. . . my NEW TEETH! (The teeth. Just focus on the teeth. It'll be years before I'll have enough money to fix the rest of that mess there.) Pretty, huh? And not at all outrageous (like Ross on Friends -- that was my big fear). Very natural. Next Thursday I go back for the permanent crown on my front tooth. Yippee!!! For now I'm eating very carefully so as not to dislodge my temp. And because my teeth are CRAZY sensitive from the whitening. Like, seriously, OUCH!! Who knew?!
Option 1: To me this says classy, artsy, pretty. I love it. It's the direction I'm kind of currently headed, I think. But I don't know if it's really speaks to what I do. Brent says, and don't let this influence your opinion, that when he sees this design he thinks more of faux finishes than murals. Ick! That is NOT what I want to do.
Option 2: A different take on what I do. A (very) little bit edgier. And I love it, too! What is graffiti anyways besides painting on walls?! And the "Suburban" aspect makes it softer . . . kinder . . . friendlier. And the best response I've received to date is to my graffiti murals. Not that I want to be known for that. Or do I? (Obviously I would change the name of my design blog to match if I went with this option. I wasn't thinking this afternoon.)
So . . . if you needed a mural painted, which Amy G would get your business? I expect EVERYONE who reads this post to leave a comment. No holds barred. Love one, hate the other? Cool! Love the concept, hate the execution? Cool! Got a better idea? Cool (and I flippin' love you)! Hate 'em both? Cool! I'm a big girl. I can take it. I just can't decide on my own.
(P.S. Kristen, I'll always be at least one step behind you in the kitchen.)
Thank you also for noticing my child wasn't in class several days last week and for your concern about her being able to keep up with the curriculum. Thank you for going out of your way to send all of her text books home with her little brother. Thank you, really. But please forgive me if she returns to school today with only a fraction of the work done. I really didn't think about how much work there would be until I saw it. And, you see, the past few days have been difficult around here. Sick kids (who were really just rashy, bored and stir-crazy), juggling schedules to meet all of our commitments without leaving said children home alone, and my complete incompetence as a "substitute teacher" have left us with a stack of unfinished assignments. Please know that we will continue to work extra every day to catch up, but it may take a bit of time. My daughter is a bright girl, but all the drudgery of homework without the pleasure of social interaction has left her rather . . . under-motivated. Forgive us. And thanks again.
Also, today I finally got out of the house. Brent let me help chaperon Riley's field trip to the farm this morning while he took the others to the doctor. It felt fantastic to be out in the open, breathing fresh farm air (crop farm, not animal farm) and feeling the warm sun on my face. I feel like a new woman.
Lastly, today I gave my two weeks notice at my gym job. That was a difficult decision to make because I really have enjoyed the past four years there. I like all of my co-workers and even some of the children. However, between my family responsibilities (ahem, sick kids), church responsibilities, and painting, I just felt like I was spreading myself too thin. I haven't been to work in three weeks and in the next few months I'm going to be needing a ton of time off again. I finally decided that it just wasn't fair to make everyone else pick up my slack any more. I was nervous about it at first, wondering if I was doing the right thing or the selfish thing. Tonight I feel good about it. Really good. Perhaps that's the farm air talking . . .
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! Calgon, take me away! I spent yesterday evening changing the sheets on every bed, opening every window and Lysol-ing every surface. Be gone foul germs! I missed my family while I was in Colorado, but come on. I just want a little of my freedom back.
With this post I am declaring to the universe and all who care to listen that I am what I am and that's OK. I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me!
(Also, I got a fun new scanner that I want to play with tonight.)
Plus, I took the liberty of picking and choosing the "me" I want you all to see.
The early years.
And the latter years. Yeah, I don't know what was up with the long black hair. Or the kooky curls in high school. Why did no one stop me? I don't blame any of you, but come on . . .
Truly one of the most beautiful sights in my day-to-day life. I adore ribbon. And over sized glass jars. Together they make a heavenly combination.
The inside of the door.
(Oops. I really need to call that guy who gave me that business card. That's good for another couple hundred dollars worth of work.)
All the closet still lacks (besides about 600 square feet of usable space) is beautiful brushed nickel hooks so I can hang up my sweet retro painting aprons.
Anyway, it's good to be me these days.
("Mostly I am pleasant. Mostly I am good. I answer you politely just as you say I should. Yes, mostly I am perfect. You won't hear me complain. But after so much sunshine we need a little rain. Bah-dum-dum-dum-dum. I like to fuss. I like to moan. I like to stand on my chair and say leave me alone. Don't bother me. ". . .)
Demonstrating his "kick flip" and other awesome stunts. After deciding that hip hop dancing by himself was a little too much for his courage to handle this year.
I've posted pictures of my murals on my design blog for all to see. Just click the crown link-y thing on the side bar that says "Click Here". Yeah, I'm wicked technical like that.
So, I've had a lot going on these past few weeks. We've had the Ward Primary Talent Show which my man emceed. Good times. Fun photos. I've also organized the most fabulous camp fundraiser in the history of camp fundraisers. In my humble opinion. The overall success of it remains to be seen, but we have earned nearly $900 of our $2500 goal in just the first day of taking orders. Expect posts and photos of all in the next few days. I've vowed to spend Spring Break catching up on my blogging. And to stop needing to blow my nose every ten seconds. And with this mediocre post under my belt, a glass of orange juice awaits.
Here's the good news. I'm totally rocking the murals. No paint on my clothes. Two of the four murals done, one canceled, one in progress. I should be done Thursday morning. Fingers crossed.
And a little more bad. I'm here until Saturday afternoon. I can't get over my feelings of guilt. I should be home with my kids. I shouldn't be here enjoying the beautiful hotel for which I'm not paying for one day longer than I absolutely have to. Will the owner (of the gym) think I conned him to get a free vacation?! Will he want to pay me less if I actually worked fewer hours than I planned even though I did the same amount of work?! AAAAHHHHHHHH! So, to settle my angst, I e-mailed the owner's assistant tonight and fully disclosed the situation to see what they want me to do. At least then, if they want me to stay, I can do so with a clear conscience. Mostly. I still miss my family.
Still totally unreal to me, but I am having fun. Not so much last night after a 12 hour work day, but today after a 10 hour sleep and only 8 hour work day. FUN!! I can't post pictures from the hotel computer, but rest assured, it is turning out fantastic. Just look at pictures of the treasure map in Carefree and imagine it with far superior monkeys. Yeah. That's what I've done so far. Way ahead of schedule. Hooray, because not finishing is not an option. Off to get dinner. . .