Art, Aches, and Apple juice

Lately I’ve been really into designing my own renditions of some famous paintings. I was a graphic designer for over ten years and am still keeping up on my skills in my free time. This latest interest started with my long time desire to make my own rendition of the last supper. Being one of my all time favorite art pieces (I originally studied art in university), I’ve been interested in starting a series of different versions of it. I had already hand drawn it on a white erase board out of pure memory at work, but then lost steam – thanks to my incredibly volatile work environment. So I decided for the holiday season to create my own version as possible Christmas card art, but has since inspired me to recreate a variety of famous artworks instead of just the one.

Madonna and Child
The Last Supper
Nighthawks

Recently I have had a lot more rib cage aches. The horrible thing about having ribs damaged is there’s no quick fix, so instead I will have to do physical therapy for quite a while. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind physical therapy but the 30 minute drive there and back in winter with a baby is really tough and stressful. Just the other day, my most recently scheduled appointment, I rushed there in traffic on a rainy day. I took Peanut out of the car in the freezing cold, got her in the stroller and rushed to the physical therapy clinic. Now, the rule is that you cannot be more than 15 minutes late – I was 17 minutes late to a one hour appointment (meaning we could have still worked on me for 40 minutes). I walked in wet and with a baby in a stroller and explained that I was stuck in terrible traffic in the rain for 45 minutes. The receptionist told me there was no way they could see me. I pleaded my case but she would not budge, she wouldn’t even ask the physical therapist if she would take me. I went back to my car and emailed from my car my disappointment, then drove home another 30 minutes in traffic. Of course later the physical therapist called me to apologize and say that had I called they would have let me see her – so basically it was my fault for not calling them while sitting in traffic in the rain with my baby in the car. I was livid. I cried. I drank apple juice.

Tech Specs: today I am not giving a recommendation, but instead have a tech complaint – what’s the deal with e-readers? I wanted to find one to relieve the strain on my eyes when reading at night, but I am not satisfied with what is out there! The Barnes and Nobles Nook seems to have not so favorable reviews, the Kindles don’t have an expandable memory option on top of the whole ad bullshit – I have to PAY for them to NOT include their bloat/spam/ads?! Wtf… And lots other less known products are just very expensive. Where can I find a decent e-reader with lighting that I can download kids books to read to Peanut??

What I am watching: Recently my anxiety has been a little elevated and the shows that always brighten my mood are Bobs Burgers and Superstore. Bobs Burgers is an adult animated series about a burger restaurant and the family that runs it. The parents’ dynamic is very similar to my parents, so I really get a kick out of watching them. The kids are so hilarious, smart, and unique in their own qualities and quirks that they make you feel like you aren’t the only weirdo in the world. Later I plan on writing an all Bobs Burgers blog – an homage to my love for this show.

Superstore stars America Ferrera who plays Amy, the manager of a Walmart-like store. It sounded like a boring concept at first but the cast of crazy characters creates a comedic gem. I highly recommend it – you will fall in love with each of this quirky employees.

Random: this week I got the opportunity to help a friend’s work serve dinner at a women’s shelter. I truly enjoyed the experience – the women and children were so polite and lovely. It warmed my heart how sweet they were and grateful they were. It was a really wonderful evening. And although I am very grateful every day for my life with baby Peanut, this was a another reminder about how lucky I am. But also, we are all just one mistake, one bad circumstance away from being in a similar situation, so we should all be grateful, helpful, and not judge those down on their luck.