One Venti half-caff sugar-free vanilla soy latte, please.
Recently I’ve renewed my love affair with graphics. After going through a long period of wondering about changing careers when the time comes to work again, I think maybe I’ll just jump back into the design game. At least that’s what I think for this five minutes. I’ve been working on logos/business identities/websites for a few friends, and am going to design some wedding invitations as well– and I’ve been loving it. It’s interesting to see how my design sensibilities have changed over time, and how being a surfing junkie has altered the way I approach building a website. Part of the equation may be that I’m a bit older and by now I know that some things just work better than others. It doesn’t really matter what it is… but it’s good to feel excited about graphics again.
OH! On Friday I got to see the Vagina Monologues in Fort Worth with Katie. It was a wonderful performance– inspiring, emotional, energetic, funny. I loved it. Very powerful. I hope it’s still around when my boys are older– it’s something I will want them to see.
Soooooo behind on email, replies, posts, photos… my digital life has run off and left me in the dust.
There was a fabulous thunderstorm last night, and we lost power for about an hour and a half. The silence was so… peaceful. The buzz of the hard drives, the fans, the this, the that, the everything is so much heavier than I realized; I guess you just get used to it. We lit a few candles and just sat in the quiet. It was nice. Then the power came back on so we went to bed.
I’ve been working on a painting. Is it silly that I don’t want to jinx it by writing about it?
The altered book is at a standstill because inspiration hasn’t smacked me yet for my next layout. I refuse to skip ahead (stubbornness at its very best) and so am stuck waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Josh just informed me that the way to become rich is to become a celebrity. So yeah, any suggestions on how to go about that? TIA.
I want a magical pair of jeans that won’t grow two sizes after they’ve been worn 20 minutes. Why can’t they stay the size they are when they come out of the dryer? At this rate, suspenders loom on my fashion horizon. Wait. I just used the word ’suspenders’ in the same sentence with ‘fashion’ — somewhere, a fashionista is dying a slow and painful death. My apologies.
On Jess’s recommendation, I read a book by Anita Shreve: Seaglass. It was a quick read– maybe four hours? She writes very smoothly and I was sad when the book ended. Despite the nice ‘closing’ of the story, there’s so much more I want to know. Where do these people end up? What happens next? I’ve been spoiled by The Dark Tower and it’s ever-continuing story line (though I am still sad that Roland’s story is done, too).
Speaking of Jess, we went out for lunch yesterday! Josh had Monday off due to the ridiculous number of hours he worked last week, so he watched the boys while I went out. It was wonderful to have real conversation without kids climbing on me… exactly what I needed. I wish there were more opportunities for lunches like that.
Time to coax the boys out of the playroom so we can eat lunch and get Max to prechool… such a glamourous life I lead!
Fear has a new definition: caffeinated Khai. I dropped two chocolate-covered coffee beans on the floor, and he got to them before I did. :o This should be an interesting morning.
Update: he actually took an almost-2-hour nap. Perhaps I should caffeinate him more often…
This week has been a blur. Being sick makes it so hard to be a mommy– the boys are sick too, so everyone is kind of cranky. It has been five days now since I’ve had any energy, and the toys covering my living room are proof of that. At this point I don’t even care…. I just want SLEEP. Max & Khai aren’t sleeping well, which means I don’t sleep well, either. Fortunately, I think we’re on the upswing; Max isn’t coughing as much today and might even get to go to school tomorrow.
What I’d really like is a massage and a warm bath to eradicate the body aches, then some hot tea before snuggling up in my soft, cozy bed. MMMmMmM.
My kids are loud. Really loud. They like to be loud when I’m on the phone, and follow me around with their loudness. I try to hide from them so I can do things like hear, think, and follow a conversation– but they find me and scream some more. SOMEDAY, I might be able to have a complete thought again and maybe, perhaps, hold an entire intelligible conversation on the phone. Maybe.
Sorry, Dad. I’ll have to start calling at 1am. They’re usually asleep then.
I just found a *red* hair growing on my head. I’ve found plenty of grey hairs, and of course have thousands of the brown variety, but this is the first RED I’ve seen. I don’t get it.
The site seems to be in order now after a couple hours of fixing and checking and fixing and checking. Josh upgraded Greymatter for me since I was too lazy to do it mysef, and even backed everything up first! Thank you, Mr. FixIt. =)
Things are a bit broken, and might not be pretty for a while since my computer time is sporadic. Really, I should plan these things better…