Saturday, January 31, 2015

What's Your Fave Color on Superbowl Sunday?

Well its that time of year again.  Tomorrow is the big game!!  Superbowl Sunday.  I wrote this post last year, but it is still good for a smile.  I did add a little update at the end.

Y'all will be surprised when you figure out that this post is not about painting.  Not about furniture. Not about art.  Nope, it is about football.  Those who know me personally know that the extent of my knowledge regarding the game of football includes touch downs and field goals, and sadly that's about it.  When my son played I had to pretend I knew what was going on.  One game when Mr. Flower Child wasn't there to explain everything to me I completely missed Flower Bud playing altogether.  At the end of the game I was trying to comfort him because he didn't get to play when he says "Mom, I played the whole second half, I played nose guard!"  Oops!  I tried to cover my you-know-what and immediately responded "Oh!  Well, that's why I didn't see you because you always play in that other position."  Secretly I'm thinking "Oh crap!"  and then I was thinking "What the heck is a nose guard? and what is that other position he normally plays?  crap, crap, crap, totally messed up on this one."  I tried to tell him that I had missed seeing him go in because I was giving play-by-plays via text to his daddy.  Pretty sure he didn't fall for it, but hey, what else are you supposed to say to your child when you've already admitted that you didn't even know he was in the game????  That was the night I knew I had to get my act together and learn about this game that my son enjoyed playing so much.


But, then I was saved because he started high school the next year and while he had planned to play football AND do band AND do the IB program, the high school told him differently so he had to make a choice.  He agonized for weeks, but then he finally chose band.  Secretly I was glad.  Mainly because I no longer had to worry about him getting hurt, but selfishly I was relieved that I didn't have to actually learn all those dang rules.  I could stick with my normal plan of action.  Pick the team with the colors I liked best, or the cutest quarterback.  Seriously, that's what I do.  I mean other than the Auburn Tigers and the Fairhope Pirates, I could care less. 


I love going to the games.  I love the atmosphere and the socialization.  I like going to the parties  and tailgating because there is always yummy food.  But the only time I have ever really paid attention to what was happening on the field was when my son was on it, and then only so I could make sure he didn't get hurt and so I could take pictures.  (In the pic below he is #73)


So tonight at the dinner table the subject of "the" game comes up.  Mr. Flower Child and Flower Bud are discussing logistics and what-not when I pipe in and say that I just didn't know who I was going to pull for.  They kindly stop and look at me so I continue.  I explained that I thought that I had it all figured out because you know the Broncos had my favorite colors of orange and blue AND that yummy Peyton Manning.


But then I found out that the Seahawks had Derrick Coleman on their team and I so admired his determination and the fact that he never gave up even when they told him he couldn't play football because he was deaf.  And, although their colors aren't blue and gold, they are blue and lime green and lime green is like my all time fave color.  


Mr. Flower Child politely says, well now, that is a good reason to pull for a team, and then continues his conversation with Flower Bud.

Yep, they love me.

So this year I'm still in a dilemma.  Once again, I thought I had it all figured out.  I mean, hey I'm patriotic and everything, but of course you know I love the Seahawks colors way better!!  And then I found out that the Patriots had that super yummy Tom Brady.  *sigh*


Decisions decisions, just how is a girl supposed to decide?

So which team has your favorite colors?

Peace-n-Luv!
Debbie

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Following God's Guidance

Well you all have probably noticed I haven't posted much lately.  I know, no big surprise there!  haha!  I have been taking a little break.  I not only needed it physically, but mentally.  Back in the early fall I began having some issues with my elbow.  Basically it was "tennis elbow," but we jokingly referred to it as "painter's elbow."  Well, I thought it was something simple, would go away in a couple of weeks and I'd be back on track.  WRONG!  Groovy people I am still dealing with it!!  My doctor has tried all kinds of things, even sent me to a neurologist who said my nerves were fine, but I'm pretty sure my family would disagree - haha!  but the nerves in my arm are fine, which is a good thing, except that means this is something that I basically have to live with.  It is apparently a very severe case that may take several more months before it heals.  My doctor says that once it heals in all likelihood something will set it off again.  Why am I telling you all this?  Well because this means no more furniture.  At least for a while.  He really thinks all the furniture and painting the inside of my house is what caused it and the chances are likely that it will happen again.  

So all this time I have been thinking and praying, asking God for his guidance.  I really feel that it is His way of telling me to concentrate on art.  For whatever reason when I paint on canvas it does not bother me, I guess the movements are not as intense or strenuous.  This is actually good because art really is where my passion is!  I never intended to paint furniture, I mean I have painted furniture for 20 some-odd years, but only for myself or occasionally for a friend.  I'm really not even sure how I got started on the furniture, but before I knew it I had people lined up and it just kinda took a life of its own.  

Don't be sad groovy people. This means I will have more time to do things like this:


or this:


I'm a little nervous.  The furniture was kinda like instant money.  Sometimes it takes a while to sell a piece of art.  When it is time to make the car payment the bank can't wait for that $800 painting to sell (not that I have an $800 painting to sell, but I hope to!), they want their moola right then.  


But I'm just gonna trust the Big Guy upstairs.  


Once again I'm taking a giant leap of faith and I'm putting it all in God's hands. Isn't that what we're supposed to do anyway?  I hope you guys will continue to follow along on this new path the Lord has sent me on, and if you're the praying sort, well, I wouldn't mind a little sent my way.

Jeremiah 29:11
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope a future."

Peace-n-Luv,

Debbie

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