1. When you don't know what to say, keep you mouth shut. Yesterday in the car, the kids were loud as ever and Robert and I can tune most stuff out. Well, then T opened his mouth and started singing a song he called "hairy balls". Robert and I looked at each other in horror, and then I finally realized that T was calling B a hair ball because they were fighting, and the words transformed themselves as the song went on. We didn't say anything because we thought that if he knew what we knew then he'd use it as amunition and in his comedy act at school. Don't think bad of me because I typed that.
2. I have gone back and forth on making several decisions this week. Now, a year ago, I could have had all the faith in myself to make a decision. So, today, the big difference is that I am putting faith in God to take care of it. We're moving to a new location on Main Street. I'd be lying if I said that I weren't scared. I am. I'd be lying if I said that I knew it was the right thing to do. I don't. But, things have been good for me and there is no confusion in it except the confusion that I make. Confusion= not God's will. No confusion= God's will
We're starting the new studio up in March or April and we'll offer kids' art classes and photography classes. We'll also feature local southern artists and New Orleans artists work. Everything from stationery, jewelry, frames, pottery. Can't wait. I really hate to tell folks this because like wildfire it'll spread and copycats will copy. Always happens. Never fails.
3. T is reading. I can't believe it. Now I can't spell things that I don't want him to hear. great.
4. Robert was ill at me yesterday. He was so mad that he folded all of the clothes. Here are my thoughts on that...apparently men have PSS- pre-superbowl stress. Well, maybe it's something else because the superbowl is once a year and he has it way more than that. Don't ask me why he got so mad. Don't know. Don't care as long as it got my laundry folded.
5. When tax money comes back, there is such a feeling of ahhhhhhhh that I get. Just to know that I can feed my child another meal (on plates bought at William-Sonoma, cooked with utensils bought there too, cooked while wearing a new outfit from Banana Republic and Ann Taylor, and shoes from wherever I can find them, cooked while the kids are sitting on a new sofa) with the money that I get back.
6. I met a client this week about a wedding and just fell in love with her. We talked about New Orleans, having a lisp, and everything under the sun. Love meeting you folks.
7. My lovely cousin Brenda told me that she has some old photos of my mama and daddy from way back when. I can't wait to see them. The older you get, the more you realize that the way you are is really formed by who came before you. The struggles that they went through to give you more than they had forms your life in more way than one. And I'll be the first to say that our family tree is full of nuts, but that's what makes it interesting. Something kinda' funny...kinda' sad as far as family trees...when I was little I used to have to make up a whole side of my tree because I didn't know anything about my real father. Everybody all together now...awwww. Don't worry, mama and I took it and ran with it. I'm sure on that family tree project from 4th grade, Abraham Lincoln is somewhere on a branch of the tree. On my father's side of course.
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