Most girls have their boy band phase when they're young, like in their tweens. Not me. I didn't really care for NKOTB and only owned their Christmas CD and a set of twin sheets. I don't even remember asking for them, I think my mom just got it for me. I didn't truly hit my boy band stride until my late teens/early 20's with the emergence of the Backstreet Boys and *Nsync.
Update 2-26: Oliver's surgery went well. To quote the vet, "It couldn't have gone better." He removed an "ugly" 4.5 cm section of his intestines and put it back together. There was a hole in his intestines that was spilling fluid out into his abdomen and he said that he "wouldn't be surprised" if that was the cause of the swollen lymph nodes So HUGE sigh of relief, although trying no to get too excited until the test results regarding the cancer come back. Thank you all for your positive vibes, I truly appreciate you!
I've started to write several posts over the couple of weeks but none of them seemed publish-worthy. There was the post about how I dropped my iPhone into the toilet and destroyed it (losing all of my Ruby videos), there was the post all the working out I've done (10 days out of the last 11), and another really random post about the giant bull crickets at my studio.
Last night was our (LAL's) monthly event at the Loudoun House. We had over 200 people attend! I spent a majority of time in my studio* talking with patrons about my work, cracking jokes about the crazy climb to get to my studio, and fending off wasps (a hazard of my space) who were apparently inspired to come around after the beautiful 60º day.
Wasps aside it was a wonderful night. The kind of night where I was so happy with everything that I felt drunk. Seriously-and I swear I hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol, only some seriously awesome empanadas. A night that made me absolutely sure that making art is what I am meant to do** and inspired me to continue to kick some ass in the studio.
So if you're stopping by the blog after chatting with me tonight thank you, you ! I hope you'll stop back again or look me up on Facebook so we can keep in touch.
*this is not where I make my work-although I wish that were possible! If you're curious you can read more about the history of the house HERE.
**because sometimes, every once in a while, I do have doubts due to a combination of my fear of failure and crazy pressure I put on myself to be uber awesome.
This weekend marked my glorious, so overdue return to the gym. Originally I had planned on starting back this week but started last Friday instead, because, why the hell not. I've gone 3 days in a row now and although I haven't lost any weight* I feel better and am pretty sure that the girls have already shrunk half a cup size. Sadly, they're always the first to go.
Being at the gym is awesome. I love it. I don't know what it is but when I am at the gym I feel powerful. It's really nice! It doesn't matter that I haven't been to the gym in at least 6 months, I still feel like the shiz. If I was doing yoga on a regular basis I'd feel like a goddess, I tell 'ya. I'm also amazed at how quickly my body adapts for working out again. Yes, I'm sore but in a hurts sooo good kind of way.
The past week have been a roller coaster of emotions. Here is my week on a scale of 1-10, 10 being super majorly happy and 1 being majorly bummed.
Saturday: I attended the H'artful of Fun event at the Kentucky Horse park with Heath. I got to dress up in my awesome Kiyonna dress rented from Gwynnie Bee, eat, drink, hang out with friends, get my picture taken on top of a giant wooden elephant, and the work that I donated got a bid and found a new home. Yay!(7)
Our cat Oliver isn't doing so well and has been staying at our vet's office overnight since Wednesday. On Monday I noticed he wasn't himself and took him in. He had a fever so they gave him a couple of shots and some antibiotics for us to give him. I brought him home that day but didn't notice any improvement so I brought him in again on Wednesday and they admitted him.
I'm not terribly adventurous when it comes to cooking. I don't hate cooking but I don't LOVE it either. There are some times when trying to figure out what to cook is so annoying that I just with that we could go all Jetson's style and down a pill.
I'm looking forward to the day when Ruby can suggest things for dinner. (you can remind me I said this in a year or so when I'm blogging about how Ruby only wants to eat _______ ) Often times I'll ask Heath, "What do you want for dinner?" and he'll say, "I don't know, whatever you want" but that's the problem! I don't KNOW what I want! Okay, well actually I'd love to have some Nagasaki's, some Masala or maybe some Sahara but you can't eat like that every day! Besides being expensive Ruby would just not allow it! You can imagine that as a 2yo she's so much fun to deal with in a restaurant.