More Art Work

Here is another temple my son did for the same person.
This is the Gila Valley temple in Central, Az.

It also is done with chalk pastel and ink.
(Again, sorry for the glass glare and other reflections :( )

Art Work By My Child

This is a picture of the Mesa, Az. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints Temple my son made with chalk pastels and ink (the old school dip-in-a-bottle kind.).  It took him hours and hours of carefully and meticulously making the details with ink as one slip could have ruined the whole picture! (If you can, zoom in and see all the details.)

This was commissioned work but I want one of these.....

(Sorry about the glare from the glass.)

LEGO-MAN: Do You Want To Build A........

Husband.....or A Boyfriend.....?

As I watched the little boys in class over the years playing with Lego's, they would just dig in the big Rubbermaid bin and pick out different pieces to different sets, snapping together all the mismatched pieces to form one character.

A little bit of Pirate-Man, Space-Man, Construction-Man and The Knight.  Coming together to create their "hero".  Their ideal guy. One whom could find the hidden treasure, dream and see things that are out of this world, build anything, and do it all with chivalry.  Oh, what a man!

Wouldn't it be great if we could form our own men who would posses all that?  Taking this ones humor and talents, that guys looks, this ones values, and that ones commitment to relationships, goals and dreams?  Piecing together Thee Guy? Thee one we have diligently searched for, in hopes of someday finding?

Well, we know the routine right?
No matter how loud we sing, 'Everything is awesome, everything is cool when you're part of a team.' while sorting through life's bin of men, it won't make it all work out the way we want, will it?  We can't take this mans heart and that mans brain and make it fit where it doesn't belong now can we, no matter how determined and hard we push.  Some pieces of people just aren't ever going to be compatible matches.

But you know what? 
I can build a real Lego me!  I can find the pieces of the woman I want to be and add them here and there until I have become someone whom I would want to be married to.

I can work on creating a new me, while I of course am belting out, 'Everything is awesome when you're living your dream' !

"If you're looking for a happy ending and you can't seem to find one, maybe it's time you start looking for a new beginning instead."~ socialmeems.com

Child's Art Work

This was a piece of wood my son picked up at a yard work job he was doing, and painted like a human heart for his sister who wants to be a Dr.  (Sorry my photo skills are :( . It looks much better in person.)

 

I Would Say I Eat My Feelings.......

"I would say I eat my feelings, but let's be real, that's too expensive."

This is a quote that one of my children (poor college-age-student) made up that I just love, because not only did it make me laugh, but it is so true!

I don't know about you, but sometimes (more oft than not), I find myself eating even when I'm not really hungry.  I might even go so far as to continue to eat, stuffing myself when there is no longer "room" in my stomach or when the food no longer even tastes good.

I guess sometimes it just gives me something to do, to fill boredom, but I'm going to be real here.....that is not the main reason I do it.

Sometimes I'm aware that I'm just plain greedy, fearing I won't get that good kind of delicious food (or drink) again (because it cost money and cooking know-how skills!) so I fill up-way past full, letting the fear of "lack-of" control me.

And although I don't think I have fully identified all the reasons I eat too much, one I have taken note of, is when I am hurting. Like a heart-hurt.  Sweets can literally feel like they are sugar-coating the pain, although it is only temporary. So sometimes I resort to that. (It can also be too expensive to indulge in the desserts I would really like!?)

Other times, when I'm angry, eating is more pleasant than cleaning; something that my sister does when she is upset.  (I guess that is why her house is clean and......well, you know...Old Mother Hubbard comes to mine.)

But as much as I don't want to admit it, one of the main reasons I overeat is when I am not liking myself.  I then am using the very thing I need to keep me alive, as a weapon against myself.  It is I guess, some sort of way to punish myself.  To perhaps make my outside look and feel as yucky, as unlovable, as my inside does.  That way there is no doubt that the lies I am telling myself are true, because they are now visibly evident even to others on the outside.

It doesn't make sense does it?  Or maybe it does, on some subconscious level.  Because it can start out gradual or subtlety where I am not yet consciously making the correlation. Where it is not yet out of control. Where I am just indulging "this time". Before it gets out of hand.

Possibly, that  is how addictions start. From a moment of "just this time".  Ending up in an out-of-control-I-don't-want-to-be-here place. Which was not our original intention.

I could go on as there are myriad reasons why we do what we do.  I just wanted to share a few.

This I do know: if I am trying to numbingly "eat" my way out of my uncomfortable feelings, it is something I cannot emotionally and physically, healthily afford to do, as, that IS a price way too expensive to pay!

"If hunger is not the problem, then eating is not the solution." ~Author Unknown
 

Ma'am....

"Ma'am"....

DEF: (Ma'am is used as a title of respect, especially when addressing female royalty)

Considering I was at Home Depot.....I wasn't especially feeling like royalty, but that's what he said.

"Excuse me, ma'am."  

I looked up expectedly waiting for him to say, "Umm, those light bulbs you are buying are energy-depleting" or, "You have a piece of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe."

But he didn't say either.

He said, "That is a beautiful dress."

My immediate, impulsively, reactive, reaction was to say, "Oohhhhwww, Cannn I takke youu homme?"  

But instead I opted for a big sheepish smile and the more royal civility of, "Thankkk Youuu!" 

Who needs light-bulbs after that?! Way to light up my day!!!

The S.A.M. Story Update

Similar to a Hallmark movie I was watching, the authors' reading audience wanted to know if her male character in the romance book was real, as they had fallen in love with him.  I had that same question come up with the S.A.M. Story.

Here are the facts:

The S.A.M. Story was based on a "real" person I met, but the happenings after the initial meeting are fictional.

The actual second, story-based-meeting and experience between us as written about, never came into fruition although it might have been fun to have had that opportunity and see what really would have happened.

Ofttimes made-up stories have better plots and endings because we can dictate the outcome to be how we would like, also forming relational characters to be as someone we "dream of" meeting.  That's the fun part!

Time itself can teach you a lot of things you never knew or were aware of before, about yourselves and others.

It was a fun experience and I learned a lot in writing that story, as I had never written a "short love story" before.  I would try my hand at it again.

I am starting to work on another story:)

You were a GREAT audience!  THANK YOU!