Rusty Shakespeare by Lady-Jess
Rusty Shakespeare, a photo by Lady-Jess on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
For the Daisy Yellow prompt “rust” at daisyyellow.squarespace.com/vividlife/no-frills-prompt-23…

Supplies:

Photo by me especially for the prompt. Rainy Washington weather and a bike chain worked great.
Sharpie markers for text, golden acrylics and a big messy brush I had laying around.  Background are scraps of scrapbooking papers.

 
listpage by Lady-Jess
listpage, a photo by Lady-Jess on Flickr.

They would have you believedoodling isn’t art. I beg to differ. And I’ve heard it said Art Journaling isn’t an art. I disagree. If you create something, and it makes YOU happy. It’s art. Just like a small child with their first scribbled family drawing.

 

crown_by_Artdesigner.lvI was 7 years old when Prince Charles married Lady Diana Spencer. I was with my Mom, in a suburb of Pittsburgh, PA called Swissvale. We were there visiting friends, and were going to visit Kennywood that day. We had gotten up early, Mrs. A was making us breakfast and I was watching TV. It was the royal wedding. And to a 7 year old girl it was a real life fairy tale. Princess Diana was beautiful, the carriages, and horses and guards, it was just amazing.

I grew up with Princess Di and Prince Charles. As a child I didn’t pay much attention but as I grew older and started to understand things better I paid more attention. In a time when all the news was about bad people doing bad things, there was Princess Di, suffering in private but out there doing GOOD. The suffering we knew about was the constant bombardment of the press and paparazzi. I remember hearing grown ups saying “well she knew what she was getting into…” But how can you? You expect the press attention sure. But with Diana it was so much more than attention. It was like they were obsessed with her. They hunted her.  I heard a snippet lately on how Kate has been fully briefed on what to expect. I’m glad at least one lesson was learned from what Diana went through.

I was 23 when Princess Diana died. I was at work, in a grocery store back home. When the dairy manager told me I didn’t believe it. There had always been such crazy tabloid stories and rumors about her over the years. When I got home that evening it was on the news. I was shocked. Here, the world had a truly GOOD person, inside and out. And the paparazzi hounded her, chased her, and in the end killed her.

I hope many more lessons are learned. Clearly Prince William got to choose his own happiness. He and Kate have been together I believe for 10 years now is what I heard. They weren’t rushed to get married, they even managed to keep things pretty private.

One of my twitter friends said it best this morning…

i know it’s totally le cool to hate on why people are interested in the royal wedding. so i’m coming out: i am interested

Me too. I’m interested and I’m fully intending to watch. Because everyone needs a little fairy tale. And for me, there’s just something special about seeing it twice in one lifetime. I just hope and pray both the press and the family have taken the lessons Diana left behind to heart.  Let them live their lives, let them be happy, let them breathe.

 

Oh my ever loving goodness I haven’t blogged since forever!  Over a month! So what’s the deal? School. It’s kicking my ass. There isn’t a day I don’t have work to do. Thank goodness spring break starts next week.

Oral surgery! Lots of it, nasty, painful, omg make the pain stop oral surgery. This is me…inspired by Bell and her 30 minute Comic Tumblr thingy

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So, yeah things are  crazy. I figure I have at least another week before my mouth feels better completely. On the upside, hello hollywood smile! Meanwhile I feel kinda yucky from my pain meds so I’mma gonna go lay down.

 

I didn’t do a year in review. There wasn’t much to say. everyone knows my husband was deployed 7 months of 2010 (and 5 in 2009 to make 12). Everyone knows he came home. That was about it. And I didn’t post any New Years Resolutions because I don’t like them. Every time I’ve made them public I have failed in keeping them. The end result being, I felt like a failure. So I didn’t make any. Publicly. In my head I made a few. The first being a success if this post actually gets published. The rest to be published as they happen and not a minute sooner.

As I’m writing this it is January 6, 2011. It is four days before my classes begin. It is day two without a cigarette. There have been some really rough patches. Just in 48 hours! But I’m taking everything I have learned through deployments, child rearing, and being married and using them to assist me.

1. Pick Your Battles (parenting/Marriage)

Frustration and aggravation are the two hardest things for me. Usually when I’m ready to blow my top, I reach for my jacket, go outside, and have a cigarette to calm down. Things that usually annoy me  into a shriekfest, I’m letting go. Screw it. I don’t have the energy to deal with it, it’s not worth it.

2. It could be worse (Deployment)

I went a year without my HUSBAND. A YEAR. I can survive without my right hand man for that long, I can survive without a cigarette.

Ok so it’s not a long list at all but it works.

Now, here’s my Non Smoking Resolutions.

1. I Refuse to be one of those “Better than thou” non smokers. That’s bullshit. I swear to Pete ex smokers can be worse than non smokers in the looking down the nose department.

2. I will also never support scaring the holy freakin crap out of people to make them “want to Quit”. You know why? Because scaring the shit out of a smoker MAKES THEM WANT A CIGARETTE !! This is the stupidest approach I have ever seen! You want people to quit? Set up FREE or LOW COST detox centers or something. They do it for heroine and crack addicts! And you’d probably get less “Not in my neighborhood” complaints too. Then again, in the last several years I have seen smokers end up treated about as well as drug addicts and homeless people. People wrinkle their noses and look at you like the stuff they scraped off their shoes.

3. I will never support taxing the bejeezus out of tobacco as part of a “Sin Tax” If the 10 commandments can’t be shown in the courthouse, and a football player can’t take a knee after a touchdown and point up to God because that is praying in school, then the government can’t state smoking and drinking are sins and tax accordingly. I’ll be taxed for my sins when I die by a higher authority so kiss my ass.

4. I will never tell anyone else they should quit. Because I know damned well it doesn’t help. It just adds to the guilt, and fear smokers already carry around from the friggin media (see #2). You don’t quit because you should. You don’t quit when you’re scared. You quit when you WANT it more than you want the cigarette.

I sincerely hope I get to publish this post. I have previously crashed and burned on day three. If I pass that hurdle this time, this post should see the light of day.

*Since writing this, I’ve had two very small slip ups.  But I didn’t smoke a full cigarette either time, just a couple puffs and got disgusted and tossed them.  Today is two weeks since I said I quit. I’ve also started school, the first day was the source of the first slipup. So far I like it, except one class. Luckily, I’m still in the add/drop period so I dropped  it and picked up an Intro to Crime Scene investigation class. Intro to Creative Writing just didn’t work for me.  It was more On Demand Creativity than How To.

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