Tagged: Mom

I use tags as easy search functionality more so than as categorical labels. Below, you will see an archive all posts that mention or refer to Mom, but some posts may not center on that topic.

Beauty and the Beast @ 10:19 pm

I went to see Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (the musical production) at the Windspear with my mom today.  Although I was a tiny-bit bummed that it wasn’t the original production I saw several years ago, and I was more than a little bummed that they skipped one of my favorite songs from the show, IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME!

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Quitting Smoking is IMPOSSIBLE!

It’s time for an update on my progress towards my goal of quitting smoking:  

I’m failing hardcore.

As of two days ago, it has been officially a month since my original quit date, and I’m almost right back to where I started. Considering the stress of my job and my predilection for bouts of depression, it’s no wonder that quitting smoking is hard, but after a day like I’ve had today, it’s not just hard, it feels downright impossible.

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Young Soul by Jo Wilson March 26th in Jo History

"Young Soul" by Jo Wilson (2012)

This is a portrait of my mother, Sharon. I originally planned for this to be a gift for her birthday in 2012 — which is at the beginning of February. I ended up making her something else (with the help of my stepmother, Brenda) for her birthday, but painted this anyways.

I really like the way it came out, and I think it captures my mother’s playful side. You’d never believe she’s older than 29 by the way she fiercely lives her life. And even though she and I often clash, I’m very proud to humbly pay homage to her with my art.

Painted with Photoshop CS4 and Wacom Bamboo pen and tablet.

View larger version on deviantART.

Trouble Sleeping

I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. So, I find myself blogging from my iPad while sitting on my bed with Bob softly snoring as he lay next to me. I hate it when I’m in this state. It happens every so often, but I don’t really know what to do about it.

I suppose I should be grateful to my WordPress app, because it gives me an alternative to watching K-Dramas. Those are a really bad way to try lulling myself to sleep because I get so absorbed in the story line, waiting desperately to see what is going to happen next… and waiting some more because the story is so drawn out. I think that’s what I like about them so much, honestly. They go into painstaking detail with the development of the story, in ways most novels and movies can’t, and the way most American TV shows won’t.

So, why can’t I sleep?

Because I can’t shut off my brain.

I’m thinking about what I made for dinner tonight and ideas it gave me for in the future.

I’m thinking about our plans this weekend. Bob is going to take me to see The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones tomorrow night. (Assuming I don’t want to go to bed early after this sleepless night.)

I need to find a doctor and make an appointment. That’s been on my mind a lot lately.

Ideas for The Pillow Game. Feeling guilty for neglecting so many of my creative projects…

And I’m thinking of Dusty and Xander. How I’ll never hug them again. They are both ashes now.

We still need to unpack the boxes that are piled up in our closets. It’s driving me nuts that I still don’t know where everything is in my own home.

I’m worried about my mom. She’s under a lot of stress right now for several different reasons.

And I’m thinking about the depression that never seems to fully go away no matter how happy my life is. It bothers me that it follows me everywhere. I might need more than one kind of doctor…

Having Dinner at Mom’s @ 8:27 pm

My mom invited me and Bob over for dinner. I made steak, and Bob made Bobtatoes. So, in essence, she really hired us to be her personal chefs for free. xD

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Rest In Peace, Xander Wilson

When I was six years old, my parents got me a puppy.  Despite the many years since that day, I remember it well.  My parents shuffling me outside at my grandparents house because they had something they wanted to show me.  What I found was a cute little Yorkshire Terrier with floppy ears.  We named him Dusty — formally Dustin Alexander Wilson — and he became my best friend in the whole world.  My mom later told me that she had always been a little jealous of the bond that Dusty and I had, and when I was fourteen we welcomed another cutie to our family.

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Xander as a puppy with his very first toy.

After being part of our family for thirteen years, we said goodbye to Xander today.  I guess I have decided the best way to deal with my loss is to write about it.

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