Inspirational, Magical, Whimsical Wednesday!!

cupped mushrooms

funky hand chairs

sweeeet art

miracles

speedos and crucifix's

antiquated love

Bali

and playful tree houses!



Madness of a Mother

My day in a nutshell: tiring, hilarious, emotional, and schizophrenic (the result of having children).   Record highs to crashing and burning in less than an hour.  River cries and laughs at me at the same time.  Israel does crazy flips and then pouts.  I cry and then laugh and then wish I could take a nap. 
Clean clean clean, the house is still a mess.  Oh well, there's always tomorrow.  River ate carrots for the first time.  Ridiculous mess and food up his nose.  Israel fed him (I think he aimed for his nostrils after that).  Pure sweetness. 
Orange puke.  New outfit and fighting sleep.  Mom being irrational.  Dad making things better.  Mom apologizing for being a jerk.  Sweet forgiveness.  Cuddles, hugs, prayers and sleep.  Good dreams await.  Tomorrow: awaken to rambunctious children and a husband (at work) that I long for ever so much.

Inspirational, Magical, Whimsical Wednesday!!

I thought it would be fun to dedicate one day of the week to share some of the things that excite and inspire me.  I come across many things that spark my creative flow or romance and rejuvenate me.  Some things are desires, while others are nonsensical and just make me laugh.  Above all, I hope you enjoy these pictures the way that I do!

 cool art nouveau door

 banyan trees

 the most romantic and perfect cottage ever!

 earthy cakes...yum

 mutton chops

 Indian textiles

relaxing on a hammock

 SUMO BABIES!! yay

and a pretty green vintage dress!



Dear Kitty in Heat

Dear Kitty in Heat,
  Nobody around here wants to hear your fiendish cries in the night, especially this sleep-deprived mama!  You should go back home, (and I know you have one because how else could a stray be so obese!?), and find a mate there.  The pretty kitty's upstairs want nothing to do with you...isn't it obvious?  
   I promise that if you stand outside of my window even ONCE more, I will throw something cold, wet, and  unpleasant on you just for THINKING about mewing.  Take yourself, your vile kitty thoughts, and banshee sounds somewhere else, they are not welcome here anymore!!!!!

Sincerely,
The Extremely Annoyed Neighbor with the BB Gun

Trading Sight for a Vision

  It began with headaches, nausea, the occasional burst of pain that felt like my eyes were doing jumping jacks inside of my skull.  All of these wonderful feelings accompanied the fact that I needed glasses.

  I made a doctors appointment.  Suffered through the drops that make your eyes the size of watermelons and as sensitive as a woman experiencing PMS.  Then, they proceeded to TRIPLE my vision with their magic drops from hell.  They said it was "necessary."  They saw something "questionable."  I think it was more for sport, but I had little proof outside of the slight giggle I heard on my way out when I missed the doorway.
  Given the unpleasant circumstances my eyes were now in, it was really fun to pick out frames. I had to stand about an inch away from the mirror to even see myself incoherently.  I was getting an even more furious eye ache from the strain of trying to focus in the mirror.  I saw a pair that looked decent (they weren't really), so I chose them.  A few weeks later, sporting my PURPLE frames, I realized that these glasses were not working out.
  I went back to the Optometrist to voice my complaints.  Not only did I still have headaches, my vision wasn't improving one bit, and I felt like I was constantly walking on a slightly uphill treadmill.  Not fun!
  The doctor  then proceeded to tell me that I must give it more time.  Two weeks to be exact.  Like two days wasn't adequate time?  Discouraged, I decided to wear them, as instructed, regardless of how many times I wanted to throw up or got laughed at for walking like I had scuba fins on.
  And then something amazing happened!  Within those next few weeks, the feeling of vomit rising began to give way.  The nausea, headaches, and cross-eyed feeling when I read, were gone.  I could see now with ease and clarity! 
  Did I really buy PURPLE glasses!?
  The way I viewed things was erroneous, I needed help to see what my eyes couldn't see on their own.  And when that help came, it took awhile for my eyes to adjust to seeing correctly what I had perceived wrongly for so long.  The accuracy, the truth, was what seemed  contorted, disillusioned, and just plain wrong.  Sometimes getting our sight corrected can be uncomfortable to say the least, but when it's all said and done, we find that we have traded mere sight for a vision.  And the view is breathtaking!