Gracie the artist.

Ok... so my kid is an amazing artist. Seriously. I didn't take pictures of the finished masterpieces, however... here's the artist at work.

Concentrating... as it is very serious business.

Loading more paint.

"The Process" involves making some fun faces.

The Cheese Face.

reality check

And so I feel incredibly guilty (oooooh the sentiment of the century for me, I believe) about saying that I'm discontent, and even for feeling discontent as my life is 1091823098123 times better than it has been for the last couple of years. And what, really exactly, do I have to be discontent about (well right now... the fact that I'm letting my daughter spend the week with someone I myself refuse to be alone with)... but really honestly - nothing. I have a fantastically supportive family, a beautiful daughter who I love so incredibly much - she in herself is enough for me to say, "oh silly, stop being so dramatic... you've got everything."

So I was grumpy this morning. It was noon and I was already hitting the earl grey, a box of chocolates, and a quilting show on tv. Sad. I know. Saddest part is that I'm more of a coffee drinker, and I don't really even like to eat chocolate... drink hot chocolate definitely, but a box of chocolates... not so much. And then mom called and said, "lets meet for lunch." And I said, "ok." (I'm good with dialogue, eh?). So we went to the Green Bowl, which was fantastic and the smell is lingering in my coat... but not gross like Subway does. And I thought about everything and decided that I'm not discontent... or maybe that I'm going to choose not to be. And then I went to the courthouse and finally got the first step in the divorce going. Whew. I'm $120 poorer now. But that's ok.

blah

I'm feeling disgustingly discontent.

soup

Story time.

So the other day, there must have been a dinner at the church where the daycare is at, as an older man came around with leftover vegetable soup asking if anyone wanted any. I raised my hand. Gleefully. Ha. (I then promptly forgot to take it home for the next 2 days, but hey, I was excited).

So I took it home and threw it in a pot to thaw it out and heat it up for supper - then decided it needed beefed up a bit. So I added various vegetables and some more broth and a myriad of spices. It still wasn't quite where it needed to be, and I decided all it would take was some more corn. So I trekked to my parents canned goods stash in the garage, and grabbed the first jar of corn that I saw. Added it to the soup, without really really checking out the contents... turns out it was pickled corn. Fantastic.

Thus ends story time.

Seems as though I've had many more musing of a much more philosopical kind... but right now they're not coming to mind and the story of the soup amuses me much more. And that's that.

yay for something new

I finally got a little device thing to take the pictures off my camera since losing my cable. Yay. That being said... I share a fun picture.

Hair

I cut my hair off.



Off with the old, I say.