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No rejection letter so far!!

So, I managed to complete 2 weeks of running again.  It feels great.  I forgot how fabulous I feel after exercising.  It's addictive.  My knees are still holdong up, but I am thankful for two days off for the weekend.  

My teeth are in destruction mode right now, and that is true bummer.  My new strange after effect of dental work is face muscle spasms. I had some work done Wednesday and now I'm slamming OTC pain killers and holding a heating pad to my face.  Not pleased.  I am going to try acupuncture for relief and Monday can not come soon enough.

I purchased a new vehicle today.  I'm downsizing to a hybrid Highlander.  This baby better be solid.  I'm kind of exhausted from worrying about sylvia's lack of driving safety. I get to pick up the new vehicle on Tuesday.  I haven't named the new one yet. She's blue, so I'll be thinking about some good blue names for a car.  Lil sis suggested Indigo, but I think that might be too fancy.  I'm not feeling terribly inspired, so I'm leaning towards Blue.  I can go Bleu for a french flair.  I have two days to figure this out.  I met some interesting salesmen along the way.  A few were very nice a couple were so slimy that I wouldn't want to buy a car from them.  One was so rude (mercedes) that I am actually going to write a letter to his manager.  Afert test driving with the mercedes salesman I wouldn't have bought water from him if I was crawling out of the desert, let alone buy a car.  I also liked the honda pilot a lot but I couldn't get past the rough ride.  In the end the highlander won out because of having the best mileage in the category and I've been saying for 10 years that I would act responibly after driving huge gas guzzling trucks for so long.  I hope the earth accepts my apology and I can rise back into the ranks of good citizen again.

Matt turned 20 today.  That just blows my mind.  I went shopping with him and Evan and at one point I was following the two of them into a store and felt seriously short.  It's kind of strange to have men for sons.  Where did my babies go?!

 

Yippee?

No word from grad school. Hurray?

I successfully completed the entire first week of couch to 5K and then I redid the first day on the first day of the second week.  I think I might do the first week a few weeks over because my knees don't seem to mind and it is good interval training.  I forgot how fabulous I feel when I have exercised myself into complete sweatiness and total face flush.  Seriously!  I love the burning cheeks.  Also, somehow I feel much cleaner the rest of the day after a post workout shower.

Speaking of burning, Matt accidentally put my new replacement teapot for my old awesome teapot on the burner with the spout open so I didn't realize it was there until I smelled it burning.  I took it off the burner and stopped the burning smell but I haven't summoned the courage to look inside yet.  sigh.

Have I ever mentioned how I feel like the three kids have a secret agenda which is breaking/staining/crushing every thing I that is mine?  

dull

Still nothing from the other MFA program.  Yay?  No news is good news?  Haven't been rejected yet?

Took Josh and Evan skiing Saturday and the rest of the world did something other than skiiing so it was heavenly.  I kept saying we had our own private mountain for the day.  We'd ski down a deserted mountain, hop right on the lift and ski down a deserted mountain again.  In the 3 1/2 hours that Josh and I were skiing we went down the mountain so many times that I lost count.  My legs were so tired that night that I had to bribe, cajole and threaten them up the stairs. 

My knees seem to be holding out all right.  The right one is grumbling, but nothing intolerable.   I did complete the first week of the couch to 5k program.  Unfortunately it snowed after Josh and I did the first run so we decided to do the second run on the treadmill.  This made Josh quite happy since he could go his own speed and also the treadmill faces the TV.  When it came time for the third run I wanted to go outside so I could kill two birds with one stone and take bear bait with us but Josh wanted to revisit the treadmil, so I went outside with bear bait while Josh stayed inside on the treadmil.  I really pushed myself.  I came home dripping sweat with bright red cheeks and burning lungs and Josh didn't even break a sweat.  I guess strolling on the treadmill is better than being planted on the couch. I'm going to encourage him and encourage him and hope that he finds his way to doing more.

Matt is home and can not hide his unhappiness at being home.  He wants to be productive.  I tried to explain to him that my window of opportunity for fun starts at 7:30 AM and ends around 3 and that if he sleeps until 1 in the afternoon each day that it is not possible for me to have any meaningful fun filled outings with him, but he walked away from me.  Didn't want to hear that he was contributing to his own funk.

The fun never freaking ends.

I miss the days when I was the shining star to my kids.

torn

Still no word from Hartford.   I am taking the "no news os good news" stance because I suspect that if they dismiss you they shoot out an email on the spot.  I figure I was written off by Yale in the first round since I found out in early February!  

In the mean time I am all worked up into a frightened lathering mess about driving Sylvia since what is wrong with her now is a ball bearing issue and I recall how frightened Josh's bus driver was when the same issue happened to their school bus and he lost control and rolled to the side of the road.  I can't go on the highway with Sylvia anymore, and really I'm trying to only use her when I shuffle bear bait to and from the fields because I don't want to let her into Matt's car too much.  (hard to clean fabric seats)   

I'm not emotionally prepared to buy a new vehicle and I am having such problems making a decision.  I feel like between bear bait and the kids it's stupid to go luxury, but I am also so damned tired of driving a rickety old filthy truck.  I was so hoping Sylvia would just outlast bear bait.  Every time she hops up onto the seat she leaves a smattering of gray dirt and black hair.  Ick. Also, all the windows are coated on the inside with dog drool and even if I clean the windows it will only last until the next time she hops in.  Also, I am still occasionally hauling around 4-5 kids so that third row sure comes in handy and if I weren't hauling kids I wouldn't even worry about that third row.  Such a dilemma!  

we ran

This morning I saw Evan off to school and got back in bed. Since Josh wasn't up yet (now they have different vacation schedules) I decided to catch a few more ZZZ's and I konked out until 10 o'clock!  Josh woke up right around the same time and since we were both being as lazy as can be we layed around talking about things like the Tough Mudder, which we decided we couldn't do due to the barbed wire.  I'm not taking any chances.  We did however find a 5k zombie run, where you try to outrun people dressed as zombies who try to pull flags off your belt.  If they manage to pull all the flags off your belt you still finish the race, you just finish as a zombie, and you get a zombie medal instead of a regular medal.  Once you finish the race you can then dress as a zombie and try to grab flags off of the rest of the runners.  It sounds so fun that Josh as I put on exercise clothes, redownloaded a running app onto my latest iphone, grabbed bear bait, headed for the track and did day 1 of a 5k program.  We'll be doing that day 1 for a week or two, but I am proud of the two of us for getting our lazy selves off the couch and doing something sweat inducing.  I'm especially proud of Josh.  He is not naturally inclined.

plentiful

I took a 2 day workshop in cliche verre and now I have mad new skills under my belt. Watch out world, here I come!  

haha

Now I need people who are willing to pose for me.

Actually, what I need is for freaking Hartford to give me an answer!  I met a man today who teachers photography to latch key under priviledged kids and is interested in hiring me!  I told him I just needed to find out if I'm going to grad school or not.  But now I am wondering exactly what kind of commitment he is looking for and if I can do both.  I used to love teaching.  I especially love teaching art.  Hmmmm.

I did call Hartford Friday but it was 4:30 and no one answered the phone.  I just have this niggling feeling that they forgot to tell me if they want me or not and it's probably not a good thing.  What ever.  I handled two rejections by Yale, I can handle anything.

I saw a high school production of A Chorus Line last night.  I've been singing "Tits and Ass" all day.  I have no shortage of anything these days.  Especially tits.

marketing me

I took the plunge.

If you are so inclined please go browse, tell your friends, link me on your blog, like me on facebook, what ever!  I need some traffic!  

Also, I will be adding prints as fast as I can crank them out.  Which isn't too fast right now since Josh is off from school this week and next.  I found some plates I never editioned.  I'm pretty psyched.  I hope they are still in good condition.  So if birds aren't your thing there might be some smoking hot Roman statue prints coming soon.

PS I am going to redo the poor quality photos shortly.  So don't all rush in at once.  We wouldn't want to crash Etsy or anything.  (HA HA HA)

Hope you like it Mitsy!

 

in the rear

Looks like the end is near for sylvia.  Took her in for a routine oil change today and there is a ball bearing issue.  You know what they say (or at least my husband says every time he gets the chance) about 95% of someone's medical costs occuring in their last year of life? (something along those lines) We are already way too many bucks in deep here.  Problem is, I am not emotionally prepared to start over with another vehicle.  I asked Evan for hs opinion and he picked out several over priced luxury SUVs for me to look at.  

That's another quandry.  I'm totally cheap, but the husband drives some seriously nice german engineering and every time I get behind his wheel I do enjoy the ride.  

I think it all breaks down to a worthiness issue, which is obviously an issue that needs to be addressed on the therapist's couch.  Also, I'd rather bank the difference in cash.  I am fond of large bank accounts.  

The thought of being confused when trying to put the wipers on or program the GPS does not appeal.  However, the thought of a not crusted with dog hair/dirt filth mode of transportation does appeal.  If I do get a new vehicle I'm getting a rubber liner in the rear and a dog fence to keep her in the rear.  Sorry bear bait.

c.r.a.v.i.n.g

I check my mail on my phone and when there is still no news from the other MFA program I check my mail on my computer JUST IN CASE.  No news yet.  Which I guess is good, because , like Yale, if they laughed at my age and maternal status and didn't even consider me, I might have found out in the first round.  Right now I want to be tremendously successful just so I can SPITE Yale, because one day I will publicly (and hopefully for a publication) recount my quest for an advanced degree and laugh about thinking Yale was THE highway to success.  Silly 'ol me.

In other news, I look so bad right now that if I were my own friend I would run up to me arms outstretched in case I fainted yelling "Are you okay?  Are you okay?"   I did stay up late last night watching 50/50 because Joseph Gordon-Levitt, if I ever had a star crush he'd be the one, and maybe you could say I am tired, but not so tired to be this odd sickly color.  We'll see what happens next!!  Hurray for tomorrow!!  I feel like I could see how many peppermint patties I could eat before experiencing mint induced brain freeze.  BTW, that commercial does not work at all with a brown eyed girl.  Did you notice too?

Tomorrow I am going to bite the bullet and actually put my etsy store on line.  It's all there in preview mode right now.  I'm going to take the leap.  Too bad I can't leap into a big pool sized slushie right now.  I prefer chemical blue or cherry, just in case someone wants to fulfill a fantasy or something.

Josh has the next two weeks off from school for spring break.  Fingers crossed that spring is really here when he goes back.  I wish I could do some special things with him over the break but Evan has school and also Josh's after school activities are all running so we only have the mornings free and he loves to lounge around in a bathrobe.  He kind of looks like that crazy  mobster who walked around little italy in a bathrobe to avoid jail time.  As soon as I find a freighter full of chocolate and eat every single piece.  I hope it's a freighter full of 3 musketeers bars, because that would be heaven.  I kid.  I'm about 12 minutes away from pajamas, so I'll have to make due with what ever I can scrape out of the back of the kitchen cabinet.  

I fell off the wagon again this weekend.  Just a little on Saturday and then a total free fall on Sunday.  I'm thinking it might be hormonal.  Aunt Flo should be visitng soon.  That might explain my pallor as well.  The tough thing about thinking there is a legitimate excuse for my cravings is going to not cave in to them.  If there were a 50 pound can of m&m's near by I'd eat them until I developed my own colorful candy shell.  Kind of like Violet in Charlie in the Chocolate factory, except without the back story or little orange men to roll me away.

 

 

Good day still worried

Went skiing with Josh and Ev today. Luckily two of Evan's friends were there for him because Josh and I are the bunny hill type. Evan is a good skier. I'm so tired I could melt into the couch.

I'm totally anxious about hearing from the other university. They said second week in March. I am compulsively checking my email. I wish they could know how badly I want it.

I'm too scared to walk on the lake even though its so frozen there are snowmobiles zooming by. Maybe that is how I met my demise in a previous life. My fear is almost irrational. Definitely too big for a city girl who never even stood on a frozen lake until the tender age of 20.

I'm taking a workshop in a printing process called cliche verre. I'm extra psyched because it might also help me to express the color of voices when I get that project underway. I'm ridiculously in overdrive thinking about this project.