June 2009 Archives

Hitting Bees with Badmitton Racquets


I am reading this amazing book that Fuzzy got me last year, Transcending Loss, and it is a difficult read, but a helpful one. Basically the book tells you that grief and loss is a lifelong process and your relationship with the one who is gone will continue over time. It talks about 3 phases of grief, I think they are shock, disorientation and transcendence. This, along with my therapy, helps me to understand that my 10 months of laying on the couch watching tv and drinking wine was the right thing to do and just what I needed. Also in the book, it tells you to talk about your loved one as much as possible--tell stories about him because it helps to continue the relationship. It says that you will think that no one wants to listen anymore--which is so true--I think one reason I wrote so much on my blog about dad is because I was sure that people were sick of hearing me talk about it. Whether or not that is true, writing about these things is a blessing.

In addition, I am reading a book by Sark called Thirsty Pens, Juicy Paper, which basically says "You have stories to tell and we need to read them." That telling your stories helps others and keeps people and history alive. Reading these books at the same time is a bit overwhelming, inspiring and emotional.

I've wanted to write about Dad lately. I wanted to write on Father's Day about who he was and what he means to me. I wanted to write about his love of reptiles and how once, when I was in 1st grade, on the way to Culkin, he picked up a turtle on the side of the road and put him on the floorboard of the car. The turtle then peed all over the car, and instead of being upset, his reaction was "Look at the turtle pee! Kids, look at him pee!" How he loved frogs and lizards and turtles and snakes and he would come inside with lizards hanging from his earlobes or on the tip of his finger "hey, what's over there." Once I was on his shoulders on vacation and he picked up a snake with a stick, neverminding that I am terrified of snakes. That every holiday or occasion I would buy him some sort of chotchke reptile--a beaded frog, a pewter turtle. When he had his major surgery, he kept his turtle finger puppet with him the whole time. When, after he died, I got sad when I saw a beaded frog in a store, and Fuzzy said "why don't you get it for him anyway" and I continue to buy him things like that, only now for his grave. The book says to say things like "Oh, Dad would have loved that." and continue to tell stories about him because it keeps him a part of your current life. I'm not sure how people react to that--people tend to get embarrassed or apologetic or try to change the subject. But we want to talk about it. I want to talk about the fact that the Lucha Libre thumb wrestling masks would be the perfect gift for him because every night before bed we did a nighttime routine that ended with a game of thumb wrestling. I once game him a thumbwrestling ring--like with a mat and ropes. Little things to make him giggle.

The other day, I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while. She asked how my Dad was doing, and I told her that he passed away over a year and a half ago. And I was ok.

The next night, we saw Barenaked Ladies in concert--something I have done many times and even helped make a video for, and I sobbed uncontrollably thinking about life and how things change and keep going. I thought about seeing BNL for the first time in high school in Memphis and dancing with my brother and how Mom and Dad always took us to go see concerts--it was a part of our upbringing. When a song from that first album was sung, I was overwhelmed with feeling, and the floodgates opened up--which is a good thing. I stood there, out in the night sky, holding Fuzzy, the love of my life, and sobbing. Instead of wanting a drink or something to help me get through it, I just stayed in that moment. Missing what was once there, celebrating what is now. Each feeling is a blessing, and it is a part of my continuing healing and processing.

All of these things and so much more are fighting to get out of my head. This is a good place to start. Things are ever changing and there is no "normal." It's all how you handle the now.

Seal of Approval


Per mom's request, here are some pics of the wonderful and adorable seal.

Look at this sweet little baby! He kept swimming in circles, upside down with his little eyes shut and a smile on his face. I was like a little girl again, giggling and squealing about it.


It reminded me of Parker. If Parker was a seal, she would look like this guy. See?
Oh no, Parker's been shot

In my head, everytime the seal swam around it was going "Hmmmmmmmmmmm." This is me pretending to be the seal (yes, I am wearing purple kitty ears.)

So then Fuzzy cartooned it.
366 Cartoons - 146 - Seal


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It's almost 6pm on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and Fuzzy and I are trapped at the zoo! Our combination bike lock crapped out at us, so we are laying in the grass waiting for Shaun to save us by bringing us bolt cutters. But at least we saw some beloved friends and Kate's gorgeous illustrations for the children's zoo! (finally)

Is the universe telling us to chill out? Maybe. One thing I do know is that we saw saw the most adorable and serene seal today.

So Busy!


I will try to be better next week about blogging. This week has been so busy. What's been going on? The shows on Saturday were a lot of fun (see the pics here,) and on Sunday I did a photo shoot for an amazing new bike bag (more info to come soon). This week, we've worked on a video for a contest (also more to come soon), gone jogging, had a meeting for Apes (please submit an audition!), seen friends, hung out, cleaned, blah blah. Thank God it is finally hot and I feel more like a normal person. I just get so much more done! Tonight, Fuzzy is going to rock out WNEP's MAELSTROM, and tomorrow, after chillin with some old school Second City friends, we are heading to Milwaukee (which is Algonquin for "The Good Land") to see Barenaked Ladies at Summerfest. Yeah! Fried Cheese curds!

I don't know what to say about all the celebrity deaths this week. We knew Farrah was going to leave us soon--she has the same cancer as Dad did, and no matter how hopeful and optimistic people are when it comes to fighting cancer, I feel so hopeless and can't believe that anyone will make it. Thank God, I know people who have beat it, but I know way more who haven't. My heart goes out to her family.

As for MJ--man, that is just weird. We all grew up with his songs and videos, and for me, as a dancer, I would love watching them over and over. Remember the night that Black or White premiered on primetime tv, after the Simpsons or Seinfeld or something and it BLEW EVERYONE AWAY?! Amazing. I loved his dancing, loved Remember the Time (the one with Iman, and where they do that way low back bend) and Lord, ALL of them; Scream (the one with Janet), The Way You Make Me Feel (the one with the fire hydrant), Bad. They are all amazing. And of course Thriller--I would be too scared to watch the beginning and the end of it, so I would hide (I STILL can't watch the end of it, after the dance), but then loved the dance and the making of. And in the last 10 years I have performed and taught that very dance for a million different shows (including a tv show). Man. So sad. I hope someone out there who had a baby yesterday named it Blanket or King Michael in his memory.

Hold on to the ones you love while you have them. They are precious. Enjoy each day and live the life you want--don't just long for it.

I saw this in Evanston today, and I knew you would enjoy:
Such true words.

wheels are turning

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More to come later, but today will be brief and random.

One thing that is great about not being on Facebook, is you don't have to constantly keep your jealousy in check by the onslaught of other people and their careers. I found that out this week.

Day old bagels make me happy.

Cats make putting laundry away easier. And more distracting.

To all my readers, you are all beautiful and I am proud of you and who you are. You are doing a great job with your amazing lives!

Call for Submissions: Moms!


Hey all you readers who are moms!

Has someone ever said something to you while you were pregnant--maybe they are trying to be helpful or just not thinking--that has come across as offensive, dumb or just made you roll your eyes? Would you mind sharing these stories with me? If so, please email me at ericareid (at) gmail.com

Thank you!

Our New BFF


This weekend, Fuzzy and I hung out with The Brain.



Unflattering Portraits


On Saturday, Fuzzy and I posed in the window of Uncle Fun for an Unflattering Portrait by Reverend Aitor, who was breezing through town. It was a lot of fun, and here is the FREAKING HILARIOUS outcome:


What an attractive couple!

Dibbick Schmibbick, I said more Ham

Today my brain is all scrambly.
I had the morning at home, and I have done absolutely nothing. I didn't put up the clothes. I didn't find my Don't Spit bag. I didn't make that phone call I needed to make. Either of them. I ate some food and took a bath, read a minute, cuddled with the kitties and paced the house. I have a headache and I had nightmares all night. I woke up to the radio making a Jethro Tull reference. I have cried a little bit. I've listened to classic rock. My head is really hurting, but I don't want to take medicine for it. The rain and hail have eased up just in time for me the leave the house. (thanks, big G). I am thankful for the down in all my up these days cause it means I'm not a robot. I need to feel this scramble as much as I can and live in in it a bit instead of putting it aside. It is probably about Dad and life and being tired and my body keeping on wanting to shut down. Today is therapy and then a wedding (with time in between to recover) and this weekend will be busy but fun.

I think I will listen to this on repeat on the train:

Mama told me, when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely, to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.

Ohh take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come, and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.
And maybe some day you'll love and understand.
Baby be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.


Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

--Simple Kind of Man, Lynyrd Skynyrd

Our Night with the Prahs

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Don't you hate it when...

...some jerkmo in an SUV who isn't looking just pulls into your lane as if you weren't there?
...your arthritis kicks in and you can't touch or lift anything with your left hand, so you try, wince in pain, and then have to pick it up with your right hand?
...you decide to go to the grocery store that's on the way home instead of the one right by your house so you don't have to walk/drive an extra half block and then you realize that you've been wandering the aisles for a half hour instead of just getting in and out?
...the one thing that your husband requests you to get at the store isn't at the one you went to?
...they don't have the type of milk that you drink?
...your pain meds from your painful exhausting period have worn off right when you get to the store?
...because you are having a painful exhausting period, suddenly everything bad for you looks delicious, like fudge marshmallow cookies and southwestern ranch chip dip?
...you realize that the grocery store you are in has a HUGE selection of champagne, unlike the one at your house?

But aren't you proud of yourself when...
...you don't honk or yell at the jerkmo, just casually move a little over and slow down?
...you don't buy the junkfood, and you actually buy vegetables?
...you decide against the champagne because you have lots of beer, wine and liquor already at home?
...you notice that the new grocery store has homemade bagels 6 for $1.99? And when you buy a jar of artichoke hearts and a brick of cream cheese, you can make your own and put as much as you want on the bagel, all while saving money?
...you buy way more than you intended, but it all still fits in the 2 bags you brought?
...you get home, put everything away, then pick up the phone and order pizza?

I guess it's unavoidable

We went to Paper Source today to pick up some cards, and when I was checking out, the super cheerful clerk tried to "suggestive sales" me.

"Do you need any Fathers Day Cards?! It's June 21st!"

Chills ran down my body and a sick knot formed in my stomach. I wanted to scream.

Instead, I just smiled meekly and avoided eye contact.

"Oh...no thanks."

Writing this, I am getting teary eyed. I'm not dreading Sunday, yet I'm not looking forward to it. I just hadn't paid any mind to it until now. Will this ever get easier? Do I want it to?

New Commercial!

Ah! Put Your Mask Back On

(pre-emptive note--if you are reading this at work, you might not want to have your speakers up too loud if you plan on clicking a link.)

Hey Dearies!
I am back--oh, what a week it has been. I was barely at a computer for days and days and then when I was, I was too busy or tired to write anything. So let's see...

REBECCA HANSON AND TIM RYDER GOT MARRIED! Oh man, it was beautiful. We had a busy couple of days, but the most fun was hanging with Rebecca and Tabitha the day of the wedding and having girl time together before the preparation clock started ticking. I spent all day Thursday and Friday with them and Rebecca and Tim's family, and it was great seeing them all and catching up. Kevin Hanson is one of the funniest men I have ever met. When the actual wedding time rolled around, everything was beautiful and perfect. It is amazing when two people's lives and personalities fit together so perfectly, and every wedding I go to makes me feel more and more blessed to have Fuzzy as my companion and partner. Each wedding we go to makes me feel like we are renewing our vows to each other. Amazing that next month we'll be married 3 years! I am a lucky lucky woman.

Saturday we helped out at the Chicago Media Future Conference and it was nice hearing what that was all about and meeting a lot of people that I have heard about forever.

Saturday night we went to Handlebar for dinner (yummy!) and then went to see Greek. I was proud of my dancers for their hard work, and got to see a lot of friends.

I've been reading a whole lot, too, and it is a whole new world that I am really enjoying. I have also started doing a bit more writing, and feeling like it is coming to me easier than ever. I am really really happy with where I am right now and the projects I am doing. It is a nice manageable amount of work and play. I'll do a book roundup sometime soon.

If you haven't noticed by now, Blewt! has a new web service available! www.farturl.com! Turn any website into a FartURL and have your favorite Don't Spit the Water characters give you a fart before you get to your destination website! Use it for all your URL needs! Prank your friends! There are some Cutie farts in there, so take a peek!

I am getting excited about DSTW on Saturday. I love that we've been doing the show for coming up on 5 years now. And because I am a sucker for the weird, I will be debuting a new bit, but there will be some oldies, too.

We are now taking submissions for Impress These Apes! Come on, you talented people! Show us what you got!

www.pushbutt.com is still going strong!

I rode my bike to work on Monday, and it was really nice, but a lot of hard work. I guess I had forgotten that I have crummy knees, so it took a little while to recover from it. We are doing the Late Ride next month (come join us!) so I am going to try to ride as much as I can before that, since 25 miles seems a little daunting. The important thing for me to remember right now is that the fact that I am being active at all is good--there is no need for me to put unrealistic pressure on myself to be GREAT. Slow and steady is good, and any exercise is better than none.

All in all, I am enjoying each day! Now, come on warm weather!

Hey, check out these guys!
Erica and Fuzzy


I have soooo much to say from the past several days, but until then, here is a newly married Rebecca Hanson and Tim Ryder doing the Peanuts dance down the aisle.

Mr and Mrs Ryder


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Cutie Bumblesnatch will now we doing the 10:30 show on June 20th, instead of the 8pm show. If you are a friend of mine and bought tix to the 8pm show, let me know and I will switch your tickets.


Papaw's Autobiography

Papaw's Autobiography is available for sale! The book includes the text printed here as well as photos from his army days and time in India.

You can also preview the book at the Lulu link, if you just want to take a peek.

Many thanks for Fuzzy for making this happen!

If you are Mom, Linda, or Christopher and reading this--I ordered a copy for you! It should be arriving soon!


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Ol' Ropey!


My husband is awesome and amazing.
When it came up in conversation a few weeks ago that I had never ridden a horse, we decided that this was something we should do. Part of our new "Life is short, if we want to do something we should DO it" rule, and all. So he did some research and found a super awesome and inexpensive hour long trail ride at the Kankakee River State Park.

Fuzzy's horse, Yankee.

It was so much fun! The horses we gorgeous and sweet (though mine, Daisy Duke, was SASSY! She kept biting the butt of the horse in front of her) and the day was a perfectly misty and hazy day. I totally zenned out in the woods, smelling the pine, feeling the breeze, and being lulled by the rhythm of the horse's gait. I can't wait to go again!


Cute Fuzzy with the sweet pup Baby
Fuzzy and Baby

Me and Daisy Duke
Erica and Daisy Duke

My butt and legs still hurt.

Where's My Stylist?!


You know me, I am pretty much the awesomest fashionista that has ever lived. People look to me for the newest trends and looks. Please allow me to show you a few of my popular looks from the past.

Vests! Why wear only one shirt, when you can wear TWO?
Erica 9th grade 93-94
Erica School Pic HS

Pigtails! Why have one ponytail, when you can have TWO?
Reid Kids 86-87 School Portraits
Reid Kids 87-88 School Portraits

Lazers! Bew Bew Bew!
(sidenote--can you imagine this photo company's conversation? "Uh, I don't have any backdrop ideas this year." "No problem! Remember that kickin lazer backdrop we had a few years back? Let's just ADD MORE LAZERS!")
Erica 1988 4th grade
Erica Spring Pic 91

Crimped Hair! Need I say more?
Erica 6th grade
Erica 1991

And most importantly, the folded hands/arms while looking thoughtful pose. "Oh hello. I didn't see you there. I was just sitting here, doing some thinking."
Erica 1983
Erica Yellow Dress 1983
Erica Kindergarten?
Erica Senior Pic School

The paparazzi isn't going to know what hit it.

Smile, Juanita!...An Art Project

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Smile, Juanita!
Little Juanita
Smile, Juanita!
Juanita with Bow
Smile, Juanita!
Juanita Portrait
Smile, Juanita!
Smile Juanita Blue
Smile, Juanita!
Smile Juanita Red
Smile, Juanita!
Smile Juanita Yellow
Smile, Juanita!
Memaw Bane
Smile, Juanita!
Christopher, David, and the Memaws 2003


I can tell that I am in a middle of a transition.
This is a good thing, but it is also really difficult.
The feelings that are difficult are also a gift, because it is very real and very alive, which is something I strive to feel in each day of my life.

What what I am transitioning through? I think everything. I'm at that phase in my life where I am accepting my adulthood and coming to terms with the fact that the dreams I chased when I was young and eager are not going to happen. And more importantly, being ok with that. Accepting what I am given and my limitations physically and emotionally. Trying to find what works for me, and what I can give to the world and to those around me. I know that I am not enough to change the world, but someone who can maybe add a little divet in it.

Creatively, I am trying to figure out what I want to do, and how I want to do it. In reading that Twyla Tharp book, she talks about how she sacrificed everything in her life in order to dedicate it all to dance, and now she is one of the most respected and well-known choreographers of her time. But am I willing to do that anymore? No. My feelings have changed over the years--I lost my father and a lot of my mother, and that is in itself a huge challenge. I have a wonderful husband who I want to experience the world with. I have amazing friends, which is more of a payoff than having my name in a marquis. I want to enjoy my meals and wine and see how big the world is outside of me. Is that giving up my dream? I don't think so. Again, I see this as acceptance of who I am and of growing up, but I am still a creative person, so I am transitioning into finding how I can focus more on this in my daily life, or even future career.

Another transition I am having is finding my place in my family. Currently, the majority of my family is struggling. Struggling with sickness, happiness, the burden of everyday life and of dealing with the passing of other's lives. My mother and I have talked a lot about the reversal of our roles--she's become the child and my brother and I more of the parents. It is so hard to see her struggle, but I cannot afford to give up my happiness or experiences, so I have to keep a distance. My grandmother is still ill and they are looking for a buyer of her house. As my amazing acupuncturist friend reminded me the other day, I have no doubt that one day my Mom will leave me with a monsterous piece of property that I will have to do something with, so right now, it can't be my responsibility to deal with memaw's property. In that same vein, I can only live for myself. I can't fix anyone else's problems, only my own, and often I feel pressured to fix everyone's problems. So I have to turn a blind eye and just let others deal with their own pain and struggles. Then there is the guilt--how can I leave my family to struggle so much? How can I be so cold to it? But I feel myself getting stronger and stronger each day--if I were to take on that or anyone else's burden, I would crumble and lose it all. I just cannot afford that, or doing that to Fuzzy. That is currently the hardest thing I am going through, but how it has to be.

The other day, I found myself responding to something Fuzzy said with "What does it matter, in 100 years, we'll all be dead and no one will care." It shocked me, too, but that thought is kind of liberating when you think of it. When you remove all pressure that we put on ourselves and get rid of the drama and crap, think of how limitless your possibilities become! This life we have is a gift, so what are we waiting for? What are we afraid of? So often we hold back in saying what we feel, standing up for ourselves, or doing what we want to do--usually out of fear or failure, rejection or humiliation. My brother, who has great desires to make a difference in the world, even said recently that if you think too much about all the problems in the world, you can get overwhelmed and to crippled to do anything, so you just have to keep moving forward and doing what you can.

What is the point of just coasting through each day and going through the motions, when you could take a few risks here and there, and start to make things happen in your life. I have gotten much better about this in my life. Losing Dad made me see things in so many different ways. He was middle aged at 26, so who is to say how many years I have left in front of me? So therefore, I try to do things he never got to do or would be proud to know I did. Life is too short to not live it.

Therapy, books, friends, acupuncture--these are all things that are helping me with this transition, and it is exhausting, but I feel more self-aware and enlightened than ever before. My brain is a big cluster of confusion and emotion and random thoughts, but I know that this transition is a good one. I can't wait to see how I continue to thrive and grow as the years unfold before me.

The key is just to live for myself and be unapologetic for it.

More Thoughts from Twyla

"The call to a creative life is not supposed to be torture. Yes, it's hard work and you have to make sacrifices. Yes, it's a noble calling; you're volunteering in an army of sorts, alongside a phalanx of artisits who have preceded you, many of whom are your mentors and guides, upon whose work you build, without whom you have no fixed points of reference. They form a tradition that you have implicitly sworn to protect, even while you aim to refashion it and sometimes even shatter it.

But it's also supposed to be fun."
--Twyla Tharp, The Creative Habit

1400 Photos

Fuzzy and I have finished the great Bane/Burns/Parker family scan, label and uploading project that we started last September. Care to take a look?

My Flickr photostream is here and a bunch of specialized (smaller) sets are here.


Hot Stuffs!


Homecoming Jill, Erica, Kate, Kaycee, Alyssa, Maggie

Yeah! Homecoming with my girls! Maybe this was 95? 96?
Jill, me, Kate, Kaycee, Alyssa, Maggie.
Someone didn't get the short dark dress memo...

That night, we all went to Maggie's and spent the night. We watched School House Rock and Ghost Writer ("He's a ghost, and he writes to us--that's Ghost Writer!" How weird.) and made the infamous GOULASH! Good times...

Glitter! (No, not Mariah Carey)

Today I am wearing the Dunkey Shoot and yes, it is as wonderful and amazing as you think it is. However, I am now covered head to toe in glitter.

GLITTER! Thank you, Obama.

My New Favorite Song

Regina Spektor--Laughing With
Beautiful and touching. It makes me cry. Love it.

Your Life is Messed Up.
Earthworks Tipis For Sale.
Pup-Head(tm) Dog Potty--$149.
Strapless Suspenders.
How To Flush Gallstones.

Wow, do they know me, or what?!

Hmm...I refreshed the page, and now it is mainly all training pants and dog toilet websites. I went back and looked at the content of our emails, and the only thing I can figure is that I use the words "crap" and "shit" a lot. Dog piss or no, I will not stop cursing.

Food for Thought

"I wonder how many people get sidetracked from their true calling by the fact that they have talent to excel at more than one artistic medium. This is a curse rather than a blessing. If you have only one option, you can't make a wrong choice. If you have two options, you have a fifty percent chance of being wrong."--Twyla Tharp, The Creative Habit

Some updates


I feel like I have a lot to say right now, but the hard part is getting it all out of my head. So until it is ready to come out, here are some things that I am proud of that have been happening lately:

*Fitness! With Fuzzy's triathlon just a few months away and the fact that I was completely inactive, we've kicked the fitness into high gear. Here is a sentence I never in my whole life thought I would utter--I have started running! I am no good at it and it is super hard, but at least I am trying! I am sort of following this Couch to 5K guide, and with Fuzzy coaching me on, I am able to push myself further than I ever knew I could. Along with running, we are lifting weights, doing crunches and swimming--just trying to be active every day. I feel great! I have more energy and can feel my body getting back to a healthy state and recovering from the last few years. I tried to take a fitness dance class last week but was thwarted by both the time being incorrect on the website and a poorly named class (who would have thought "Push Your Tush" was pre-fundamentals of ballet?) All in all, it just proves to me that once you get over the hurtle of starting to be active, things get easier and your body starts to want it more. So far, so good! Now all it needs to do is get warmer than 50 degrees--last night's run was freezing! Thanks, June in Chicago.
*Diet! Fuzzy and I are also trying really hard to eat better and fresher. We are trying to eat out less and cook more, making our food choices both less expensive and healthier. We've cut out a lot of garbage. Plus, we are having fun with it and learning how to cook without recipes and also make things in advance for lunch the next day. The fact that we live right next to a grocery store really helps. So far this week, we have made turkey meatloaf with carrots and mushrooms, mushroom and ham quiche, and burritos with squash, onion, mushrooms carrots and a little chorizo. Holy Yummers!
*Getting out of debt! We are both amazingly lucky to both have our jobs--a rarity in our whole circle of friends. We are trying to live off of just Fuzzy's paycheck so that we can send all of mine to the credit cards to get out from under all that mess. It is all about finding a balance--learning what you can live without, yet still allowing yourself a little treat every now and then.
*Projects! I am trucking along with the family photo project, which feels great. The next step is to sort out the photos that are label with names and dates and update the digital files. Then upload the pics to flickr and divvy up the physical copies to everyone in the family. I am doing some production work for Blewt and that is good--stuff I've been meaning to do for ages. Also, we've recently edited a few more Silly Funny Goof Gang episodes (website to be updated soon). Procrastination is just another form of worry, so it feels good to check things off the list. There will always be more stuff to do, so I am trying to just knuckle down and do them. I have daydreams of Fuzzy and I taking a week off of work and just sorting through all the crap and finishing up projects. Imagine how refreshed we would feel afterwards! But all in all, I am in a good place with it. And this week, I start working on a new sort of secret project with a friend...
*Reading! As I've mentioned before, I am not a big reader, but I am really proud of myself for plowing through some books lately. It makes me happy and it makes me relax and feel better, too!
*Misc! We have also tied up a lot of loose ends--the Sirius is fixed! The Radiator is fixed! We finally got a basket for the foyer! Small accomplishments that feel huge. Lovely.

Funny how doing more things right now is actually making me a little calmer. It is all part of keeping the zen...


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