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4 gratifying ways to work through a bad mood

 

Face it:  bad moods are dirty business.  When you’re in a really bad mood, there’s no way to paste an award-winning smile on your face and pretend everything’s cool while your guts are corroding with spite.

And being that we are in the midst of another Mercury in Retrograde, which gets most of us in quite a wad for awhile.  Events from the past rear their ugly heads, forcing confrontation and resolution, which can be difficult.  Electronic devices go completely haywire, so choose the earthly, grounded method if possible even if it seems like it will take longer.  It won’t.

Throw a little PMS into the mix, and we’ve got some real fun.

Here’s 4 Gratifying Ways to Work Through a Bad, Bad Mood

  1. Throw a big tantrum. Write letters seethed in hate, with swearing and heavy doses of useless bitching included.  No one will ever see it, so go nuts.  Then destroy it (see #3).
  2. Have a biscotti snack. It’s the gnawing and angry crunching that really does the trick.  Don’t bother trying to make it yourself.  It is doubtful that baking will be any assistance to you when you feel like this.
  3. Scribble and Shred. Get yourself a big, bold marker and scribble really hard.  Slam the tip onto the paper to the point where the ink splatters.  Tear it to shreds.  Throw all the pieces.  Leave it on the floor.
  4. Move your body, fast and furious. Run down the street.  Do an interpretive dance to death metal.  Head to the swings.  Take it out on that mountainside.

For more mean and nasty ideas, get yourself a copy of Throw A Tomato.  If nothing else, it will make you laugh.

 

::  the last song  ::  sleater kinney  ::

the summer of love

 

Man, I love this girl.  And her brother too.

And summer.

And photography.

And being in motion.

And feeling clear.

Life is good.

Challenging but good.

 

::  I’m a little obsessed with hooping videos too  ::

 

I probably couldn’t get this shot again if I tried…

 

Happy Fourth of July!

 

In honor of Independence Day, I will be uplugging for the week.

 

See you next Monday!

 

janis joplin  ::  summertime

the fairy garden

 

Every morning, the kids and I eat breakfast, they watch Sesame Street while I finish up on the computer or do the dishes, and then we head outside.

Nico has taken a shine to watering our mini-garden.  A fairy garden.  A little tiny patch of earth where we threw some seeds in the ground so the kids could watch things grow, play in the soil, and draw pictures of the tiny world we created.

It’s a neat little place.  Full of weeds at the moment, but we can tend to that over the next couple of days.

 

 

Before the kids were born, gardening was one of my favorite summertime gigs.  Since the boomsmack of motherhood, there has been little time for plants and tending to tiny things that don’t need to breastfeed.  Every moment of spare time has been devoted to establishing my business and figuring out how to make it all work.

I’m gonna slow it down.

I had a bad show.

I need some rest.

It’s time to pull up the weeds and get my kids in the garden.  Even if our bounty consists only of strawberries and sunflower sprouts.  It’s good enough for me.

I miss that smile.

I feel like nothing I do is ever good enough.

And that’s my own deal that needs to be worked through, but not in this space.

I’ve really been enjoying the 30 Good Days project and I’d like to pull its influence here.  The writing is easy and makes all the wheels whirl, inspires other projects, and the pace is good.  I also see it bringing good things to others, which makes my heart shine.

There is not much time for fairy gardens.  For imagination.  For unbridled joy.

Sprinklers.

Catching bugs.

Learning to fish.

That’s my world.

That’s my smile.

I’m gonna catch it while I can.

 

nico has a favorite song  :: don’t stop  ::  patrick and eugene

just a little view from the office

dear spring (or: it’s still 55 degrees in montana and we’re all going insane)

 

Girl, we gotta talk.

I know you’re hung up fierce on Old Man Winter, but I gotta lay it to you straight:  you have got to move on.

He’s a cold fish.  A windy bluster.  Wet, dark, vicious, and dead.  He’s no good for you, little filly, and your delicate ways.

I know he was good to you.  I know the romance of a soft falling snow felt good and sweet.  We all fall for that, the thick accent and sly smile of different and far away.  It’s totally normal and you’re not alone.  Take heart.  I hear you.

But girrrrrl ~~~~ get it together.  Like, now.  You are falling apart on the insides and that’s no good.

He’s changing you.

Dry your eyes, slow the sinews of rage flooding from the hills.  Open your heart to the dawn of new love, the shine of the sun, and give me your hand, my friend.  Together we will walk through this chasm of heartbreak and get you to the other side.

There’s someone there I’d like you to meet.

His name is Summer.

And he’s totally hot.

 

tunes…  joni mitchell  :: california

ladies I love

 

my great aunt florence, whom everybody loved

 

 

Our wee fam-i-lee is finally on the mend after a rough week of illness, so I’m a little behind.  In lieu of a big time blog post today, I present a short list of ladies whose words inspire, entertain, and speak truth.  Enjoy and see you tomorrow!

  • Gertie’s New Blog for Better Sewing:  a hip, sewing savvy seamstress who confronts issues like body image head on.
  • Vivienne McMaster:  photographer, amazing lady, an artist who voice rings with authenticity and spirit.  You should take one of her classes.   Seriously.  It will blow your mind.  Check them out here.
  • While Tangerine Dreams:  my newest blog crush.  This Backwoods Mama totally cracks me up.
  • Fallen Princess:  My teenage writing idol, Christina Kelly.  She wrote for Sassy magazine 20 years ago, a publication that totally helped shape who I am.  I still remember the day my mom brought an issue home and said, “I think you might like this.” Feminist, no bullshit, show your brains and believe in yourself.  That’s her.  (You might see some influence, eh?)

tunes:  Pixies :: La La Love You