My first Blogg (did I spell that right?) 4/19/11

Welcome to my thoughts, views and my silly ass remarks.  My mission here is to bring good feelings, wellness and joy to otherwise dull and uneventful living, and I hope you get something out of it too.

Today I felt unaccomplished, not that I did nothing I just had this overwhelming feeling that I had forgotten to pick someone up or go to an appointment  or perhaps I just was put out of touch by the awesomeness of the full moon last night.  My dog Fozzie  kept looking at me as if? She knew I was not on the right time table.

It all started with a early morning phone call, you know the kind, they say, "ohhh I'm sorry I woke you  go back to sleep," and no way is that happening but they refuse to tell you why they called so now you can't sleep b/c your mind keep imagining why they called, and you really have no idea  so of course you can't get back to sleep like you had been in time before the call.  Speaking of time, ever since we jumped forward w/ daylight savings time, I've been out of it. I'm sure I'm not alone on this one.

Oh I  called her back and you know why she called at the ungodly hour of 8:30 am? She wanted to return a sleep mask! I know! Crazy huh? You can't make this shit up.

My goal for the week is to figure out how to make a glass mosaic mask, so today I carved some styrofoam with my drummell  tool (I think I still have some of those pieces up my nose) Yuk! what mess! Kids do this outside with a nice breeze.  I managed to make a face out of the styrofoam, my next phase is to use some plaster of paris to make the face more believable. I'll post pictures along the way but today I didn't take any.

I will continue my trial and error of mask making and see where it leads me.

It's Easter week and I've been debating making colored eggs.  My cholesterol is high and I shouldn't eat them an neither should my hubby so... I don't really want to, but the tradition in my head is yelling at me to make some. Tell the voices to calm the hell down!
I'll be back, hopefully I'll be more rested.

Life is measured by the ripples one leaves behind, not by the splash one make on entry.
Peace,
Janice