Two Weeks Later...

(Pretend there is a very charming picture of me here...can't get blogger to upload images)

...Yeah, I'd like to thank the thunderstorm that knocked out our server last week. It prevented me from making my Monday post. Did ya miss me?

So lots of stuff has happened.

I met one of the bloggers, Joshua Remington, at Florida Campmeeting a week ago Thursday. It was a surprisingly brief encounter considering both our ability for effusing. Camp was great and I also enjoyed spending special time with my mom (in-law) Marcia Ballestero as we celebrated birthdays a day (and 29 years) a part. July 16th is her birthday and mine is the 17th. July is an expensive month. Last Monday I began to compile my birthday list for ninetyandnine readers at large. Oh don't worry! No requests or hopes for world peace. I gave that one up as soon as I had my third child. I see them and I know why there is no world peace. But indulge me patient readers...Monday will pass soon enough and the other lovely bloggers will fill your heads full of much more heady subject matter.

Birthday List:
1. To write a song like "Anyway".
The song communicate pain/love/disappointment so succinctly. The chorus is easy to sing, easy to remember and has what I can only liken to symmetry. Kudos to the writers: Martina McBride/Brad Warren/Brett Warren.

2. To live by my art.
Yeah, yeah I know. We all can’t be the McGruders. But I sure would like to be able to pay more than just my kid’s birthday parties with a royalty check now and then! All kidding aside, to be honest, few are able to support themselves by their art. To be able to support oneself by what they are truly gifted at is for a majority of people like me likened to a hologram. It seems like it could be a reality, but the closer you get to it you find it’s not.

3. To be able to eat innumerable carbs.
(Self explanatory)

Well, after much feasting and traveling and partying I must admit that I haven't given much thought to deeper depths on the subject of music or otherwise. I'm in the midst of all things summer (read as: "I spend all day on the Slip and Slide") and my melancholy thoughts are being drowned out by high-pitched voices screaming in unison for Koolaid. Here's hoping next week I can quote Corinthians, Prouste, and paragraphs of Mere Christianity or something. I'm having a hard enough time remembering proper nouns...(let's see, it's cold, tall, holds ice cream and frozen spinach... Ah yes! The refrigerator! Reach in there and hand me an Italian Ice would you?) Cheers!