Refuse to go online in case there are spoilers regarding the game.
Then I had the brilliant thought of, “We could still watch football!” Only to remember, the Packers/Bears scores would be shown atop whatever game is on. *sigh*
SO! We’re having an intermission. Until 1, when everyone else knows the outcome of the game, and we have to watch it on Game Pass when the game ends.
I put a pizza in the oven, you could have a piece if you were here.
An hour into the 3 FREAKING HOUR ‘intermission’ – I decided to take some photos. This was after more pacing and cleaning the toilet.
Here you go – my ‘No Packers Game Must Fill Time Photos’
Such a let down this morning was – like ‘Wishful Makeuping’ remember that from Pretty in Pink?
Getting all excited about something – and then it doesn’t turn out the way you want.
Which, let’s face it. IS usually the case. Life is full of ‘Wishful Makeuping’ and then something else happens instead. (Although, Blaine DID show up for that date – much to the horror of Duckie.)
Got to always be prepared to either, A) Sit in your makeup and outfit you picked out or B) Wash your face and roll with it.
I rolled with it. We found a solution, albeit, not on our hoped for timeline, but, photos were taken, art is being drawn right this second out in the sunshine by my honey – and life is good.
Sometimes what we want is trumped by what we need. And when that happens, it’s pretty amazing.
We can wait.
The final three. What innovation. Congrats to all for getting to the final round. Of course, HERE, I’m going to ask you to cast your vote for James Foster. My artist. My best friend. My future husband.
My honey is a part of a new reality blog thing!
It’s like ‘Survivor’ but for blog entries – people WILL be voted off of the blog island.
Then come back!!!
The longer he stays, the more he gets to write and share his art – and the the better his chances of being seen as the amazing artist he is.
Which, you can see HERE
If you comment in favor of James D. Foster – I would be forever grateful. Be sure to SCROLL down until you see his name and his 4 paragraphs about Life.
Also, the man behind the curtain, is The Public Blogger (See Here) who gives artists of all genres an opportunity to show their stuff, which, I find amazing.
SO VOTE PEOPLE! This is new, and fun and innovative! And of course, I don’t want my honey to have to put out his torch.
“the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).”
First of all, a shout out to WORDPRESS for being VERY unavaiable when I tried to sign in on my computer. I not only GOOGLED customer service, but tried ‘HELP!’ and eventually tried the entire internet for a legit phone number to help me log in! I’ve been a customer for over 4 years!
Back to the artist.
Here he is – in all his glory, and all my pride – and I hope, artistic measure.
Artist with pencil. But, how amazing is it that I get to capture THAT in his hand?
Then these …
Why? Why am I hangin’ hopes on this artist?
Because I love that he hates every picture except one. I love that he puts EVERY wrinkle into every bum – I love that he draws dots on ‘cartoon’ wonder bread. I love that he’s so freaking authentic that he makes my heart burst.
I love ‘cartoons’. I love animated shows. But, what Jim does? It’s an artistic rendering of life LIVED. And I love that. Love it.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
I will be 46. (I actually had to do the math today on a calculator – I wasn’t sure if I was going to be 46 or 47 … any of you forget too?)
*TANGENT* I’ve written a couple of posts that I deleted – because they contained photos I thought were beautiful, but they WERE me in various states of undress. Artistic though – no boobs or privates. I deleted them because I try to keep this site at least rated ‘PG’ – but I’m posting these pics now – and NOT deleting because at 45, almost 46, I should have confidence. I should document myself before I sag, and I should trust that those of you reading this, are READING because you like the written word and probably have some tolerance and admiration for self-expression. I need to trust this. So here we go. The photos I posted, then woke up and thought “FUCK! That’s TOO X-rated for my site!” When they’re SO not.
I’ve never been one of those chicks that have multiple ’29th’ birthdays, refusing to hit their 30’s – or have ever lied about my age. Ok – to be fair, I DID age myself in my handwritten English passport when I was 20 to be able to accompany my English friend to a bar.
But then before I traveled again, I had to get a freaking new passport.
SO I was asked today: “Are you excited about your birthday?”
And honestly, for me at least, the older I get the less excited I get.
I’m just surprised and grateful to be alive after all the debauchery in my 20’s. I seriously, SERIOUSLY did NOT see me making it to 40.
Although, two things consistently happen on that ‘special’ day.
1. I wake up and have that momentary “It’s my birthday!” thought.
2. I want to look pretty for the day.
So when I took my quick-lunch and headed to Ross with a $9 limit (in my head) for a new dress – I was happy to leave the store with a $7.49 clearance outfit that will give me that ‘new outfit feeling.’
That feeling is so funny isn’t it?
Unless people see you week after week in the same stuff, if you’re wearing something new, no one else knows it, yet – you carry yourself differently. LOL!
Anyway – back to being an adult and not thinking I’d make it there.
I was a VERY good girl in my youth. I was. And when I hit my 20’s, I guess I felt like I had to make up for lost time.
I dated some bad boys.
I became the epicenter of some very bad things.
I recall one night, at a warehouse rave that even cops would enter, see the debauchery and decide, “Um, yeah – no – we’re not getting into this” when I had tried Ecstasy for the first and only time.
I was in the VIP room – my boyfriend at the time was DJing the event.
We were in a circle just chatting.
When everyone suddenly hushed. Now, I’m feeling good. And enjoying the moment and keep talking.
I noticed the look on everyone elses faces … and look up.
And there is a gun.
To my head.
What I hadn’t noticed, was that the host of the party, was sitting on the ground, execution style (on his knees, hands behind head) with another gun to HIS head.
They asked us to remove all jewelry and were taking the money the host charged to get into the event.
The first words out of my mouth??
“You just ruined my high.”
These were crazy times. Bonkers days that rolled into nights and back into days and “Shall we go get breakfast?” as we squinted at the sun.
There was retaliation that night.
And shortly after – a friend of ours was tortured and killed.
And I know who was behind it – and for the life of me – or for his life, I cannot remember his name.
And I’m sorry for that.
And I’m sorry that I was a part of that world.
I was also given a knife and much trust in watching the door for other raves – taking money in a city RIDDLED with gang activity.
Me?! The innocent British girl who was still playing with Barbies until 16?
So, you can see – that my 46th birthday was not anticipated.
I can thank my son for that.
But I do think back – and I look at my life today – and I think, anyone can change.
I don’t see hopelessness where others do.
I don’t see losers where others do – because ‘losers’ are a state of mind – or a stage of life.
I STILL see SUCH good.
And so tomorrow – I will be SO grateful to have reached 46. FORTY FREAKING SIX! With a healthy, loving, talented son and an amazing, talented, beautiful fiance – and embrace my years.