Creative Ramblings

Ryan is getting Morgan dressed after her bath:

Morgan: Look at my boobies! (pointing to them)

Ryan: You have a great future.

I went shopping with my friend, Laura, and her daughter, Devyn, yesterday at the local outdoor mall. Within five minutes of parking the car and finding our way out of the parking garage, we ran into my dad. For anyone else, this may not be strange, but for me, it was.

See, my father and I haven't had the best relationship. To be honest, we've not had a relationship. At all. We've only just started talking within the last few years, and even then it's only been a handful of conversations each year and we've probably only see each other once or twice a year as well. Running into him unexpectedly was a bit awkward, but only because we really don't know each other. I only know the man he used to be, not so much the man he is now. Frankly, I don't like the man he used to be, but I whole-heartedly respect the man he's become.

I really only want us to move beyond the past. And I know he wants to as well, because he's been making the effort I always wanted him to make.

I went to the scrapbook expo today with my friends, Anna and Deidra. After driving around a full parking lot, I ended up at the dirt lot across the street (I don't know who designed that place, but they didn't have parking in mind). The weather was nice, warm but a bit windy... and not too bad of a hike to the expo center.

Inside I felt like an alcoholic in a liquor store. I go often, but it never ceases to make me smile. Rows upon rows of booths full of stickers, paper and stamps, OH MY! And my alotted spending allowance went quickly, but not without something to show for it (Skull paper! Eee!).

My friends and I walked to a nearby restaurant for lunch, by this time the wind had picked up a bit and made Anna feel like Medusa with her hair blowing this way and that. However, after lunch the wind was much worse.

Remember being young (yeah, right) and going outside when it was super windy with an umbrella to see if you could fly? Or standing forward letting the wind keep you from falling on your face? It was that kind of wind. The kind where when you open your mouth you end up eating a dirt sandwich and it is the worst gritty feeling. Yeah, it was awesome. And at this point we decided to take off, to do so we had to walk back to the car. In the dirt lot. Which was eleventy-billion times worse. Dirt was blowing everywhere. A very big gust came crashing into us and assaulted all exposed skin with dirt and small rocks (poor Anna in a skirt).

Dirt in my eyes, all over my glasses, even in my purse. And after touching my face and hair and feeling the gritty residue, I decided I would need to take another shower just to get it off me. And I even found it in my ears. Ugh.

It was awful.

A shitty storm is definitely blowing in. Please don't let it be snow (again)!
(Sorry, there really was a point to this when I started writing, I guess I just lost it along the way.)

I figured I'd start with a few things about myself...

• I love to collect things. This is one of the few traits (hopefully) that I’ve inherited from my mother. Things = Tattoos, Faeries, Devil Duckies, Living Dead Dolls, Stars, Cherries, Fabric, etc. My husband would say that I also collect furniture, but I don’t categorize that as such.

• I am “Martha Stewart stuck in a punk girls’ body”, as quoted by a friend of mine. I’m super crafty.

• Crafty = I love quilting. I enjoy buying, cutting, and sewing fabric into numerous creations.

• Crafty also = I love scrapbooking. Mostly now that I have a kid, it’s much more exciting when the subject is someone other than myself.

• I don’t consider myself OCD, I would consider myself very particular about stuff and things.

• I don’t enjoy cooking. I just don’t have the attention span for it. Baking, I can do (once in a while)… set a timer and walk away.

• I heart shopping. There is nothing quite like retail therapy. I don’t even have to have something in mind, browsing until something catches my eye is always enough.

• I actually like my job, which I think is kind of a big deal. I don’t dread going in, sometimes the days seem too long, but mostly I like what I do. I like the people I work with. And I like using the analytical side of my brain once in a while.

• I am a total bookworm. I always have to be reading something, whether it sits on my nightstand and awaits my sleepy eyes, or captivates me so much so that I have a hard time putting it down, there is always a book.

• I love to be entertained, whether it be books, movies or just plain ol’ TV. I’m not exactly a “movie buff”, but I know what I like. As far as TV goes, when I find a show I like, I watch it until it dies (except ER, that show won’t die and I can’t stand to watch anymore).