What a couple of days! The "big" school year-end pool party we throw every year turned out pretty small. The last two years, cool weather caused some kids to hold back in the belief that it might rain. This time we moved our party to a nice, hot weekend, but I think the fact that it was on a holiday weekend hurt us. Of the 35 kids invited, only two had the manners to call and RSVP as the invitation required. My charming son insisted that at least 19 told him they were coming, but only about ten showed. Those ten included two that told me personally they were not going to be able to make it. Has the world lost its collective mind and forgotten the purpose of RSVP'ing? We had soooo many hamburgers, hot dogs and unopened bags of chips in the house. It won't go to waste with two teens coming to visit for a week, but it's not a good thing for a hungry woman on Weight Watchers to have to face. Ack!
My weigh-in this morning was not happy. I'm up a little over a pound. I thought I'd been so good, then remembered last weekend and the trip to a restaurant without thinking enough about all I ate and drank. Whoops.
Add to my hunger the not-so-fun and sometimes daily grind of being the mother to attitude-on-legs. Sometimes I can blow it off, and other days I find myself wanting to whack that boy upside the head, but of course I don't. I shouldn't say of course. I really, really wanted to at least whip out the air horn and just blast it until I felt better and his ears were ringing. Everyone says this ungrateful, eyeball rolling, gasping and wheezing attitude on his part is normal, but it doesn't make me any less cranky. Fuss, fuss, fuss. I'm going to get it out of my system and then let it go.
I grump, then delete, grump, then backspace...I think it's time to put away the keyboard and snap out of it.
One more harrumph for the road. ;-)
July 3, 2011
July 1, 2011
Drawing Blind
Well THIS has been an amusing exercise! So I've been doing the daily exercises in my drawing lab book, one of which was the blind contour drawing of a giraffe. Guffaw. That's no giraffe! Next I tried the same technique drawing a cow. It's as goofy as the "giraffe." Looking for some sign of hope that this could improve, I immediately go to my expert Debbie who, in her always wonderfully cheerful and glass overflowing attitude, encourages me to keep at it and have fun. Time to whip out the pen and sketchbook.
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