it’s who i am
So what have I been up to since the last time I blogged? Hmm Last weekend I went to camp with T. It was supposed to be sleep over camp but somehow the plans got screwed up and Ts’ patrol had to commute daily. It was ok. The drive was absolutely beautiful. Friday, G and I took T and a few friends to camp. After we dropped them off G and I went to the store and got popsicles- cause it was just that kind of an evening. We opened the box before we even got out to the store and were on seconds when we got into the car. (sugar free popsicles aren’t so bad). The weekend was just a lot of fun. T talked me into climbing on the monkey bridge that they made. I was one of the only adults to cross it and that gave me major cool points with the boys. ha ha
So that pesky 1/2 pound I couldn’t get rid off is GONE plus it’s 6 little other friends. Ah it’s nice to see that scale moving again. i can’t really say it’s ‘will power’ I just don’t really get a thrill out of eating anymore. In fact if I could take a pill to fill me up, I would.
My fellow art students had the ‘war’ art show. I heard it was just amazing. Made me warm and fuzzy inside to hear about the paintings and when my friend told me about he had such contagious passion for it. I’m going to go and see it sometime next week. I had another dream last night that I was in art school and painting. I had a ‘boss’ who was paying me to paint and he said something to me about loving my abstract art- and I said ‘it’s not only what i do, it’s who i am.” dreams are crazy sometimes.
T is going through a bunch of stupid issues with this girl at his school. Her mother is the irrational person I referred to in my last blog. I know it’s a lesson he has to learn and I have to learn to let him learn it on his own. it’s just so hard and I’m just so done with the stupid games she plays and the lies her mother believes. Makes me appreciate caller ID and pain killers. 
We are going camping again this weekend. T has a 13 mile bike ride that he and Mick are going on. G and I are ‘riding’ the Scion and carrying gear and scouts that poop out on the way. I’m excited.
well my old man just got home.
T