Domestic Geek

So, I spent a good portion of this week reading "Shelters of Stone" by Jean Auel this week. I picked it up last Wednesday when Mike went to the Apple Store to buy himself an iSight. I finished it yesterday morning. Yay!! I haven't really read much the way I used to, so I decided I needed to start again. I just read Stephen King's "Everything's Eventual" a couple of weeks ago. I missed reading. There used to be a time when I read myself to sleep every evening.

I'm intrigued by an artist that I've found. Karen Rossi has been around awhile, apparently, but I didn't know a thing about her until I saw the most bizarre piece at a Carlton Cards store I was in. I'm really intrigued by her style. It reminds me a little of the paintings that Zehava does. I really want to learn to paint correctly. My teacher told me the Art Students League of Denver is a good place to learn. I'll have to look into it.

Marcus and I went to the Renaissance Festival today. I know he really didn't want to go, but I think he had a good time anyway. The comedians/jugglers Throw Up were very funny. I was a little bit disappointed in the jousting since I've been to Medieval Times and the ones here were just plain hokey in comparisson. Now we're both just really tired. Especially since I think Marcus had a heat stroke on his diasterous biking trip he and Mikey took yesterday.

I really need a nap.

I went to the Denver Craft & Sewing Festival at the Denver Merchandise Mart last night. They always have discount coupons for this thing every year at all the craft and fabric stores around town. I've been meaning to go for the last three years, but I always manage to forget. I must say I wasn't impressed. The flyer said see the latest supplies, patterns, tools, etc. Well, there must not be anything new out, because I've seen pretty much everything before. What I was really looking for was gift-type items for crafters. You know, shirts, mugs, figurines, etc. This one place did have some shirts, but they were waaaaaay ugly. Another shop had some cool embroidered ones, but only mediums. From what I saw there (I think a lot of overweight women, including me, craft), they were either unprepared or the large sizes were snapped up first. *sigh* I did watch a scroll saw demonstration (I really need to learn to use mine) and looked at the Brother Embroidery machine that I want. Oh, to be really well off....

A gal at work sent me an email last night that made me giggle. It kind of sums of the whole way I've been all week:

Changing A Light Bulb (PMS Version)

Q: How many women with PMS does it take to change a light bulb?

A: One! ONLY ONE!!!! And do you know WHY? Because no one else
in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even know that
the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before
they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to
find the light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD
for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually
find them 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the
STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT
WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE STUPID LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE
EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED
FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE!!
IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS HOUSE!


I'm sorry.... What was the question?

The following image was submitted to me today from our dear friend Mikey:



In case you didn't know, Marcus delights in capturing pics of his friends whizzing in the woods.

I was just going through some books in my bookshelf looking for something when I came across an old yearbook (1991-92) from when I was teaching. It got me to pondering what the hell has happened to me since then.

I used to consider myself to be pretty. I've always been heavy, but I took care of myself and I felt good. True, I hated the whole teaching situation (I liked working with kids, but I HATED the whole organized education institution), but I still liked me. I don't even know if I like me anymore. I've gotten lazy, selfish, and even a bit mean to some people (as was pointed out by Marcus the other day). I thought then that he was full of it, but just yesterday I caught myself being a total bitch to someone I really don't know that well.

I have so much potential, but yet I fail to realize it. Why?