I have friends that are musicians, painters, woodworkers, writers and myriad other amazing artists. I think I hate them. Seriously... I hate them.
OK, so hate may be a strong word, but rabid jealously might be a good description! I try to paint... ummm, I suck. Anyone that knows me knows that I am NOT a musician nor a singer. (Though I do like to pretend that I could rock a sold out show when I'm in the car all by myself.) Wood carving? No way... I am a klutz and as bad as I am at 2D art, I learned long ago that I am even worse at 3D. So, I'm kind of out of "talents".
I used to be well known for a skill that will remain unmentioned, but I still don't think that counts as a "talent".... and besides, even that's a little rusty these days! I have been married a very long time.
Wait... I've got it. Perhaps my talent is amassing talented friends. Does that even count? I'm claiming it! And since I have so many, I must be VERY talented!
Take that, talented friends!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I Want to be a TV
"What is up with you unappreciated pretty girls?"
Pretty? Really? OK, get past that... I hate that I still like hearing that, but seriously, what's a girl to do? We're programmed to get a little goofy at those words. I don't get it, it's not like we had much to do with it. Pretty much, we should just thank our parents for good genes... but that's another subject all together.
"Unappreciated pretty girls"---Think about that quote for a minute... think about all the implications of that... What should be appreciated? The pretty part? It's the only adjective in the statement so that's really the only logical conclusion.
"Pretty" is not appreciated, because what is there to appreciate in pretty? Wallpaper is pretty, flowers are pretty, even puppies are pretty. Pretty is not startling or amusing, or even really noticeable. Pretty is our way of describing something pleasantly bland... "Beauty" is different, because beauty is shocking in it's own way, but even the effect of beauty wears off eventually. Think of the paintings or photographs in your house... They're there because you once though of them as pretty, or even beautiful. How often do you look at them? How often do you "appreciate" them? They're invisible after a little while, because your eye just skims right over them. They belong there, they blend in.
Now, lets consider your TV and your computer. Are they beautiful? No. Are they pretty? No. You know what they are? They are entertaining and useful and current and constantly changing. Unless you choose to, you never have to look at the same thing twice. So, they are what? NOT boring.
To hell with pretty... Pretty isn't allowed to change. Pretty is stuck in a box or a frame and never allowed to grow. I want to be the human equivalent of a TV!! Constantly changing, entertaining, and different from day to day. Do you know why? Because that is appreciated and SEEN.
Wow, that sounds pretty, "Look at me, I'm awesome!", but that's not the intent. I really mean, "Hey, don't ignore me!!" Maybe I'm awesome, maybe I'm not, but what I am is HERE and I just want to be noticed.
Whining done.
Pretty? Really? OK, get past that... I hate that I still like hearing that, but seriously, what's a girl to do? We're programmed to get a little goofy at those words. I don't get it, it's not like we had much to do with it. Pretty much, we should just thank our parents for good genes... but that's another subject all together.
"Unappreciated pretty girls"---Think about that quote for a minute... think about all the implications of that... What should be appreciated? The pretty part? It's the only adjective in the statement so that's really the only logical conclusion.
"Pretty" is not appreciated, because what is there to appreciate in pretty? Wallpaper is pretty, flowers are pretty, even puppies are pretty. Pretty is not startling or amusing, or even really noticeable. Pretty is our way of describing something pleasantly bland... "Beauty" is different, because beauty is shocking in it's own way, but even the effect of beauty wears off eventually. Think of the paintings or photographs in your house... They're there because you once though of them as pretty, or even beautiful. How often do you look at them? How often do you "appreciate" them? They're invisible after a little while, because your eye just skims right over them. They belong there, they blend in.
Now, lets consider your TV and your computer. Are they beautiful? No. Are they pretty? No. You know what they are? They are entertaining and useful and current and constantly changing. Unless you choose to, you never have to look at the same thing twice. So, they are what? NOT boring.
To hell with pretty... Pretty isn't allowed to change. Pretty is stuck in a box or a frame and never allowed to grow. I want to be the human equivalent of a TV!! Constantly changing, entertaining, and different from day to day. Do you know why? Because that is appreciated and SEEN.
Wow, that sounds pretty, "Look at me, I'm awesome!", but that's not the intent. I really mean, "Hey, don't ignore me!!" Maybe I'm awesome, maybe I'm not, but what I am is HERE and I just want to be noticed.
Whining done.
Kitchens and Cavemen
In the past 24 hours, Cavemen have reduced me to a giggling lump of goo... and kitchens have brought me to tears.
Ok, to explain the first part of that statement, I will have to introduce you to a game that a friend recently taught me. And while we will both admit that it is ridiculous, I dare you to actually say these things out loud and not fall into hysterics. "Caveman sad (insert a string of choice, creative profanities here)... Unga Bunga". No, it makes no sense whatsoever, but that's not the point. You can NOT do this without losing yourself in laughter. I dare you.
The kitchen thing, well, that's all about Lori McKenna. She has a song that is called "Stealing Kisses" that is... raw, powerful, phenomenal and really hits home for a middle aged mom . So, I'm sitting in line at Starbucks, getting ready to head to my daughter's soccer game... (yes, I can say "cliche", can you?) and this song comes on. Of course I've heard it before, it is my iPod after all, but for some reason this time is different. I'm actually really paying attention and it just pulls my soul out through my eyes. And remember... I'm in the freaking drive-thru at Starbucks. Great timing.
So, I'm talking to the Caveman friend, and I'm telling him about this song and how he must download some of her music because it's so incredible. He listens, because he kinda has to. Friends trust friends about that kind of stuff. And he comes back and says... "I'm sorry". What the hell??? That's an awkward response, right? He says, "I'm sorry that you feel that way... I'm sorry you're frustrated with your life right now, but remember, it's not over. It can still change any minute." Wow... Really? It took me a while to realize how to take that, but he also backed it up with how smart, funny, and generally wonderful I am. And, no, he's not trying to sleep with me!
Therefore, there will be change. Because friends trust friends about that kind of stuff. I'm working on small changes because I'm a big coward and big changes are scary, and small change number one is this blog. A little brain workout just for me! So, if you feel like you've wasted your time.... Blame the Caveman.
Unga Bunga
Ok, to explain the first part of that statement, I will have to introduce you to a game that a friend recently taught me. And while we will both admit that it is ridiculous, I dare you to actually say these things out loud and not fall into hysterics. "Caveman sad (insert a string of choice, creative profanities here)... Unga Bunga". No, it makes no sense whatsoever, but that's not the point. You can NOT do this without losing yourself in laughter. I dare you.
The kitchen thing, well, that's all about Lori McKenna. She has a song that is called "Stealing Kisses" that is... raw, powerful, phenomenal and really hits home for a middle aged mom . So, I'm sitting in line at Starbucks, getting ready to head to my daughter's soccer game... (yes, I can say "cliche", can you?) and this song comes on. Of course I've heard it before, it is my iPod after all, but for some reason this time is different. I'm actually really paying attention and it just pulls my soul out through my eyes. And remember... I'm in the freaking drive-thru at Starbucks. Great timing.
So, I'm talking to the Caveman friend, and I'm telling him about this song and how he must download some of her music because it's so incredible. He listens, because he kinda has to. Friends trust friends about that kind of stuff. And he comes back and says... "I'm sorry". What the hell??? That's an awkward response, right? He says, "I'm sorry that you feel that way... I'm sorry you're frustrated with your life right now, but remember, it's not over. It can still change any minute." Wow... Really? It took me a while to realize how to take that, but he also backed it up with how smart, funny, and generally wonderful I am. And, no, he's not trying to sleep with me!
Therefore, there will be change. Because friends trust friends about that kind of stuff. I'm working on small changes because I'm a big coward and big changes are scary, and small change number one is this blog. A little brain workout just for me! So, if you feel like you've wasted your time.... Blame the Caveman.
Unga Bunga
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