Dream a Little Dream

It's like that nightmare where one dreams that one has signed up for a college course and completely forgot to attend any of the classes. I popped onto my blog yesterday only to find that it's been an ENTIRE month since I last posted. How can that be?  

I blame Pinterest. Who sent me to that evil place anyway???

"What's been going on?" you ask.

Well, since you asked...

Terrible news. The wonderful photo editing site, Picnik, closed down! So now I'll have to actually use my Photoshop. Boooooo. Like I have time to edit my own photos.

Unedited photo from my garden

School just broke out for Easter Break, (although no one calls it Easter break anymore--even in CHURCH of England schools. Funny how the teachers and staff all wish us a happy Easter as we walk away loaded down by our children's paper mache eggs. Pssst, YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE with the "Spring Half Term" name).

Did I mention that Pinterest is evil? When I leave my computer today I am going to construct my own padded camera bag, a marshmallow trebuchet, some Peanut Butter cup brownies, and finally start working on my artist's journal. Key words to that sentence are "when I leave my computer today..."

Hubby ran another Half Marathon down in the London area. Because that's what he does for fun. I, on the other hand, did not even run to the mailbox at all this month. I was busy looking at how to dye Easter eggs with silk scarves on Pinterest.

Ok, obviously I wasn't there with him. I would have NEVER let him leave the house in black shorts with a navy shirt.

The youngest child finally succumbed to the Fifth Disease virus running rampant in our school (every year, every Spring). Supposedly you get it once and your body builds antibodies against it.
My daughter probably got it from her best friend who has been hit with it several times (as has her sister who is in my boy's class). Bless.
I used to say, "Oh, don't worry about us, we're immunized!" because I had read somewhere that it is a strain of the Chicken Pox virus (which the British kids don't get vaccinations for)...

Well now I will say,

"Back off Typhoid Mary!!".

Ok, I really wouldn't say that. I adore that family.

cursed with her Dad's sense of color coordination

My oldest boy and his wife will be here in 25 days. Not that I'm counting and booking every tour and several shows for my new daughter to do with me. She, unlike the Son #1, does NOT want to sit around for three weeks playing video games in the house. We're going to see Highclere Castle (filming sight for Downton Abbey) and a couple of shows on the West End in London. We've got a dance performance booked in Norwich and crafts lined up for whenever we're home. Poor thing has NO IDEA what she's married into...

I applied for a job.

It's a non-paying job, so is it really a job?
I don't think I'm getting it since I haven't been contacted and it's been a full week since I turned my "package" in.

Whether I hear from them or not, I am a better person for applying because A) I REALLY stepped out of my comfort zone by going for it and B) my being gutted!! disappointed about not getting it is actually a great thing.
After so many years of my dreams taking a back seat to my husband's military obligations and my kiddos' activities, I was afraid I didn't have any dreams left.
I WANTED this job even though it scared the soggy Cheerios out of me.

At the beginning of putting my "package" together, the voices in my mind whispered the usual, "I'm not good enough"s and "I don't have the experience they are looking for"s, but by the end of my two-day process the voices had transformed to: "Heck yeah! I could not only do this job well, but my unique perspective would be an asset!". 
Yeah. The transformation was into hillbilly, but the positive voice? That's a good feeling.

Until they call and tell me that I am indeed the bomb, 
well, I'll just start dreaming again...

What have you done this week that stretched your belief in yourself?