Seems much of the mid-west and eastward in North America are having their tushes frozen off by Mother Nature. Or Jack Frost. Or whoever is responsible for turning the thermostat down to sub-zero digits. I also happen to have an issue with the term “windchill”, a concept clearly dreamed up by sadistic, impotent meteorologists.
“Hey! Joe Weatherman! It’s not OUR fault your life isn’t turning out like you planned. Stop creating terms to further shove our choice of abodes down our throat okay?!? We don’t need to know it’s -33°C outside. Anything below -10°C is just fucking cold. Let’s leave it at that shall we??”
Yes. Well. With that off my chest. I’ll bring you something funny. And then something profound. Because I’m generous that way.
First. The funny thing. Is this not the silliest thing you’ve ever seen in your life? Not to mention anything with a Wizard of Oz reference rocks the free world. I would seriously consider getting Boston Terriers and dress them up this way. Every. Day.
Boston Terriers? or Flying Monkeys? You be the judge!
… as an aside if you haven’t figured it out already, the REASON I’m rather verbose today is that my studio is several degrees below hell freezing over. Art will not be happening this day. Moving on…
I have a serious feedlist that I try to keep up-to-date on. One name that I so look forward to seeing bolded (read: NEW post – be still my beating heart!) is Marylinn Kelly. I think I happened upon her blog through Lisa Hoffman. But don’t quote me on that. You know how it is. You read someone’s post. It has links. You click. Three hours later, the kids are screaming for supper and the sky has turned dark. Or maybe that’s just me. Anyway. Marylinn is an artist, designer. But it is her wordsmithing that has captured my heart. She manages to put into words what I don’t even realize I’m thinking … feeling.
In her latest post she’s talking about memories, specifically vacationing with family, driving in the proverbial station wagon loaded down with punchy children and equally punchy parents. Her story evolves from there. You need to read it.
But it was the last line that gave me that, “OMG! Yes! EXACTLY!” moment. Less a lightbulb moment than an ultimate truth moment. And honestly when you’re handed one of those. Pay attention. The Universe is speaking to you.
Perhaps all our experiences are mystical, we only mistake them for ordinary since processing them seems beyond our skill.
That’s all I have to say about that. *swoon*
Well of course I am over ther like a shot…
already love her..
Jen, You are an angel of the first degree (Van Morrison’s “Tupelo Honey”) to be so generous with your recommendation and you have given me a gift greater than you may know, by acknowledging my words and the moments of having been given just the right ones to say what I feel, even if it only happens…sometimes. What matters is that it happens at all and to hear you tell me and your readers that this has taken place, my heart dances. Thank you.
Aw shucks, Marylinn. Just callin’em as I sees’em. xoxo