Might as Well be Bling

I just like that silly play on words. I thought of it in regards to my little silver circle of leaves that I bought at Canoecopia this year from Liisa (see her beautiful jewelry at www.silverwaves.net). A link to her website is here.

Anyway, when people have commented on it, I've referred to it as my "bling." Spring, bling, now I've over-explained it. Darn.

I don't think I got my second 100 wam take yesterday. I'm not sure much of anybody passed much of anything, she read some hard material. I'll have a myriad of opportunities this week, we're doing takes all week I think. There's got to be something to get me over that 100 mark. Maybe 110 if I'm really lucky! The hard part, is that yesterday, my fingers felt like they were on crack, like they were three times as wide as normal and I had almost zero control or accuracy about them. Like an eejit, I spent an hour when I got home, working on this one two-minute take till I got it right. Which, in and of itself is not a bad thing, I just realized after the fact that I might have worked smarter, not harder. Gave myself time, a few days, to really lock into it. But I was impatient and made myself go after it. Harumph. It'll be fine, hear the mantra, it'll be fine.

This may be a topic for another blog, but here it is anyway. Since my mom died in 2005, I just hate Mother's Day. If I had a mother still, I'd send her candy or flowers or whatever the hell. But now I really resent the advertising for Mother's Day shopping and sales. It's damned insensitive, that's what it is. Don't they know my mom's gone? And I know, I DO still have a mother, and the good news is that she lives in me. That I hear her laugh when I do, that I hear her Southern-ness when I talk, that I get testy easily. Maybe one of these days I'll get to be a mother to someone else besides myself. But for now I'm just pissed. I still have to set a date to go up to her grave and have a little gathering/picnic. It seems morbid and gross, but I think she'd be okay with the company, and with the effort to be with her. I'll bring the Dewar's, she'll be ecstatic, except for the fact that she can't quite taste it. Honor your mothers, folks, especially while they're here. Ya can't do it after they're gone.

Party tonight at Kimbler's, looking forward to that. Pre-Kentucky Derby party. Any excuse will do!