Pomegranate Dixie Salad is a Thanksgiving staple in the Gubler family.
It's not terribly tasty to me though.
Today was a great day. I woke up in a great mood, greeted by my mother, who my dad sprung from the hospital this morning. She wreaked of hospital, looked tired, and she was moving pretty slow thanks to recovering from surgery.
Not long after that my dad announced the our pre-Thanksgiving tradition was underway. We began chowing down on delicious snack foods, but I had to stop myself so I could start getting pretty for dinner at Sky's grandma's house. I pulled on my new blouse I bought for the occasion, curled my hair, slapped on my makeup, and pulled out my adorable new purple shoes.
He showed up looking handsome as ever, and smelling amazing. Any and all nervousness I had after arriving at Grandma's quickly melted away when I squeezed his hand and felt him standing next to me. All in all I had a great time. I hadn't been to a big family Thanksgiving dinner since I was a little girl, so it was all very exciting for me.
We eventually left to finish some Christmas lights on his house, and perused the Black Friday ads.
When it came time to say goodnight, we drove around a little, talked, laughed, and when we stopped at my house he walked me to my door, and gave me quite possibly the greatest kiss of my adult life. I felt it all the way down to my toes, and I stumbled into my house.
Great day. I'm so crazy about that redhead kid.
Keep it real readers.
The random, often far-too-honest ramblings of everyone's favorite "chicken".
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sweet Insomnia, ergo Introspection
Well readers, it's about 2:30 in the morning, and I can't sleep. It's kind of a funny story that brought me here. I forgot to take my meds for a few days, which put me in a weird mood, and I was unbelievably tired and didn't know why. I was afraid that I was coming down with some terrible disease or illness that was making me exhausted, but it turns out I was just forgetful.
When I stumbled upon this discovery earlier this evening, rather than doing the smart thing and taking the more pressing meds tonight and drugging up the rest of the way in the morning, I took everything I had missed tonight, making me feel amazingly alive and alert after a few hours.
So here we are readers. I'm blogging in the wee hours of the morning.
In these past weeks since Sky and I got back together, I've become very introspective. I've been trying to figure out what exactly is causing me to keep these walls up between him and me. Why don't I ever invite him to spend time with my family? Why can't I tell him exactly what is on my mind? Why can't we spend time at my house? Why does it feel like pulling teeth when I tell him about an event that I'm involved in? Why don't I ever let him see me cry? Why can't I trust him to be there for me and be faithful to me and not hurt me?
These are some pretty heavy questions that needed answering.
Hence the introspection. Believe it or not, I'm a rather pensive person when I'm alone. Most of the bubbliness that I'm known for is...well, to say it is an act seems to be a bit of an exaggeration. It's not an act. It's merely a more public-friendly facet of my personality. It IS genuine, however, it is more of a "tip of the iceberg" version of me.
But I digress...
In thinking about the whole keeping-my-family-separate-from-Sky thing, I realized that my whole life I was taught that home was a "safe place," and it was a place where I knew I wouldn't be hurt by those I loved--theoretically speaking of course. As some of you know that wasn't always the case. At any rate, I've always been wary of bringing people over and inviting them into what I lovingly refer as "The Curl Pod." Especially when it came to individuals I was dating. Furthermore, I was also afraid of my family getting attached to someone and then having it not work out, and suffering not only my own pain of separation and loss, but also my family's pain. I learned how possible that was the hard way from an old flame from high school. It didn't work out, and to this day, they still bring him up with a distant sadness in their voice, and it's been over five years. It's one thing to leave me, but I hate hurting my family.
When it comes to the whole trusting-him-not-to-hurt-me thing, along with the having trouble inviting him to things I'm involved in, well, my dating history is checkered at best. I've invited people I was involved with to events I was involved in and have been let down many a time. I've been stood up, or worse, he was on time...with another girl. When it comes to getting hurt, every time I've let someone in I've been left. Left for someone else, albeit another girl, and once even for a guy. I've been left because he wasn't having enough alone time, because I wasn't righteous enough, because I talked too much, and even because I didn't talk enough. Go figure.
That being said, Sky knows pretty much everything about me and I've been trying really hard to be open with him, even about the stupid things, and despite all of it, he still loves me. He doesn't understand it when I look at him with a hint of admiration and surprise in my eyes. When I say "I'm so lucky" I don't think he sees how much I mean it, or from where it's coming from.
A long time ago I made a promise to myself that if I ever started to feel this way about someone this strongly, then I was going to take them to where I was sealed to my parents, and tell them the story of that day. Moreover, I would tell them three more words I've never said to anyone. It's not like when I said "I love you," where I've said it a number of times to a number of people in varying degrees of honesty and context. There's only one degree of meaning it for me.
What are they? What are these three words that I've never said?
"I trust you."
Yeah. It's kind of a big deal, and the very idea I'm almost there gives me both a nauseous and excited feeling in my stomach, and I'm pretty sure that's not just my body's reaction to catching up to my missed medications.
Believe you me, I'll keep you posted.
Keep it real readers.
When I stumbled upon this discovery earlier this evening, rather than doing the smart thing and taking the more pressing meds tonight and drugging up the rest of the way in the morning, I took everything I had missed tonight, making me feel amazingly alive and alert after a few hours.
So here we are readers. I'm blogging in the wee hours of the morning.
In these past weeks since Sky and I got back together, I've become very introspective. I've been trying to figure out what exactly is causing me to keep these walls up between him and me. Why don't I ever invite him to spend time with my family? Why can't I tell him exactly what is on my mind? Why can't we spend time at my house? Why does it feel like pulling teeth when I tell him about an event that I'm involved in? Why don't I ever let him see me cry? Why can't I trust him to be there for me and be faithful to me and not hurt me?
These are some pretty heavy questions that needed answering.
Hence the introspection. Believe it or not, I'm a rather pensive person when I'm alone. Most of the bubbliness that I'm known for is...well, to say it is an act seems to be a bit of an exaggeration. It's not an act. It's merely a more public-friendly facet of my personality. It IS genuine, however, it is more of a "tip of the iceberg" version of me.
But I digress...
In thinking about the whole keeping-my-family-separate-from-Sky thing, I realized that my whole life I was taught that home was a "safe place," and it was a place where I knew I wouldn't be hurt by those I loved--theoretically speaking of course. As some of you know that wasn't always the case. At any rate, I've always been wary of bringing people over and inviting them into what I lovingly refer as "The Curl Pod." Especially when it came to individuals I was dating. Furthermore, I was also afraid of my family getting attached to someone and then having it not work out, and suffering not only my own pain of separation and loss, but also my family's pain. I learned how possible that was the hard way from an old flame from high school. It didn't work out, and to this day, they still bring him up with a distant sadness in their voice, and it's been over five years. It's one thing to leave me, but I hate hurting my family.
When it comes to the whole trusting-him-not-to-hurt-me thing, along with the having trouble inviting him to things I'm involved in, well, my dating history is checkered at best. I've invited people I was involved with to events I was involved in and have been let down many a time. I've been stood up, or worse, he was on time...with another girl. When it comes to getting hurt, every time I've let someone in I've been left. Left for someone else, albeit another girl, and once even for a guy. I've been left because he wasn't having enough alone time, because I wasn't righteous enough, because I talked too much, and even because I didn't talk enough. Go figure.
That being said, Sky knows pretty much everything about me and I've been trying really hard to be open with him, even about the stupid things, and despite all of it, he still loves me. He doesn't understand it when I look at him with a hint of admiration and surprise in my eyes. When I say "I'm so lucky" I don't think he sees how much I mean it, or from where it's coming from.
A long time ago I made a promise to myself that if I ever started to feel this way about someone this strongly, then I was going to take them to where I was sealed to my parents, and tell them the story of that day. Moreover, I would tell them three more words I've never said to anyone. It's not like when I said "I love you," where I've said it a number of times to a number of people in varying degrees of honesty and context. There's only one degree of meaning it for me.
What are they? What are these three words that I've never said?
"I trust you."
Yeah. It's kind of a big deal, and the very idea I'm almost there gives me both a nauseous and excited feeling in my stomach, and I'm pretty sure that's not just my body's reaction to catching up to my missed medications.
Believe you me, I'll keep you posted.
Keep it real readers.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Getting My Other Half Back
It's been a crazy week readers.
Tuesday I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and by the end of the day I was begging for forgiveness.
Wednesday I was numb with regret. I was hopped up on way too many psychotropics to even feel like myself anymore. I couldn't even maintain a thought.
Thursday I thought I was going to be OK, but every second I was alone I was crying. I eventually did pull myself together for company, but my night was wasted in sighs.
Friday we got together and tried to talk about what happened, and it didn't go very well, so there was more crying, followed by more self loathing, followed by just plain depression.
Saturday I was too exhausted to cry anymore. I was just drifting through my day, my hair not done, my makeup barely on, resigning to the fact that I had messed up too much thanks to my own fear, and I didn't think I was ever going to be happy again. I left him alone for the day, letting him hate me because I hated me.
Until he texted me.
He merely asked me if I was working, but seeing that text message, seeing it was from him, I felt tears sting my eyes and my breath caught in my throat.
We had a brief, pleasant conversation, which took a negative tone as he began to talk about his dog, who has been really sick. I expressed my concern, to which he replied how it would suck if he lost both him and me in the same week.
All I could say was I was still here.
"I know," he said.
The familiar sting came back to my eyes as I revealed my wish to take back Tuesday.
I nearly swallowed my tongue at his reply. "Maybe you can."
He told me he would be over later, and at that point I couldn't stop shaking. I thought I was going to throw up. I could barely keep my hands steady to put on a little eyeliner and lip gloss so I didn't look completely pathetic looking.
When he finally came over he asked me to go for a drive with him. I kept my hands in my lap, staring at them in anticipation.
What happened next I didn't expect.
He started telling me how different and strange I was. How he thought it was weird I liked bleu cheese and not maple bars, how I liked drawing and Lego's but not dolls and ponies as a kid, how I love to touch literally everything, whether it belongs to someone else or not.
But despite all of those weird things about me, we have all kinds of deep, important things in common, and that's important in a relationship.
He then told me what he went through the four previous days, from heartbreak to anger to confusion, to more anger.
Then we stopped.
And he told me he loved me. He really loved me, and he wants our relationship to continue. Not in a few months, not in a few weeks, but right away.
Not without a condition though. I have to trust him. I have to trust that he's not going to hurt me, and he's going to try to earn that trust.
I think that's a condition I can live with.
So we snuggled up and watched a movie. As I relaxed in his arms, I felt the safety and relief of being home.
All is right with the world once again. My heart is whole.
Keep it real readers.
Tuesday I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and by the end of the day I was begging for forgiveness.
Wednesday I was numb with regret. I was hopped up on way too many psychotropics to even feel like myself anymore. I couldn't even maintain a thought.
Thursday I thought I was going to be OK, but every second I was alone I was crying. I eventually did pull myself together for company, but my night was wasted in sighs.
Friday we got together and tried to talk about what happened, and it didn't go very well, so there was more crying, followed by more self loathing, followed by just plain depression.
Saturday I was too exhausted to cry anymore. I was just drifting through my day, my hair not done, my makeup barely on, resigning to the fact that I had messed up too much thanks to my own fear, and I didn't think I was ever going to be happy again. I left him alone for the day, letting him hate me because I hated me.
Until he texted me.
He merely asked me if I was working, but seeing that text message, seeing it was from him, I felt tears sting my eyes and my breath caught in my throat.
We had a brief, pleasant conversation, which took a negative tone as he began to talk about his dog, who has been really sick. I expressed my concern, to which he replied how it would suck if he lost both him and me in the same week.
All I could say was I was still here.
"I know," he said.
The familiar sting came back to my eyes as I revealed my wish to take back Tuesday.
I nearly swallowed my tongue at his reply. "Maybe you can."
He told me he would be over later, and at that point I couldn't stop shaking. I thought I was going to throw up. I could barely keep my hands steady to put on a little eyeliner and lip gloss so I didn't look completely pathetic looking.
When he finally came over he asked me to go for a drive with him. I kept my hands in my lap, staring at them in anticipation.
What happened next I didn't expect.
He started telling me how different and strange I was. How he thought it was weird I liked bleu cheese and not maple bars, how I liked drawing and Lego's but not dolls and ponies as a kid, how I love to touch literally everything, whether it belongs to someone else or not.
But despite all of those weird things about me, we have all kinds of deep, important things in common, and that's important in a relationship.
He then told me what he went through the four previous days, from heartbreak to anger to confusion, to more anger.
Then we stopped.
And he told me he loved me. He really loved me, and he wants our relationship to continue. Not in a few months, not in a few weeks, but right away.
Not without a condition though. I have to trust him. I have to trust that he's not going to hurt me, and he's going to try to earn that trust.
I think that's a condition I can live with.
So we snuggled up and watched a movie. As I relaxed in his arms, I felt the safety and relief of being home.
All is right with the world once again. My heart is whole.
Keep it real readers.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Gaining Some Perspective
Well readers, as most of you know already, I broke up with Sky. I explained my fears and concerns that I had, and then I calmly told him I was letting him go.
I felt melancholy, but also I felt a wave of peace come over me, like whatever was going to come of this was going to be good. Then I went on Facebook and changed my status to "single."
Then I started to cry.
And cry.
And cry.
Then I regained my composure, put on my makeup, and went to work, and I was fine...for a while.
About an hour before the end of my shift I got a text message from Sky, explaining how he was never "going through the motions" and that he actually loved me and he was saving money and looking at rings and how I must have read him wrong.
I was in the middle of the sales floor when I read that. I dropped my phone on the floor, fell to my knees, and burst into tears. My boss had never seen me cry before.
I knew at that point we weren't really over, but we had a lot of communicating to do, because clearly we were not making our intentions known. So we started talking. Mostly texting right now because I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to see my face. He's pretty hurt, which actually surprises me. I didn't think he'd do anything but carry on in his usual way. But his mother tells a different story. He's been a bit of a mess.
I don't think I'm over Sky, but I've never felt this OK after a breakup. Sure, I'm sad, but I'm not throwing things around and eating my weight in ice cream or watching sappy movies like I did after my last breakup. Then again, I was surprised by my last breakup, and moreover, I was the dumpee, not the dumper. But I don't feel like Sky and I are over, so that seems to ease the pain considerably.
I think some of the pain he's feeling is due to the fact that he thought that I was hooked, and no matter how crappy he acted, or how much he would ignore me, I would still love him and stand by him.
I'll keep you posted on how we work things out, but one thing's for sure. We have a lot of things to work out.
Keep it real readers.
I felt melancholy, but also I felt a wave of peace come over me, like whatever was going to come of this was going to be good. Then I went on Facebook and changed my status to "single."
Then I started to cry.
And cry.
And cry.
Then I regained my composure, put on my makeup, and went to work, and I was fine...for a while.
About an hour before the end of my shift I got a text message from Sky, explaining how he was never "going through the motions" and that he actually loved me and he was saving money and looking at rings and how I must have read him wrong.
I was in the middle of the sales floor when I read that. I dropped my phone on the floor, fell to my knees, and burst into tears. My boss had never seen me cry before.
I knew at that point we weren't really over, but we had a lot of communicating to do, because clearly we were not making our intentions known. So we started talking. Mostly texting right now because I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to see my face. He's pretty hurt, which actually surprises me. I didn't think he'd do anything but carry on in his usual way. But his mother tells a different story. He's been a bit of a mess.
I don't think I'm over Sky, but I've never felt this OK after a breakup. Sure, I'm sad, but I'm not throwing things around and eating my weight in ice cream or watching sappy movies like I did after my last breakup. Then again, I was surprised by my last breakup, and moreover, I was the dumpee, not the dumper. But I don't feel like Sky and I are over, so that seems to ease the pain considerably.
I think some of the pain he's feeling is due to the fact that he thought that I was hooked, and no matter how crappy he acted, or how much he would ignore me, I would still love him and stand by him.
I'll keep you posted on how we work things out, but one thing's for sure. We have a lot of things to work out.
Keep it real readers.
Monday, November 08, 2010
I've Never Felt This Confused...
I come at you from a very upsetting place readers.
I feel my heart breaking in my chest.
This past weekend Sky went out of town for black belt training, which I'm used to. He has it every month. This time was different though. He didn't talk to me the entire time he was gone, and not even when he got back. Hours after his return I finally sent him a message asking if he was alive.
Long story short, he didn't even think he'd done anything wrong. He is his own person, but to not text your girlfriend for two days is kind of messed up if you ask me. But maybe I'm just crazy like that.
Anyway, today after karate we stopped at Big Lots, and I was still fuming from the previous few days. Finally he asked me what was wrong, and I explained that being ignored for two days made me upset. His only excuse was he was busy.
That turned into a conversation where he admitted he felt something was wrong in our relationship, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was, then he started pointing out things he noticed within himself that he felt were wrong.
He never fell for me.
We always hang out at his house.
We never say what we want to say when something is wrong.
The latter two I can deal with, and can be fixed. The first one felt like a slap in the face.
Never fell? That means the last four months were....pointless. I mean, I had a feeling that he wasn't in as deep as I was, and part of me wondered if he was only with me because he wanted to have a girlfriend, and not necessarily because he wanted to be with me.
Now I know, in a way, I was right.
He cares about me, I know that for sure. But now I wonder about the "I Love You"s and the dates and the kisses. How much of it was just an act? All of it? Did love just slowly grow over time for him?
I always knew I wasn't his first choice. I know he was always into the prettier, thinner, less complicated girls in the ward before I came along, and he will likely go back to them after I'm gone.
But the last four months with him have been amazing. He's made me so happy, and we have been so great together. I've never felt better in my life, and I've never felt so strong and so confident.
He has been good to me, and good for me. I've never felt this way about anybody before, and the thought of being with someone else just feels wrong. I've never thought about marrying anyone before him. I've never said "I love you" and meant it before him.
It begs the question: What do I do?
Do I cut and run? Look for someone who loves me first? Go back to singlehood and *gulp* dating?
Or do I stay with the only man I've ever loved, give it time, allow him to figure out what all being a boyfriend entails and be patient?
I don't know. I have some serious thinking to do.
Keep it real readers.
I feel my heart breaking in my chest.
This past weekend Sky went out of town for black belt training, which I'm used to. He has it every month. This time was different though. He didn't talk to me the entire time he was gone, and not even when he got back. Hours after his return I finally sent him a message asking if he was alive.
Long story short, he didn't even think he'd done anything wrong. He is his own person, but to not text your girlfriend for two days is kind of messed up if you ask me. But maybe I'm just crazy like that.
Anyway, today after karate we stopped at Big Lots, and I was still fuming from the previous few days. Finally he asked me what was wrong, and I explained that being ignored for two days made me upset. His only excuse was he was busy.
That turned into a conversation where he admitted he felt something was wrong in our relationship, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was, then he started pointing out things he noticed within himself that he felt were wrong.
He never fell for me.
We always hang out at his house.
We never say what we want to say when something is wrong.
The latter two I can deal with, and can be fixed. The first one felt like a slap in the face.
Never fell? That means the last four months were....pointless. I mean, I had a feeling that he wasn't in as deep as I was, and part of me wondered if he was only with me because he wanted to have a girlfriend, and not necessarily because he wanted to be with me.
Now I know, in a way, I was right.
He cares about me, I know that for sure. But now I wonder about the "I Love You"s and the dates and the kisses. How much of it was just an act? All of it? Did love just slowly grow over time for him?
I always knew I wasn't his first choice. I know he was always into the prettier, thinner, less complicated girls in the ward before I came along, and he will likely go back to them after I'm gone.
But the last four months with him have been amazing. He's made me so happy, and we have been so great together. I've never felt better in my life, and I've never felt so strong and so confident.
He has been good to me, and good for me. I've never felt this way about anybody before, and the thought of being with someone else just feels wrong. I've never thought about marrying anyone before him. I've never said "I love you" and meant it before him.
It begs the question: What do I do?
Do I cut and run? Look for someone who loves me first? Go back to singlehood and *gulp* dating?
Or do I stay with the only man I've ever loved, give it time, allow him to figure out what all being a boyfriend entails and be patient?
I don't know. I have some serious thinking to do.
Keep it real readers.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Crazy November
The end is near, dear readers. The end of 2010, that is.
Well, Halloween was last weekend, which involved a pretty awesome trip to Frightmares with some friends and Sky, and now November is in full swing.
Last Thursday was my possible future niece MaKinli's first birthday, which turned out to be super fun. I was really nervous at first, but after a few minutes of acclimating, and internally blushing from my ears to my toes when he mentioned her gift from "the both of us," I started to feel much better. I took the opportunity to fall into the background a little bit and watch Sky's family interact with one another, which I love doing, and it helped me gain a little perspective, as well as take mental notes for future reference on particular family members. (for gift ideas mostly) Plus they had Rainbow Chip AND German Chocolate Cake, which I washed down with a delicious glass of Apple Juice and some Cookies & Cream ice cream. Awesome.
Sunday we "Fall Back," so don't forget. Extra hour of sleep!
This coming Thursday is my mother's birthday. I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to say how old she is, but let's just say if I told you, you likely wouldn't believe me. She looks terrific. I picked out her gift at work today, and I'm pretty sure she's going to like it. I didn't go Christmas thoughtful on it, but I'm still pretty proud of it.
The following Thursday is Sky's brother-in-law's birthday. I'm not sure what's going on for that, or if I will have anything to do with it, so I'm going to put that thought on one of the back burners for now.
The Wednesday after that my mother is having surgery. I'm not sure if I'm at liberty to discuss it, so I'm just going to tell all of you, my dear readers anyway. She's having a hysterectomy. I've never seen my mother so excited to have any sort of procedure/surgery/doctor visit in my life. It's funny to see her so giddy.
Bear in mind, that's the DAY before Thanksgiving, which I will be spending with Sky's family. His whole family. Including Grandma Gube. Nothing to be concerned about, right? Well, I'm nervous nonetheless.
The following Monday I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed. It's about time. They've been throbbing for ages, and I'm pretty sure I'll go into liver failure from all of the pain meds I've been taking if I don't get them out soon. I'm pretty sure I'm kidding....at least I hope I am.
Two days of narcotic-induced fuzz later, and we're looking at December, and I have a feeling things are going to get interesting.
So I'm gift planning now. I'm thinking of picking up some canvases and making some art pieces for a few people, including part of a three-piece project I've begun the early stages of development on and have really high hopes for that I will likely be giving to Sky. I'd love to disclose the title, but it would totally give it away, and I don't want to jinx it. All I can say is that I'm super excited about it. I'm thinking I'll make another one for my parents, but I'm pretty much blank there right now. I'm sure I'll come up with something.
I'm just getting really suddenly inspired to create. I haven't felt this way about my art in a long time, and I'm really anxious to get started.
Anyway, this has turned out to be quite a novella.
Keep it real readers.
Well, Halloween was last weekend, which involved a pretty awesome trip to Frightmares with some friends and Sky, and now November is in full swing.
Last Thursday was my possible future niece MaKinli's first birthday, which turned out to be super fun. I was really nervous at first, but after a few minutes of acclimating, and internally blushing from my ears to my toes when he mentioned her gift from "the both of us," I started to feel much better. I took the opportunity to fall into the background a little bit and watch Sky's family interact with one another, which I love doing, and it helped me gain a little perspective, as well as take mental notes for future reference on particular family members. (for gift ideas mostly) Plus they had Rainbow Chip AND German Chocolate Cake, which I washed down with a delicious glass of Apple Juice and some Cookies & Cream ice cream. Awesome.
Sunday we "Fall Back," so don't forget. Extra hour of sleep!
This coming Thursday is my mother's birthday. I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to say how old she is, but let's just say if I told you, you likely wouldn't believe me. She looks terrific. I picked out her gift at work today, and I'm pretty sure she's going to like it. I didn't go Christmas thoughtful on it, but I'm still pretty proud of it.
The following Thursday is Sky's brother-in-law's birthday. I'm not sure what's going on for that, or if I will have anything to do with it, so I'm going to put that thought on one of the back burners for now.
The Wednesday after that my mother is having surgery. I'm not sure if I'm at liberty to discuss it, so I'm just going to tell all of you, my dear readers anyway. She's having a hysterectomy. I've never seen my mother so excited to have any sort of procedure/surgery/doctor visit in my life. It's funny to see her so giddy.
Bear in mind, that's the DAY before Thanksgiving, which I will be spending with Sky's family. His whole family. Including Grandma Gube. Nothing to be concerned about, right? Well, I'm nervous nonetheless.
The following Monday I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed. It's about time. They've been throbbing for ages, and I'm pretty sure I'll go into liver failure from all of the pain meds I've been taking if I don't get them out soon. I'm pretty sure I'm kidding....at least I hope I am.
Two days of narcotic-induced fuzz later, and we're looking at December, and I have a feeling things are going to get interesting.
So I'm gift planning now. I'm thinking of picking up some canvases and making some art pieces for a few people, including part of a three-piece project I've begun the early stages of development on and have really high hopes for that I will likely be giving to Sky. I'd love to disclose the title, but it would totally give it away, and I don't want to jinx it. All I can say is that I'm super excited about it. I'm thinking I'll make another one for my parents, but I'm pretty much blank there right now. I'm sure I'll come up with something.
I'm just getting really suddenly inspired to create. I haven't felt this way about my art in a long time, and I'm really anxious to get started.
Anyway, this has turned out to be quite a novella.
Keep it real readers.
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