The Monday Blahs

Welcome to my brand new blog! In here you will get to see a bit more of my painting and my thoughts and processes on things. I hope you will choose to follow me and enjoy my rantings and ramblings!                                                       

Well, it's Monday, what can I say. But I am wondering just where the weekend went. I know that I didn't sleep through it, I was very busy, but it seems like I drove through it at 200 mph. Now I feel as if my feet are dragging and so is the brain. If there were no Mondays, would it be any different? I doubt it, it's still the beginning of another week no matter what name you give it.

I often wonder just who it was that said that we had to work 5 days a week? I know there are countries in Europe that have 4 day work weeks and 3 day weekends. Their thoughts are that it is less stressful and leads to more family time. That makes sense to me. I believe they are healthier than we are too, BP is probably lower and bet you money they are happier. So what happened to the Land of the Free? Did we forget about our families and our health? I wonder sometimes. I am all for the 3 day weekend, less stress and more family time. Maybe we would need less medications and could smile some more. And Have more time for some yard sales!!

So as the alarm startled me into a heart attack this morning and I stumbled out to find the coffee, I had the thought that this can't be Monday already.  As the first poopy diaper arrived from the 3 year old who refuses to use the potty, then as he made the announcement that he needed new peas because his got dirty from his chicken nuggets, I knew that I needed another weekend already! Ah Mondays!

The yard sales were pretty good Saturday. Now this comes from a hard core yard sale junkie. You know the T-shirts that say "Yard Sale Junkie" on them? They made them for me! I was their model! The wind was blowing, it was cold and kept sprinkling, but my daughter and I stayed right on out there to survey each and every one. I got a few things to paint on, that was the object of the hunt. I am going to share the one thing and tell you the story behind this one.

I walked past this ugly pot, glanced and said to myself, "Who would have the nerve to sell something in that kind of shape, you can't cook in it" Not the real words, but I can't say them here. But the stupid pan called my name "Eileen, come back here" So I listened. I stood and stared at it for a few minutes, then I realized why it was there, it was a gingerbread head, yes!! I scored. The ugly pot won and it came home with me. That's just one example of how this mind works. Now can we have another weekend already??