Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Filling the Empty Nest

I'm feeling a little guilty.  Darn little, actually.  You see, my oldest is likely moving out around the new year.  He'll be taking the entire contents of his room with him...which leaves an EMPTY ROOM!  I suppose I should be feeling the sadness of a parent whose child is moving out of their home, but being the awful person I am, I can't help but make plans for said empty room.

Our house is small, so space is definitely a premium.  I happen to be an artist (you knew that), and I have a lot of stuff that goes along with that.  So far I've managed to organize messily kept my supplies in a very small section of our living room...and our kitchen table is my workspace.  It's a drag for all concerned.

So, space will soon be available!  I close my eyes and I can see the art space that room will become.


P.S. I will totally miss my kid living here.
P.P.S. I will absolutely totally miss my kid's kitten living here.
P.P.P.S. Please don't tell my kid how utterly and completely excited I am.

Oh, and P.P.P.P.S. Every time I imagine that room I see graffiti on at least one wall.

NFS


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

These Boots were Made for Walkin'

Well, at least my boots are.  And lucky duck that I am, my sweet mom bought me an awesome pair of new-to-me cowboy boots at a hip thrift store today.  I was all excited to talk about them when I picked up my little guy this afternoon.


Me:  "I got some new cowboy boots today."

Little guy:  "That's cool."

Me:  "Do you ever want some boots?"

Little guy:  "I don't like boots."

Me:  "Why?!?!  What's not to like about cowboy boots?"

Little guy:  "I can't actually walk in them."

Me:  "Oh, I probably trained you to think that when you were a little boy."

Little guy:  "What?"

Me:  "Yeah, when I needed to get you to slow down I'd just put cowboy boots on your feet.  You loved them and didn't even notice how much they inhibited your movement."

Little guy:  "That was mean, mom."

Me:  "Hey, that's what you get for starting walking at only eight months old.  Now that was mean, dude.  Your mama was tired!"

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