Tempra Fucking Paint

i don't like the draft function of blogger and i want something more practical than my notebook to jot things down in... isn't that sad? the lap top... all technology really is taking over the way we communicate.  i wonder how long it would take- how many decades? generations?- to forget how to write with a pen...? it has occurred to me just now that A never really seas me write or hold a pen for pleasure.

One of the things I have wanted to do for a while now is really get into multi media journaling. i want to make it into something we can do together while B is napping or playing. i have one started, it was born out of this wish to do more writing with her. there are a few supplies in the kitchen...

let's see
water color paint / brushes
lots and lots of paper
there are fucking goddam crayons all over the darn place
glitter on the mantle
tempera paint... i really dislike tempera fucking paint. (notice the avoidance of the word hate- do that more in daily life. cussing is whatever but saying you hate things is real magic and energy going out into the world sphere and we need more you know love and shit.)
there is fabric and some dyes
wool that needs to be dyed.
oooh! project idea! find native local dye plants. get picture. go find. dye wool! ha! idea!!! 
oh yeah! we also have rubber letter stamps but no ink... hmmm, is there a way i could put the tempera paint into a sponge or something? (notice lack of the word "like" as in "like a sponge or something". another thing to stop doing in real life. you sound 12. knock it off.)