Monday, July 27, 2009
For my first baby shower we decided to make it a nautical theme. My mom and sister (who threw the shower) bought baby blue table cloths, white plates and cups, and noah's ark napkins. Then my sister hung shiny blue and silver stars along with baby blue streamers from the ceiling. For the table center pieces I used some nautical things that we had around the house and things we have bought for Lukas. Here is a treasure chest that I painted and filled with blue yarn and seashells.Here is a pirate ship that I painted for Lukas.
Here is an Octopus that we bought on the cruis to the bahamas. And here are just some seashells from Savannah, Ga and a baby whale piggy bank. isn't it all pretty?
Turned out to be an amazing baby shower and I wouldn't have changed a thing!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
ok, so I haven't done any painting in the past several months but I'm starting to feel better and I'm getting the painting bug back. My cousin asked me if I could do a dinosaur painting for her baby son's room which sounded like a fun project to get me back into my old self. The only difference is I decided to use acrylic paint instead of oils. I love oils more than anything but the smell is just too much for me right now. Plus they take so long to dry and since this painting is going in a baby's room, he doesn't need to be smelling oils and turpentine either. So anywho, here is the painting... raaar! I also painted the edges so this painting can be hung unframed.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
OK, so this has nothing to do with art except that if you want to live to enjoy art you might want to listen. I am sitting at work right now with this one tester testing, an older lady, and she is coughing like she might cough up a lung. I wish I could help her but I don't think this is a 'I have a cold cough'. This is a 'I've been smoking for years cough'. This cough is bad. I just told her about the water fountain in the hall. Now, this story reminds me of another story that got me thinking. While on the cruise a couple of weeks ago mine and leroy's room was right next to an older gentleman who had this same sounding cough. All night he would cough, terrible unearthly sounds. Once again, his was a smoker's cough. What worries me the most is the people I love who smoke. I know it's pratically impossible to quit. If I hadn't gone into a coma so many years ago I would still be smoking I'm sure. It took a miracle of God to get me to quit and I thank him for doing so. My life is so much better without the dependency on cigarettes. I have the freedom to go and do as I please without worrying about having one. I save enormous amounts of money on not buying them. I smell better. My house smells better, my clothes smell better, my hair smells better. Ofcourse this is just my opinion. You may like the smell of cigarette smoke. I will admit it took me a while to get to the point where I could smell it and not want one. But now the smell repulses me. The point is I love and care about my friends and wish I knew how to help you stop. I know you enjoy it, heck you're addicted to it. Cigarettes are addictive. And lots of things hurt us, I constantly eat bad food and tons of sugar. I suppose I just wish a miracle of God could make you all stop. Save your lungs. I don't want my friends to be coughing like death or worse yet walking around with an oxygen tank when you're older. Plus it's bad for the rest of us. Second hand smoke, cigarette butts on the ground everywhere, etc. etc... I could add in a bunch of statistics and pictures to prove my point but that's not really the point. The point is I love you all and want you to live long healthy happy lives. ugh...the lady is still coughing. the water only subdued her for a little while. think about it.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Ok, so it's been a while since I've posted anything but I have a good excuse. I'll be twelve weeks pregnant tomorrow and an alien has taken over my body. Yes, it's true, I have not been myself for quiet some time. It all began back in the fall when I first found out I was pregnant, then nine weeks later had a miscarraige. I was devastated. Then on December 22 I tested positive with a hpt. (home pregnancy test) My husband and I couldn't believe it had happened so fast. It was our Christmas miracle. Ofcourse after just having had a miscarraige we were nervous. We only told a few people and tried very hard not to get to excited. Then as the weeks went by my symptoms became more and more intense. Nausea, bloating, gas, moodiness (extreme moodiness), heartburn, fatigue you get the idea. And worst of all I lost all desire to create. I've had no inspiration at all. This is sooooo not me. It's made me depressed and sad and I just want this part to be over with! The good news is the pregnancy seems to be on track. We've had four ultrasounds so far and the baby is growing by leaps and bounds. We've seen the heartbeat, then we got to hear the heartbeat (amazing) and we even saw it's little hands and little fingers. So I'm hoping that now that I've reached 12 weeks my symptoms will start to fade and I will get back some of the old me. I'm already feeling a little better but still all I want to do is sleep. Oh, and now the headaches are hitting me pretty hard. Ugh, being pregnant is sooooo not as fun as I thought it would be. How do women do this? How have women been doing this since the beginning of time? With no medicine or doctors? It's mind boggling. But not as mind boggling as knowing there is another lifeform growing inside me. That blows me away. So, this is why I haven't been posting anything or doing anything. to whom it may concern...