KetchUPPP!!

Truth be told, ever since my grade school girlfriend, whom I had not seen in thirty plus years, found my blog; ever since she told me there were threads on facebook with numerous old grade school friends asking "what ever happened to Stacy Sheer" last October, I have been remiss- in writing- and blogging.
I've been working on pre reqs for grad school which meant lots of art and painting and my writing about the unfolding of my so called life has been reduced to simple one liners on facebook.
It's kind of a shame- because-
Here are some of the amazing events which I have failed to write about:
1)In April, Avi(my favorite son) came in from NYC and ran the Charlottesville Marathon- 26 miles in good stride. I cried. (There is a UTUBE video of the cville marathon if you want to see- me cry that is).
2) In May I finished the last pre-req for the art therapy master of arts art therapy program at Saint Mary of the Woods College- Indiana.
3) In May one of my paintings was hung in a juried show where for every one artist submissions accepted, 5 were not.
4) In May- I received the Chica Tenney scholarship for the arts at our local community college- which I love- so I can take one more class there this fall.
5)IN MAY- WILEY (my other favorite son) GRADUATED COLLEGE AT VCU IN RICHMOND!!!!!!!
Could there be anything else I failed to write about? seriously. . .(I cried at this too and there's a Utube of Wiley doing the walk on my utube page)

-In June I received the phone call I have been accepted to grad school,I begin the end of July.(I cry when I think about how much money this is going to cost and the thought of APA research papers and thesis writing- yeah just kidding who would cry over that)?
-I recently completed the Hospice volunteer training and am awaiting my first assignment.
-I've had drama with hair salon/barber employees which is not worth writing about, but it hurt my soul.
-I've assisted at one birth in the past year and have given up midwifing for the current epoch.
The Universe which seems to be my dream has been teaching me some kick ass lessons lately and I am opening my ears to listen.
so.. . that's enough of some of the stuff you missed.
Now, I have 2 stories to tell today and about an hour to tell them in. So
I better hurry, and don't you worry, they are- all about me.
Feels good to come back.

Relaunch

Once again I believe it is time tochange my blog. I am not really writingmuch these days- mostly due to this new notebook's inability to space. See it? My dinosaur Cadillac laptop is about cooked from age and abuse, college papers and too many images saved. This tiny notebook was not a wise solution.
Now that school is out for a while, I am returning my focus to painting.
I am giving up Midwifing. A recent experience convinced me birthing is not in the cards for me, not now, maybe never.
I am not in any trouble but I can not discuss the particulars- another reason I have not been writing
Seems everything I want to write about could get me into trouble.
I am taking a break from my fiddle lessons with Ms. Mary- I just need a break.
I work when I have to and am going back to paint.
I'll be checking in now and then with you writer bloggers.
I hope to be pleased with my work enough that I will confidently be able to post it here-
in my revamped site
and maybe even sell a piece or two on Amazon or Ebay.
Thanks for your patience, and everything else about you.

Eight Posts?

I just realized that I have only posted eight times in the month of August. So, is today August eleventh or something? I wish I could say that I have been spending all of my time vacationing on some white sandy beach where the ocean is crystal clear and the breezes fill my dreams or that I have some other authentic and exotic trip going on and i am just having too much of a good time to write anything right now, but I can't.
I am still running from job to job to music lesson to house keeping to painting and working on my abs and trying to keep up with reading cards and novels AND classes just started.
Honestly, I had no idea August was nearing it's end.
See you next month, maybe.