I’ve been using myspace to blog this year and while it *is* a blogging tool, it really isn’t. Aside from my caretaking responsibilities and being a SAHM, I’ve also started two key projects that I promised myself I’d write about. So, for those of you who followed me here from myspace, thank you. If you see some re-written stuff please stay with me while I write through the gardening and remodeling adventures from a new angle. Thanks.
This was my blog from May – revisiting a promise I’d made to myself. I’m learning – Thelma told me not to parrot, I read somewhere “don’t be a spiritual bulemic”, and Carol and friends taught me about aim. Juggling all of those have given me writers block. The good news though – the fog is lifting and even though my writing has been in my journal and not here – it is getting better and once I take the time to edit before I put it up, the results will be worth it.
May 31, 2008
You know, I’d promised myself that I was going to take more time in my writing, and stop this off the cuff stuff and really write again. I haven’t done it. I also promised I’d lose weight, get organized, quite smoking (fat chance), be well… more like Donna Reed (fatter chance) and edit my blogs before I publish them to check for typos.
To those to young to know or care who Donna Reed is… think Martha Stewart minus the OCD. Donna Reed was one of those wonder moms on TV, always looked nice, always had the right things to say, her kids never swore at her or any of that. Donna was cool. I’m not Donna – I’m a cross between Erma Bombeck and Rosanne Barr – only better looking.
Anyway – this is one of those, I’m writing to write days.
My garden gave me the beautiful gift of a climbing rosebush in bloom. I have over a dozen roses ready to pop at any moment. A few already have and they are the most beautiful shade of salmon pink I can imagine. I love it. That makes up for my now completely dead front rose garden – it seems I moved four roses bushes that were contaminated with FireBlight and well, killed the whole kaboodle. oh well. At least I have my climber.
I wrote a beautiful rant today about tag ripping and so called signature tag artists who take our work off of photobucket – remove our watermarks, copyrights and licences and have the nerve to add their name to it. It was great, and it’s lost in cyber space… guess myspace wasn’t in a rant allowing mood today.
I love being a jewlery artist (A PAID ONE NOW BTW _ THAT MAKES ME OFFICIAL W00T!) – I love learning how to create signature tags and work with commisioned artists and I love keeping the laws and rules surrounding thier work.
Why? Beacuse I want people to do the same with me, and with my husband (Song writer / Singer) – It’s just stealing otherwise. Artists work hard to create their work – we spend hours on our stuff – a piece of our souls goes into everything we create.
Even when I did comedy – I tried really hard not to be a hack – (Someone who steals and uses other people’s jokes) and did my own. I’ve written jokes on here from time to time – but I always gave credit. It’s the right thing to do.
I’ve learned a ton in the last few years – studying comedy, working on my art, planting a garden that I really hope doesn’t die, and trying to write. I like some things enough to keep at it like jewelry design (I’m getting really good), I like some things enough to simply watch – like stand up – laughing at a joke is waaaay more fun to me than telling one.
I also learned a few weeks ago that I do not HAVE to pray with everyone who offers to pray with me. Someone wanted to pray with me and jeff and in her prayers asked God to return the love to our marriage. I almost smacked her.
There are good prayers – and there are mean prayers… to pray something like THAT uninvited with no real knowledge of the relationship or the people is just wrong. Her pray implied that love had left, which is far from the case.
And I learned that the pain caused by my people pleasing – (makeing myself smile and not hit her) far exceeded anything I would have experienced had I simply spoken up and said “WOW, that was out of line.” Why? Because I would have gotten it out that minute and not still harboring it three weeks later. That’s why. People pleasing silence leads to poisonous resentment in me.
And on an up note, I learned I really do not want to witness my son’s root canals ever again. (He’s 15 with his first real cavity and it needed a root canal, poor guy) They brought me in yesterday for moral support. I found him laying on a vibrating chair, with nitrous oxide (laughing gas) and cartoons to watch over head. He was fine.
Me? They stuck me in the corner in a straightback chair with no sedation (yeah make a mom watch someone drill in her kids mouth and not sedate her – smart move doc!) and nothing to watch but my son so that I could pounce on Mr Endonstist the minute my son shows any pain whatsoever. He didn’t and I got bored. The doctor had fun watching me curl up in the fetal postion and hide my face from time to time though – I was little queazy. Yep – that was a fun way to spend two hours.
Gotta go.. my peanutbutter chocolate chunk supreme frozen cookie dough is here. I know Donna Reed would have made her cookies from scratch. But hey, at least I’m making cookies for boys! It’s a start.