My life thus far...

Okay here is post 2 in my blogalong with Effy Wild, sorry it is a bit late.
https://effy-wild.squarespace.com/blog/2013/8/2/blogalong-with-effy-230

Today I am going to talk about my heart. I am a serious dreamer, but I come from a past that isn't all roses. My mom had a stroke at the age of 32, which happens to be the age I am now. I was 9 years old when it happened, which happens to be the age of my oldest daughter now. The stroke left her left side parylised. I was her caregiver, and I have to admit I wasn't a good one, but who at the age of 9 could be a great caregiver? It turned into me being in more of the parental roll. I took her everywhere, we were bus bound, if she needed to go to the doctor's office guess who got to miss school? My mom and dad were never married, so I only saw him once or twice a year, sometimes I would go up for a week in the summer, but he lived like 3 hours away from us, so it wasn't very often. My mom's mom died a few years earlier of cancer. And her dad hardly ever came around so it really was just me, my older sister and my mom, but my sister never really helped. My mom taught me how to cook, I think I have surpassed her expertise a long time ago. My mom was not a healthy person, she smoked 2 packs of ciggerettes every day, she was an alchoholic. She ate unhealthy too. All she really did was sit and read her books or watch tv, or both. The tv was always on. I found out after she died that she was also very depressed, and just didn't enjoy life. I spent most of my teenager years very depressed, I felt trapped, and I had some unhealthy relationships with older guys, that did not help matters at all. It wasn't until I met my husband that I really began enjoying life. And then when I started having kids that I really understood life. I am so lucky to be alive today, there were many days growing up where I just wanted to give up, I am glad I didn't.

Why I love art

Okay so here I am on the first day of Effy Wild's blogalong
https://effy-wild.squarespace.com/blog/2013/8/1/blogalong-with-effy-130

Today I want to share with you why I love art, why I came to wanting to be an artist. So I have always loved art in all of it's many forms. When I was in middle school and high school I took pretty much every art class I could. I loved it! I never really thought I was that great at it, but I have always known that if I were to have a carreer it would be a creative one. Then I got married and had kids and didn't really do art for quite awhile. I did get into scrapbooking, which turned into digital scrapbooking, because there was no mess to clean up afterward. Then last year right before I found out I was pregnant with number 5, I found lifebook, and couldn't wait to sign up. I did, and then like a week later found out I was pregnant. I did the first lesson, and then started feeling sick with morning sickness, and believe me it was the worst morning sickness I had ever had, I was certain I must be having twins because there was no way I could be that sick with only one, well the ultrasound showed only 1 healthy baby. I had to go to the hospital 3 times in early pregnancy to get iv fluids, cause I couldn't keep anything down it sucked. The last time I went I actually had the swine flu on top of the morning sickness. Then after the morning sickness kind of went away, I started having sever pelvic pain and couldn't sit or stand for long. I spent most of the pregnany in my bed, it was really hard to anything. So ya no art got done. But after little Ava Gwenevere was born on 9-23-12 at 11:39 AM. Here she is the day she was born.

She was 7 lbs 14 ounces, and like 20 inches long, she was perfect. And I was finally able to get back to art, since I wasn't feeling sick anymore, or in pain. Here is some of my art that came out the first few months after she was born.

Well that is all for now, thanks for coming on this journey with me.