Rusty Hinges

I feel like I have rust in the hinges… When it comes to focusing long enough to wrIte a blog, I feel like the Tin Man from the “Wizard of Oz” before Dorothy finally found the oil can. I want to scream from the inside- “Dammit Bitch! It’s over there! Do it already!!!” My brain in constantly boiling with shit I should be doing: the to do list that mentally never ends. Of course it’s satisfying to scratch off one or two items- then that little voice in your brain adds six or seven more items to the bottom of the page… ARGH!!!

Like for instance- right now- in this moment: I am serenely calm knowing today is my 8th wedding anniversary to Hubby- my true love. To spare everyone of the mushie-mushie stuffs- I love him. I love him more than I could ever hope to describe with my rusty as hell writer skills. We’ve been thru us and downs but almost everyone morning I get to wake up next to him- sometimes groaning he’s hit the snooze alarm six times and it keeps chirping at us from his nightstand after eight minutes each time or sent the better part of the night farting on my leg- but then again- he wakes up next to my obnoxious morning breath and out of control swirl of platinum blonde hair and still loves me!

But wrapped around thought of happy Hubby love like a toxic spider web are the haunting reminders of what week this is. What anniversary is on Friday? The tattoo on my right forearm itches. They splashed images on the TV this morning of the towers wrapped in a ball of fire and I found myself shaking so hard I could barely hang onto the cup of yogurt in my hand that I was also sobbing into. I hate that I am still this scarred from it. This twisted version of PTSD that really only surfaces around this time of year, or god forbid during movies with crumbling buildings hurts. I have been fine the past couple years, but for whatever reason- this year is rough. I have plans of hanging out with one of my besties/models doing crafty stuffs and chilling out until I head off to hang with Hubby and his epic partner at the always fun Lowell Pink Arrow football game. Seeing thousands of people donning pink in support of breast cancer is beyond words! Promise to take pictures!! Will there no doubt be something done/said in honor of 9-11? Duh- most likely. Will I cry? Pretty sure that’ll happen- I just better wear waterproof everything!

Today I am hanging out at the house- Sienna, as you all know, isn’t a fan of thunderstorms and the predictions are sketchy at best as to when they will be arriving so here I stay with her. I casted five enormous leaves in concrete in the garage, blasting music and shaking my booty while doing so. I think later I will paint a few that I casted yesterday just for fun. I have sorted through a few photo shoots worth of pictures, am writing this here blog- wondering what I have forgotten to do??? My mental to do list is blurry to the point of needing reading glasses to read it.

(Enter my current train of thought- like an Amtrack teetering on the edge of the rails at 85 mph) I was going to post pictures… but what ones??? Where??? Did I put the laundry in the dryer? Why did I leave the butter out on the counter? I should probably take a shower… Monster? Do I have any here in the house?? Hmmm, let’s do a couple water color paintings- nah, wait till its stormy and you’re too chicken shit to have your computer turned on much less plugged in. Have I updated my day planner? Crafts day with Anne today got bumped till Thursday, is Mom coming over? Check the radar- ooohhh pretty rainbow storms… F*** are my truck windows open? No- dumbass, you didn’t go anywhere in it yesterday! I should really back my phone up onto my computer and get it charging. Seriously- should I shower before the storms roll in?? Sweet poop!!! I found a Monster in the fridge!!!  Shit- I should go get the trashcan from the curb before the storms come in (goes out gets trashcan, checks leaf castings, gets garbage out of truck, comes in the house- gets distracted by stinky vase of dead floors on the counter- dumps them in the trash, instantly regrets releasing the stank into the kitchen, lights incense, checks on piggies and dog sound asleep on the bed, grabs load of laundry from the dryer and puts it at the foot of the bed… What was I doing? Duh- backing up phone onto the laptop and writing a blog. Sits back down at computer)…

Holy Pope’s poop am I all over the damn place!!! Okay- breath…. Focus…. Finish the blog. Add some pretty pictures, post it…. Finish sorting images, check the weather, edit a little maybe?? Then shower and put away laundry. Paint a couple canvas’ and a few sheets of watercolor paper…

Sounds like a solid plan, yes?? 

Anyhoo- Que the pretty pictures!!!!

SWMCCC "Summer Weekend of Photography" 2015
Out Takes and for Real Pictures...
















By the time I modeled for a nano-second I had been named the Majestic Unicorn (Model) Mom - code name MUM, twas the hair I think....



First Sunrise Shoot ever.... TOTAL SUCCESS!!! And completely worth getting up at 4:30 in the morning and getting soaking wet by 8am...











Adorable Doggie Photos happened again....



Of course- I have photographed some amazing models recently!!!









Have done some great doodles...


Figured out how to do panoramas on my phone...
 

Grew some gorgeous garden flowers...

Recently became completely addicted to Baywatch again... Snap! That's on tonight for two hours!!!


And have been sanpping away random pretty shit with my phone...



However.... according to the radar... I need to drug the dog and take a shower.... Later ya'll!!!!










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