Flipping Tired

but I keep on painting.


I feel like I'm in a game of Frogger where I keep jumping, dodging and narrowly missing catastrophe at every turn but I'm not letting it stop me from painting. If I believed in fate I'd think something was trying to test me and keep me from getting the work done for my arts shows. Anything and everything has been happening and I keep thinking I'm getting to the end just for something else to start.

Having 3 sons is a lot to do with that right now. Teenagers are a handfull and not in any of the ways you'd expect.

It's just life. Life is happening and I need to keep up lest be run over.

Teenagers

It's 3:30 in the afternoon and I leave the house walking.

A few blocks over from my house I hear some loud voices from the end of the street. One of the voices sounds familiar. I see a pack of teenagers happily chatting and walking down the sidewalk. I see a woman walk down the street obviously nervous about passing the loud group. She crosses the street. I cross the street too...

...heading straight toward the boisterous pack. They see me and suddenly disperse with one of them hiding behind a parked car. I lock eyes with the nervous looking ones that haven't hidden fast enough from me. I keep heading towards them, not breaking my gate. As I get closer, the hiding teenager pops back out at just the wrong moment.

I have him! I spread my arms wide as he tries to dart around me but there is no escape! I grab him in a big bear hug that last just long enough to be totally embarrassing. I then proceed to hug his girlfriend and one unsuspecting 'deer in the headlights' looking guy. The rest manage to escape unscathed.

It's all in a days work parenting teenagers. If I wasn't embarrassing them then I wouldn't be doing my job.

Happy Post Easter!

Or, Happy Easter Post.I had such a fantastic day! I found out at the last minute that my 12 year old had to be home and that Easter morning had to be exactly the same as usual.

As a mom, I knew where that desperation was coming from. We've had a traumatizing two years and he wants to reclaim them back somehow. His way was having Easter EXACTLY the same. So I thought, "Sure". I'm up for that.

I drove out of town to pick him up because he was visiting my mother. I also hunted through Superstore to find all the same things as usual. This was tough because my memory is crap right now.

I also bought things for an Easter egg hunt because the one we've always gone to at my grandmothers was canceled. When I went to pay it was $121! I acted all smooth like it was no problem but really, that's the last of our money for the month.

I set my alarm for 5:00am so I could hide his basket and some eggs, like usual. I knew I'd be wrecked from doing it but sometimes thing must be done. He woke up in the morning and didn't wake me up! How fab! So I felt not too bad when I got out of bed.

My oldest son showed up with three friends for the afternoon egg hunt. There's nothing cuter than teenagers who are trying to maintain their "cool" status but are dying to run around the yard for eggs.

I love them. Especially my son who has his boxers sticking out of his pants.

The day was beautiful but completely stormed after the hunt. The wind whipped up in a frenzy and the rain poured and eventually snowed. It was, in conclusion, the perfect day.

And the SuperUltimateUberWickedCool thing that happened was finding this mutant mini egg. I have been eating mini eggs for 20 years and have never found an egg such as this.

I'm pretty sure in some cultures, mutant mini eggs are a sign of good fortune.