Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Wildflowers in January

Here was my yesterday:

Reach for tissue box while working
Throw out lower back

Robert: "Mommmmm!"
Me: "What do you need?" (i.e. This is the busiest day ever....WHAT DO YOU NEED?")
Robert: "Nothing. Just hugs."


Pick up kids
Read email with the Best News in the Land
Work through dinner
Report card ice cream


I don't think I've mentioned, but I officially signed with an agent a couple months ago and he's already got my nose to the grindstone.

The good news is, when I'm a little MIA over here, I'm still at least half-alive on my Facebook page, so if you can't bear a day without me (< THAT IS A RIDICULOUS JOKE) you can find me here and we'll gab.

Hey, in other news, who watched the Golden Globes Sunday night? We made it through half because we're fair-weathered. But I shared tweets, emails and voxes about all of the important details, including but not limited to:

* Patricia Arquette's hair is my hair's spirit animal. I felt bad that she had that one strand of limp bangs flopping around, but then I stopped feeling bad and instead felt a rush of warm solidarity. If Patty can rock flat hair WHILST WINNING A TROPHY then I don't feel so bad tooling around town that way.

* Salma Hayek went dressed for her Junior Prom, to fetching "Toddlers In Tiaras" effect.

* Lily Tomlin has the most compelling face on God's green earth, and only partly because it's synthetic. (Proof that sometimes, plastic surgery works to the advantage of the actress?)

* I've cast Kate Beckinsale in the role of Shannan Martin in the as-yet-untitled biopic featuring a set made entirely of gingham thrift-store cast-offs. "Something, something, Wonky, Swoony, Something." That's all I've got so far, but my instincts tell me it's going to be BIG.

If you're wondering about these pictures, it's just that when I look out my window, all I see is white and gray and thin, depressing plumes of smoke that eerily resemble my/Patty's bangs.

Also, that kid on the right? He's busy trying to dismantle my sanity again. It comes in waves.

So when I stumbled on these pictures I'd never gotten around to sharing, it seemed like just the thing I needed to stare at for a while. Maybe it'll help you, too. And if you have your doubts, notice both of Ruby's front teeth are missing and watch those doubts drift off to sea.

It's impossible to look at a child without front teeth and believe the universe is anything other than exactly right. Proven fact.

This is exactly how I want my soul to feel right now.

If God was Don Draper and I was Peggy and I had to show him the optimal positioning of my heart and psyche, I would haul this in and put it up on that big easel in his office. And I would smoke a cigarette while I did it.

In reality, I'm usually somewhere closer to this, which has its perks.

Gah. I love these small, youth-shaped people.
Stare with me a while at the above kid. He's purely awesome.  When he's smiling. When he's smiling but not talking about poop or butts.

See what a field of wildflowers will get you in the middle of January?
Your sanity. Peace on earth.

Last thing: my Becoming: The Unfolding of You video went up yesterday! I watched it again and I have to say, MY HANDS ARE LIKE THE GIANT, FLAPPING WINGS OF A CONDOR. But beside that, I talked a lot about my journey to realizing who God made me to be, and the video ends with the best example of God's impeccable timing EVER. I don't want to spoil the surprise. Just watch all the way to the end and I dare you not to smile until your cheeks cramp.

My creative video is all about thrifting. What. Yes, that's correct. I was told to talk about something creative, and it totally counts. See me live and in action at my local Goodwill store. 

Click here to register. It's not too late and it's free! There are three sets of videos each week and I have loved all I've seen so far. It's so much fun to sit and "chat" with women who tell the truth, you know?

Happy Tuesday!

ps - The rad T's on the kiddos came from one of my favorite shops, The House of Belonging. I want to own every single thing they create. In multiple. You will faint dead away at their wall art. Dead away!