Just thought I should leave a link here of where my fabulous journey continues. As this Blog Site comes to an end…another begins…
Hope to see you there! -Pooks
Just thought I should leave a link here of where my fabulous journey continues. As this Blog Site comes to an end…another begins…
Hope to see you there! -Pooks
Well I guess this is my first blog post of 2016. Yaaaay!
Anyways, I know I’m not as consistent when it comes to posts. But life has been getting busier. I’ve gone from weekly, to every two weeks. Basically, I’m just posting when I find the time.
Also, because of my pregnancy, I seemed to have hit another stage of fatigue. So yeah, when I’m not overly tired either, I can blog.
A bit has happened since the last time I blogged, so I am not sure where to begin.
I’m not sure if I mentioned this last time, but my baby is no longer under weight, and is the size and weight it should be around this time. So yaaaay! I knew my baby would grow their pudge at their own pace.
The doctor that is following my pregnancy said she might not be there for when I go into labour, but has a couple back up doctors that she trusts that can take her place. Depending on when I go into labour. So yeah, Just as long as there’s a doctor to coach me through the contractions, I’m good!
Last week at Leads Employment Services…wow. I swear that was my first time ever walking out of an appointment. Nope, i wasn’t a happy camper that day. I mean yes, I was late. But I clearly cannot waddle my ass to the bus stop as fast I’d assume. Especially on ice. So yeah, missing the bus that I intend to catch shouldn’t come as a surprise. Also, I planned on going to Shoppers Drug Mart first to drop off a prescription, and I did. My stop there took longer than expected, because the date on my prescription wasn’t the correct date. So yeah, I had to talk to the clerks there for a bit to sort things out with my clinic.
Anyways, I get to my Leads appointment, things seemed fine, until my Leads worker starts nagging me about punctuality and organization. I was fine, until she started acting like an interrogation officer with her lightning questions after questions. To me that comes off as aggressive, and with me having anxiety being around any kind of aggression, my reaction will either be fight or flight. And obviously, I chose to leave.
Not to mention I didn’t appreciate the personal questions she was asking. Such as, is C.A.S involved? That’s not your job. She’s not a psychiatrist, or a councilor. My personal life really isn’t any of her business. Her job is strictly to help find me employment, or to help me work on skills that can assist on getting me a job. And that day it was like she forgot that. Not to mention, if she were to be realistic about my current situation, I’m 6-7 months pregnant. I’m not going to be finding work anytime soon, nor after when the baby is born. I’ll be a stay at home mom at least until my child either gets into daycare, or starts school. So these Leads appointments are kinda pointless at the moment. I mean, I’m obviously going to put my health as a top priority, above Leads. If I’m late because I put my health first, tough shit. I had a bladder infection, and my doctor said if I don’t get antibiotics to treat it, I could have risked going into a preterm labour. So yeah, I wasn’t impressed with that worker. I stormed out of the office, and shortly after I left, I left a message for Leads stating that I didn’t want this woman as worker anymore.
So yeah, I normally have positive things to say regarding Leads, but not this time. That was my first time I ever walked out. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, and I really don’t want to go back if I have to work with that specific worker.
Plus, I am really getting annoyed with this society. They see a native pregnant woman , and it’s like they automatically think that C.A.S should be involved. Go fuck yourself. I know I’m a good mom. My kids know I’m a good mom. Their opinion is more valid than a complete strangers. That’s one of the downfalls about becoming a parent, suddenly everybody wants to judge you. When really, they should be more concerned with their own lives, rather than picking others apart. No parent is perfect, no child is perfect. That’s the problem with C.A.S, they base parenting on a textbook. When in reality, parenting is not something you learn from a textbook, but from actual experience. It varies with every individual.
I mean currently, in my situation, my children are fortunate. Even though my son may not see it that way. He’s got more support than the average child. He’s still got both parents there for him, PLUS my partner that is willing to step up to the role of a step parent.
My daughter seems to be adjusting to the changes rather well. But my son is still kinda resistant towards my partner. He’s rude, ignorant, and ungrateful towards him. I just wish the two of them would just get along. But they keep butting heads. It gets kinda frustrating being stuck in the middle. I mean, my partner is only trying to help, and teach him also since my son is being home-schooled. But my son ignores him. Sigh…
Speaking of the homeschooling thing. It’s difficult when there are two methods of teaching that contradict each-other. My exes way of teaching sounds like it’s a lot more passive. However, he tells us not to let our son walk all over us and be the adult. But when it comes to his way of teaching, he’s kind of being a hypocrite, and being the rug that my son can walk all over. He says that was the schools issue, they coddled him, and just let our son do whatever. Well… it sounds like he’s doing the same. I mean, if you let a child have that choice wither or not to learn, left to their own device, a child would rather not do any work. They’d rather play. Yes, a child learns from playing, but I can’t see a child learning much from video-games. However, when it comes to electronics it is impressive that my son can figure things out without knowing how to read.
Anyways, my ex wants to teach our son the conspiracy theory stuff. The kind of stuff you see on Infowars. My son hates that show, and hates Alex Jones.
As for my partner and I, we want to teach him stuff he’d learn in school. So that he doesn’t fall too much behind. My partner got 2 textbooks. One is a grade 5 curriculum book which includes math, english, social studies and science. After seeing how far behind he is in English, my partner got him a grade one English text book. We’ll start from scratch and build him up from there.
My ex and my partner have their disagreements. I mean, I agree with both to a degree. I too dislike capitalism. But I see where my partner is coming from, my exes and I’s son needs to learn the system, and how to survive in it also. I despise money, but in this day in age, you kind of need it if you want shelter, groceries, a decent living. As I said before, I don’t want to see him homeless, or turning to crime to survive.
In order to be able to make changes, you gotta know the rules of society before you can bend them. Also, you have to be able to invest in the changes you want to make.
Anyways, it’s pretty sad that my ex says he’s pretty much prepared to have our son live with him, even when our son is a grown adult. Already that is doubting his capabilities.
I know he’s a smart kid. He’s just stubborn. And when it comes to homeschooling, us adults cannot be the doormats. We gotta step up and be the adults. When it’s time to learn, it’s time to learn. We weren’t given a choice back when we were in school. It was mandatory for every child. so why should it be different for our son? Unless we want to hold him back even farther, which I certainly don’t. Of coarse I want to see my son succeed. To be better off than me or his father, living on welfare.
But maybe this whole home-schooling stuff would go a lot smoother if we also worked on my sons confidence. He does not believe in himself, he does not love himself.
I’ve also said it before, he needs some sort of counseling. I believe he’s still being affected from witnessing his father assault his mother when he was five. Hence why he turns to technology to shut the world out. He’s been doing that since he was 5. It started with movies, watching Garfield over and over (since that was playing during the time of the assault), then he turned to video-games. However, counseling would be entirely up to my ex, and my ex won’t do it. Probably because he thinks C.A.S will be called on him or something.
There’s another difference between the way my partner and I parent, and my ex. My ex prefers to isolate. While I believe the native saying that it takes a community to raise a child. My partner agrees.
So yeah, 2 conflicting ways of schooling, and 2 conflicting ways of parenting… it’s a challenge. But like I said, each parent has a different way of doing things.
Thankfully my daughter doesn’t have the same issue regarding school. She’s doing well in school. Matter of fact, after a weekend visit here, my partner was impressed when I told him that she wanted to go to school that morning. So she’s been listening to what my partner and I have been trying to say, and perhaps sees the value in it. Not to mention, she was pretty eager to show her friend the craft we made over the weekend. It was a Penguin Light Switch Cover. We made 3. One for her, one for me, and one for her friend. They turned out pretty cute.
Anyways, her and my partner seem to get along okay. She’s adjusting to the rules. She did pout one weekend about keeping her room clean, but has been getting better at it. The cleaning that is.
Onto other things…at the New School of Colour, I brought in something I’ve been working on for the Twitter Art Exhibit. It’s going to be a portrait of my partner. I shared my progress online and people liked it. However, when I brought it to the New School of Colour, it’s like it just got picked apart. This is wrong, and this is wrong, and this is wrong. It kinda makes me uncomfortable to draw in front of the facilitator if I do not draw the way he does.
I mean, he says “art is the artists journey”, but is it? Not if you have someone telling you what to do. And drawing on your work. It becomes their work. Their journey. So yeah, that is something he needs to stop doing. I understand he enjoys helping and inspiring others, but too much criticism deflates an artists confidence. If he truly believes in that analogy regarding the artists journey, than he needs to give artists more freedom, and understand that not all artists are the same, or are not going to create the same image as he. Part of the journey, the learning, is the struggle. The artist doesn’t learn if your doing their work for them. Which is a downfall he had with another artist, because now she won’t work unless he’s there. She has become highly dependent on him.
Besides, every artist has a different perspective. If we all sat around a table and were asked to draw or paint an object, chances are, every image would be different, even though we were looking at the same object. Everyone has their own unique style, and perspective. Why try to conform everyones style and perspective into yours?
So yeah, the New School of Colour was Tuesday, and yesterday. I went Tuesday, but didn’t go Wednesday. I didn’t feel like getting more criticism. Plus, with the fatigue I’ve been feeling lately due to my pregnancy, I took a nap instead. Haha! With the extra weight, everything takes that much more of an effort.
Anyways, I need to get some blood work done at some point today. I was going to yesterday, but by the time I was all ready, I ran out of time. I need an extra hour while I’m at the lab. I gotta drink this glucose stuff, wait an hour, then let the doctors stab my rubber suit and steal my blood. 😦 Lol It’s a diabetes test. I remember doing it before with my other pregnancies.
I also still need to book an appointment with the Birthing Centre. My plan is to have a natural birth, but to have the laughing gas there just in case. I refuse to do an epidural. During contractions, maybe have a bath or shower. We shall see.
Since my baby is no longer underweight, an ultrasound is no longer needed. So the sex of my baby is still a mystery. It drives us a bit stir crazy, because we know that relatives want to know the sex of the baby, so that they can start buying clothing and what not. But nope. He/ she remains a mystery baby.
Which reminds me, we had to think of a different name if our baby is a boy. My partners father told my partner that Adelaide is a girls name, and that kinda made my partner insecure. So he asked if we could change it. Rather than having Adelaide as a first name, it will remain a middle name for either sex of the baby. If you recall, we were going to name a girl; Lily Adelaide King Wuytenburg. And for a boy, Adelaide Derek King Wuytenburg. Well…for the boy, that’s changed. And since my partner speaks of his grandfather so highly, We decided on a shortened version of his grandfathers name, instead of Martin, Marty. So if our baby is a boy, Marty Adelaide King Wuytenburg. Adelaide will remain in the name because of the meaning/ history behind it. It just won’t be used for a first name, because I guess that would be “too embarrassing.”
Ya know? My ex used to be all insecure about our sons name, Anakin. Just because his loser friends mocked and made fun of it. But look at it now. Anakin is one of the most popular names in the U.S. AND when people meet our son, they love his name. I knew it was a good name! 🙂
Anyways, there’s a lot that has happened. I mean, my doctors appointments are now every 2 weeks… We’re trying to get ready for the baby…getting things here and there. So on and so forth. I think that’s enough for this blog post anyways, you don’t need all the details. Just whatever is on my mind. So yeah, until next time, peace and love! – Pooks
“The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic.”
– Oscar Wilde
Long time no see!
I apologize for not blogging much lately. I think it’s been 2 weeks or so since the last time I blogged. But with Christmas rapidly approaching, we’ve been kinda busy. However, we think that my son and my daughter will have a good Christmas. Thanks to everyone that pitched in to help make this possible, wither it be through providing gifts, or money for gifts. You’re awesome! Miigwech!
Anyways, my last two Leads appointments went well. We started a module on confidence, and it turns out that my confidence isn’t as low as I had thought. It’s pretty good considering. However, pinpointing my insecurities, or admitting my insecurities was quite difficult. I got all teary eyed. But yeah, I had to state what goes through my mind, and what could have started those negative thoughts that belittle me and hold me back. It all goes back to my childhood, and the abusive foster mom. Fuck her!
I guess I need to talk about shit more until it no longer has any effect on me. But that’s the problem, as an introvert, I don’t talk about these things. In fact, I would rather try to forget. Even though that doesn’t really work, obviously. Ya know? I can move on with my life, but somewhere in the back of my mind these memories still exist, and haunt me when I am trying to move up in my life. So yeah, I need to speak about it verbally. That’s going to be a challenge. Talking about things and people I would rather pretend didn’t even exist.
Thankfully, I have my partner, and I know when I’m ready, he will listen.
But that’s enough of that. That’s some internal shit I need to work on that could in the end improve my confidence.
Umm… what else? Last week we made snow flakes out of paper at Leads. Just doing something fun and creative before the holidays. This wasn’t your ordinary fold and cut kind of snow flake. So thanks to my worker for teaching me something new. The one I made turned out pretty cool, and it is now hanging on my front door. So instead of your typical Christmas wreath, I have this cool looking snowflake! 🙂
At the New School of Colour, I completed a painting that has that H.R Giger Xenomorph resemblance. Which is pretty cool since I was not copying from any images, it was straight out of my head/ memory, and it came pretty close. People can tell where the inspiration came from.
As for the background, I was trying to paint without the bristles of a paintbrush. So I’d use the other end. Or I would find other objects to use. Such as the cap to my Gatorade, or the lid to my Lays Chips container. So on and so forth. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. I brought it home so that my partner can put a clear coat on it, since I can’t really do that on my own. Being pregnant and all. I have to be more careful around things that involve chemicals.
Last week, my mind kinda went blank. So I was working on some zentangles just for the hell of it.
Which reminds me, the current facilitator said that he’d try to get my art work into the library. Kind of like a small solo exhibit. That’s cool. I mean, I’ve been with the New School of Colour since 2011, and still haven’t had a solo art exhibition yet. Maybe it’s about time.
Umm… Within these last 2 weeks I also submitted some of my photography into something called “Colouring London”. Similar to what I have participated in the past with my photography, “Colouring between the Lines”. It is run by the same person that did the “Colouring between the Lines” exhibition a year or two ago, Lincoln McCardle. The difference is, this time around, the photographs submitted that get converted into colouring pages will become part of a colouring book. That’s cool. The proceeds will go to a local charity. There’s still time to get involved, so if you are a London, ON photographer, you can submit your work to the following FB page:
This past weekend my daughter was teaching me some French that she’s been learning at school. So that’s pretty awesome. She knows more words than I do. According to her report card, she’s doing well in school.
However, when it comes to an education, my son is falling more and more behind. From my perspective, both the school and my ex are responsible. The school, because it’s like they don’t want my son around. So even though my ex has been bringing my son to school, the school just sends our son back home shortly after. I can understand why my ex would get fed up, and decide to pull our son out of school. That goes on long enough, it’s like, what’s the point of bringing him in, if the school is just going to send him back home anyways. However, the homeschooling hasn’t really started, and according to my daughter, my son just sleeps all day. And sometimes I think my ex is capable of teaching our son, other times… I worry. I mean, an education is not watching Infowars. He needs to learn to read and write, and do math, and learn other skills that would benefit his future. Perhaps even learning a trade if all else fails. Infowars, and conspiracy theories won’t do that. I mean, our son has got to learn to take care of himself one day, and at this rate, it’s not looking so good. He’s not motivated to learn anything. It seems like his only interest is videogames. So as his mother, I am concerned. How do you teach someone that doesn’t want to learn? Or maybe noone has found the way to teach him yet. I mean, educational institutions focus on one way of learning, and that is auditory. Not everyone learns that way. Some people, like myself, are more visual and kinaesthetic.
Anyways, that’s a little mind boggling. I mean, I only see my children on weekends, so there is only so much I can do. My time is limited. So my sons education basically lies in the hands of the primary caregiver, my ex. Hopefully he can figure something out. Our son doesn’t need to fall more behind than he already is.
Other than that, my visits with my children have been going well. they’re good children. Even though my partner feels as if my son is being a bit resistant towards him. That whole “You’re not my father” kinda thing. But my man can understand, and has been pretty patient. I mean, he too has grown up with step dads in his life. So yeah, he can understand my son in that regard more than my son realizes. Lol
Before I forget, I want to mention that over the weekend I finally did a Christmas window painting. I painted the Grinch on the front window of my house, and I guess it turned out pretty good. I mean, the neighbors across the street asked my partner where we bought it from. I guess they thought it was one of those peel and stick on things you put on your window. Haha! Nope! My man proudly answered and said that I painted it, and that he’s always amazed with the things I can paint.
Umm.. what else? We’ve been preparing for our baby. Thank you to Angie Cooke from the Hamiltion Rd/ OEV Buy Nothing Group for giving us a crib. And thank you to the kind lady that traveled all the way from Strathroy to give us a stroller. That takes care of two major pricey baby items we’ll be needing in the near future. The crib we got for free. As for the stroller, we probably paid only the quarter of the price of a brand new one. In the long run, that will help us out financially.
While I’m saying my thank you’s. I want to thank my good friend Melly for coming with me t o the Mall last week to do some Christmas shopping. It helps to go with someone that is familiar with the malls. 🙂
As for a baby update, my next doctor appointment is early January, and I believe my next ultrasound will be scheduled then. However I am happy to say that I can feel my baby kick more often. It’s kicks are getting stronger. So he or she must be growing. 🙂
Oh that reminds me, we did pick out names for our baby, even though we don’t know the sex yet.
For a girl: Lily Adelaide King Wuytenburg
For a boy: Adelaide Derek King Wuytenburg
We got the name Lily from my daughter. She actually suggested Lily tiger ( I think she meant Tiger Lily). But we thought the name Lily alone had a ring to it.
As for Adelaide, that is the name of the street that holds a lot of my partner and I’s relationship history. My man gave me his number to me twice on Adelaide Street. We’ve been for dates on Adelaide. We went grocery shopping on Adelaide. We both lived east of Adelaide. Our baby was even conceived on Adelaide. Lol The list goes on and on.
Derek, because that is my mans name. And my man has his fathers name for a middle name. so were kinda passing on the tradition so to speak.
King is my biological last name.
Wuytenburg is my mans last name.
So yaaay! We have a name. We actually picked those out months ago, but I just forgot to mention it here. Now you know.
Anyways, I think this is turning into quite the novel, so I shall end it here. Hard to believe Christmas is 2 days away already. But I am excited. It’s been awhile since I have celebrated Christmas with my son and daughter. I am looking forward to it. So I guess that leaves me with one more thank you. Thank you to my ex for allowing me to have our children over at my place for Christmas. It means a lot!
Oh, and thank you to the readers that actually take the time to read this whole blog post. Lol I know, it’s a long one. But then again, I’ve been M.I.A for 2 weeks. So yeah, a nice long blog post should make up for my absence. Hope you enjoyed the read. Peace and Love! – Pooks
Hello. I’ve decided I’m going to type out part of my blog today, save it as a draft, and then add to it more later. I just want to write some things down before I forget.
So last weekend, I had my visit with my children on a Friday for 4 hours. I was late, but I felt that I needed to let the puppies out once more before leaving the house.
Anyways, we went to the dollar store, and picked up some flashlights, glow sticks, and my son wanted those silly glasses with the googly eyes. We wanted things that lit up since we planned to walk in the nearby conservation area, and with the sun going down, we needed some kind of light source.
It was a short walk, my daughter got spooked by the possibility of coyotes, and her brother started talking about ghosts and monsters. However, time kinda flew that day, because afterwards we planned on going to a park, and my alarm went off on the way there. I have an alarm that goes off at 7:30pm to notify us that it was time to head back to Tim Hortons (which is the pick up and drop off place that their father and I have arranged). So we went back to Tim Hortons, and still had about 20 minutes to kill. They wanted to try what I was drinking earlier that evening, a white hot chocolate, and I was like, sure, why not? Turns out that they became very wired from the white hot chocolates. They were behaving off the wall. So when my ex came to pick them up, he was trying to have a serious conversation with me, as usual, but I was having a hard time trying to not laugh at what my daughter and son were doing. Making faces, fart noises, pretending they were melting under the table, so on and so forth. Being children. It was funny. The kinda silliness that makes you want to join in. However, I didn’t want to be rude, and yeah, tried to listen to what their father was saying, despite the silly distractions. Lol So yeah, note to self: White Hot Chocolate makes your children go bonkers.
After the visit, I returned home, and my man and his friend were having a fire out back. I think that was the night I got emotional regarding my mans drinking, I opened up and admitted a fear. Which isn’t easy for me to do. Ya know? I do worry about his drinking from time to time. And even though he has cut back, it’s the way he talks about alcohol that scares me. He sounds like an alcoholic. He needs to drink if he’s in pain, if he’s had a rough day, to celebrate a good day, to chill with the guys. There’s a number of reasons/ excuses. And he knows that the reason I didn’t go out with him 3 years ago, it was because of his partying and drinking. Ya know? I’m past that phase, I don’t need to drink and party to have fun. I went years without drinking, it was when I started to date him that I thought, okay maybe I can loosen up a little bit. But now that I’m pregnant, and am going to be a full-time parent again, yeah, I’m going to be a bit of a tight ass again. I don’t depend on alcohol. And when I hear him speak sometimes, it sounds like he does.
He tries to reassure me that he will straighten his act up when the baby arrives. But the thing is, I don’t want to go through the same b.s that I went through with my ex. Ya know? I don’t want to be stuck with another little boy that just wants to party, get drunk and high with his boys, while I’m at home trying my best to manage as a parent on my own. My man, says he knows what he’s capable of, as in when it comes to cutting back or quitting. But I still have my doubts. Compared to how much he used to drink, even his friends say he’s mellowed out. So I’ll temporarily sweep it under the rug, and yeah, only time will tell if he will straighten up and man up. Actions speak louder than words.
Yes I expressed some concerns I’ve had lately regarding my boyfriend and alcohol. But, I’m going to take his advice, hang in there a little longer, and have faith that he will show me I have nothing to fear. I do love him dearly, and I can only hope that I’m not going to go through the same shit as I have in the past.
Ya know? He says he’s always wanted a family of his own, to have a child. And with what’s he’s done so far, he seems pretty sincere. It could be just past experiences/ perspectives that could be haunting me. I worry and think too much. But then again, there are people that can’t give up a crazy lifestyle for the sake of their family. Please prove my fears wrong.
On Saturday, I went to Westmount for this event called Art Blast, which was being held at the For the Love of Art Centre. I would not have known about it, if it hadn’t been for Twitter. I find that Twitter seems to be a good way to find art events and exhibitions that I can participate in.
It was my first time at the For the Love of Art Centre. But yeah, I painted non-stop for 4 hours. The event is to support their centre. There will be an auction coming up, so all the pieces that were created there will be auctioned off starting Oct 31st, and the artists get 25% back of the proceeds that their art piece sells for. That’s cool. I get to support a non-profit organization that encourages art and creativity on the west end of London, AND I get my art out there. Yaaaay!! For more details regarding the auction, keep an eye on the following Facebook page: ForTheLoveofArtLondonOntario
After the event, I met up with my man downtown and we did some shopping downtown.
Monday, I was home. Didn’t do too much. Tuesday, I have no idea what happened, just got some major pregnancy fatigue, and napped longer that day than I intended to. Probably means I need to eat more. But yeah, I missed the New School of Colour this week. However, I was given the heads up that next week, the New School of colour will be on a Wednesday afternoon.
Today I was getting my appointments back in order and now that that’s taken care of, one less thing to stress about.
During the week, I have been supporting my friend Melly. If you haven’t noticed the re-blogs lately. I’m just so happy to see her standing up for something she believes in, despite the criticism she gets from people of higher supposed stature or status. Maybe I’m intrigued by her rebellion in a way. Ya know? People, even local news papers try to silence her opinions, but they don’t crush her persistence and determination. She has something to say regarding Homelessness and Poverty, and she’s damn well going to be heard. I love it! She even got interviewed on 106.9fm The X. I’m so freakin proud of her. It’s good to see her fight for something she believes in. Ya know? It’s like, my little Melly, she’s all grown up. She’s turning into quite the mighty woman. Get out of her freakin way!! Lol You can read and follow her blog at the following link:
According to my man, some family members on his side are getting a bit anxious to find out the sex of the baby. Unfortunately, I do not have that answer yet. We won’t know until early November, within the first 2 weeks, after the next ultrasound.
When we think about it, our home is never going to have a dull moment. 3 shitzus, 3 children (2 on weekends) . There’s always going to be something happening. Lol
My man and I joke around about naming our child; Raspberry Sue, no matter what the sex. Lol It gives us a good laugh. Raspberry, because my man has given my tummy so many raspberries during this pregnancy so far, that our child will probably think his/her name is raspberry. And Sue, because if our baby is a boy, my man says that name would toughen him up by the time he’s an adult. Imagine a grown man named Raspberry Sue, not one to mess with. Lol But no worries, that will not be the name of our Little Turkey Hunter, that name is just jokes. I think once we know the sex of the baby, we’ll get a better idea on what to name our child.
My man got the day off yesterday which was nice. He normally keeps himself pretty busy around the house, organizing things and cleaning. He was tuckered out by the end of the day. I find it funny how he says his dad is a workaholic, but so is he. However, I do have fun distracting him here and there.
Today I can relax, and do whatever. Tomorrow, I go in to see my doctor for my third prenatal check-up, and that is when I can pick up a new form for my next ultrasound since the one I had had gone m.i.a. I do recall my ultrasound appointment being within the first two weeks of November. My man won’t be with me for this one, but I’ll shoot him a text as soon as I know the sex of the baby, and he can spread the news to his family.
Then Saturday and Sunday my children will be over, and I’m excited to take them out for Halloween. I finally decided what my costume is going to be, and I don’t have to buy anything except face paint. I just need jeans, and a plaid/ or button up shirt. I already have a hat I can use. But yeah, I’m going to be a scarecrow this year. A cute lil pregnant scarecrow. 🙂 Lol
Anyways, that is the basically what’s been going on in the life of Pooks. Over all it’s been good, with some worries, but not too much. Thank you so much for reading! Until next time! Peace and love – Pooks
“Your perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in.”- Shannon L. Alder
So another week has past, and here I am again. Hi! 🙂 Lol
Anyways, I’ll begin with last weekend, which was AWESOME! I had my children over, and yeah, it was a good weekend. We also had a friend over to celebrate his birthday. His only request for his birthday was to have a fire in the backyard, and that’s what he got, along with hot dogs, and smores.
My daughter, and my man, demolished an old dresser with a couple of sledge hammers. They looked like they had fun. I think my daughter enjoys helping out with whatever when she can. It will be great to see what those two create when it comes to the garden next summer. Yup, my backyard will be getting a make-over. It’s exciting!
My man and my son continued their match on Call of Duty Advanced, and yeah, my man got his ass kicked. Haha! I told ya, muh boy’s a gamer.
Oh! Another thing. My daughter mentioned that they ( my daughter, son, and their father) were struggling financially, and were a bit tight on food. Not in those words. But yeah, she let me know that they were struggling this month. But that is not the point I want to focus on, more of my man’s actions, and why he’s so freakin awesome! When it was time to take my children back home, before we left my place, my man packed up a bag to bring to my children’s father. The bag included KD, canned food, and even some home-made chicken noodle soup he had made over the weekend. That’s just awesome!! Making sure muh babies are fed. Gotta love him. He really is a gentleman. ❤
Umm.. Monday, I didn’t really do too much. I think that was a social media guru day. Plus some organizing around the house.
As for Tuesday, the New School of Colour ran in the afternoon at 1:30pm due to renovations at the Ark Aid Street Mission. Congrats to them, they deserve a brand new spiffy kitchen for all they do for the community.
At the New School of Colour I completed the small acrylic painting I was working on, and that will be in the upcoming art exhibit called The Healing Palette in St.Thomas. Along with two older paintings of mine. So that’s pretty cool. There will be a variety of art from the members of the New School of Colour, so if you can make it out to that exhibition, check it out! It runs from October 23ird to November 7th at the Elgin Hospital in St. Thomas!
Regarding The Healing Palette art exhibition. The lovely lady that is picking up the art pieces for the exhibition, I was told is a Pooks fan. I was also told that because of this, I can submit whatever art piece I wanted, dark art or not. So that’s pretty cool. Thanks for being a fan. I appreciate it! 🙂
So the other 2 pieces I’ve submitted are oil paintings I’ve done in the past. One being my H.R Giger inspired, The Jester with the Oozing Eyes. Many people have claimed that they wanted to buy it, but never have. So now it’s up for grabs. And the other painting I submitted is a painting of tree people, which I currently named “Security”, because at that time while I was painting it, I was really trying to capture that feeling of security.
As I’ve mentioned before, 10% of the proceeds off each painting either goes back to the New School of Colour, or the Ark Aid Street Mission. That is if they do sell. And if they do, I plan to put the rest of whatever my paintings make towards my man’s and I’s baby fund. With a baby on the way, we kinda want to prepare as much as possible, and this will be my way in pitching in, through my art.
Speaking of preparing for the baby. My mans sister offered to give us whatever she doesn’t use anymore when it comes to her son. Even though we don’t really know the sex of the baby yet. So that’s going to be a huge help. And my mans mother will be making baby blankets and whatnot. I am quite flabbergasted by the support, and I am grateful. Every bit helps. Funny how kindness can shed any form of resentment.
Yes, my mans mother and I got into a bit of a quarrel awhile back. But I can’t stay angry. She’s going to be our little turkey hunter’s grandma, better yet, a supportive grandma. Perhaps I’m not used to seeing family being that supportive. Heck, the one I was raised by belittled and abused me. I recall my supposed “mom” accusing me of using her when I needed help with my son when he was a baby. Hence why I tried my damnedest not to ask her for a freakin thing over the years. Ya know? She always had that tendency to twist shit around to make it appear like she’s a victim in one way or another. So of coarse I cut those ties with that family, and I have no regrets. I’m just kinda left to my own devices to figure out what the heck a family really is. Sure I got in contact with my biological relatives. But I don’t have a really close bond with them, at least not yet. I try to keep in touch. The distance does make it difficult, considering most of my relatives are up north.
Anyways, when it comes to figuring out what a family is, I’m doing something right. My children adore me. Not bad for someone that has to figure it all out on their own.
Which reminds me, my son was asking for a facebook account. Thank goodness both my ex and I agree that a) he’s too young, and b) he needs to learn to read and write in order to use it. Anyways, if and when that time comes, hopefully my ex has the sense to make sure that THAT family is blocked from my sons account. They are not mine, or his family.
It’s bad enough that my supposed “mom’s” eldest sisters daughter tried to follow me on Twitter. Nuh uh… Damn rights I blocked her. Probably just snooping into my business to collect gossip for the haters in that family. No thanks!
On Wednesday, my man and I slept in, and he missed work that day. However, he made up for it, I think, by busting his ass off at home. Emptying boxes and organizing. This place is finally coming together and starting to feel like a home again. There’s less clutter from the move, and our home is becoming more functional. So yaaay!!
However, sometimes when it comes to organization, there comes disorientation. As in, things mysteriously disappear from all the cleaning and organizing that you have no idea where things have gone. Such as my form for my next ultrasound, and my appointment card for my next doctors appointment. AAAAAAH!!! So yeah, going to have to contact my doctor to get another copy of those, as I’m sure both appointments are coming up. It would be good to know when.
Other than that, today I’m blogging and reflecting. Oh!! I almost forgot to mention something regarding the New School of Colour. I may have possibly hooked up the New School of Colour with an upcoming Spring event. I noticed on Facebook that The Circle Women’s Collective was looking for artists, so I recommended the artists from the New School of Colour. They will probably be contacting The Ark, or one of the facilitators of the New School of Colour fairly soon. Yaaaay! I’m feeling both accomplished and proud. I did that! Little ole me! 🙂 Haha!
I should probably contact Leads as well, as my schedule went off skew since the whole sickness from the meds, followed by the nasty chest cold. Ya know? Get back on track with that. Even though I doubt anyone will hire a prego mama that is due in 5 months. Yeah, I’m kinda skeptical about that. Which is why I’m glad I have my art to fall back on if needs be.
I also need to start working on an art piece for the Twitter Art Exhibit.
Anyways, I see my children tomorrow for 4 hours. Yaaaay! However, I can’t be doing any running. Just waddling. Haha! Well, we always find something to do.
Other than that, looking forward to having another fire outback with my man this weekend. I did invite a friend, but she might have plans with her own man, which is understandable. With his hectic work schedule, they hardly get to spend much quality time together. So if that opportunity arises, I understand if she just wants one on one time with her man. Either way, my man and I are having a fire, and hopefully the weather cooperates.
That is all I shall write today, hope you enjoyed! Peace and Love – Pooks
“What you allow, is what will continue.” – Unknown
Thanksgiving has come and gone. My man and I had one friend each over, and my son and daughter were over for the weekend. The dinner turned out delicious. My man was a wonderful chef and did a great job. However, he made a lot of food, so yeah, we got lots of leftovers. Haha!
Umm.. over the weekend my daughter and I did some pumpkin carving. Oh my god, I haven’t done that in years! Had some ancient memories of my own past of carving pumpkins, and I remembered a spoon helps scrap the rest of the inside of the pumpkin out. Funny how odd memories like that kick in out of the blue. Especially when you are doing something that you haven’t done in awhile. Anyways, it was fun. Both my daughter and I enjoyed the messy fun.
It was a good long weekend. As I predicted in the previous post, my daughter was happy to see the puppies, especially Chewie whom she now calls her new best-friend.
My boyfriend and my son kinda had a match against each-other on the X-Box One, Call of Duty Advanced. Since we only have one controller, they took turns, and the one with the most kills wins. Well the funny thing is that they kept on getting a tie. So yeah, I’m sure that match between the two of them is to be continued… Lol
I know I said this before, but I am so grateful to have found a man that accepts my children as part of the package. Ya know? He makes an effort to get to know them, and bond. That means a lot to me.
On Monday, my boyfriend had that day off, so he worked around the house, and we took a walk by the river with our 3 shitzus. It was a beautiful day for a walk, and the dogs loved it. They were tuckered right out when we returned home.
In other news, I have returned to the New School of Colour sooner than expected. I don’t know, I got a text from a fellow artist giving me the heads up that it was going to be open yesterday evening. Apparently he had spoke to the Executive Director of the Ark Aid Street Mission regarding the program, and yeah, the reigns so to speak have been passed down onto him. So thank you Doug and Marshall for keeping the New School of Colour alive at The Ark. Both are firm believers that the program is both a positive and beneficial to the community. So yeah, I’m back, and will support the New School of Colour as long as I can. I imagine I will be taking some time away once my baby is born. Ya know? I will be pretty busy with a newborn. But as the baby gets older, I will probably return again, along with my baby. That kind of positive atmosphere, creativity, and sense of community could be beneficial to my baby. Besides, as I said numerous times, no matter how many times I try to stray away, I always return to The Ark and the New School of Colour. I love those people, they’re muh peeps! The staff, the volunteers, and fellow artists, and fellow peeps from the community, Love ya. They all make it what it is.
Anyways, I brought a small canvas with me to the art session yesterday, it was a gift from my man, and I put it to good use. My projects normally take me forever to complete, but yesterday, since I haven’t painted in awhile, the creativity was just flowing. Even fellow artists noticed and pointed out that that was fast. It’s almost done.
Anyways, for the New School of Colour fans, I shall let you know that we will be partaking in an upcoming art exhibition called The Healing Palette. We participated last year, and will again this year. 30 pieces will be submitted from the group, and keep in mind that 10% of the proceeds either goes back to The Ark Aid Street Mission, or the New School of Colour. So your support would be greatly appreciated.
The Healing Palette, 10th Annual Art Exhibition takes place on October 23ird – November 7th at the St.Thomas Elgin Genera Hospital – 198 Elm Street – St Thomas, ON. The opening gala is on October 23ird in the Atrium of the hospital. “The exhibit will showcase how, in expressing spirit, art gives hope and strength.” And speaking from my own personal experience, I know that is true.
Speaking of exhibitions, the call-out for artists for the next Twitter Art Exhibit has been made. That is for any amateur to professional artist that use Twitter. So far, I’ve participated twice, and it’s been exciting to have my art go to places such as Florida, and Norway. Coming up in the new year, New York City!! So stoked to be apart of that. My man already bought me materials so that I can create an art piece for this particular event. I love that he’s so supportive!
Anyways, if you are an artist that is on Twitter, you can participate. Keep an eye on the following web page for instructions on how to donate your art to the exhibit. The more the merrier! The Twitter Art Exhibit helps charities and non-profit organizations. The next exhibit, in 2016, all proceeds will benefit Foster Prides Homemade Program. Anyways, the link! Details on where to send your post card sized art, and how to participate will be revealed in late October!
And speaking of late October, my children will be over for the weekend of Halloween!! Yaaaay! It’s been forever since I celebrated Halloween with them. Glad I get the chance to before they get to big for the trick or treating stuff. I think the last time I celebrated Halloween with them, was during the time I only had access through the C.A.S supervised access program. Back when C.A.S had a building on Dundas Street, which now is turning into S.O.A.H.A.C… back in 2012. Just found a youtube video of it….Man they grow fast!!
Newho, Halloween!! I’m not sure where the Trick or Treating hot spots are in this neighborhood yet. But we’ll see. It will be awesome regardless. I’m grateful that my visit lands on Halloween, and that my ex is okay with that.
Anyways, those are the major things that have happened, or that is happening lately. Hope you enjoyed the read! Until next time, peace & love! – Pooks
“Thank you’ is a wonderful phrase. Use it. It will add stature to your soul.”
– Marjorie Pay Hinckley
Well I guess I do have time to blog today. I thought my Leads appointment was today, but apparently it was yesterday. The date my worker had written on my appointment card was different from what she had put in her book. So yeah, there has been some confusion, and clearly I missed my appointment. But I will see her on the 26th. The day after my birthday. Hooray! Haha!
Newho, where to begin? Hold on… I need to check where I had left off…
Oh right! Game night! That was fun. I had my boyfriend and a couple friends over and we played Cards Against Humanity. Hahaha! That is a very interesting, twisted game. Umm.. Thanks to my bestie for bringing over the tea, and buying us a large pizza to split. Good times!
Thursday was kind of a blur last week. Probably just a regular day.
On Friday I met more of my mans side of the family. Such as his mother, her boyfriend, and my boyfriends brothers and sisters. That evening we sat outdoors at my mans brothers place, had some beers, and just talked, chilled. I was kinda put on the spot with some questions, but I was very honest. For example; my boyfriends mothers boyfriend sensed that I had a dark side to me, and asked if I cut myself. Honestly, I don’t, but I used to many years ago. I find now that there is no need for it anymore, that suppression. Ya know? I used to do it to suppress my emotions. But now look at me, through my art and writing, I have become quite expressive, and there is no shame in doing so.
Anyways, it was funny that they said I was a definite upgrade from my boyfriends last girlfriend. So yeah, yaaaaay!
They were surprised to hear that I had a book published. I mean, yes, that is quite the accomplishment. But looking at it now, I would like to do another one. But better. And maybe have it edited before publishing. Haha! I don’t know. I noticed there are some grammar mistakes within the first one. So I consider it my “rookie” book. I kinda threw whatever material I had over the years, slopped it all together, and voila! There’s my first book! I might do something similar with the second, chaotic, not in any specific order. Just because that’s just me. But at least spell checked! Haha! Not yet though.
Newho, if you are interested in checking out my “rookie” book, “Random Thoughts of an Alien Goddess”, it’s only available on Lulu. I will provide the link here:
“Random Thoughts of an Alien Goddess” basically a self portrait in many forms so to speak. However, I can’t recall if I mentioned why I call myself an alien goddess within the book or not. Those that have been following my blog for a long period of time already know. I refer to myself as an alien because I don’t quite fit into your world, and I’m kind of alienated. I’m a non-conformist to put it bluntly. But that’s okay. I’ve learned to love and accept that about myself. As for the goddess thing, that is based on a quote said by Pablo Picasso regarding women. He said they are either door-mats or goddesses. And yeah, I made my choice.
I don’t think I mentioned the cover either within my book. I mean, the time frame it was taken was discussed within the book. Yes it is a nude, but still modest and showing nothing. But basically, that “selfie” was taken after weeks of depression, starvation, and sleeping. After my attempt of a slow suicide years ago. That picture captured my awakening. Waking up as “Pooks”, not the same as I was before, wither I realized it at the time or not.
My man’s family gave my man a wonderful idea, which is basically to turn one of my poems in the book into a song. That would be cool!
Anyways, moving on.
On Saturday a reunion was held at my boyfriends sisters place. I even brought my own children there, and they were too shy to really interact and socialize with the other children. Ya know? New people. New Environment. A comment was said to me to “cut the cord already”, because they were being clingy. But it’s understandable. Going somewhere surrounded by strangers for the first time. I mean yes, my daughter is always clingy regardless. She is my youngest. But I am working on that, and she is aware of it lately. I think she’s starting to get it. Some space between us can be good.
I guess when they were speaking with the other children, my daughter said that if my boyfriend and I get married, that my boyfriends siblings would become their aunts and uncles. One of my boyfriends sisters disagreed, but my daughter is right. She’s is a smart cookie 😉 Anyways, it’s just funny that my boyfriend and I were the topic of discussion.
Which reminds me, over the weekend my daughter said if anyone tries to mess with my boyfriends and I’s relationship, she will kick them in the bum. Haha! It makes me happy that my boyfriend and my kids get along. I mean, I am lucky to have found someone that accepts my children, includes them as part of the package because they are a huge part of me and my life. As for my children accepting my boyfriend, clearly they must see how much he makes me happy.
Anyways, starting to get freakin mushy on you. that’s enough of that. Moving on.
Sunday, after I dropped my kids off at their house. I returned to my boyfriends place. He went to bed early, and I stayed up to watch a movie. Anyways, I fell asleep on the couch, and at 3am, my boyfriend woke up wondering where the heck I was. So he got up and found me sleeping on the couch, and then carried me to bed. I normally freak out when I’m lifted up off my feet. Fear of heights here. Newho, I guess I was really peaceful while I was asleep. I just thought that was sweet.
Monday!! I forget.
Tuesday was the New School of Colour and I worked on my painting. Although, my sleeve smudged it as I was holding up someone elses art piece so that they can sign the back of their art. So yeah. Guuuuuh!! More shit to fix up. I decided to make it look intentional, so I expressed my frustration, and added more sporadic smudges. Haha! Problem solved. Don’t freakin tell there isn’t any freakin problem solving to do when it comes to art. Omigosh! I swear, it’s always something.
Wednesday I painted some more at my boyfriends place. During one of our hikes in the past, I picked up a rock that I wanted to paint on. However I was having trouble regarding what to paint on it, and my boyfriend gave me an awesome suggestion. He suggested that I browse through his Chinese/ English dictionary, pick a work that I think defines him, and paint that on the rock. So that’s what I did. Except more. I painted some photography I did of storm clouds on the rock, and I put “Both Beautiful and Intelligent” written in Chinese on it. I was quite proud of it when I was done.
Today, I thought I had a Leads appointment, but nope. After checking my e-mail, I realize that my appointment was actually yesterday. So instead, I posted an ad up on Kijiji for my man. He’s trying to sell two puppies here in London,ON. Check out the ad if you are interested. The puppies are soooo cute!
Speaking of the puppies. The only male shiatsu finally got a home. My man gave him as a gift to his mom. Omigod! Did my man and I go though a lot of b.s over that puppy. Not from his mom either, but from this old lady that owns a black shiatsu already in my mans neighborhood. She claims her dog is the father, and that she has the right to a free male puppy. Ummm no. Not to forget that another male shiatsu could be a possible father, so there is no certainty which one is the father. My man gave the owner of the other shiatsu $50, and offered this woman the same. She didn’t accept it. So my man offered to sell her a puppy for $200, and she didn’t take that offer either. I mean, he had already promised his mother a male puppy years before this woman came along. So yeah, she was a nut case. I mean, she was text messaging my man, saying that if god wants it to be, it will be, and stuff like that. And saying God will make him lose his job, lose his girlfriend, his home, so on and so forth….OVER THIS PUPPY?!!
I mean, it sure didn’t seem like “god” was tampering with our relationship. More like she was, approaching me, while my mans at work, calling him a liar and a jackass behind his back.
Her attempt to talk to me about it was just plain dumb. I’m a bit of a hard-ass. Based on her crappy behavior, I told my man to tell her to go fuck herself, long before he decided that she’s getting squat. He made attempts to be fair, because he’s nice like that.
Yeah, I kinda ranted on Twitter about that whole situation briefly. #NoShiatsuForYou Haha!
Newho, Glads that’s over with. Glad the male puppy is safely out of the area, and in a new home. My man told this woman that if she bothers us again, he’s gonna charge her for harassment and slander. So yeah, haven’t heard a peep from her since. Thank goodness!
Anyways, I need to get something to eat. I’m hungry. So I shall end it there. Thanks for reading! – Pooks
“I have learned that to be with those I like is enough”- Walt Whitman
Just got back in, so I got a bit of time to sit down and type. Yaaaay!
Newho, last weekend my children and I celebrated my daughters birthday. I made her a vanilla birthday cake. She loved it. It was also the long weekend, so when we went to the park, we got to see fireworks going off in the neighborhood. It was cool. One kind teenager even gave my daughter a sparkler. So thanks to that kind young lady, my daughter loved it while it lasted.
Overall, it was a good weekend. It just ended kinda stressful. I just had to misplace my keys, and I noticed they were missing when it was time to take my children back to Merrymount. Anyways, as time went on with my search for the keys, by this time, I knew I wasn’t going to make it there on time. So I sent a message to Merrymount, saying something along the lines of forwarding a message to my ex to come to my house for the pick up. To make things more stressful, Merrymount could not arrange that and suggested that I either contact my ex, or someone we both know and trust to help out with the exchange. Well…obviously I don’t associate with my ex’s crowd and vise-versa. So yeah, I was in a bit of a pickle. I guess they were giving my ex a hard time on his end as well. Luckily for me, I was able to find his number and contact him directly. So yeah, now he has my number. But when he came to pick up our kids, he agreed, regarding keeping our communication to minimum.
My ex was saying we should just cut Merrymount out all together. I don’t know, he was concerned that they were going to call the police or something. Seriously? I just misplaced my keys, and threw it in the laundry. That happens sometimes. It’s not a crime.
But then again, another crazy suggestion from my ex was to go off radar. Well that would mean give up one of my passions. Writing this blog. He wants me to shut it down. Umm..no.
As an introvert, I need an outlet which is this blog, and my art. My writing, and my art, the things I create, that is the very essence of Pooks. Pooks is a creator, and a messenger. And whatever that message is, isn’t complete until I’m dead. Capiche?! I will leave my mark in this world, and my writing and my art is a part of that message.
Getting back on track, I did manage to find my keys though, 2 hours later after the time I was too drop my kids off at Merrymount. That being AFTER I tore the interior of my house apart, making a huge mess, then cleaning it all back up. Actually, I was going to give up, and decided to give the laundry pile one more shot. So when I was about to throw some clothes into the washer, I found my keys in the pocket of the sweater I was wearing the night before. Go figure. So the moral of all that chaos is…don’t throw your keys in the laundry pile!!
Monday I had dinner at this new person in my life, whom I can proudly say is now my boyfriend. He’s an amazing cook. One evening he made me deer steak, salad, fiddler heads, and a double baked potato. Another evening he made me a very cheesy omelette. and another evening we had pasta.
Anyways…Monday! That was Victoria Day here in Canada. So we planned to go see the fireworks at the Fanshawe Conservation Area. We were a bit late, but the walk there and back was amazing. We seen the fireworks from a distance, seen fireworks along our walk through the countryside, outskirts of London. We shared ghost stories. And when there was some kind of animal in the bush, he kept me safe. He scared it off, whatever it was. Our walk gave us plenty of time to talk and learn about each-other. It was awesome. Near the end of it, we lied down by the Thames River and gazed at the stars. It was an awesome night, and I look forward to more hikes and adventures with him.
Tuesday… there was no Leads appointment this week. That is next week.
I went to the New School of Colour, and guess what?!! I finished my oil painting!! So yes, my art will be in Up with Art this year. Just when I thought otherwise. Things have a funny way of working out, don’t they? But I guess my name was already on the list as a confirmed artist, so I could have submitted an old piece, and still would have been in the show. However, when it comes to big exhibitions like Up with Art, or the Twitter Art Exhibit, I would much rather submit something new. So yaaaay! It’s in! Up with Art, June 20th, 2015. 6pm – 11pm at The Palace Theatre!! Tickets are $40 in advance, or $50 at the door!! And as our Fearless Leader, of the New School of Colour, would say; “Be there! Or be square!” Haha! http://www.upwithart.ca
Anyways, this week was the last session of the New School of Colour for awhile. Our facilitator is going on vacation. So to all the artists, volunteers, and the facilitator, enjoy your break! See ya June 9th!
As for regarding all my babble about volunteers last week. A fellow artist, and former facilitator gave me an idea, and that was to co-facilitate the New School of Colour with her during the summer. During the months of July and August. Since she’ll be working, she suggested alternating between her and I. That sounds like a fabulous idea!! Anyways, she said she’d speak to the executive director of The Ark, and the facilitator of the New School of Colour. Hmm…maybe it is time for Pooks to step up so to speak. We shall see…
Within the week somewhere, a friend and I had dinner at our other friends apartment. He made us garlic and ham fettuccine alfredo. It was delish. And afterwards, of coarse, we had a couple games of dice. I am in fact the Dice Queen ya know? Haha! Just kidding. I think we all won a game each that night.
Wednesday was my sons 10th birthday. I cannot believe it’s been 10 years. No matter what, I am one very proud mama. So yeah, I hope he had an awesome birthday!
Thursday, I got to meet a couple of my man’s friends. They were funny. Before we sat down, chilled and had a couple beers, my man surprised me with a bouquet of white roses. I was just so in awe that he thought of me while we were apart. Anyways, while the men talked and joked around, I just giggled. They were funny together. After they left, it was dinner and movie….and some adult explicit content that I’ll keep private. Haha! But yeah, Thursday we agreed to officially be a couple in a relationship. I really like him. He really likes me, and yeah. I actually have a boyfriend. 🙂 I guess he’s had a secret crush on my since a friend of ours daughters first birthday. Thanks to that friend, and her daughter, otherwise we would have never met, and wouldn’t have kept crossing each-others paths. I mean, there was that birthday…then I’d run into him at Sunfest, then we met at Tim Hortons…then the LTC bus ( which was when I gave him my number and things kind of went forward from then on).
I couldn’t be happier. He truly is amazing. We have a similar taste in music. He plays bass. He can cook. He can grow plants. He can build houses. He even used to draw. He’s so talented in various areas. But I think what really drew us together was our love of being out in nature, and hiking. He’s adventurous and wild. He’s a family man. He comes from a huge family. I love the way he talks about his mother. All good things. She sounds like a wonderful woman.
Anyways, we have future plans to hike some trails, possibly go fishing, going to a baseball game, etc etc. He even plans to attend Up with Art. That is so awesome that he is going to be there to support me.
So yeah, things are good. I’m enjoying life.
Today I handed in my painting at the Unity Project. So everything is all good for Up with Art. I even went shopping for my sons birthday gift, as I will be seeing my children again tomorrow.
Anyways, I think that is all I will write today. Thank you for reading! – Pooks
“I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.”- Arthur Rubinstein
Once again, a day behind. I guess there is no more schedule. Just post when I can post. My social life has definitely been altering things.
My visit with the kids last Friday was good. It was very hot out that day. So yeah, we were drinking lots of juice. We tried to do the park-hopping thing we do, but my son and daughter couldn’t come to an agreement on what to play, and they kept changing the rules…it got really confusing. So yeah, after awhile this mama was like, let’s just go for a walk. And we did, and we had some laughs along the way. That was nice.
I gave my daughter her birthday present, which was 2 small Beanie Boos to add to her collection. I had originally got her the unicorn, and a penguin. But since she already had a penguin, we went back to the store to return and trade for a Beanie Boo she doesn’t have yet, the monkey. I think she has 7 Beanie Boos in total now. Perfect! Considering she just turned 7 years old.
I got a home-made gift from my son for Mother’s Day. I rarely get things home-made, or any art from him, so that just makes the gift he made me that much more special. I love it!
On Tuesday, I went to Leads, and found out that the voice mail I failed to check was actually my worker calling to reschedule. Well la dee da! So there was no Leads appointment this past week.
At the New School of Colour, I don’t know… Just feeling like I’m under a lot of unnecessary pressure when it comes to this upcoming show, Up with Art. Been thinking of backing right out, because there is no way my painting will be complete for the deadline. Which is Monday. Ya know? The whole reason we had Wednesday sessions was to give us artists more studio time, more time to work and prepare for this exhibition. However, the volunteers that get assigned to supervise these days are not committed, and often move onto other things. So us artists get kinda teased with an extra day like a yo-yo. Rather than assigning a regular artist to supervise, say someone that has been going to the program for years, no. For some reason we aren’t trusted, and the facilitator of NSOC and the Executive Director of the Ark seek outside help instead. Doesn’t make any sense to me. The people they hire often don’t stick around.
So yeah, now our Wednesdays are cancelled and are no longer. Even though there is an artist, that is listed as an Ark volunteer that would be more than willing to run the Wednesday sessions. He has the time to do it. So yeah, I don’t get it.
Obviously the head facilitator of the art program can’t do it, because he runs the same program for the youth in other parts of the city. That’s cool, but…I thought that the whole purpose of Wednesday evening art sessions was to prepare for this show, but just before it, the carpet kinda gets swiped right beneath us. Go figure. Yeah, our last volunteer got a job. Understandable. But that doesn’t explain why an artist from the program isn’t qualified to step up and facilitate in their place. Especially a veteran artist of the program that knows the routine, and how things are done.
So in a way, I feel like I kinda got screwed over. My painting isn’t going to be complete if the due date is this coming Monday. That would mean all pieces would have had to be completed last Tuesday. But even our Tuesdays are being cut short because our facilitator has other priorities. Our art sessions have been closing down early lately on Tuesdays. So there really isn’t much time to do shit.
Hence, why I currently doubt my involvement with Up with Art this year.
I am not the only artist that feels this way. Others are angry, upset, frustrated, so on and so forth. There is a lack of trust, there is a lack of organization, and yeah, things just get overwhelming and stressful for the artists. Not good!
So yeah, maybe I won’t be in Up with Art this year, maybe next year. That gives me a whole year to work on something, and maybe I’ll just work on whatever that will be at home. It may not be an oil painting, but whatever medium I have available at home.
So yeah, that is that.
Besides that pickle. I have been more social lately. Hanging out with friends. Playing dice, playing Cards Against Humanity, listen to rock and metal music, drinking coffee, eating muffins, cake, pie and ice cream… Haha! Yeah, my friends like to feed to me, and I find lately earlier in the day I have to squeeze time in to exercise. At least try to keep the weight down. I can’t really afford a new wardrobe. Not on my budget.
Newho, we hang out a lot. Those are muh peeps! Muh best buds.
Umm… I met up with a friend downtown, and we went East to pick up her new glasses. She took me out for lunch and we had subs. I’m grateful for that. No idea when I can pay her back the favor. Not only that, but awhile back she even got me sandals. I may have mentioned that before or not. I can’t remember. So yeah, it’s sweet that she thinks of me. I hope that I can be as generous to her as she’s been with me someday. I don’t know. Just randomly surprise her as she does with me.
What else? I recently caught up with an acquaintance I met at a friends daughters 1st birthday party years ago. The last time I saw him was when we met up for coffee once at Tim Hortons a year or two ago. Newho, I ran into him briefly on the bus. I was in a hurry. I believe that was on Tuesday, just before the New School of Colour. I caught the bus to take me over the bridge, so yeah, our convo was very short.Haha! I did however, write my number on his hand, before rushing off the bus, and through text messaging, we planned to meet up at Tim Hortons on Thursday evening.
That turned into an awesome evening/ night. We didn’t stick around Tim Hortons very long. We went to his place, and hung out there. We talked. Although it was funny and kinda cute how many times he got tongue tied.””Bleh! I can’t talk!” Haha! I guess he’s normally social, and talking isn’t normally a problem. So yeah, that was flattering and funny. I made a new friend named Molly, his pet dog. He took me out for dinner, and we went to the Palasad. After that we went for a walk. When we returned to his place we watched The Wolverine, and I crashed on the couch. It was an early morning the next day, because he had to go to work. He’s a carpenter, builds houses. So yeah, up before sunrise. Surprisingly, being awake that early wasn’t as rough as expected. He had our coffees ready and waiting. Yaaay!! Shortly after, we took Molly for a walk. She’s so cute! Just a little white shiatsu, a rescued pet. So that is admirable. Her owner, however, is becoming a good friend. Maybe more. I don’t know. Time will tell. It was a good night regardless. We plan to meet up again on Monday for the fireworks at the Fanshawe Conservation Area. I’ve never been there so that should be fun.
Back in the day, I used to be iffy about him because he was quite the partier. And well… I’m over that phase. There is the very very odd time I’ll drink alcohol. However, since the last time I saw him, it seems like he has mellowed out a bit. AND he no longer owns 2 giant pythons. I remember being a bit concerned about that.
Newho, yeah, suddenly I’m talking about a guy. Not necessarily all mushy. But still. A guy. Hmm…A new person in my life. How can that not be exciting?
Anyways, today I was dying my hair. May have to redo it because I missed spots. Not surprising because my hair is so damn thick. I think next time I’ll take my buddy’s advice and have another person help me out with that, rather than doing it myself. I can’t see what the heck I’m doing when it comes to the back of my head. And apparently the longer my hair gets, the more difficult it is to dye my hair evenly on my own. I recall dying my hair, with much shorter hair, being so much easier. Anyways, it’s just a darker shade of brown.
Newho, it’s 3am. I should sleep. I got to pick my kids up in 6-7 hours or so. So yeah, busy busy. Until next time, I hope you enjoyed the read of my fabulous life! – Pooks
“There’s always a good lesson in meeting new people, its enlarging your circle of friends. And though there are times you don’t match with their likes, there are some whom you just blend well.” – Solita
Even though I am really exhausted, I will make an effort to at least write up a blog post this week.
If you haven’t noticed, I skipped last week, and I apologize for that. Last week my rheumatoid arthritis flared up within my right shoulder and was giving me some serious physical problems. Every time there was slight chill in the air, BAM! My shoulder felt it. So yeah, for like 4-5 days in a row I was having trouble lifting my right arm without excruciating pain. Simple things like putting on a shirt, became rather difficult. I even lost sleep because of it. If I moved the wrong way, there would be this sharp pain shooting through my shoulder. So even actually trying to sleep became a challenge.
Lucky for me, these flare ups aren’t that regular. It’s not an everyday thing. It’s a random occurrence, depending on if there is a mix of moisture and chill temperatures in the air.
This time it was my shoulder, next time it could be a completely different part of my body.
Anyways, last week I missed my Leads appointment. I made it the building, but I was 50 minutes late. So yeah, by the time I got there, there only would be 10 minutes left of the appointment. So I was like, fuck it! Just re-book. And I did.
This week we did another test thingy, it was kind of like a career match-maker questionnaire online. Anyways, the top 3 results I got were for the following positions; an image consultant, an art director, and a craftsman. An artist was on the list as well, but much lower on the list. But my top three results were pretty much art related anyways. So yeah, art seems to be the way to go.
Last week at the New School of Colour I did paint, but kept it very basic. So I was just painting lines. I was painting with a sore shoulder, so yeah, I just kinda took it easy on myself. I guess I could have tried painting left handed. I’ve drawn left handed before. I am kinda curious how a piece would turn out if I paint using the opposite hand. Maybe another time. I didn’t want to try that on the piece I am working on, even though it is just an experimental abstract piece.
This week, however, I got back into the shading. I am feeling much better, and yeah, without the pain, I was able to paint with more movement using my arm.
Uggh… I’m trying so hard not to fall asleep here…
I am spending less time around a computer, and more time with friends lately. By the time I get home, it’s 12:30am. Or such as tonight(last night), I got home around 1:30am.
Yesterday was my daughters birthday. She turned 7 years old. Yaaaay! I was invited to her birthday party at Adventures in Wonderland. But I decided not to go. I wanted my daughter to have a good birthday. Like I said, my ex and I have our issues. Communication is biggy. So to avoid any possible conflict, I’ll just wait for my visit. Which is tomorrow ( or later on today, since it is 3:08am on a Friday now). I’m sure we’ll have fun. Whatever we plan to do.
A lot has happened these last couple of weeks. I’m trying to narrow it down. What else? What else? What else?
The Ark had a special visitor come in on Tuesday, her name was Marshmellow. She was a cute little Asian Chicken. I never seen one before, so that was neat. I never thought a chicken could be so fluffy. Some people thought it was an owl at first. Nope! Turns out it was a chicken.
Uhh… I started a drawing on Wednesday at a friends house, and I worked on it Thursday for hours and hours.
I don’t know. It was weird. On Wednesday I was told by a fellow artist from the New School of Colour that Wednesday sessions were cancelled. The volunteer that opened up the studio moved on to other things. So when I contacted the head fascilitator about it, he got back to me later and said it was still on, and yeah. I guess the New School of Colour has a new volunteer for Wednesdays. Anyways, me and 3 other friends decided not to go in that day. We figured by the time we set up, it would be time to clean up. Hence, why I got some art time in at a friends place instead that evening.
I started working on a graphite drawing, copying an image from a book to practice. I’ve been kind of hesitant about drawing, or painting water for a long time. But if I ever want to get a certain image from a dream out of my head, I need to learn how to draw and paint water. Thanks to my dear friend for the encouragement, and I couldn’t ask for a better tutor. That’s what he does, realism drawings. Realism is a lot more technical. A lot of planning, mapping, measuring, math, and attention to detail goes into it. But like oil painting, so do many layers.
Anyways, I wish I could write more. But I am very, very, very tired. And I need to sleep. So I might just cut it short this week, and end it here. Even though there is so much more I could say. Things are good. I am well…and clearly very tired. Good night. I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading. – Pooks
“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”