So, in my family there are 3 of us "kids". I am the oldest, 1 sister, 1 brother. And in my family, I am the only Taurus in a family of Pisces...which is both good and bad, but more on that another day. For now, as you can probably guess, in my family everyone has a birthday within a 2 week time frame. So, we always do the big family birthday get-together meal in lieu of everyone jumping around every couple of days for two weeks straight. Well, that meal was tonight. My mom made her famous Navajo tacos and I may not eat for several days it was so good...but with Kennedy all tucked in my thoughts have turned to the conversation of the evening, which was lively and often hilarious, but my sister-in-law, who does a lot of the talking, has quite a potty-mouth on her. Now don't get me wrong...I used to speak like a sailor myself...but then I had a kid...and like everything else in life, that changed. It did not change for my sister-in-law. And it would even be one thing if the kids were outside playing or something. But they were not tonight. Tonight they were in the same room with all of us playing their little handheld games and taking in every word. I guess I just can't help second (and third and fourth) guessing myself for not, at some point, asking her to tone it down. I should have. Shouldn't I? I should have taken a stand. Shouldn't I? My problem is this...we have had some serious family "issues" of late between us siblings and each other's spouses that somehow or another have left me feeling like I need to try to keep the peace at all costs. I used to love being with my family cause it was the one place I could really be myself...let it all hang out so to speak...and it was ok...more than ok. It was embraced. I was embraced for being me! Which, let me tell you, does not happen just everywhere with everyone. I felt safe with them. And I don't anymore.
Ok, well, writing that just really helped me figure all that out...wow! Lightbulb moment here!
But I guess what is still sitting in the pit of my stomach like a rock is that I am disappointed with myself for not just throwing what is left of me to the wolves and taking a stand for my child, and for my nieces, who cannot choose what goes into their little minds. Oh, you say, maybe she just wasn't thinking and once it was brought to her attention she would have been quite embarrassed and stopped immediately. Wrong. It would not have been well received. At all. That is the way she speaks. Period. She already so does not "get" me, and we
were having fun, so I am quite sure she would not have been the only one to attack me for ruining the evening, and their attacks are never over quickly, and not easily forgotten by anyone. They hurt badly...for a long, long time. But I should have done it anyway. Shouldn't I? Man, whoever it is that has my copy of "Everything You Need to Know About Parenting and Maintaining Relationships of All Kinds While Doing It" please give me a call! I could really use that book 'bout now!
Happy Birthday, Misty.
I am just a little excited about Artfest. Ha! This is what I refer to as my "Artfest Inspiration Station". It is not in the Art Room, nor is it in the new studio. 
This is (and has been) on top of an old peely-paint sideboard in my dining room (which is open with the kitchen and living, so a common space) for well over a month now. No one else "gets" it. Well, Eric, my significant other, said it looked very "Amy" so I guess he does get it...but most everyone else just stands and stares and walks away with a blank look on their face...even when I try to explain what Artfest IS and why I am so excited about it....no dice. Whatever. Everything here makes me happy to see it. Each tiny little thing has a story to tell, and well, soon I'm just gonna need a bigger spot cause since these pictures were taken I have found a hedgehog, (yeah!) (Gotta love Kohl's, man...never know what yer gonna find!) another tiny owl or two...you get the idea. Don't you? Please tell me that Ya'll u
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nd this...that I am not the only dorkus-malorkus this excited!
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