Saturday, December 28, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
whiskers on kittens.
Bright copper kettles,
and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with string...."
Hearing Curious George in the other room
Walking into a house that smells amazing and warm
Kids that fall asleep in your lap
Coloring books and fine tipped markers
Knick-knack stores with hidden treasures (also known as typewriters, and old books)
These are only a few of my favorite things.
Merry *three days till* Christmas everyone!
And, because they recalled my Michael Buble album from
YouTube for Copyright infringement, here is my other super-secret stash.
You know I wouldn't hold out on you ;)
Most likely, anyways....
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Wanna hear about Fort Hood?! Me neither.
excruciating few seconds between the time your test is over,
and when the score pops up on the screen.
It was such a blessing to pass them all.
I have to say though, it was the first time in my testing
experience that I left the room smelling like the people in it.
It was also the first time that I was really conscious of the people in the room.
Like, people were a little loud.
This one lady came in, in the middle of my second test
talking in very un-hushed tones about how
the center never called her back and her husband came with her
on Saturday to take a test.
And I was like, *that's loud*
And then, this guy's cell phone rang. Three times.
And also, this guy belched really loud.
But normal people don't talk about that on the internet.
That pretty much sums it up!
It was a decent, and kind of intimidating experience, because
I had no idea where everything was, and I had to ask 3 or 4 people
before I finally got to the right room.
And then my car died on base.
My dad was there, cause he's cool, and he called AAA and they came and jumped it.
I was impatient to be done with the whole thing and get home though,
so I ended up asking two different guys if they had cables.
My dad was like-no one is gonna have cables.
The first guy didn't.
And hey, the second guy......didn't either.
And neither did his two friends that he called.
Guess what though? AAA did. And we got home.
And we have to go back.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
As long as I don't actually have to see you sing it, because that annoys me.
I mean, you rock the 50's suit, but after that ehhhhhh.....
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Then I was like. *facepalm* I get it. those are so not chairs.
Here's the thing. Their dancing is like....distracting.
I have to do the pros and cons. for real. I can't help it.
I get it, I really do. It is supposed to be entertaining
and hold your attention so you get the message.
But the message is getting distracted from a bit.
There we go. I'm happy now.
Everything in order?
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
And hey! We even have water to drink!
So, guess what?! Our house really likes water.
Enough to flood once from the inside, dampening the back of the house. But that wasn't good enough! The rest of the house felt left out, so during a fantastic downpour, we had water seep over the foundation. But! No fear. Because a five gallon bucket of water is far lighter than a five gallon bucket of mud. I would know because I had to lug both around until the water went down. Which took surprisingly longer than I expected it to.
But we finally got all dried out. I hoped. But, alas, the tale didn't end until something was ruined. Namely my laptop. Which was left on the livingroom floor, because, I learned about that in preschool. When I was three. *I'msosmart*. And it got doused with a water bottle.
So until my new-to-me laptop comes, I probably won't be posting much. Hopefully it will be here soon though.
Until then, you could always go jump in some puddles. Because that's fun. I like how, when it rains, there's always that moment of hesitation, when you try to decide if you want to stay as dry as possible, or if you want to risk looking like a dweeb to run shouting through the rain, and try to catch rain drops in your mouth, and pounce in mud puddles. Usually, the "stay dry because if you don't you'll get all wet" part of me wins out, because up north the rain was freezing, and frequent. But here it is funner, because you don't catch hypothermia just to have some fun.
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Sunday, September 22, 2013
And hey! This post has nothing to do with Frank Sinatra, or music at all!
This was actually suposed to be a post about a personal account from a POW during WWII.
But then I was sewing a costume, and I started thinking about how to do my formerly mural idea on a canvas.
Then I started thinking about that mural in UP.
You know, the one Ellie paints over the fireplace? Ever since the first time I watched that movie, I have loved the murals she does. (The nursery, and Paradise Falls) Something about the blues, and the fact that she makes an adventure out of everything is just inspiring.
I love her enthusiasm. Especially the one scene where she pops back up at the window, and yells "ADVENTURE'S OUT THERE!!!!"
And the wedding
And the mailbox.
And the jar with spare change.
And the cloud gazing.
And the fact that she filled all her "Stuff I'm Gonna Do" pages up, even though she never made it to Paradise Falls.
Even though she isn't a central character per say, I would definitely say she was my favorite.
And the dog. The dog is funny.
So, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, except with the thought that anything, anything at all, can be an adventure. It just depends on how you look at it.
Laugh or cry I guess.
I almost inhaled a moth.
That was gross.
But hey, adventure's out there.
You just have decide when to acknowledge it. I think I have missed a lot of adventures, just for the sake of nervousness. Or shyness. Or whateverness. In Alaska, it was like torture for me to have to run in to the post office and check the mail. Not that I hated mail. Who doesn't like mail? I just didn't like to go in, and I would always hope that Mom or Dad didn't have packages coming so I wouldn't have to go to the counter and talk to the person.
Because mail people will talk you to death.
But just think! It could have been a great adventure! I could have met a cool person, or at least seen a stranger who had order some weird item from the States, instead of just staring at the floor and listening to the people talk.
So. That may be stretching it a bit. But you get the gist. And by the way, I mostly grew out of the *awkwardpleasedon'ttalktome* phase.
Have fun. Those two words have so much potential. Because when it comes to fun, there really aren't a ton of rules. You just sort of run into it along the way.
So go get some ice cream, sit on the curb and count cars with a friend. Make sure you get plenty messy, and sit right in the sun. You'll have fun. :)
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Monday, September 16, 2013
Friday, September 13, 2013
But they had "big people" shoes too!
Friday, September 6, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Well, now. I'm a girl. And technically, I write. Not just for my blog. My blog is like a fun ramble zone where I can just let everything out and make up words and say whatever I want. My blog is where I can talk. Which is why I center my text, because it is more conversational, and less informative looking.
And yes, I just totally made that up, I center my text because I want to, and it's my blog, so I can do what I want....within reason.
So this post, was written by a girl. A girl who, presumably, writes. Who knows what she writes, I only read the one post. But it caught my fancy. Because some of it is so very true. But, again, some of it is not. So I would like to quote some snippets of it here, and of course, it will be followed by opinion, because I can do what I like, remember?
Here we go:
"You’ve heard all the clichés about girls who write. Usually we’re stereotyped as glasses-wearing, book-lugging, ridiculously shy nerds with too many cats and next to zero social skills. While some (or all!) of this may be true, there is so much more to us."
Okay, I found this descriptive, but untrue. Just to be fair, when someone says, "That girl is a writer." I think about Jo from Little women, and her animated portrayal of Rodrigo.
"Girls who write see the world through different eyes.
We notice things you don’t. Our eyes caught a glimpse of the tiny scar on the end of your chin and we thought up fantastical stories about how it got there. We noticed the old man on the bench with his faded red baseball cap and leathery tan hands, and we imagined the woman he was waiting for. Every whistle, every hum, every giggle reached our ears, and we knew there was a tale behind it. We see the stories behind everything, and we long to tell them."
So, I like how this makes me feel like I have superpowers. But that feeling only lasts about 30 seconds because then I remind myself that it isn't completely true. While I do have a tendency to develop stories about people, I do not do it obsessively, as in always, or constantly. Mostly when I am in line at WalMart wasting 10 years of my life so I can buy some bananas.
"Girls who write are distracted by everyday details.
Everything reminds us of a book–a story–a character. We zone out in line at the grocery store. We forget to take notes during lectures. We doodle on the edges of programs, bookmarks, and shopping lists. If you try to have a conversation with us, we might blink suddenly at the mention of a funny name or a pretty picture or interesting quote. We’re imagining how we can use it. How we can take these everyday details and moments and shape them into our own stories to share with the world."
Told ya. Those WalMart lines get to the best of us. Now, not everything reminds me of something....generally speaking. So don't worry, I won't freak out if you don't fit into a book. But I will probably read a book and stop mid-sentence because you remind me of the character. Also, I love art, but I've never honed my doodling skills, so that is not true for me...bummer, I hear doodling is pretty great. I'm more like, let's go to the museum and copy the Degas. Again, I do not try to fit people into my own stories either. I have tried before, and always stop at the thought, "WHAT IF THEY READ IT, AND THEY KNOW IT'S THEM?!" That would be awkward.
"Girls who write will love you and use you.
We view life through a romanticized haze. Every new friend is a best friend. Every adversary is a crushing foe. Every crush is the start of a beautiful romance. It’s not that we’re trying to be dramatic or sentimental. It’s just that we love genuinely love people. Everyone is a character, and we understand that everyone around us has hopes, dreams, fears, and doubts. We want to fix everyone’s problems and develop everyone’s lives. We love deeply because we care deeply. We know that a book isn’t made up entirely of a main character, but that everyone else is just as important. And so we fret and worry about the people around us because we want to make a difference in their lives, too. We will prod and tease and encourage and love you, and then we will use you in our stories because you make us smile. And you just have to be okay with that."
I disagree with most of this paragraph. The pendulum she describes sounds intense and frightening. She kind of makes a mountain out of a molehill here in the first few sentences. However, I think people who write have the tendency to try to sympathize with everyone, and choose "sides" as infrequently as possible. I want everyone to be happy, and right, and loving all the time. But I also know that isn't life. In life, people are irritating, funny, weird, frustrating and fantastic all at once. Also, I hate the last sentence, "You just have to be okay with that." I would be un-okay with that.
"Girls who write will laugh at anything.
We see the humor in silly little everyday moments because we know that tension needs humor and life needs laughter. We might squeal when you soak us with your spilled bottle of coke, but we think it’s funny that you ran out of napkins to help us clean up and are using your sweater to absorb the liquid on the ground. We might be irritated that you’re running half an hour late to pick us up, but we enjoyed watching the two boys hanging upside down on the playground, shouting at each other in Scottish accents and pretending to be pirates. We don’t get embarrassed easily, and we’re quick to laugh at our own mistakes because we know that failures are part of what makes us human."
All this is true. I laughed tonight like a crazie, just because someone told me that their lil sib called them a Dinglehopper. I mean, just the sound of the words together make me smile. Right. Smiling at my computer. My computer can't even smile back. So, the only thing that isn't true here, is the whole "we don't get embarrassed easily" thing. Untrue for me. Being embarrassed is like the worst thing you could do to me.
"Girls who write will change your world–slowly, sneakily, and beautifully.
We’ll wake you up and force you to sit on the porch with us as the sun rises. We’ll drag you through musty old book stores in search of Steinbeck novels and beat up volumes of poetry. We’ll always take too long to tell you about our day, because everything will seem like an adventure. But then we’ll ask about yours with genuine and curious interest. We might forget to give you a birthday card, but we will write you sweet notes on random Tuesdays and always describe you to our friends in the warmest way. We’ll take you on a journey and maybe, just maybe, you will love every heart-pounding, breathless, spontaneous, meticulous, odd moment of it."
I would never force people to watch the sun rise with me. That would ruin the environment. It's like on Peep and the Big Wide World, when they tried to hear the sun set, and Quack would not be quiet. I would go through an old bookstore, but I would look for Agatha Christie before a book of poetry. RANDOM TUESDAY NOTES?! Other people do that? So cool.
Yeah, well that's the end. So much for snippets, but I couldn't take it all apart, you just had to read it in context for it to make any sense at all.
In conclusion (how official those words sound)
Girls who write can be quirky and fun and weird. They can also be dorks and want to have fantastic adventures and do spontaneous things, just because they read somewhere that it was possible.
If you read it in a book written before 1984, it is possible.
Yup. that was a little literary joke.
I wanted to freak out for about five minutes.
Ok, more than five.
But I didn't. Not really.
Deep breaths do NOT count as freaking out.
It couldn't have better timing.
With orders to process and a sewing class to teach,
I wanted to take some time and do a
quick project. Something to give me a break
from the black fleece and creature power discs.
And my something fun was going to double as
the sewing class's next project.
*score for multipurposey things*
So, see these shoes?
These are my pirate shoes.
So called for their pirate-y stripes and colors, I suppose.
bleh. a moth just flew in my face.
bugs are gross.
Back to the project.
I got these shoes at the Thrift Store for a couple bucks, and they were
worth it. The first time I wore them, my little brother said,
"Hey! Where'd you get the pirate shoes?!"
So, my shoes inspired my project.
And my project has absotively nothing to do with shoes!
I was at WalMart, and they were having a fabric sale.
These shoes started a bargin trend I suppose.
So I grabbed two fabrics
And they don't really match. But then again,
So, I got the fabric, and I wanted to make a
tote bag for our sewing class, and lay the fabric this way
And in the end, this is really just a long teaser post of projects to come
hopefully at some point in the future before my machine dies.
But the fabric is great, isn't it?!
I think the skinny-to-big stripes are cool.
And the blue and red stripes are piratey.