planning, and some love love love

I'm building my syllabus for my painting class. The thing is, I have no faith in planning. Never have any plans I've made had anything to do with how things really happened. So she wants a calendar, too, of how I plan to do this. So far I've got to "working on painting #4" on March 4.

I'm absolutely in love with the elementary art methods class. I got to paint an artful rendition of Vincent's
Starry Night... which I loved. I've always secretly loved that over popularized painting. I like the other starry night over the rhone river almost as well.

For classroom management our first assignment was to make a flag poster of our life. I had lots of fun with that too this afternoon. Again, in love.

Secondary art methods might not be as much fun. I hope it is. I know the practicum will be. I love high school students.

A guy J. works with has offered to trade personal trainer hours for artwork. I hope he's serious. I hope something.

So miraculously, after over four (?) days of eating lots of fruits and vegetables in smoothie form, with only prune juice, organic peach/mango/apple/white grape juice, almond milk, chopped up kale, avacados, and alternating mangos, green apples, or pineapples, I'm feeling sort of great. I didn't expect anything. I quit thinking. I love the way this feels. I'm not thinking about food. Of course I am also relatively un-stressed. But is it, because I'm eating real food, I'm not stressed, or am I eating real food and not manic stress induced snacking because I'm less stressed? I dunno. Planning again is coming into play here. I want to eat breakfast. So I get up and take the stupido thyroid pill, because you can't eat for an hour afterward. So then I supposedly eat breakfast after that. This week J. has been hanging out with me. Today after I mixed up my kale green smoothie I asked if he wanted any eggs. I know how much he likes eggs and cheese. So I offered to make it but he came and did it himself. Then he spoon fed me several bites. Eggy cheesy deliciousness. He first asked how long I'd been on this liquid diet. I must say in my defense, it is not entirely liquid. Kale never really liquifies. Niether did the pineapple or the green apple. I guess I don't now how long. I think I started Sunday. Maybe Saturday. Yet I'm comfortable.

Last night I made kashi pilaf, mixed it with some black eye'd peas I soaked and boiled down, mmm... also I cooked some of the turkey-burger I bought thinking it would be okay. I learned something about turkey burger.... lots of oil! OMG. So today I got turkey cutlets - way less fat. However, turkey burger smacked down into a patty and salted with kosher salt and some fresh ground pepper is quite yummy. Oh and also this yummy walmart brand frozen asparagus & veg. mixture. Delish. So that's what I had yesterday and today I subbed the turkey cutlet. Sprinkeled it all with tamari. Evidently tamari is thick soy sauce. I bought it in the grocery store because Martha Stewart said so.

Today I had several french fries from L. & C.'s "free because you read all those books" happy meals with some ketchup. On the way driving home I noticed they gave me a stomach ache.

My oldest son is hilarious. He told me I finally smell like a chick. I finally decided on Euphoria perfume. The little guys noticed it too. The stuff I wear all summer is Pure Grace by Philosophy. Very good for summer, but not working in the winter.  I wish I still loved things that worked for me in the past. Safari was divine in college. Eternity was so nice. Lauren was my high school favorite. Red was fun for a while. I think I could go back to Lauren. But I tried Safari and it was not so great the second time around. I wonder what that means, did my metabolism change? Well duh. Why do I even ask these questions?