Mr. F, Mr. C and his brother are Iowa bound. I dropped them at the airport this morning at 4 a.m. I want to think this is a big deal but we have been getting up around 5 as of late so it worked into the schedule beautifully. This however, means I now have two dogs to walk in the morning. Maybe walk is the wrong word. Definition of walk: Slowly walk 10 feet. Stop. Cry. Look as sad and as cold as you can. Cry some more. Get up. Shake. Cry. Shiver. Rinse. Repeat. We "walked" two city blocks in about an hour. Yeah... I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to tomorrow morning. I shouldn't be so negative. This is giving the James time to practice not dragging me all over the place. That's right, I'm a dog training multitasking fool. Sometimes I feel like there is an emphasis on the fool. Hmm.
I am PUMPED about this art show. I have eight weeks and nothing but innovative energy flowing. I am gathering jewelry making products from ebay and once it's all here I am going to go ape-shit creating some of the most beautiful jewelry you have ever encountered. That's the plan anyway. Oooo... I might even enter some of my new plant pots. I have to get some pictures on here of them. They're so rad.
On another totally unrelated to the art show note, I'm starting a book. I know I have mentioned this before, but now that I am up with (or before) the sun, putting time on my side, I totally see this transpiring. Who knows, maybe I'll be a famous author someday. I'd like that. If I end up in your area due to my book signing tour and you aren't there ready with a copy of my book in your hand, I don't even know what I am going to do, that's how bad it is. That said, I am wasting perfectly good time blogging when I could be gathering information and jewelry. But you know, I like blogging so I am not going to worry about it. Yet.
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