Lately, what I love about these pieces is that they make up the whole.
GAG ME WITH A SPOON HOW TO
A whole new Motley crew will have to be taught how to drive.
GAG ME WITH A SPOON DRIVERS
The keys go in the same place as before – but the drivers have moved on to new residences.
The kitchen cabinets have changed colors, again, and Justin still loves me in spite of that. The pool house and pool remind me of the summer before we adopted Sam, I couldn’t wait to share our lives with the stranger… being knit together in someone else’s womb. And as I wandered about my house and the yard snapping photos of this and that for this blog post there was only so much my IPhone could capture or convey. In my next 44 years I will add to my resume: published author with Harvest House Publishers, a nomad who never moved from her current address, EVER AGAIN, painter, yogi, tightly wound, unwound wife and mom. Basically, 90% of me is made for comfort wear. Which brings me to another confession, I sometimes sleep in my yoga pants, so I talk to Katie in my jammies, and Camie isn’t an out of pajama persona either. Oddly enough, the IPhone didn’t recognize the word “Jordache.” I was going to change it to Gloria Vanderbilt, but I didn’t want to lie again. I am as sure of myself painting that painting as I was to wear purple leg warmers and Jordache jeans to the 6 th grade Sadie Hawkins.
Reid’s words fueling my brain and my perfected downward facing dog cheering on an inflated sense of self, I was primed to paint. But in my head, with the high levels of oxygen saturating every one of my cells and Katie M. Then I boldly professed that I would be painting it for my home this weekend. When my session was over, I asked her where she got it and when. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see it in a cheery yellow tint. Stop saying the “if only’s” and replacing them with the “I will’s.”Ī painting in her studio burned on my retina. Insert instead, the positive.Īs if a piece of Laffy-taffy, I let Camie move me about and instruct my thoughts to stop being so hard on me… and try and just relax. Greater at her command was the prompting to let go. As I inhaled deeply at her command, my lungs burned with the agony of newfound elasticity.Īpparently, it had been a month of Sundays since they were filled so efficiently. This is where the second person comes in. I want the order of a decorated house more than I want the silverware out of its wadding.Īnd as the wrapping comes off this and that, there are things I don’t want to let go of, and other things I never want to see again. Curtains are pressed and hung on fancy rods, yet there is hardly a dish unpacked. As I wander our new/old home, I hang pictures while tripping over boxes. Katie’s blog offers lots of the ebb and flow of the tightly wound wonder woman, which is how God designed me, and that which I haven’t known what to do with. And, soon my IPhone will replace “VOX” with “CB Radio.” But, I digress. Actually, I “VOX” with Katie, because she is in another state. I am usually in my pajamas when I talk to Katie. Katie has me looking closely at that which my inner dialogue has previously considered a flaw. I have two humans in my “out of my pajamas life” that have inspired me as of late. However, I find myself pondering the who I am with the who I was. Although, I was pretty righteous on wheels and my hair style made more sense back then. A device that has only swept the nation like its predecessor the Atari within the last 6 or so years, the IPhone thinks it knows me so well? If it does believe it is the 80’s, it will continue to replace words like “Similac Formula” with “Bonnie Bell Cherry Lip gloss” and “Federal Student Aid Application” with “Giorgio Armani Designer Imposter Perfume.”įurthermore, if my IPhone is time traveling back 1980-something, “OMG” will auto correct to “totally” and “Awesome” with “righteous” and “LOL” with “Gnarly.” When I send my grocery list to dear hubby, it will auto correct “diapers” with “AquaNET” and “Sprouted whole grain bread” with “Watermelon Hubba-Bubba.”Īnd I have no interest in going back to those places. As would tennis shoe roller skates, world champion roller derby, Space Invaders, Q-Bert, Tears for Fears, and Trans AM.Īlas, I moved on. I mean if, I had accomplished the dreams of “1984 Jami” the use of the word Atari might frequent the touch screen of my IPhone. My IPhone has been auto-correcting the word “stairs” with “Atari.”
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