tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10424289000893043372024-03-18T23:04:20.857-05:00Butterfly EffectUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-75174937964310156342009-12-24T08:09:00.001-06:002009-12-24T08:10:36.645-06:00bookhad a dream...<br />about the book...<br /><br />so it's fully in my conscious<br />and subconscious mind...<br />that's good, right?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-91242770515150568252009-12-15T15:23:00.001-06:002009-12-15T15:25:18.156-06:00so... about that 5 year plan...lately i've been thinking again...<br />about that part of the 5 year plan<br />that is still unaccomplished...<br /><br />writing a book...<br /><br />still want to do that...<br /><br />need to do that...<br /><br />it's budding again... that idea...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-4692888455959420882009-06-05T07:39:00.003-05:002009-06-05T07:46:13.968-05:00coffee talk...just needed to rant...<br /><br />went to starbucks this morning (yes, starbucks)<br />ordered my drink (my salvation - haha)<br />and went to wait for it...<br />the lady in front of me had on a very cute skirt -<br />one that i would love to find in my closet...<br />it was casual, yet refined enough that it wasn't sloppy...<br />it looked soft (no, i didn't touch it), but wasn't wrinkled...<br />so i decided to tell the woman i liked her skirt.<br />i am hoping she has hearing loss or maybe needs a cuetip or something...<br />because i am quite sure i spoke loudly and crisply this morning<br />(despite not having gotten my coffee yet)<br />she glanced at me...<br />looked me up and down...<br />smirked (not smiled, but smirked - there might have been a noise with it)<br />and half nodded in my general direction.<br /><br />are you kidding me?<br /><br />le sigh.<br /><br />i was trying to be nice.<br />i don't look like a bag lady today - so i'm not sure what the look was for...<br />i have my cute jeans on and i know my socks and shoes match, respectively...<br /><br />whatever.<br /><br />i still like her skirt...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-50362026460904204602009-02-02T12:10:00.001-06:002009-02-02T12:10:43.540-06:00dear hummus -i love you.<br /><br />that is all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-90628069626586201672009-01-22T21:01:00.002-06:002009-01-22T21:07:36.599-06:00my fingers remembered the stitches...my great grandma is someone very special to me<div>she died - not recently</div><div>she was strong and italian and stubborn</div><div>and talented and loving and loved</div><div>and missed</div><div><br /></div><div>the year i went to college she told me that if i ever needed her</div><div>all i had to do was to look to the moon, and speak to her and she'd hear me</div><div>that should sound crazy </div><div>it didn't.</div><div><br /></div><div>tonight i sat down to "practice" knitting</div><div>i have been trying to teach myself to knit for a few weeks now</div><div>i've made carter a few ugly neck sock things... (don't ask...)</div><div>tonight i sat down to "practice" knitting</div><div>and my fingers remembered something they've never done successfully</div><div>the stitches are beautiful -</div><div>good tension</div><div>correct counts</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no moon tonight -</div><div>but great grandma was here</div><div>maybe that sounds crazy</div><div>but it isn't.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-20677085328880820272009-01-19T16:55:00.002-06:002009-01-19T16:57:53.014-06:00note to self...do not ever eat a<br />fiber one bar +<br />broccoli +<br />grape nuts<br />within another 18 hour period...<br /><br />...not going to lie -<br />this was a complete mistake.<br />do not do it again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-19230817416220437472009-01-11T21:59:00.000-06:002009-01-11T22:09:47.667-06:00Goals for 2009... a new year<div>... a chance for making life better than it was last year</div><div>(this will be a challenge considering how great last year was...)</div><div><br /></div><div>so i've resolved that my focus will be on the details...</div><div>the things that i have to remember to think about.</div><div><br /></div><div>anyhow - this isn't the start of a list of resolutions -</div><div>it's an ongoing list to be updated as frequently as needed...</div><div>list of things i am doing to make my life better...</div><div>and consequently, hopefully making better the life of others?</div><div>(one can only hope and dream, right?)</div><div><br /></div><div>now my list:</div><div>1.) i will not be buying commercially made household cleaners, if i can find a way to make them myself (in a way and using ingredients that are healthier for me, dear husband, furbaby carter, and the earth itself)</div><div>2.) we will continue to use "real" plates/dishes/cups (i.e. no paper, plastic, disposable)</div><div>3.) we will not buy bottled water</div><div>4.) we will reduce our use of paper towels (this is my newest endeavor - we just started using "unpaper" towels. there is a stack on the counter, and a mini "trashcan" just for them. these will be washed and re-stacked as necessary...)</div><div>5.) kitchen appliances that do not need to be plugged in continuously will be unplugged when not in use</div><div><br /></div><div>this is not the end of the list - just the beginning...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-63127902852332555652008-12-28T09:09:00.000-06:002008-12-28T09:19:04.595-06:00Christmas Projects - Part 2<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfxpl7ZZ972TQuYX45VJHb3JN3BU6Ir4iMdkEoHE46ejelO6C6PPhtDiahSwDzHoGB1w735jr6cnl41lyLUqHcbK_ij0gDCit2-N1ckPvecu19uu77KzGnE3DyZMS3VIXOXSgwGz2aZ8r/s1600-h/DSC03411.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7_WmpHGz348L6cSMoA-lPY4Z6whcvH0DrWNx4OFnmjn5_FW_Kp1HMt8EqAZ1t-DjYloQP4pVgzFEf3ZvTyDguaIw8mJxd6qOtnI197NxJThI8OXYcuYkDACqLb_xpIcSboan4Q2Lo-BY/s200/DSC03409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284860509014946610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxmWlgJL9J4acJRQDpjlCIhmHuc2Qi5VQ4o5fQd5SlgyK72Rd5eG5mY2WmO6bOMDV19TdEjQzRMrnfQNIgoBs9joPofcnfoE790JdZLX725b3mHtQTJ52pHAspMj0YJRSNNOb88sOvJji/s1600-h/DSC03408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxmWlgJL9J4acJRQDpjlCIhmHuc2Qi5VQ4o5fQd5SlgyK72Rd5eG5mY2WmO6bOMDV19TdEjQzRMrnfQNIgoBs9joPofcnfoE790JdZLX725b3mHtQTJ52pHAspMj0YJRSNNOb88sOvJji/s200/DSC03408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284860497019870914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3I7h_2xMqJULLj-Z0Gik6NE5koZ2CcqIdJa54HEHfk9aWxrdzo3BuVRbhG9WpZZgS1M1tsRm_Wbqd6dCv5p5B-40qjivlYoZyYY_wUzi3ig_XAC__R9TEMn4828TGMYHfns8iS49awvr/s1600-h/DSC03404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3I7h_2xMqJULLj-Z0Gik6NE5koZ2CcqIdJa54HEHfk9aWxrdzo3BuVRbhG9WpZZgS1M1tsRm_Wbqd6dCv5p5B-40qjivlYoZyYY_wUzi3ig_XAC__R9TEMn4828TGMYHfns8iS49awvr/s200/DSC03404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284860482245320050" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So here are the cloth grocery bags I made for the adults... <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(pictured are 4 of the 7 bags with 4 of the 5 patterns)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They aren't all that snazzy - but I was honestly pleased with how they turned out...</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-37447153777865136682008-12-19T20:53:00.000-06:002008-12-19T21:29:16.377-06:00Christmas ProjectsSince I really should have everything finished by tomorrow (our first 2 christmas celebrations are tomorrow), I thought I'd share my projects. I'll post more pictures later, too (I think).<div><br /></div><div>First - little jars of "crunchy clean" with name label and directions labels i made and attached... dear husband filled all of the jars. We are giving a total of 8 eco-bags to various family members. The eco-bags are cloth bags I made filled with 2 jars of crunchy clean (scents: monkey farts and reindeer poo), an empty spray bottle with vinegar and water solution instructions written on it, 2 microfiber towels, and a jar of homemade applesauce (apples from mom's farm).</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOLN9ig35vvA_sUFHcRZJTkRHIfH28HKWuvg8bzS3Am7x3-w-lVD8XMr54iOVB95Ouz4n-klH1biS_9NcvQDNCbVSUGTLU9kbkQ1f_TeN2CThYnLUN9QywPP0HP5BLI7tkA-CrOIZyECc/s200/DSC03268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705851407883810" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>www.crunchyclean.com</div><div><br /></div><div>Next - the felt obsession. I have been making two sets of "groceries" in a "cloth grocery bag" for my two little cousins. I made them each: a set of 6 eggs, a breakfast of bacon toast and eggs, and a pizza. (I still want to make bow tie pasta, pop tarts, and tortellini. but alas i ran out of time to finish it all by christmas.)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYsk1PVuGiQo7AapCAhltk4DrdWMDH8u_AG8iqDntGjJWRTyTUWcwlZG3IcijMGba84X_FFZFC8LDNexxps2dPxw3vxKCjFqhMaPbGuZUZqQ46lrEzs62DirBUk9cwuYok8pchvZ48JeN/s200/DSC03279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281703216990776290" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIPIvTuc4nhtO8yIYZeHfC-bR3KSopPi-JNjIAFRC67k8L3N4pBCy9o4u-kQnvkk8pN7bWLo0xc916gVkvZlYsj9qJ8K3wIMxdOPdEsxFAimO86mR8tu6NzyukzfeOfD5J7yyw6JcFaQV/s200/DSC03271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281703227387735106" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv0Qg5cXiurYWz7OcR1DQlqFJLx6HPG4CWIsMy3p7jcUYmFsCp0bReXkk1wethsBxs2tZYXQN4iiWmezBlIF6in1_W1mroEQo7TFgnwWMkzOEmqICyhkNwd30fIaKX0HnGZpcNiXKLMF-T/s200/DSC03270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706942886962850" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL7l8hlhDCknGRcf_HfhsEZf6fB9EBTB4aLACGDtHtLo8eKh2C9P0E203EdkhfZpMEYEIxoliu8FDpC92qEBfVQiSfi3vqn-Ee-Zze6_CTwXV3pV5oXQ-VtEFkn4c73YNY2t20WUAqAXg/s200/DSC03278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706350772189570" /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-65752199818843368592008-12-08T19:47:00.000-06:002008-12-08T19:50:01.004-06:00de-grinch-i-fythese last two posts make me sound rather grinchy.<div>i'm not.</div><div><br /></div><div>in fact i'm loving this particular holiday season...</div><div>i love the fact that i made all those cookies...</div><div>and i'm proud of the fact that i've made a lot of gifts for friends and family this year.</div><div>and i love our tree and our outside house lights...</div><div>and it smells delish in here with my christmas candles all alight!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-8001281202070643212008-12-08T15:58:00.000-06:002008-12-08T16:03:05.163-06:00sick.of.making.cookiesi actually only made 28 dozen cookies this weekend...<br /><br />24 dozen are tiny 1 inch tall butter cookies...<br />plus there are 4 dozen chewy chocolate chip...<br />and then 4 dozen chocolate fudge coookie bites...<br /><br />not.making.cookies.again.soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-22993103505282758922008-11-14T06:56:00.000-06:002008-11-14T07:04:30.364-06:00hate is a strong emotionbut i really think i might hate people sometimes.<br />well probably i'm just too emotional... but why do people think they "own the world"...<br /><br />stupid - but most recent example - occurred approximately 3 minutes ago.<br /><br />i arrive at work (very) early, and upon entering the parking lot (that is mostly empty), see that some jackhat has parked so that he's taking up 2 spaces (one of which is mine). the only people at the building this early are the people that use the gym downstairs. so i march downstairs and ask if anyone drives a blue bmw. the guy nearest the door smirks and says, 'yeah'. i ask if he could possibly move it because it's taking up two spots, one of which is mine. he says 'yeah sure'. so i walk up to the door to the parking lot, wait for him.... so I'm not sitting in my car waiting.... no shock when he doesn't come out and i hear a treadmill start. i walk back downstairs and ask if he could move it now, so that I can go to work. he says he'll be finished in 10 minutes. i say i'd like to go to work now. he storms out, and up to his car asking, "lady why the hell can't you park in the next spot over?" i retort - it's not my spot, please move your gd car. he asks why I care that he's taking up two spots - i repeat "one of the spots is mine". he finally moves his car.<br /><br />ok - so i shouldn't have made a deal of this - should have just parked one spot over. our company has 4 spots... but the thing is i know where my bosses like to park - and i know they'd never complain, but it's just the fact that this guy felt that he owned the parking lot.... and gave me such an attitude. i hate people like that. (plus i hate when that attitude is given by people that own expensive cars. add to that the person dishing the attitude is sweating profusely and smells bad - gross)<br /><br />just had to get this off my chest - now to calm down and get to work. so much for coming in early...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-54729634495557501462008-11-04T05:29:00.000-06:002008-11-04T05:30:30.828-06:00GO VOTEall the cool kids are doing it...<div><br /></div><div>plus today is definitely a day to remember - we are either electing a woman to be vice president or a non-white man to be president.... pretty awesome.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-71775153204737210932008-11-03T10:22:00.000-06:002008-11-03T10:28:55.681-06:00overwhelmed with needit is not often that i am overwhelmed with the need to order clothing or shoes online.<br />don't get me wrong - i love me some cute accessories,<br /><br />but i don't get that "I MUST HAVE" feeling much...<br /><br /><br />i have it - for these...<br />and i have no more words to explain...<br />i'm so confused with my feelings!!!!<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFL1SP9XtSC6rpa01M55bcJiB48iF3NAPdUWtfb7YF5pluoReWdLfaOqUaqp9QBBuOpgSQ1W-Y944cSMZs_PgNDqX5aoLCkzY8LL9hpn89ZxeGiXNqb0Xk0jG6Wx0HfUOljwJT9R7RrwoT/s1600-h/CINCH.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264468604216693554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFL1SP9XtSC6rpa01M55bcJiB48iF3NAPdUWtfb7YF5pluoReWdLfaOqUaqp9QBBuOpgSQ1W-Y944cSMZs_PgNDqX5aoLCkzY8LL9hpn89ZxeGiXNqb0Xk0jG6Wx0HfUOljwJT9R7RrwoT/s320/CINCH.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFL1SP9XtSC6rpa01M55bcJiB48iF3NAPdUWtfb7YF5pluoReWdLfaOqUaqp9QBBuOpgSQ1W-Y944cSMZs_PgNDqX5aoLCkzY8LL9hpn89ZxeGiXNqb0Xk0jG6Wx0HfUOljwJT9R7RrwoT/s1600-h/CINCH.jpg"></a> </p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFL1SP9XtSC6rpa01M55bcJiB48iF3NAPdUWtfb7YF5pluoReWdLfaOqUaqp9QBBuOpgSQ1W-Y944cSMZs_PgNDqX5aoLCkzY8LL9hpn89ZxeGiXNqb0Xk0jG6Wx0HfUOljwJT9R7RrwoT/s1600-h/CINCH.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-85325584065947536622008-10-13T20:44:00.000-05:002008-10-13T20:50:35.224-05:00frugal tree huggerwhy did no one tell me about vinegar + water? for approximately 6 months i have been nurturing a new love affair with this very awesome cleaning mixture. my bottle of 2-3 parts water + 1 part vinegar and my microfiber rags are insane cleaning machines - they disinfect, shine, scrub. it is seriously so awesome! it's cheap! it's not harmful to the environment or us humans either... the scent doesn't make me sneeze or make my eyes water... did i mention it's cheap? <div><br /></div><div>i'm so proud of my little frugal tree hugger cleaner!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-50478556351035727692008-10-10T11:55:00.000-05:002008-10-10T11:58:49.933-05:00confirmed... maybe the world really does make sense once again.<div><br /></div><div>... maybe you really do need some sort of education or experience or perhaps simply a willingness to learn .</div><div><br /></div><div>... maybe i don't need to grow a pen!s to prove myself (sorry, that's a little brash - but i really was starting to wonder if it would make all the difference).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>le sigh.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i can now, fully, enjoy my weekend...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-48271044355360017382008-10-08T21:34:00.001-05:002008-10-08T21:35:07.669-05:00cannot confirm or deny...but tomorrow might be one of the most exciting days of my life, since june...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-73603676300750597872008-10-06T20:32:00.000-05:002008-10-06T20:34:20.320-05:00j'adore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6qjJKzrAFIcuuU-rzSKXUj8DyiWBwgDKnn2klVfdXg32AktNN8m5iOv1-a8hwC5HC-VG7BL2Kf3yRrFzFN3-m2uRpZvyn9U8QNZKg1wsosVXh29LA0MPjER-NV2QigO2Foz8Up8WD2YF/s1600-h/DSC02946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6qjJKzrAFIcuuU-rzSKXUj8DyiWBwgDKnn2klVfdXg32AktNN8m5iOv1-a8hwC5HC-VG7BL2Kf3yRrFzFN3-m2uRpZvyn9U8QNZKg1wsosVXh29LA0MPjER-NV2QigO2Foz8Up8WD2YF/s320/DSC02946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254219217644113106" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-67394294722296997192008-10-05T19:29:00.000-05:002008-10-05T19:41:11.176-05:00apples?momma fish and i used to ask the simple question, "apples?" anytime there was a lull in the conversation, or if someone said something so ridiculous there was nothing better to say. it would usually send us into a fit of giggles. who in the world knows why it started, or why it was so funny.<div><br /></div><div>dear husband knows this story, and has since taken it into his own language - often asking the simple question, "bacon?" at the most random or inappropriate times. it's not quite as giggle-worthy, but it always makes me smile.</div><div><br /></div><div>so getting back to apples...</div><div><br /></div><div>mom gave me a huge bag of apples from the farm. they are the ugliest apples i have ever seen. they are all from the same tree - but some are green some are red some are odd shades of maroon... they are covered with freckles and bruises and other imperfections. </div><div><br /></div><div>but after an hour of work (scrubbing, peeling, coring, slicing, boiling, and food processing), and some added sugar they have become some delicious homemade applesauce. </div><div><br /></div><div>oh my god - so good.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-65228417669582393152008-09-19T20:19:00.000-05:002008-09-19T20:22:08.708-05:00fairy-talewhat did i do to deserve this fairy-tale i am living?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-69236951472258881052008-09-09T19:43:00.000-05:002008-09-09T20:12:12.123-05:00To become something i never dreamed of being...i've pretty much been "winging" it since the day of my college graduation. <div>taking one day at a time. </div><div>taking one challenge at a time. </div><div>taking one goal at a time. </div><div>taking one success at a time. </div><div>taking one setback at a time. <div><br /></div><div>...today I found out that someone close to me recently lost the love of their life... not through death, but through a choice made. it breaks my heart to think about what i would have done/who i would be today if i had to go through that a year ago, just months before my wedding day. needless to say i would be a different person...</div><div><br /></div><div>choices... i make dozens of them every day. but i also realize that i do not have full control of everything in my life. i can do certain things to prepare myself for anticipated happenings and even prepare myself to accept certain emergencies. but i do not have a crystal ball.</div><div><br /></div><div>i've heard that you really shouldn't talk about work within an online blog... because things online have a way of getting back to the persons that make decisions about your job security. so i won't talk about work, except to say - it's hard. it's not what i expected. i have a difficult time concentrating at times. i know that i am one of the best. i know i am one of the most talented. i wish i trusted more people. i miss laughing during the day. i am proud of what i have accomplished. i want to live closer to work.</div><div><br /></div><div>i definitely did not want to live in a subdivision after college - thought living downtown would be more my speed. not going to happen. not in this city. so living wwwwwwaaaaaaaayyyy out - and on a street that is not part of a subdivision - is home. it fits. right now. but what about if there are children born? that upstairs bedroom is pretty much filled with junk, no room for a kid. i should fix that. organize. file. trash. donate. sell. i've heard that when pregnant, women do this thing called "nesting" - maybe i'll organize.file.trash.donate.sell. while i nest? ha.</div><div><br /></div><div>watching stupid tv. i'm catching up on all the tv i missed during high school and college, when i actually had a life. </div><div><br /></div><div>done.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-14908548537729026982008-08-17T19:40:00.000-05:002008-08-17T19:42:04.550-05:00familyi slept maybe 3 full hours this weekend - but it was worth it. i really do enjoy being surrounded by family - my new extended family... beautiful weather, good company, lots of food - we are sooooo blessed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-52223602194228404452008-08-03T20:17:00.000-05:002008-08-03T20:22:29.204-05:00convent-inspired furniture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMs9ulWfOZR1muybcQLfJnx0KocPY2jDKGsFczeNEAYjEp7mVkX5q9anlJUcc8VptIZ65hubUpYDqX-HyZhw5oDemEWzqWmvQRW3LW5a4tvaSWMkbxukvNSxi0_mUyIZfbvFKycDcrsHO/s1600-h/DSC02817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMs9ulWfOZR1muybcQLfJnx0KocPY2jDKGsFczeNEAYjEp7mVkX5q9anlJUcc8VptIZ65hubUpYDqX-HyZhw5oDemEWzqWmvQRW3LW5a4tvaSWMkbxukvNSxi0_mUyIZfbvFKycDcrsHO/s320/DSC02817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230465708767558050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i need accessories!!!! today, we moved the "dresser" and mirror from my grandma's house to ours. it is very pretty, but looks sooooo old fashion (kinda convent-like, no?). i need some modern accents to spice up the top of our stairs, now. suggestions? </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">ps - isn't Carter cute?</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-26537056487142894692008-07-24T20:19:00.000-05:002008-07-24T20:36:10.381-05:00internal conflict<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">i have always been told, and have always believed, that i can do anything and be anything that i dream. thus far, i am certain i have fulfilled my dreams and the dreams others had for me, too. the dreams evolved as i was living them. and that's where i am right now, an evolution...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">i have this crazy creative career (say that 5 times fast)... i make a decent living... but there is something that is pulling me in another direction, and i am having horrible internal conflict to this new dream. i don't want to let anyone down, especially myself. society is screaming at me to continue achieving and reaching upwards in my current career - continue to be self-sufficient and responsible and dependable. sure, maybe i could be superwoman and continue forward with current career and add new dream. but i'm not sure i want that. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">i need to do more research.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">i want to be a mom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042428900089304337.post-14365932694357616362008-07-20T16:02:00.000-05:002008-07-20T16:05:39.002-05:00the look of this<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">... in reading blogs, i've come across a few that give suggestions for layout and design - to increase readership. well, i'm pretty certain not many people are reading this... but i attempted to find a layout that fit into their suggestions... mainly not having white letters on black background because it's hard to read. the unfortunate truth - i love white letters on black background - always have. so it's going back to the original "look". i'm sorry if it hurts your eyeballs. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0