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Friday, April 15, 2011

like an old, tired car i need a push. i can get going once that happens. i hope. the wind is kicking up something fierce here which makes for perfect allergy transference. darn wind. I cough, i hack, i wheeze and then i wheeze some more and i get so, so, so tired. i'm awake, and have been but i'm not AWAKE.

and it is going to be a purty day. the mister is home, the birdies are out, i got myself into a dress and am not hating it but the feet are dragging, the eyes are sleepy, the head is stuffy and the ears (or, ear. my right ear specifically) are throbbing. aren't i fun to be around? it would be lovely to take a bike ride but for the wind and the pollen. i'm really NOT a fan of the pollen. in fact, i am downright fearful of the pollen. once it gets in, there is no escape.

so what do i do? i have MUCH to do for something up-and-coming-and-super-top-secret right now. i suppose i should get to that or should i attach myself to the inhaler and curl up with a reread so i can be ready for this book when my turn in the library queue pops up or should i declare today a lazy day and curl up with a smoothie, the inhaler and watch this?

i think i will get to at least one of things from my up-and-coming-super-top-secret project and then check in with the mister to see what he wants to do. our original plan was to adventure out before the sun for a two hour drive but the temps where we were planning to head to were a bit too chilly for us (southern california natives). we do need to look for a place to live, there is that. i hate looking at rentals. ick. this is such a disorganized post. double ick. i keeping yawning. sigh. at least i was productive yesterday working on things for my up-and-coming-super-top-secret project.

okay, i have decided. i will work on one thing for my uacssp, call a listing or two, have lunch with the mister and make plans for a sunset adventure. tomorrow we will tackle a bike-ride as long as the mister's bike is working. he's working on it right now. and we will venture out into the little town for open house festivities of rodeos, livestock and free ice cream. there. it is done. phew!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

what song is in your head?

I've been keeping as busy as I can as the job hunt continues and no one seems to want me. I've pursued just about everything from office clerking, preschool teaching, shop working, merchandiser and grocery store bagger and at this point I'm beginning to think I am damaged goods. It makes me think a lot about perception and how we perceive ourselves so completely differently than those who do not know us and those who do. I'm always baffled by the response I get from friends who read this blog and think this or that about my mood or mental state. I am often left wondering, "Goodness, is THAT how I sound? Eesh!"

I've been reading a lot lately from various blogs about the purpose of blogging and the edited versions of our best selves. In all my honesty I can say that I don't edit. I'm who I am, the good, the bad, the nutty. I have upswings and downward spirals and panic attacks and laugh attacks. I blog when I am sad, moody, grumpy, happy, bored...you name it. The only editing I do is probably the not-posting yet another cranky mood as it seems I'm quite particular and am quite tired of close friends telling me I am emotional and everyone knows this or that about me when truly, those weren't the songs in my head at the time.

Have I written about the songs in your head dealie-o? It was a group exercise from one of my infant development classes. Our professor had us stand in a circle facing in (and yes, there were eye rolls, mine included) and asked us to close our eyes and think of our most favorite dancing song. She asked us to imagine ourselves dancing and so I did**, along with the rest of the class and I could tell because I could hear some folks jig a little. After a moment or so, she had us open our eyes and turn to someone standing next to else and tell them the song THEY were dancing to. What? Huh? We all stood there completely befuddled. And that was the point! She said that no matter how well you know someone, no matter how much you common you may have, even if they are your children, parents, siblings or spouse, at any given moment, you most probably do not know the song in their head, even when yo uare both dancing. I was floored! I was astounded! She was completely correct. It became my mantra that week as I am certain my friends will tell you. I couldn't talk about it enough. So now, when mister and I are in a mood. Or when we're reaching the peak of persnicketiness or other somesuch chaos, one of us may ask "What song is in your head?" We use it as a tool to simply gauge how the other is feeling. Usually, when I ask this, I think of a song that matches the mood I think the mister is in and if he answers along the same lines then I know how he might be feeling.

When I am grumping about something I may remind myself that I do not know what song so and so is dancing to and they in turn do not know mine. But still this vast world of blogging allows for much to be misconstrued and I'm not a fan of being misconstrued but I suppose I have to take the good with the not-so-good. I'm trying and fumbling greatly and doing everything I can to make this little blog grow into something that will put food on the table. Any ideas? I'm grasping, grasping, grasping away. Writing for this site or that site and trying to merit out the paying gigs which appear to hire the same six or so people. What's a moody girl to do? I suppose there is nothing else really but to keep trying, keep pushing, keep writing and to keep dancing.

So, what song is in your head?

**I was dancing to this song.

Monday, April 11, 2011

shop update: vintage linen love bunnies

happy bunny blanks for you to enjoy as is or for your kiddos to paint up as they will. each bunny front is made from a neutral faux linen, muslin or denim and backed by a happy bit of vintage bed linens. they're in the shop now! hurry, Easter is just around the corner!