The Forest

You can't see the forest for the trees.
A well known phrase that I never thought much of except that I thought it would match this quick sketch.    ;)
Actually, once this pic did make me think of that phrase I thought about what it meant and was surprised that such a well known phrase that I didn't think much of matched myself so well.
This morning I had a horrible morning, not for any good reason other than the fact that I often get so bogged down in little details, specifically things that bug me, that I miss the big picture, like how much I really do have to be grateful for.
Sometimes I wonder about myself.
Am I the only one that thinks like that?
Is it just me that can be so crazy?
I guess I could look at that big picture again and see that, even though that part of my personality can get me in trouble, it is also the same part of me that can see to little details that do matter, and can make a positive difference.
I guess that's as good a way to look at it as any.
So long as I keep on that journey toward Peace.
'Til later,
Carol B.

An Apple a Day

An apple a day.
Let's keep healthy.
Oh, and, pardon the Oreo cookie crumbs on the pic.
Peace.
Carol B.

The Suspect Pizza Situation

So how many of you have aggravating adult children at home?

You know, the kind you can't tell anything to because of course they already know everything?

Ok, so call me an ungrateful mom.  I don't care.

Because here is my son who I had 37 hours of labor with (and yes, I rub it in) and some teenage years made in hell, so I can say anything I want.

Don't get me wrong.  I love my son and despite those horrible teenage years, he has turned into a wonderful young man who was smart enough to pick hurry-up-and-be-my-daughter-in-law Janine to be his girlfriend.

But sometimes this guy can drive me crazy.

Take for instance his habit of never cleaning out his stuff from the fridge.

Here is a picture of pizza that has been sitting wrapped up in the fridge for a week:

It was sitting in the back hidden with other stuff piled on top of it.

Now, if I told him to make sure to clean out his old stuff he would say 

"I know," and give me that look that says "mothers can be so irritating."

And so after many scenarios of dirty looks I finally told myself, "ok, so maybe I need to back off and he really will make sure to clean out his stuff from the fridge.

So I made sure not to say anything.  I did, however, move the pizza to the front of the fridge hoping to give him the hint.

So this is what his ugly pizza looks like after sitting in said refrigerator after a week:

 Trust me, it looks much worse in person, with little white stuff on top of it.
And so I can say that I did some art, this is a picture of what a nice slice of pizza looks like:

(Note: No ugly little white stuff on top of it).
And mind you, this is not the first time he's done this.
A while back he had food in two good tupperware containers in the fridge.  I kept trying not to say anything, but I worried he would not clean it out and it would get really yucky.
After a while I finally told him as nicely as possible "You know, that's really good tupperware, and if the food in there gets too yucky it's going to ruin my tupperware."
Of course he gave me that "I know" look.
And after four months of sitting in my fridge, one day I saw those two nice tupperware containers sitting in the trash.
Sigh.
Janini, hurry up and get this boy to marry you.
That way, when he tries ruining your tupperware, you can just kick his ass.
I give you permission.
'Til later,
Carol B.

My Husband and Ice Cream

I am confused.
Not surprising.
I have not been blogging for such a long time and I so miss it.
The reason is because I have been flailing in my art and I don't know which way to go as well as those other demons such as "am I good enough?" (brother, when will that ever go away?) and "what if I post this work and everyone thinks "why did she ever think that was good?"
Sigh.
But I love writing here and when I am not writing here I end up writing my cousin on the other side of the country these long ass emails which I know are because I have all these pent up thoughts that I have not gotten out with being here writing.
And then the longer I stay away from here, the more I really start to question the artwork I have been doing because yes, I still work at it though not as much as I should, but whatever little bit I do I know that if I post it here I will start to get in a roll again to really working and posting but as long as I shy away from here the more unconfident I get and the more I question as to whether I will ever get here again.
So what I have decided to do, as least for now, is to write here anyway, even if I don't have artwork to show, just so that I will get in the hang of being here again.
Since I love to write I was even considering just getting another blog site to write in but I thought I would start off here and see what happens.
So I know this is already long but I will continue with what I wanted to say today anyway.
Mid last week my husband started working nights and I wish I was posting here when that started because I really could have gotten a lot of thoughts out but oh well.
The point is that my husband and I are so used to spending all our time together.  Except when we are working, we do everything together.  We really are best friends, so suddenly me working days and him working nights has more than thrown us for a loop.
But today I was not working and he does not leave for work until 2 and so we both got up early and were just hanging out.  We even ordered food from one of our favorite places, "Lupe's" (a picture here would go great) (gotta start taking more pictures) and watched some recorded episodes of our new favorite program, "Big Bang Theory."
Despite the fact that he still had to leave I thought it was ok because we got to spend quite a bit of time together, only in reverse, in the morning instead of the evening.
So after he left I started doing some work and everything was ok for a while, and then the carton of Dreyer's ice cream in the freezer started calling me and pretty soon as I stood over the kitchen sink watching a stupid episode of Inside Edition on the little TV that sits on the shelf over the sink I thought "oh no, you're not really going to finish this entire carton of ice cream?" and yes, I knew I was and when I asked myself "why?" all I could think of was the fact that my husband was not with me and he was not going to be with me evenings anymore so why not just keep eating and eating?
Oh God.
Scary.
And so I decided to go back to doing some work but after a while all I could think of was that I still missed my husband so I decided to write about it and here I am.
And no, I did not find my husband at the bottom of that ice cream carton.
Oh well.
Carol B.

Color Me Joyful

A Song of Color and Joy
From You to Me.
Peace.
Carol B.