The Story of a Minute

I love watching Kate. My favorite thing is to watch how quickly she can move in and out of different emotions.

Here she went from proud,

to frantically upset

to sweet as a sugar beet,

All within a minute.

I'm sure she learns it from watching me. :)

Book Tag

Cherish tagged me
Here are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages)
2. Turn to page 123
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog
5. Tag 5 people

I picked up my old College Text from Intro to Literature, Fictions. Since it's an anthology of short stories, page 123 was a few pages into "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.

“I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that John kept me here after all; I can stand it so much easier than a baby, you see.”

Of course, I had to re-read the short story because of this tag and it was so much fun to re-read. I picked up a lot more than when I read it my first semester of college ten years ago. Whenever you feel yourself on the edge of insanity—it pushes you off to the other side.

I tag: Jeni, Samantha, Janeen, Mom, and Cameron

Fish Oil

Yes, I will definitely be investing in some fish oil--even my Dad recommended it (but for a different reason. He said it was good for his ADHD). If the fish oil isn't enough, I will head to Aunt Jolene's. Thanks for your help ladies.

HELP! PMS!

I wish I could've posted yesterday so you could compare the two Julie's. I was getting so much accomplished in my yard and I was so satisfied with everything. Nothing could go wrong.

Today, it's like I became my evil twin. Hormones! UGH! Isn't there a remedy for this somewhere that I just don't know about. Something non-surgical and non-perscription? The week before... I become prickly, barbed. It's like a timer goes off and I grow claws and fangs and start to RAAR, HISS, and SCRATCH! I need suggestions. Honestly the hubby doesn't even ask, PMS is written all over me. He knows there is nothing he can do and nothing he can say. I feel terrible. I don't want to be evil for a whole week every month.

Does anyone have a fool-proof, cure-all, for PMS. Can't I eat roses, a spoonful of sugar, something? I just want to be even-keel. Help-Please!

Mom Would Be Proud

I cleaned out my fridge! Phew! I've been meaning to do that for a long time. I also sprayed my oven with Easy-Off. Not many things could make me feel as good as I do right now--maybe if I swept and mopped my tile and cleaned the toilet. Maybe I will. I love spring! Don't worry though, Kate and I went outside and enjoyed the yard, we aren't completely ignoring this perfect weather.

Julie...an Artist??

My visit to Repartee Gallery went better than I expected. I brought four collages, an oil painting, and a watercolor in for feedback. The manager helped me choose a frame for the oil painting with plans to hang it in the gallery once it's framed. Out of the four collages, she kept the biggest one, and the only one that was already framed, and decided to hang it without approval of the rest of the committee--her parents' own the gallery so I think she feels safe making risky moves. She also took pictures of everything I brought in and planned to present them to the committee. She hopes to have an "emerging artist" feature wall soon where she can hang a couple of my things as well as some other unknowns.

Now I have to send her an artist bio and photo-Ugh! I'll give that some thought and I might need suggestions.

I'm still scared to death to put my art on my blog--baby steps.

P.S. what do you want me to paint next? Any suggestions?

Art is What I Do--But I'm Not an Artist...yet?

Okay, I am saying OUT LOUD, in all my vulnerability, that I am presenting some of my art to the manager of Repartee Gallery tomorrow. I have no idea what to expect and I can't even imagine what she'll say--but I feel compelled to hear what a non-family-member, non-friend has to say about my art.

In months past, I never would've told anyone about something like this for fear that I would fail and have to come back and tell the world what a loser I am. The truth is, I'm not afraid anymore. I finally don't care what anyone thinks about my art. I love to do artistic things and I am positive I will keep on doing it whether everyone hates it or not. Even if the closest to fame I get are the walls of my closest family and friends. Even if no one ever pays money for my art, I'm sure I'll keep on doing it because it's just something I have to do. I wonder if other people similarly have things they simply must do, regardless of the outcome?

P.S. Letting out, in writing, the thing you are most vulnerable about is very empowering. I highly recommend it.