I never got my paint and canvases out on Sunday, so there was absolutely no painting, like I had planned. It was ‘The Man’s’ birthday, and engrossing myself in painting would’ve just been rude. I’m afraid any sort of artwork isn’t going to happen until after Thanksgiving.
My daughter is coming home tomorrow for an extended visit. She will be here until after Thanksgiving. Yay! She is in town, early, for business. If the potential client hires her company, she will be 20 minutes away from home for an entire year. Double yay! (this is another reason why I won’t be painting. Who has time for painting when we will be marathon shopping?? Inorite?)
Thanks to everyone who was so excited about my artwork. I promise that when I actually do paint, I will show you the results.
A long time ago, before I had kids, I used to paint. I was pretty damn good. I painted portraits. I painted landscapes. But mostly I painted pictures of pictures. Everything I ever painted, I gave away. My sister has my best painting. It’s a picture of a little girl sitting in a field of daisies, with kittens and butterflies. It was a cover on a Reader’s Digest. I kinda want it back, but that will never happen.
Tomorrow I’m going to roll up the fluffy white carpet in my family room. I’m going to put plastic on the floor, and then I’m going to bust out all the old canvases, all the old paint tubes, and all the old brushes, and I’m going to paint. I’m going to paint like there’s no tomorrow. It’s been wayyy too long. Tomorrow is the day.
The Superman ‘drink’ I referred to in my earlier post, is supposed to be a shot. …But we were enjoying them as drinks, because apparently we’re badass and idiots at the same time. And yes, they do cause gigantic hangovers.
(Bailey’s Irish Creme, Amaretto, and Blue Curacao) Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive…
I’m home!! It was 81 degrees when we left Florida this morning. Tonight, when we flew into Grand Rapids, there was mother-effin snow on the ground… and to top it all off, the pilot missed the runway on the first try, cause it was snowing so hard, so he had to put up the landing gear, circle the area, and go in for round two. Welcome home, indeed! I’m lucky to be alive. (okay, I may be exaggerating a bit, but we had to scrape the windshield…so, yeah, kinda brutal, guys!)
-You know the lady, at the pool, with the iPod, who is 5 seconds short of full blown dancing in her beach chair? Yeah, that’s me.
-The other night, at the restaurant, when we saw Hulk Hogan, I think he was pretty rude. Everyone respected his privacy, while he was dining, and then when he was walking out the door, a guy asked him to do the Hulk muscle pose. His response was less than tactful. “You gotta buy a ticket for that, Bro”. We had 29 people at our table. He could’ve smiled and said not now. Anything but what he did. Now 29 more people think he’s a great big jerk.
-My new favorite drink is the Superman. Look it up.
-My face is so red, I could get a part time job as a traffic light. No more pool time today.
If Lindsay Lohan violates her probation next time, she goes to jail for 270 days… and I’m sure she’s really scared about that, after spending almost six hours in jail this time, for her 30 day sentence.
Come on. I say “make her clean a public restroom”, now that’s something that would scare some sense into her.