There's something about a cold day, warm socks and warm slippers...My Titan toasters that is...

But this is down right creepy.

Did any of you ever watch the Davey and Goliath series in claymation? I thought it was great, in a dark sort of sense. There 's just something about claymation that doesn't sit well. A co-worker of mine showed me one of her projects from college (claymation, which is why I'm writing about this). And it kind of creeped me out. Maybe it was something of the way the figures couldn't quite move like normal that set me on this tangent... But then I got to thinking about the old ones that I'd seen as a kid and figured out that I've felt this way all along about these types of animation. Dark humor, which is okay, but awkward at the same time. Not that I'm afraid that my clay sticks are going to mold themselves into a person, try to talk to me about physics, and how living in my basement on the art table could indeed, spark life into inadament objects such as it's self. However the odds of that and making it through all the spiders before getting up stairs, would be something to write about...
Does this creepy anyone else out? Or should I chalk it up to my 'odd fears', along with my 'fear' of little people, or more specifically, little people that I would hope not to find staring at me when I wake up in the middle of the night. Sheesh! To all a happy ending!

Ticking Time Bomb a fallen tulip petal...

So this way it's simple...

Being a single parent pullst great energy. Imagine if you will the will to survive on little sleep, very little to none-time to yourself, and feeling that if you slip once everything you've been juggling will cave in on you! Yes! Survival mode. Your body and mind are constantly in a state of defense. As if the daily happenings of life could destroy your little bomb shelter, and in essance it probably could. That is if the bomb hit the right cracks in the system. Weak spots in general are hard for any individual to fess up to having, however, most single parents would probably agree that to show weakness holds great danger of that part of your life.

My time bomb would have to be, doing this on my own for much longer... I know I can do it, but slowly I'm losing my mind and sanity. If any of you have been witness to times when I've just faded out of a conversation, when I was talking, or we were talking... Yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes my brain just turns off in the oddest of times. I would like to think that it's because I've lost interest, that might be an easy way out... Either way I"m terribly sorry.

Caleb does get on my nerves... from the constant 'Momma's' to 'Momma, you're not leaving' (around bedtime) and the absolutely irritating way he tries to tell me what to do. Frustrating! Seriously, there are times that I feel like I"m about to explode and I cry out in prayer "Please God! Send me someone!"

And on the other hand, he is an amazing kid. I love him dearly. For the most part well mannered (usually in public settings he is the kid that listens the most to authority), is always concerned about his mom, no matter if it's a headache or a little scratch on my hand. He gives me kisses and 'demands' to know how I got hurt, coming up with his own dramazations when mine are boring and don't make sense to him.

I do have to say that I love my yoga classes, and the bluer gatherings... both have child care provided...

Your public appearance is inspiring

Don't forget the matches...

I love Sunday mornings, it's call to hot coffee in my breakfast nook pouring over the Strib and getting lost in thought about another life, or how others think in comparison to myself... and yet so closely thinking along the same lines... they just know how to put their thoughts down on paper better than I do. Or perhaps they have a faster computer to type their 'inspiring moments' on. Mine takes forever and am always frustrated at the lack of inspiration that I have after I have to wait for eternity to type out my thoughts. What can one do! "WE OFFER THE FASTEST INTERNET AVAILABLE!" Yes, but I don't have the right 'copper' wiring to comply with those standards at my house... So I'm stuck with dial-up. And a roommate whom is in such denial of smoking that it's sickening.

He smokes, and then puts his butts in the plastic garbage can in the kitchen. Cause for fire? Most definately when you place it next to the week old something or other there could be a 'fermented' explosion! Crazy. My roommate, being a guy, is apt to such things I guess. A closet smoker and drinker, what else could one ask for! But it's easier living with a guy than a girl, well for the most part. As I light inscence to ward off the 'guy' smell of booze laced sweat and stale cigarette smoke, I ask myself is this what it's all about? :-p Seeing those words makes me laugh. How could life be about sharing a roof with a closet drunk? How would this pale in comparison to Garrison Keiller's New book on tape, or his up coming movie. Far from comparison, but I guess it all is how it affects you personally.

She is the style... that she, being me.

So here I am, Me, I , that girl with the 'cool hair'.
So , Who am I?
I must say an interesting person, on the outside rather boring looking, possibly, but on on the inside... ahhhh! What a sight!.
I'm a sassy, fairly down to earth artist. Great head on my shoulders, and maybe lacking the mystery needed to attract the opposite sex. hmmm...

I'm also an avid eclectic music lover! I love scrounging (and it's been a bit easier since 89.3 came into existence) to find new local talent and then raving about them to my friends... that is if they are a good band. One of my best friends ever, Joe, and I seem to have similiar taste, and like to analyze music and find why some voices will never fit with the band's type of music, or whether a band will actually make it or not. Joe, is very wise in this area... Touring with bands and being apart of that industry before, it's easy to rely on him for input, but what is amazing and truly someone who makes me smile is that he listens to me and makes me feel as if my opion is important. That's what makes a good person, and a good, if not great, friend.

My church bluer is something that is a huge part of me. I love being involved, helping out and being around these people. They are me, and I am them. I never thought that I would ever meet a group of people that I care for as much as those I am close to here. They amaze me every time we are together. And in the midst of everyday blahs they remain a bright spot of family and tight knit friends. I feel we are chosen to be together, a fate fulfilled, God's promise and joys placed in one group of people.

I love community and am the game night leader every other Tuesday night!

I recently (Feb.) got a new car that I just love, a VW Golf. A dream car that I've deemed a 'mom car' soley on the fact that it has 4 doors. She has been a major blessing, and sometimes I'm kind of embarrassed to own her. My pride says I don't deserve her, and yet the blessing of a car that actually runs, and runs well, is a blessing of peace of mind that I will have something reliable to drive to work and daycare to provide for my small family. I love my car...

Life is okay, once you get the kinks out...