand holding my garage towel around my jeans so they wouldn't get white paint on them. My feet? Well, they were sacrificed the day before, so who cares.
Plus, I'm sure my neighbors had fun trying to figure out what the heck I was doing.

I found this in a thrift store.
My friend, Robin, doesn't agree with me, but it is about the funniest movie ever.
It's going to my eldest after I watch it about 30 times, cause she likes it as much as I do.

A life-saving day.
It began with coffee and heart-to-heart talking and ended with thrift stores.
Best day in a long, long time.

When in doubt, pull these out for dinner.

Then, put on comfy sweats and moccasins.
They cover up the paint on one's feet and make it a great way to end the day.

No more photos of my feet, I promise.
Have a great weekend.


  1. I do the exact same thing. I used to beat myself up about not being good enough at anything. And Yes it is a lie. Cause God doesn't make Junk. I heard that somewhere. And I had to Laugh when I saw the photo of "What about Bob". Way back when my life was a mess. Lots of bad choices. After my second divorce I was having a breakdown, Ended up in the ER.. Long story short, I went to see a therapist and he told me I was not aloud to watch any sappy love story or read any romance books. And go to the video store and get the movie "What about Bob.. Crazy thing is that it helped, along with 2 more years of therapy. Those old thoughts of not being good enough creep back in sometime. But I know its a lie.

    I love your Bird. I can't wait to see what you do with it.