| I've come to realize that I usually blog when I'm feeling sad, upset or otherwise not happy. Today Marc has so far: spilled his milk, stuck his hand down his diaper pulled out some poop and dropped it on the floor (first time), played with Manny's CD-ROM drive, stuck his finger on the lens of my digital camera. Edit: make that spilled his milk twice, woke up when I was putting him down for his nap, hasn't napped today yet... and he's pooped 4 times already!
::sigh::
What else... (thinking happier things now)...
For Halloween he was Tigger. A family that lived in our neighborhood gave it to me last summer because it didn't sell at their moving sale. I took him out trick-or-treating and he had fun. Liked pushing doorbells, grabbing the candy (sometimes two or three), putting it in the bag, "talking" with the person(s) at the house, attempting to get inside the houses, walking around on the sidewalks. I didn't dress up (and neither did Manny). I was sort of hoping that I would have something to dress up for, but I didn't get invited to anything... plus the one thing I did kind of want to go to would've been awkward probably since I'm not really close with anyone who went.
I carved my first pumpkin and baked the seeds.
Saw my parents last on Sunday with Estelle because it was my dad's birthday.
Some time ago Manny put on the "fancy pants" and shirt he wore on our first date to show me he could still fit in them hahaha. (He used to be way too skinny.) It was sweet and made me happy. I couldn't remember what I wore that day... and he said I was wearing jeans with some sort of swirly pattern on the sides (they were roses).
Yesterday I saw a friend and her son at the library and we talked a little bit. Was nice to see them. Haha amongst other things, she was saying how she had to check out not only books that he (Andres) wanted to read, but also books with answers to his numerous questions... like... "Why do some trees grow poisonous berries?" Wow, what a bright, curious kid. He's almost four years old by the way. And I really admire her effort to teach him; it'd be so much easier to just say, "I don't know" and leave it at that. I hope Marc is smart. |
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| Had lunch with Quyen; that was nice. Marc was a handful... wasn't that much better at home.
So... I already made an entry earlier today about being rejected for Handmade Arcade. It didn't totally take me by surprise or anything, but I was a little upset. Got over it quickly though, maybe in part because I e-mailed the director of the gallery in hopes that my work could be displayed there...
Just got out of my shower, opened my inbox and found an e-mail from her. She thanked me for showing her my art but isn't interested. I am taking this a little bit harder, maybe because it's the second time today. |
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| They said no :( I guess I'll start selling online soon (at ArtFire) and follow up with one/both of the galleries I visited... finish the things I started, hopefully have my things displayed/sold there. And I'll try again next year. |
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| Any day now...
Any day now I will hear back from the Handmade Arcade people about whether or not I was selected to be a vendor.
Really don't like Manny's taking off Fridays and working overtime Saturdays (has enough vacation that doesn't roll over to do this plus he normally gets every other Friday off anyway), but he says that's what he needs to do to get more work done since people distract him during the week.
Marc has been so difficult. Everything would be so much easier if he would just eat!
I miss having the social life I had in college. I miss my closest friends... who are now not as close in more than one sense. I miss randomly running into people I know, seeing friendly/familiar faces. I miss the Cathedral of Learning and the other buildings around campus. I miss getting half off food... especially at India Garden. I miss going clubbing. I miss FSA dance practices. I miss dancing in general. I miss flirting and having romance in my life. I miss being desired and feeling sexy. And I still miss someone and have for some time now.
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