Well, I'm sure it could get a lot more complicated, but I'm not going to think about that right now. For anyone who thinks I don't do much by being a stay-at-home mom - think again. This week alone I have been so busy I have completely neglected my laundry and now it looks like Mount Rushmore at the entrance to my laundry room. Not good. I know what I am going to be doing this weekend. I bet you can't guess.
Often glurge is long on inspiration and short on truth, so it is refreshing to encounter a story that reports the facts with little (if any) embellishment.
The story that now circulates in email was drawn from former Gov. of Arkansas Mike Huckabee’s March 2nd, 2007 address to the Conservative Political Action Conference in Wash. DC. It recounts events from the first day of classes in Fall 2005 for students enrolled in Martha Cothren’s military history class at Joe T. Robinson High School in Little Rock.
Beth, you look fan-tas-tic girlfriend. I am really diggin those shoes. Hope you had a fun night out. You looked so good I just had to share your video with everyone. I know - my bad.
Here I was with the boys sitting in my art studio (today is Art Day for our homeschooling schedule) and Adolf went nuts barking at the front window. "What's ya barking at boy?" I said as I got up from my chair. I looked out the front window and saw the UPS truck backing into our driveway. "Bob! The UPS man is here, can you see what he has for us?"
Well, I'm sure it could get a lot more complicated, but I'm not going to think about that right now. For anyone who thinks I don't do much by being a stay-at-home mom - think again. This week alone I have been so busy I have completely neglected my laundry and now it looks like Mount Rushmore at the entrance to my laundry room. Not good. I know what I am going to be doing this weekend. I bet you can't guess.
It was a spooky night last night. The moon was full, the clouds were blowing by, and we could hear goblins in the dark just waiting to get their hands into our candy.
This is not my calling in life. Or, maybe it is. I have no idea anymore. My creative brain takes me in so many different directions that I imagine that I am on some dusty intersection out in the country somewhere, only today, I've been saddled down with palettes.
As some of you may know, I have a small place on the web for visual artists that I call "Red Easel." It is where I share stories from my studio, tutorials, and it has emerged over the last 2 years to a nice little place for visual artists to share their stories, their tutorials, their paintings, and more. I also have listings of galleries, and I have an artist directory with over 100 artist listings if I can ever get around to finishing adding those artists that still need to be added to the directory. I even have information and resources for visual artists. A whole bunch of neat stuff in one place.
