I decided to switch up my blog for a while and focus on hilariously naughty things my kids say and do. The things my children get into and say are sometime unbelievable. Sometimes I find myself in hysterics. The things they get into or words jumping out of their mouths. They are much too good I can’t go any longer without out sharing! And of corse my sharing would’nt be complet with out a fun illustration or two!
Lets begin with last night, while I was making dinner my two-year old Jack was wandering around with a watering can. Filling up and dumping out rocks and dirt. Of course it was in the lawn and the garden, everywhere except where they belong. Why wouldn’t they be? The key here he was happy and content, so I could get dinner made. But where were the big kids you ask?
Well I asked myself this same question. The house was quiet it was too quiet. I gave them the benefit of my doubts for roughly five minutes. And then my mom intuition chimed in. I could feel something bad was happening.
I ran up the stairs and what did I find? Not in their bedroom, not in Jack’s bedroom, not in their bathroom, not in our bedroom. Only one last place to hide, our room. They weren’t in the room or in the closet. But ah ha! The bathroom door was locked. Bingo I found them! I knocked on the door. I heard laughing and feet scurrying around.
“Milo and June please unlock the door.” I told them as I knocked and waited for the doorknob to jingle. And then feet scampered back into place.
I opened to door to a nail polish party. It wreaked like polish, there was a towel flopped on the ground with at least six open nail polishes. There was streaks and drops and drips all over the place including the wall. One good outcome of this situation was the kids toenails and top of their feet were successfully painted. With every color you could imagine. After I came to, there seemed to be sacked up clumps of toilet paper scattered all over the floor.
“What in the heck are you two doing?” I grabbed my head soaking up my surroundings. They knew right away they were in big trouble. I follow with something about how they don’t polish without me. Sad faces immediately followed. Their happy polish party was ended. I sent them to bed until dinner time.
When I went back to the sight, all of the lids were off there was even a small polish pool and of course I had no remover to help. When I went back to check on them I could hear June yelling.
“Naughty, naughty, naughty!” I popped my head in.
“Don’t yell at him it’s both of your faults!” I told her.
“I am yelling at myself.” She sobbed. I felt a little bad and then my memory was refreshed. Lesson self learned.
When you find yourself in a quiet home you know you children are probally up to no good. Until next time!
MY DRAWING JOURNEY
“NURSE A BABY”
Here I am another week later, another week stronger and more determined to change to world through my art and words. I have make it more than halfway through my new favorite self teaching book DRAWING ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE BRAIN 4th edition by Betty Edwards. I have came to some big time challenges and break through with this book. Making me really second guess myself and my knowledge of what art is. Until this book I was so intimidated by drawing most everything that wasn’t a cutesy little cartoon image I came up with. Hands were frustrating, understanding how to correctly draw a room was even more so. Until now that was. : )
This book is life changing! I can feel myself shifting from left brain mode to right brain mode. It is a game changer. Try to see if you can feel the shift with the Vases/Faces illusion made famous in 1915 by a Danish psychologist Edgar Rubin.
In this image you might find yourself asking what you are looking for? If you really focus in black you will see two facing profiles and if you make the shift you will see in white a curvy vase. Mind boggling isn’t it? If you are up for an even bigger challence grab a clean piece of paper and #2 pencil and try drawing this picture. If you are right handed draw the left side and if your are left handed draw the right side. Use your hand or a piece of paper to cover the opposite and copy the lines exactly as you see them. Next draw horizontal lines across the top and bottom forming the shape of the vase. Now move the the other side. This is where a little confusion might ring in. Now in proportion draw the other side of the face naming all of the parts. Forehead, eye, nose, space between nose chin. About half way down you might find yourself in more confusion. So you were told to create a face out of a vase. Sounds impossible. When you are finished shade in the facing profiles and look intently at the faces and now at the vase. Now you have got it! Your brilliant mind is making the shift between right and left mode. Can you feel it? And it wasn’t as intimidating if you can slow down and break down the lines and see how the shapes curve and move.
This is one of several activities/lessons brought to blow your mind and make you more aware to the lines of the world. I never would have thought I could learn this much at my age. My lesson is never put limitations on ourselves. Books are a necessity to being the best version of ourselves. I spent under $15 ( I found this book on Amazon and it was on my doorstep in two days!) on what I could imagine being a several thousand dollar art class. In the last two weeks I have grown so much as a person, an artist, a writer, even as a mother. I am looking at everything in a whole new way. The world is a bunch of lines and shapes and there is so much light and darkness and feeling to everything. Bonus I am seeing results and expanding my art portfolio!
Here are some of my new works! A chair, to the viewer you may think oh that’s a nice looking chair. But to the artist, wow! The negative space, the shapes the curves so much to it. Have you ever actually sat down and tried to draw a chair that looks real? Look at the negative spaces between the legs and the back of the chair? I never had before. It was challenging even with the instruction. There was so much to it, I can’t believe I drew this, and now I can draw furniture that looks real!
This lesson was so far was my toughest challenge, I must have drawn on my picture plane at least sixteen times. And no exaggeration there. I sat on my kitchen floor with crumpled up upon crumpled up saran wrap balls. I was sweating, I was swearing, I was second guessing if I could even do it. I was second guessing the lesson. My brain was going back and fourth from left to right mode. My eyes were losing focus. And then I had a breakthrough after my border lint panic attack I began seeing. I began really looking at the chair and I started really drawing everything that I was seeing. After the toil there was light and relief! The exercise said to give yourself one hour and this took me a little over three hours over a two day span. Of course having three children uninterrupted time and with my melt downs combined with theirs I would say three hours was not too shabby! : ) So after everything here is what I drew with love and frustrations and growing in mind!
My hand holding an eraser.
My hallway done from a one point perspective.
My living room from a two point perspective.
I hope you all will be inspired to see the world in it’s beauty of lines, shapes colors, darkness and lightness. I inspire you to find books bring daily enjoyment and challenges to your life. Find hidden talents that might not be as much talent as they are a learned and taught skill. Look around your house you see it every day, but are you really looking? And look at the people around you, are you really seeing them? Look into their eyes and see the light beam across, the freckle on their cheek, the pink in their cheeks. Look at the wrinkles in your hand and all of the lines following they are beautiful. Until next time friends!
“The secret to happiness is freedom
and the secret to freedom is courage.”
“So live courageously and love the life you live everyday!”
Today I wanted to share the things that bring me happiness everyday. And something I have heard at least three times in the last couple of weeks is staying true to my heart. In this case pertaining to my writing. If I don’t feel it deep down, it will never have meaning and without true meaning I can not help people.
With that said I am going to be focusing on things from my heart. Some days are filled with things I used to let hinder me, I decided a few months back to change my train of thought. I flipped and turn my stressors into happy times. Of course I am a human and I have my moments but it has been working wonders in my home. So here is a list of things that are true to my heart, bringing me happiness everyday.
Waking up at 5am, to a dark and quiet house
Writing, drawing, reading in a quiet house. Staying true to my heart and feelings of the day.
Getting my sweat on and moving my body. I have been hooked on these Youtube workouts lately they are called Blender Fitness and have been getting me into shape big time! I feel so much more alive after I work out and in return I feel happier too!
Hearing feet coming down the stairs, and sleepy children rubbing their eyes not quite ready to be awake. Since mom is awake they must too. And it’s ok!
Morning and night-time snuggles and kisses are always a favorite.
Water and lots and lots of it!
Reading children’s books to myself even better to my children and watching their little expressions.
Writing for any reason, freeing my mind and my soul.
Learning how to write better!(Fire, fire, flicker light, fire burning throughout the night!)
Chocolate in the afternoon, even better. Evening tea drinks and chocolate bars with my love, Rex. Sitting next to him holding hands. Getting butterflies when he makes me feel complete. Brushing his hair off of his forehead with my fingers. Butterfly moments!
Making up characters in my head and drawing pictures of them.
Learning how to draw better! YouTube videos are amazing just for this.
Hot Tea, and getting to drink it hot. Coffee drinks with my sisters.
Studying and researching. It is funny all of the time I was in school I pretty much hated it. Now I find myself loving to study. I love reading and learning new things. I sometimes test myself to make sure I remember what I have read. My brain is an amazing sponge these days. I am so grateful for this!
Carrots with cinnamon cashew butter!(Saigon cinnamon is the best) Yummy my favorite!
Writing on this blog, there is something freeing about it. I feel I can be myself without fear of judgment. I love being able to write whatever is on my mind.
Smiles, scrunchie faces, grinding teeth, booger faces, screaming fits.
My almost two-year old eating dog poop and then slipping in it : ) Extra happy moment!
Shopping with three children, three five gallon water jugs to fill and a cart full of groceries. My super mom moment. Jack on my front pack. June and Milo filling up the first two jugs and me power lifting each full judge into the cart with a 28LB boy on my front. That deserves a golden star if you ask me! Quite the wonder woman moment. This was yesterday and I succeeded the job with lots of patients. I returned home and did not forget one thing from my list. Yes I even impressed myself. I am pretty sure I gave myself a mental high-five.
Mornings with my sisters in a house filled with children, messes, noises and poopy diapers.
I could keep this list going for another three pages but I am sure you are catching my drift. Let us all turn our not so happy moments into happy moments. Enjoy what we have and work at making it better. Lots and lots of love to each and every one of you who take the time to read my blog and giving me a happy adrenaline rush. A high of self-worth that I am doing this. I am living my life, I am being my best self, I am writing despite rejections. I am taking advice and rewriting. I am not giving up, I have even more of a reason to strive to be better because I have courage and love in my heart. I know I can do it day by day. And so can you. Challenge yourself today and for the rest of this month. When you feel you are going to lose your mind at an uncomfortable or unexpected situation. Stop take a breath maybe even smile and look at it from a different perspective. An don’t forget to listen to your heart, don’t ever ignore what lies within you. With all of my love. Until next time my friends!
FALLING DOWN FALLS AND FALLING IN LOVE
I wanted to share a life experience with you all. It happened when I was 23, almost ten years ago, it is a pretty amazing story and can’t believe it actually happened to me. Here it goes!
There my husband, Rex and I were with the cool splash of the mountain breeze at the base of Bridal Veil falls. With my new hiking boots we went off trail and began hiking up the face of the falls. Closer and closer our boots moved to the four tiered falls. I began moving faster and faster. As my feet were almost running an image of me sitting next to the falls framed and hung on my wall was all my mind could see. The same moment my new hiking boot stepped on that slippery, moss covered rock I heard Rex’s voice. “Don’t step on that rock!” His words were moments too late. I could hear his voice echoing through the mountain air.
I lost my footing, I was immediately sucked into the three tiered raging waterfall. I felt as if I were dreaming. My body somehow was flipped around with no chance for realization or pain. Facing the sky I was pushed off of the first tier, it felt as if I were on an amusement park ride.
There was no chance for fear, nothing to grab onto, nothing to stop me from flying again. It almost felt exhilarating, it was happening so quickly. I was leaping feet into the air again and again before I had any chance to react.
Again I was hurtled into the air. I gasped for a breath.
Moments later I was by some small miracle shoved to the side of the last drop of the falls. One more swift move and I would have been hurtled to my death down the 120 foot drop to the base of Bridal Veil falls. There I was off to the side, submerged in rapid icy waters covering my legs almost to my breasts. I began to come to and realize what had happened. I looked up, I scanned from side to side. Straight ahead of me was a ledge where the water was smooth and calm. I looked down to my legs they were a scratched up bloody mess, my shin had formed some scary looking knob.
I took a deep breath. To my right was a raging waterfall trying every bit to push me down.
Freezing and slightly in shock I began planning in my head. I was going to scooch with my hands and butt away from the rapid waters. I was going to the calm ledge where I could safely cross to the other side. When suddenly the familiar sounds of my husbands voice echoed in my ears. What was beneath that calm ledge was a 120 foot drop that would have surely pummeled me to my sudden death.
I was already moving my body forward. “Stay where you are.” Rex nervously yet firmly shouted. I began to shiver and trusted every word he said. He ripped off his backpack and carabiner, untied his sweater from his waist. Quickly and efficiently he made a long rope. He tied and tied. He did not let me out of his sight.
There he towered high above me and what seemed miles away. On the opposite side of the raging falls he stood strong and determined.
“Grab a hold of this!” He flung his home made rope at me, I could not reach it. He flung it harder and faster it finally reached to my hand. I grabbed it and scooched towards to raging fall within one arm’s length from me. The freezing waters pierced my quivering skin. The raging water was trying it hardest to get rid of me. I wouldn’t let it, I was not going to give up. I finally made it close enough to the other side of the fall.
Rex tried pulling me up, but alas he couldn’t. I tried using my new boots again. I couldn’t. The moss covered, soaking wet rock was much to slippery to get any sort of grip. He tried at least three more times. The water was getting colder and colder and was pushing my body harder and harder. Our adrenalin was in full speed he used every muscle in his body to pull me up. We locked eyes, with his strength and my quivering legs.
He pulled and pulled, I slippery stomped my way up the giant rock. Finally my husband my Love, my hero freed me from the falls. I almost crumbled down the giant rock where we stood. He picked me up and held me.
We both hugged each other as it was our last. We began crying and hugging the words were a blur. I was grateful, scared. He saved me, he saved my life.
WOW! My life lesson on this story is no matter how expensive and shiny your new shoes are we are never invincible. There is a reason there are trails and off trailing is never a good idea. My husband is an amazing man I owe so much to him, thank you for being there with me that day. Mostly thank you for saving my life so we can have our sweet babies and I can live this amazing life of mine!
If you have any life changing stories or moments you would like to share please share. Until next time my Friends!