Currently Listening Arriving By Chris Tomlin Indescribable, How Great is Our God see related

This is Linda's Month

I've got partially dried glue on one hand, gold ink smeared on the other, red palette nonpareils swirling around like skateboards on my chair... just waiting for some love-day sample projects to dry.  J'adore youth ministry, and am so tickled that I'm back knee-deep in shepherding (or more aptly, trying not to corrupt) high school girls.  We conclude each gathering with an artsy fartsy bang, hence the preliminary samples; a great outlet for all this pent-up desire to create trifles that'll elicit a sparkly aura, but ephermerally mist away.

I love peeling away dried Elmer's from my appendages.  Such a feeling of satisfaction as you watch an imprint of your skin appear - trying to keep it in one entity was such a challenge.  And then there's always a boy or two in each class that would roll it up and pretend they were boogers and terrorize the prim girls.

When was the last epiphany anyone had?  Lately, people seem to have such eloquence about their parents.  Mine isn't as deep... me heart buttons.  Bought a mixed bag, and sorting through them brought such contentment; being an artist at heart, I love color, shape, textures and watching the scalloped vermillions swirl around with the hexagonal gray teals... indescribable.  Dipping a hand in the cool mixture elicits a cheerful concerto of silvery clicks, a kaleidoscope of potential permutations wafting through my universe of one.

P.S.  Somebody buy me a baby grand.

Currently Listening B in the Mix: the Remixes By Britney Spears see related

Cat Haiku

The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point,
Contains no tuna.

So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer. 

There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.

Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.

Your mouth is moving
Up and down, emitting noise. 
I've lost interest.
 
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.

I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
 
Toy mice, dancing yarn,
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced -
You're an idiot.

Currently Reading Middlesex: A Novel By Jeffrey Eugenides see related

Wouldn't You Like To Know What It Says

Currently Reading Bel Canto (P.S.) By Ann Patchett see related

Fa La La La La

What a tumultuous week we spent in our beloved, sparkly city. There's no place like home!

Highlights:

• Our nephew, Matthew, was born a month early, just in time for us to see his tres adorable face and dustspeck fingernails. He looks like a GloWorm all bundled up... I was waiting for him to be unsupervised so I can bite his bitty cheeks and blame it on the great-grandparents. I guess I'll have to wait until next time.
• I snickered so much making fun of my jister's friends at Disneyland (but they didn't know I was jesting - I think that's the best part.).
• THE FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD (but dangnabit we didn't have time to squeeze in Versailles)
• Family and Friends. Sniffle.
  
  
  I get in a consternation trance whenever I think about women giving birth. Way to go, Claire!
  
  
  Wow, this picture never fails to crack me up.
  
  
  Our annual ghetto-fabulous Denny's gathering where we order appetizers and desserts galore (can you believe she got that jacket at Arden B. for $31? I really miss SoCal shoppingsicles...)
  
  
  Passing time on the curb in Balboa Park, waiting for Christine (who was getting her picture drawn by this off-kilter British fellow). Linders laughed so much, the guy kept calling her the "happy pill" one.