Thing About Thursday: What happened to Wednesday?

Courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Yeah.  Wednesday.  Remember Wednesday?

I totally forgot.  Well, that's not true.  I remembered my blog at two different points in my day; points at which I was unable to jump right into it.  So here ya go.

Read my bio.  I'm a work in progress!

Blogging is interesting to me.  This may be a bit of a boring post but it's what is on my mind right now.

I see so many adorable, really chic-looking, well done blogs.  And mine seems, well.  Mediocre.

It is mediocre.  That's not a negative or positive; it's a neutral statement about a middle-of-the-road blog.

I've seen much worse.

I've seen much better.

I've tried blogging.  I like it....sometimes.  Sometimes it stresses me out.   If I can get stressed over 14 followers not getting their feed, what would happen if I became viral like Inspired by Charm?  That guy is doing things.  His pins are amazing, his B & B looks adorable, and he's always got something really neat going on.

I'm guessing he's single and childless.  That makes me feel better about the fact that the only things I actually try from Pinterest are the recipes.

Do I want that kind of online success?

I don't know!

I don't think I do.  I don't think I want that obligation.  I don't think this is the job for me.  It's a hobby.  It needs to be, I think.

I don't think, unless I'm getting a salary, that I will ever devote the time and learning to figuring out how to make my blog be so attractive, to finding all the super ideas and photos out there to link to, to figuring out who's hot in the blogosphere so I can link up....

I really don't know what "linking up" means.

I get frustrated that I've pigeon-holed myself into these categories.  Sometimes I come up with really funny and interesting stuff, but it doesn't fit the magazine-style categories I've created.  So it flutters out into nowhere.

But to have a successful readership, I'm supposed to find a niche.

I can't find it.

I don't know what this means for my future of blogging.  I'm not ready to give up.  Just sharing my...itch.

I think my pastor would say that God's getting me ready for transition.

And my Daddy in heaven is probably getting a good chuckle, because I'm surely his most impatient child!

Onward.  Tune in tomorrow for Fashionista Friday.  I think I might blog about how the heck I'm supposed to get into a swimsuit this weekend because not only have I not lost any weight despite running and dieting, I've gained a couple of pounds.  Yay.

Tightwad Tuesday: Art Appreciation (or not)

OK, I read about this sale of a Rothko painting in early May and I was going to write about it then, but it got away from me.

Have you ever heard of Mark Rothko?

Yeah.  Neither had I.

But I'm not a big modern or contemporary or geometric art fan.  Whatever you want to call it.  I'm more of a moved-by-the-tilt-of-the-head in a painting type.  Or something. 

Mr. Rothko (may he rest in peace) just had a huge, record-breaking sale.  His painting sold for $86.9 million!!!!  Can you imagine?

Here it is:

Mark Rothko; Orange, Red and Yellow

Now, I don't know about you, but I think this guy is just a paint genius, don't you agree?

Do you have any idea what I could do with $86, let alone $86.9 million??????

I am thinking, what person says, "Yeah, $86.9 million?  Is that all?  Good deal, let's shake on it!" (The actual sale was a Christie's auction, I'm just being facetious here.)

It blows my mind.

Please don't think I'm completely uncultured swine.  I spent a large portion of my childhood in art museums, attending plays, ballets and operas.  I've travelled to Europe and viewed magnificent works of architecture and history.  I've seen works of art that have made my heart stop and my breath catch in my throat.

If you haven't experienced that feeling, seek it, I implore you.

Back to the subject at hand.....

Mr. Rothko also has another mind-blowing example of his talent, which sold for many millions too...I had no problem finding info on it a couple of weeks ago when the story broke about the above piece, but now I can't find No. 14's last sales price...it was either in the seventy-millions or the twenty-millions...in either case, I know everyone likes different things, but

really?

Click here for original picture attribution

Well, mama needs a new pair of shoes (so does everyone else!) so I put my baby to work:

Bubba's Art

Look for it on ebay.

I'm serious.  It really moves me; makes me feel something.  I almost want to cry when I look at it.

Mostly because I know I can buy a lot of shoes with $86.9 million, but still.

I'm a proud mama, shedding my tightwad ways and becoming a big spender.  Thanks Bubba!  I'll catch you when the driver brings you home from your private school......xoxo






P.S.  I hope everyone gets my humor here and no one is offended. :)

Monday Motherhood Musing: Bubba's Beautiful Hair, an Electrifying Story!

Courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

It's a rainy day here, the kind of day that just makes you want to stay in bed.

I've been staying in bed lately.  I've been getting up after 6, or 6:30 even. 

I used to roll out of bed at 5:30 or so, but I've gotten lazy.  So I got out of bed and saw the girls off; before they left Nuggetizer was up, so we hung for awhile before I started waking Bubba up.  That's a feat in and of itself, but it wasn't too bad this morning.  About 8:30 I was in the basement dealing with some laundry and I heard a loud, "Aaagh!" from Bubba. 

I thought, "His hair must be really aggravating him!"

Bubba has this wonderful, thick, loppy, sand-colored hair with giant waves in it.  When it gets long it gets curly, but not kinky-curly like mine; he has these beautiful medium to large curls and waves that I just salivate over.  One of those heads of hair that should belong to a girl....however, on an 8-year old boy, they can be frustrating, particularly when he has decided a more shaggy length is his "thing", rather than the buzz or crew cuts I freely give with the clippers.

His hair has become an issue for him.  I've taught him to completely wet it or to at least wet it down to the root in the sticky-uppy sections so he can tame it.

If anyone can relate to untameable hair, it's me!

Back to my story.....

So he came downstairs to the basement, crying.  I immediately rushed to him because Bubba is not a cry-er.  He is very stoic. 

Bubba once did this really cool and scary flipping, rolling, tucking thing off of his bike, not on purpose, and basically left a good portion of his arm skin on the road...and he sucked it up and kept it together.  He made it all the way to the house with me, waited for me to open the door, stepped inside, and then he burst into tears.  His buddies and some neighbors were outside, so no way was he crying until he was out of sight. 

He's a tough cookie. 

So I knew that something was really wrong.

He shocked himself.  Plugging in the hair-dryer.  He must have zapped it but-good because it hurt for over a half-hour.

Off to preschool with Nuggetizer we went, with me calling the doctor on the way...I just wasn't sure what to do.  He got a pretty good zap, I figured, if he reacted that way.

He's not like Nuggetizer, who cries a lot.  Well, he cries more than Bubba anyway.  Everyone cries more than Bubba, actually.

The doctor's office took 40 minutes to call me back.....guess electrocution is not that serious!  They wanted him to come in for a quick check so we ran into the office for a check on his heart, some questions, and a few finger pricking episodes to make sure he had normal sensation in his hands.

We're all good.

And me, the mom with four kids who should know better, got a lecture about electric appliance safety.

Like I don't know.

I just got comfy, right?

Sigh. 

Isn't it the worst when you have to listen to information you already know so it feels like they are just rubbing in the stupidity surrounding you dropping the ball as a parent?  I hate that.  Mostly because it puts a microscope on my parenting imperfections and I like to think I'm awesome!

I have reviewed safety with blow-dryers with the girls, over and over, but never with Bubba specifically.

Go grab your boys and tell them about blow-dryer safety, please.

Because guys blow-dry too.