Yes, I'm a little late on the update. I was puking the latter part of last week. I had that rhodoimgoingtomakeyoulieonthetilefloorandweeplikeababy virus.
But yes, MuteMath was once again incredible. That's really all I can say. Incredible.
Now, this week I'm getting prepared to head to New Orleans for Nick and Heidi's wedding. I'm sure there will be many a story from the weekend. I leave on Thursday. And I'm extremely excited.
Never, EVER watch The Fantasticks. Even if you think that it might be enjoyable watching the baby blues of Joey Mac from NKOTB. I've just lost an hour and a half of my life to wretched editing, mediocre singing and elementary acting.
Always, ALWAYS go see Mute Math when they are in town. You will never be disappointed. Although, you may have to buy a new face since it will have been sufficiently rocked off. They're at the Handlebar tonight. You should go.
Now, let's talk about kisses. As LB has said before "What the heck happened to those kisses on the cheek?" Nowadays we only kiss people goodbye when we think we'll never see them again or they're in the hospital. It shouldn't be. There's a comfort and confidence in a quick kiss on the cheek between friends. Realize that I said friends there and not general acquaintances. It's nice and we should bring it back.
I've been painting a lot lately. I'm working on some pieces that have been sitting in my mind for a while. The one you see in the background here is called "Worship." It's almost done. I think. I guess I'll know when I get there. My world has been so crazy lately that it's been nice to sit and just breathe and paint for an hour with Pierre, le iPod singing to me. Whoo.
Anywho, the weekend is going to be glorious. I can feel it.
There's a key hanging from the ceiling at the office and it's surrounded by red. I want to turn it, but I'm afraid that it might open a black hole.
In other completely unrelated news, I've noticed that I've been saying "absolutely" a lot lately. For absolutely no reason. I think it's my new "very nice." But I hope not.
These are what made me dream as a child. I miss that creativity and imagination. I miss making my own home movies with my dad's gargantuan camera. I miss inventing new worlds where Barbies are the Amazon enemies that must be defeated and bushwoolies are transformed into a Fizzgigg (because they never made any toys for that movie and they should have). And I've probably already lost most of you...but for those who are hanging on and understand. Stay tuned. I feel a project coming on.
About:
Resplendent Fancy is Lanna Johnson. Lanna is the Assistant to the Pastor of Care at NewSpring Church in Anderson, SC. She loves photography, books, horseback riding, long walks on the beach, and hunting muppets.
She is currently saving her money so that she can travel the world with her camera and write a book.