Tuesday, January 19, 2010

I don't want to paint today.

I don't want to paint today.  Not motivated. Probably I'll just get on my stationary bike and pedal while watching Dr. Oz. 
I'm still waiting on my copywrite to come back on Hosseldorf so I start submitting to Literary agencies again.  I may have to get off my ass and look into it.  (I'm not the most motivated there either.  For those of you who are new here, I've been sending off copies of Hosseldorf for almost 8 years, minus the last two.  But sometimes I'm still a believer :)...).
And I don't know why I'm back here again today.  I don't have anything that interesting to say.  Some days you just hit a blank, whether you're writing or painting, or of course when someone asks you a question and you weren't really listening to begin with. 
I must try to be a better listener- I do work at it for sure.  The other day I listened to my mom talk about her cats for what must've been 45 minutes.  Her cat was angry over some sort of displacement or new sleeping arrangement, and she described to me in detail including the sounds the cat made.  She did it with kitty attitude, as well.  It looked at me sideways, and then it said, "Yeoww!!"  Ah, but of course, she did it with a French accent. 
The fact that I can remember my mothers story about her displaced cat may actually prove that I'm a pretty good listener.  (I hope my mother never finds my poor blog, lol.)
But don't quiz me on it.
so I haven't anything interesting for you today, just a block of my inner workings.  You too?
We should probably do something about it. 
I'm a firm believer that hot coffee can release some inner workings, but that's another subject... it's just hard for me to ignore such an obvious lead to potty humour.
I'm fruity that way. :D. 
The other day at the table, we were eating rotisserie chicken.
My little one started yelling, "Show me your bone!"  How can you not giggle at times like this?  You could say it shows my immaturity.  I can say that any opportunity that comes across where you can find that inner goofball and have a laugh should maybe not be missed.
You lose this part, the laughing you, as you get older.  Me too.  So maybe random phrases like Show Me Your Bone! come out of childrens mouths elbowed by little guides from the other side, to give you the chance to find a moment.  Because it only is a moment. 
So, Woody Harrelson has this documentary on the Terror's of Milk.  He has incredible points, and the mention of blood and pus in milk that has to be pasteurized and the cows are so ill does make me queasy.  He and his family are this dope smoking, ultra-vegan health folk (I'm not saying this in a negative way, it just factual.  Ask him yourself!)
So he's riding his bike and he's explaining health things you can eat and drink, and he's got all these kids, but that bad bad voice in my mind says,
       "Wouldn't you like to babysit those kids for a day?  And would you take them to sonic and feed them chili cheese dogs and Cream Pie Shakes?" 
It's Tom & Jerry and the lil angel tom & lil devil tom and not me at all.  There is obviously a cartoon cat on my shoulder. 
Today I'm praying for the Democrats in Massachusetts.  Please let them remain victorious, and I'm sure they have at least one angel watching out for them.  His name is Kennedy.
~have a sweet day~

Monday, January 18, 2010

Aol thinks i need a flat iron but...

Get Sleek hair with a new flat iron!
So you can have smooth sleek hair! 
but what if I want hair that's tangly and wild and I just don't care about being so sleek?  What if I want to not brush my hair for three days?  And incidentally, on those three days, perhaps I want to wear the same jeans everyday?  The ones that have been cut but not mended on the bottoms but are cosy and if I don't get paint on them or salsa they look relatively clean?
But you always get salsa on them.

Oh snap.  well let's say I don't eat mexican food for a week?
let's not.  Change your jeans.  brush your hair.  You have daughters, do you want them to have hair like cotton candy?


so sometimes there's a constant battle between me and a self defeating prophecy;
It's like a song with meaning that is so uncomplicated everyone already knows it.
It's the burned in our head,'If you can't say anything good, say nothing at all.'
Fear can drive you and put that phrase into being with actions replacing the words part.
It's Alfred E. Newman saying 'Why Bother?' but then you know
it's good that he bothered, because you remember his smiley face.
Albeit kooky or dorky he was smiling
& you remember it. 
Let's make a deal today, you don't say 'Why bother?'
& I'll try not too either. :)  

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Didn't think I'd resurface, did ya?

Hello all!
Hope everything's been going well! I know I'm a bad bad bad blogger. Bad. I've been away for far too long. What have I been up to all this time?
Well, I went to Barbados (I plan to write a detailed report as soon as I get it all mapped out in my head. ?)
I'm painting a 4 ft tall banana! :D
Sometimes you get this little voice in your head that says to do something, and I went with it. It's surprising how painting so much yellow can really perk you up. Due to the size, I may look to cheap galleries that may take my oddities on.
It's been quite the tundra here. Cold. I don't like the cold, so I find myself frequently drifting off to the land of cheap and free flowing rum punch. (Mentally, not literally. Literally I'm more of a coconut water kind of girl, but 'when in Bridgetown, you do as the Bajans do' and they have mastered the rum punch, baby!)
I've grown some bangs, which makes me very happy.
I've had a sore throat since I've been back to the US, and done the unthinkable- I Google it. Apparently I have a wicked case of either tetanus (cross your fingers I live through it) the teen whoreish mono (I'm an angel! Could my sweet man have visited an Asian spa? Yikes.) or tonsillitis. I have to repeat this once again, as I've said it before & I still agree with it-
However, if you came across this blog by googling Brain Aneurysm, keep reading. Whatever insight I've got from that has been hard to come by, and the number one thing is that fear of an unknown something is the worst part. Once that something has come and gone, you are uphill from there...as long as you think 'uphill.' Be happy.
I'll be back soon with a few pages on What Where to do things with kids in Barbados (including a lovely opinion on whether or not to travel with laxatives & what kind. Ha. No, seriously.)
much love, Kat