Latelies

I spent this afternoon with 3 of my best girl friends getting lunch at La Villa and pedicures after.  Followed by a SJP movie with Jen at the dollar theater.  Winning!

My toes were in a sad state and are feeling much happier wearing their Dulce de Leche color.  You know it's bad when your feet are catching the sheets because they are so rough. :(  That's what a job where you stand for 12 hours will do for you.  Silky smooth now, baby.

Shea and I are back to Nicaragua next Wed.  I have about 394809789873 things to do before we leave, so I intend to spend this week holed up in my office like a hermit.  Also, I need to flip the switch in my brain to Spanish so that I can communicate.  Communication = food.  We all know how I feel about food. haha  Audiobooks in Espanol here we come.

Can't believe this week is Thanksgiving.  In honor of that, Imma post one Giving Thanks post a day till Thanksgiving starting tomorrow. Turkey Day here we come!  Sam is making the turkey this year.  It promises to be an adventure for all of us. 

Baptism was today.  Always love that.

I still love the Backstreet Boys.  May have danced/sung to Never Break Your Heart while making dinner tonight.  True confessions part deux.

The one thing I knew about dinner going into it tonight was that it was going to involve chicken.  And bacon.  Both were successfully incorporated.

But let's be honest.  Bacon goes with just about everything.

Calling 911

Today has been a day of unintentional confrontation.  Here's one of my true confessions.  Ready?  Often, if I see something that shouldn't be happening, there's no filter.  I see it.  I confront it.  This has not always played out well in la vida de mi. 

Which brings us to this morning.  I walked into my, built in the 1800s, office building - filled with wood and paper products and flammable chemicals - to be greeted with the scent of cigarettes.  So I ran downstairs and called out the employee.  Then called his boss.  Visions of escape routes in case of a fire dancing in my head.

On the way home tonight a chevy pickup almost ran into the median wall, and then almost ran off the other side up into the bushes.  And continued to weave erratically all over the expressway.  So I called 911 on them, and ended up behind them at a stoplight, where they got out of their car....my heart rate picked up a lot....got back in.  Tried to back up on a one way street.  Cop showed up.  They tried to outrun him.  It was an old pickup.  They didn't get far. 

Good golly miss molly.  That's enough for me for one day.  I'm ready to go about my merry and peaceably ignorant life tomorrow. 

Something Beautiful This Way Comes

If I'm being honest, sometimes I get bored of the same kinds of love stories.  Same kinds of portrayals.  Same kinds of artists.  I am feeling the urge to move on in my own quest and do something different.  I have some ideas of what that might look like, but nothing is set in stone yet.  I'm going to see Jeremy Cowart in a few weeks, and I'm hoping that will spark some more creative introspection....that changes into direction. 

I read an article recently that said that vintage weddings are trending out.  Maybe.  I don't know that its the weddings that are trending out so much as the way they are photographed. 

I have a couple of projects cooking in my heart for this winter.  Can't wait. 

What is an artist, after all, if the artist doesn't say something?