tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118623062012-02-16T10:53:41.107-08:00What? Mermaids?αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.comBlogger3181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-71313415670340339642012-02-05T10:24:00.000-08:002012-02-05T10:24:21.454-08:00the end's not near
Yesterday found me at IHOP first thing in the morning, drinking iced water and eating soggy grapes while my mom added, uncharacteristically, cream and sugar to her coffee in an attempt to make it palatable. My final hour in South Florida was spent surrounded by a group of people who clearly had not yet been to bed. :]
It has been a difficult week. And I know that if *I* feel that way after αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-22233866079741097782012-01-29T21:55:00.001-08:002012-01-29T22:00:41.734-08:00a cold season
Today felt like an incredibly long day.
It wasn't particularly stressful. Just slow.
Yesterday morning, Mom called to tell me that Pop Pop wasn't doing well. She didn't think he'd be around much longer. My first thought was, "Should I jump on a plane? Should I try to be there?" Mom was calm as she responded. I could do that if I wanted to, but it wasn't necessary. He was sleeping, mostlyαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-61677254256434298312012-01-29T07:59:00.000-08:002012-01-29T08:16:03.021-08:00
Pop Pop, I miss you already.
Love you always.
Hugs to my Grammy.
Read Sarge's final post.αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-12082326834876267582012-01-27T00:48:00.001-08:002012-01-27T00:48:26.112-08:00we all got old at breakneck speed...
...slow it down, go easy on me.
"We can make a woman have contractions, but we don't always succeed in forcing her body to release the baby and give birth. If we start a labor with chemicals, we may very well have to finish it with a surgeon's scalpel." -Gail Hart
I've been reading my doula books faithfully. Enthusiastically, even. But I am not signed up for any classes or workshops. αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-28368268422237193362012-01-25T11:38:00.002-08:002012-01-26T16:16:06.718-08:00
It's not something I really want to write on the World Wide Web about, but I wanted to mention it, at least.
My Pop pop, Sarge Charlie, has posted on his blog about being accepted into Hospice.
You can read his post about it here.
And if you have a minute, go give a verbal hug to my Grammy here.
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-88430695069956522512012-01-23T22:22:00.001-08:002012-01-23T22:26:45.856-08:00feels so rough.
what.
a.
day.
i got a "tag" from Caitlin over at To Make Love Stay to post a picture to Instagram of me. right now.
so, here you go.
yep, that's me. with sulfur refining mask, courtesy of proactive, on the giant pimples below my nose.
just lovely.
icing on today's cake, really.
i got an email today with some bad news. not ready to share about it. just trying to deal αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-59987715442168441872012-01-22T21:44:00.001-08:002012-01-22T21:44:14.366-08:00the catch of the day
The snow is finally all melted. Annie and I are both glad. I can't speak from experience, but it must be quite tedious to have to walk bare-pawed in the snow in order to pee or poop.
After considering how much stuff I own, and how little of it I would actually miss if it were all to be destroyed somehow, I have decided to start paring down. I have a stack of books that are for sale on Amazon,αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-58067134379925796612012-01-19T22:00:00.000-08:002012-01-19T22:00:33.772-08:00
Letters written:
4
[2 are postcards, does that count?]
Letters mailed:
2
On New Year's Day, I decided that it was time I stopped procrastinating and start supporting a kid somewhere in the world.
I picked Worldvision. I selected the little box that indicated a community that was affected by HIV / AIDS. Clicked the box that selected a girl.
The first girl that came up was Janeαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-60807790159006378322012-01-16T15:48:00.000-08:002012-01-16T15:51:37.256-08:00FROZEN RAIN, ya'll.
I apologize in advance for another post with snow pictures.
It's just...
Snow is so BRIGHT, and WHITE, and COLD.
It's pretty. :]
Look at those "listening ears" Annie's got. SO CUTE.
She followed me around the yard as I snapped pictures. Bogs boots and flannel pajama pants. Oh yes, I was THAT person.
Mmmm... Cozy, hygge house.
Oh, did I mentionαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-39112624516822145782012-01-15T13:24:00.000-08:002012-01-15T13:24:17.530-08:00baby, it's cold
Brrrrr!
I woke up this morning to almost no snow. Some frozen little ice balls were scattered on the porch, but that was it.
Until about half an hour ago.
I mean, we just got a solid 1/3" !!!
Okay, so the snow stopped before it even got started. But it was pretty and I basically reverted to a five year old, squealing, barely remembering to put my coat on, running outside, dancing αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-75535821271769501032012-01-11T20:15:00.000-08:002012-01-11T20:15:38.433-08:00an inconsistant post
I haven't really put much thought into the content of this post.
It's sort of just... coming together because I want it to.
Not really because it actually goes together.
For example:
for i long to have your long arms about me
but i know i'm crazy to even try
oh, i'm leaning on a lampost outside the party
and i'm crying my eyes out
for the hundredth time
come on, baby
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-13717233648620426812012-01-11T00:27:00.001-08:002012-01-11T00:27:11.109-08:00merry christmas / happy new year / etc
Okay, Christmas pictures! A bit late. It's the thought that counts, though.
Besides, there are still Christmas lights around town, and it's DEFINITELY still winter.
So I flew to Buffalo, NY for Christmas.
This guy picked me up:
I'd never even met this little guy. He's my cousin's baby boy, and he is SO CUTE. Hardly a baby anymore, I know. Missing these kids grow up makes it so αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-23568975677767574722012-01-06T22:22:00.001-08:002012-01-06T22:24:50.186-08:00happy little linksI sat down at the computer just now, edited my Christmas / New Years photos, and pulled up Google Chrome to create a blog post regaling my holiday misadventures.
And then I got a little bit distracted, because even though I just closed 4 tabs, I have [let me count...] ELEVEN tabs open right now [including the one I'm using to type out this post].
Ahem. Internet ADD much?
And then I sort of αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-63646003784939823402011-12-31T11:13:00.001-08:002011-12-31T11:29:09.844-08:00home
finally.
home.
yesterday-- airplanes, airports, travelers, buses, missed buses, carsickness.
but that's okay.
i left this- cold, water, ice, snow, rain:
for this- beasty and my bed my pillows and blankets.
i can't even begin to explain how good it feels to be home.
you know, though. any time you've been in five different beds in as many nights [alone, of αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-15003586983453018202011-12-28T23:33:00.001-08:002011-12-31T10:56:49.430-08:00Posting from my iPhone... :)
Just a quick photo upload. My Christmas has been full of
food
snow
ice
egg nog
hot tea
snuggling (with gramma)
sledding (in the dark)
venison burgers
dirty bingo
hotel rooms (by myself on Christmas Eve)
winter weather advisories
gluten free oreo-cream cheese balls
good old fashioned family meltdowns
skyping with Matt
...and more!
How was your Christmas?
PS- New αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-14605246579936792762011-12-19T23:48:00.001-08:002011-12-19T23:48:39.116-08:00rememberingI am having a hard time recalling certain parts of my recent travels. This may be due, in part, to the self-medicating that I did along the way. My combination of Ativan, melatonin, and valerian seems to have put me in some sort of functioning stupor, which allows me to get from point A to point B without actually being aware of it later.
Probably not super smart. In my defense, most of my αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-30612640148960058552011-12-19T00:05:00.001-08:002011-12-19T00:05:35.888-08:00a jumbled mess
my head is all mixed up and posting about my trips feels overwhelming.
so i'm just going to do it.
so here is denmark:
we spent a lot of time at kaffekilden. i drank a different chai every time, and liked them all. lauren always drank coffee, with cream. i don't remember what rachael got; my excuse is that i was jetlagged the whole time she was there.
that's rachael. αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-31300299910897598722011-12-12T22:02:00.001-08:002011-12-12T22:02:27.504-08:00monday: home
...and back!
jet lagged.
exhausted.
nutritionally deprived.
funned out.
HOME.
two days ago:
cold drink, hot sun, beach towel, ipod, sister to share it all with
grand turk, short shorts, sweaty body, warm breeze, tourist shops
SUNSHINE, sunblock, shade
THE FUN SHIP
san juan, puerto rico; 90 degrees, local cafe with air conditioning, fresh avocado and sangriaαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-38877820939775359742011-12-01T03:41:00.001-08:002011-12-01T03:46:22.149-08:00brieflyLast day in Roskilde... Hanging out with Isaac and Lauren. Posting from my iPhone, not sure how it will come out...αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-70728196010234882202011-11-19T18:54:00.001-08:002011-11-19T19:08:40.361-08:00saturday
today was lovely.
cold, but sunny.
morning crossfit workout with E. mid-day shopping and eating and walking and more eating.
vanilla herbal tea. locally roasted coffee. gluten free fudge-cake.
we crouched behind the herbalist's booth at the market and used a tiny table for our small picnic, relishing the overhead heaters and the hot drinks.
SO
MUCH
TO
SEE.
mushrooms,αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-87796074113498571622011-11-18T16:37:00.001-08:002011-11-18T17:02:39.463-08:00honestly
I was inspired by Caitlin of To Make Love Stay to do an honest picture post.
I thought I'd share a little of the chaos that is my house / my life currently, as I try to get ahead with work, clean in preparation for my house sitter, catch up on weeks of laundry, and pack.
The kitchen is the first room you see when you walk into the house. I have dishes left from small group, which was at αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-30629404104874330342011-11-16T21:37:00.001-08:002011-11-16T21:53:10.504-08:00so much time...
the final week of my herbal apprenticeship has come...
...and gone.
i am trying to appreciate and respect the rest that comes with winter.
the pearly everlasting, which we harvested during our second week of fall apprenticeship, was buried under snow when we found it.
i will let the pictures speak for themselves-
old growth hemlock
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-82152774590061123422011-11-12T23:20:00.001-08:002011-11-12T23:29:03.060-08:00just a better way to fall
the wind is howling outside tonight.
everything is wet, chilled. yellow leaves are plastered to my deck, my driveway.
the trees are shedding their headdresses. or being stripped of them- thanks to this storm. i'd take a picture, but there's nothing to see since it's dark outside.
i am having great fun taking pictures with my iphone. the camera is much better than on my blackberry. αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-2253361312353130942011-10-31T22:09:00.001-07:002011-10-31T22:09:12.676-07:00
decided to get festive at the last minute here.
:X
no kids live in my neighborhood, so i went to my friend's house and helped her hand out candy.
cold october night, moon shining and stars shining and spiked drinks and chocolate and terrified toddlers and sarcastic teens and halloween in a small-town military neighborhood.
lots of moms.
very few dads.αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-76002427539626963042011-10-28T23:02:00.003-07:002011-10-28T23:02:39.867-07:00
October is basically over.
Whoa.
What happened? It was July for what seemed like forever [pre-deployment].
Then August threatened to destroy me [deployment].
In mid-September, things perked up [zoloft, herbal apprenticeship, new job, school].
And then it was almost November [denmark: lauren and rachael].
Which means that December is also right around the corner [family cruise; new αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-26950561864607754492011-10-27T00:02:00.000-07:002011-10-27T00:03:52.873-07:00for goodness sake, let us be young
an instagram post.
if at some point we all succumb
for goodness sake, let us be young
'cause time gets harder to outrun
and i'm nobody, i'm not done
with a cool, cool breeze and dirty knees
i rest on childhood memories
we all got old at breakneck speed,
slow it down, go easy on me
a bird on a tree in a park on a cloudy day
put a wetsuit on, c'mon c'mon
growαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-7599829103925959082011-10-23T00:28:00.001-07:002011-10-23T00:28:12.902-07:00
How are the days at once positively FLYING by, yet the minutes seem to drag for hours? I cannot comprehend it. There isn't enough time to do everything I need to do, and yet, there is so much time in between me and spring. In between me and when Matt returns.
A whole winter.
Le sigh.
Farmer's markets are coming to a close. Aside from a holiday market in November, there won't be αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-70142551962613984072011-10-13T22:42:00.001-07:002011-10-13T22:43:21.167-07:00
So did I mention that I'm going to Denmark? I think I did. But I can't really remember.
Anyway, I'm going to Denmark for Thanksgiving to visit Lauren.
And as if that weren't awesome enough... Rachael, of the nude-bathing hippie-camping dread-wearing variety, is going to stay with us as well! She and Lauren have never met, but I'm confident that they're going to get along pretty well.
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-6233229199658067752011-10-10T22:47:00.000-07:002011-10-10T22:47:13.949-07:00sickie
Well, I haven't been blogging because I've been busy trying to stay alive.
Okay, I might be exaggerating.
But seriously. This weekend sucked.
I had dinner at a friend's house last Thursday. I got to snuggle their cute new baby boy, their second-oldest son drew me a pencil picture of squiggly lines that he told me was a ROCKET SHIP, duh, and I got to make silly faces at their adorable αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-5019374405264603252011-10-05T21:50:00.000-07:002011-10-05T21:55:11.392-07:00a very dandy tuesday
I harvested what I think will be the last of my tomatoes for the year.
I thought I'd killed my poor tomato plants, but since the rainy season has begun, they seem to have revived for one last fruit-push.
I've eaten salads every day for the last week.
I miss tomatoes already. See you next year, friends.
Tuesday morning, I woke up with some mild food poisoning.
I'm pretty αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-75996834117059937092011-10-02T22:55:00.000-07:002011-10-02T22:55:05.395-07:00
I am just a picture-taking fiend lately.
Chilling out with Annie currently. This song just popped up on Pandora and I LOVE IT:
This weekend was busy and happy.
Saturday I had a post-birthday brunch with D&E. There was fruit salad (with mint, YUM).
I brought the blackberry jam that I made last week with my herbalist teacher.
It was delicioso.
There were fancy αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-16093627818884128342011-09-30T13:07:00.003-07:002011-09-30T13:22:26.672-07:00a very merry birthweek
Monday was disgustingly windy and rainy. Gusts of 50 MPH had trash cans and tree branches littering the streets and sidewalks. Annie was on edge all day. Wind storms frighten me because they are so powerful. I've noticed, though, that our house seems to be in a very protected little spot. Up the hill, I can see the trees thrashing wildly, and down the hill, I can see the same. But the trees αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-89509439507511668572011-09-21T23:31:00.002-07:002011-09-21T23:31:26.951-07:00a lovely tuesday
This week we harvested Hawthorn berries and leaves.
we weren't sure if there was an E at the end... turns out, there isn't.
My happy little apothecary is growing, slowly but surely. I am so grateful for all the medicines I now have at my fingertips.
Hawthorn is a tree. Right now it's producing pretty little red berries.
I filled a brown paper grocery bag about a quarter αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-75504443817925281242011-09-18T00:22:00.000-07:002011-09-18T00:22:07.794-07:00page ninety-seven...I remembered another woman at our church, very old, from the South, tiny and black, who dressed in ersatz Coco Chanel outfits, polyester sweater sets, Dacron pillbox hats. They must have come from Mervyn's and Montgomery Ward because she didn't have any money.
She was always cheerful--until she turned eighty and started going blind. She had a great deal of religious faith, and everyone αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-60420010990159562082011-09-17T14:40:00.003-07:002011-09-17T14:40:28.296-07:00
last night i spent the evening with a new friend.
she's wonderful; full of light and love. i am excited to go with her to the dharma hall for yoga and meditation soon.
but today.
a grey saturday in the pacific northwest.
the sun did peek out to say hello while i was at the farmer's market.
happiness
and then it went away.
melancholy
so i thought i would share a few photos of αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-29420713493470485662011-09-15T22:56:00.001-07:002011-09-15T22:56:44.431-07:00
the last 3 weeks have been
go
go
go
so much going. doing. living. being. learning.
so much learning.
new job. grad school classes (doing well, As and Bs so far). and of course, the oh-so-photogenic herbal apprenticeship.
unfortunately this week, i had my ISO turned wayyy up and didn't realize it, so all of my photos turned out severely over-exposed. which is why most of this αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-80228574503162618752011-09-13T20:30:00.000-07:002011-09-13T20:30:30.092-07:00photos, en masse
meal #1 at deschutes (gluten free beer on tap)
"THIS USED TO BE A SANDWICH!" said E while punching the bag furiously
iron & wine (out of focus on purpose? i'll let you decide)
definitely out of focus on purpose. i think.
nearly full moon
the crowd
sam FREAKING beam, in the flesh
the back of my head at the end of the concert
shhhh... breakfast at prasads
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-53571488930495028702011-09-10T22:31:00.001-07:002011-09-10T22:54:13.291-07:00a portland picture post
I have so many pictures from the last 36 hours that I think the only way to manage this will be breaking it up into two posts. Perhaps three, depending on how willing I am to come up with captivating narrative for one or two whole other posts.
I just got off a train from Portland about two hours ago, and I'm pretty sleepy.
So just a little prelude, if you will. :D
And in this prelude αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-8434210024674279912011-09-06T23:31:00.001-07:002011-09-06T23:31:54.295-07:00tuesday | harvests
My day started early, tossing and turning as the sun came up. It was a relief when my alarm finally went off.
A short drive; I was fifteen minutes early.
So was everyone else.
We gathered at our herbalist's table on her back deck, cups of oat tea in hand. Sharing what 'herbal-y' things we'd done that week. Taking a few minutes to think about our day, what's next.
We piled into αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-12842000786306842442011-09-02T19:10:00.000-07:002011-09-02T19:10:47.446-07:00some hippies go camping | fancy edition
Rachael leaves for Norway.
Tomorrow.
All moved out of her apartment and quite homeless, she spent her final days here in Washington WITH ME at our favorite camping destination.
We showed up for the 4 o'clock ferry on Wednesday. Aaaaand we missed it. So we parked in line for the 7:30 ferry and made the trek back to my house for a few hours. We had dinner, I did some school, αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-88867540174193775122011-08-30T23:24:00.000-07:002011-08-30T23:24:08.660-07:00too many pictures?Whoa. First herbal apprenticeship class and dinner with my favorite foodies.Busy day today.
Let me show you...
himalayan blackberries
See the missing leaves on that blackberry plant above? I ate them.
Apparently they (along with the roots) are good for drying up diarrhea (yum).
teasel
Above is the teasel. Purported uses included combing ("teasing") wool for spinning, toys for kids. αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-19536378081423913922011-08-28T10:57:00.000-07:002011-08-28T10:57:55.994-07:00
Two posts, back to back.
I'm just so satisfied; I got a phone call from Matt today for the first time since he deployed. Fifteen minutes of hearing his voice crackle over the satellite phone, it was wonderful.
Then I spent the next half our looking at pictures of us.
And I decided that the one up there ^^ needed to be my desktop background. Because Matt's really ridiculously good looking in αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-46663491168483304572011-08-28T08:35:00.003-07:002011-08-28T08:44:30.604-07:00pictures from my phoneSometimes I forget how lovely it is to spend time with my family.
Family.Built-in friends. Entertainment. Love. Support. Living out here in Washington, I don't get to see my family much, and I forget how amazing it is to just have a group of people that always wants you over for dinner, always wants you in their living room.
I know not everyone has that sort of relationship with their family. αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-34844848023547516862011-08-25T00:49:00.001-07:002011-08-25T00:57:31.395-07:00thursday already!So, this first picture was taken by my friend Rachael, the morning after I slept at her house last week. I was giving beast snuggles and she was sort of... not happy about it. Beast hates snuggles.
"stop taking a picture and HELP ME"
Today I spent the day cleaning and studying. And I realized. Being depressed?Not great for housekeeping.
Mom and my stepdad are arriving tomorrow (!!!) (αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-23816276248795852012011-08-23T19:35:00.000-07:002011-08-23T19:35:10.477-07:00Today is mine and Matt's third anniversary.
Three years.Two deployments. Three houses. One dog.
We've fought our way to three years. Being a military couple is NOT easy. It's not romantic. It sort of just sucks, except when it doesn't suck.
It's been an incredible journey so far though.
I sit here, desperately wishing that I could magically transport myself into these photos. To feel those αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-37711282222342022452011-08-23T14:51:00.002-07:002011-08-23T14:51:27.130-07:00the spectrum song
The Spectrum Song from Hands On Films on Vimeo.
pretty much the coolest video ever.
featuring my small group friends (and me).αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-81296441709072509982011-08-22T11:59:00.001-07:002011-08-22T12:00:16.577-07:00even when I fall I'll get back upI'm starting to feel...
better?...Zoloft?Is that you?
All I can say is, the little bit of nausea is worth it.
So worth it.
Thanks to all my readers / commenters who've been so supportive the last few weeks. My posts are probably a drag to read, but every little note you write means a lot. And not one person has been judgmental or critical. You guys are awesome, thank you for being there for me.
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-71101394114660163902011-08-21T00:17:00.000-07:002011-08-21T00:17:08.104-07:00saturday's email to matt | don't judge meWell, today is day two on Zoloft. I feel pretty okay. Headache this afternoon, but I think it's because I ate like half a tub of frosting. Bad idea. I haven't had much sugar at all lately and I wasn't even enjoying it; it was just something to put in my mouth (that's what she said). I went to a movie by myself tonight (I saw The Help; it was very good! Almost as good as the book) and Annie ate αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-21025857502684768552011-08-19T15:28:00.000-07:002011-08-19T15:28:17.448-07:00and i told you to be patientand i told you to be fineand i told you to be balancedand i told you to be kind
[[bon iver - skinny love]]
Yesterday I drove to Rachael's house again, only this time I wasn't sick on the way there. I had a small glass of what was left of the blueberry mead. Megan brought homemade applesauce. Rachael baked dairy-free and gluten-free brownies.
It was a mish-mash of αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-6749999368202004882011-08-16T19:57:00.000-07:002011-08-16T19:57:21.955-07:00
Hi.
Just me.
Smiling.
Just so you know that I am still doing that.
:D
Nothing very exciting is happening to blog about, but I'll share with you a few mundane things so that this post has more words.
My dog bit a bee yesterday. She's fine, but I felt guilty about it since she'd been whining and barking and I had ignored her. I didn't give her Benedryl but yes I know I could in the future ifαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-85984370513001089722011-08-15T16:44:00.000-07:002011-08-15T16:44:25.153-07:00through the shadow landswhen the night comesand you don't know which way to gothrough the shadowlandsand forgotten pathsyou will find a road
[[josh garrels]]
I still can't seem to find my way out.
Out of what? Sickness. Physical and mental. Kava, St John's Wort, Valerian, Melatonin. I can put myself to sleep but I don't have a cure for when I should be awake.
Last night was long and quiet. It felt better after I tookαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-39422535080100606672011-08-14T10:21:00.000-07:002011-08-14T10:21:43.664-07:00sunday morning | camping failYesterday morning found me exhausted. I had a 'sleepover' at Ann's house... Which ended with me coming home and sleeping until noon.
I still haven't been feeling great most of the time. Weak. Exhausted. Nauseated. Anxious.
I had plans with Rachael to go sleep on top of a mountain, however, to view and photograph the Perseids meteor shower. So I pushed through my sick feelings.
This mess can onlyαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-34298227579082991502011-08-12T09:46:00.001-07:002011-08-12T09:53:06.243-07:00foggy friday morning | searching for beautyI went to a Mariner's game last week with my new friend Ann and her family. The sun was just setting. It was in our eyes for a while, but it was warm and lovely.
When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the sky was just all sorts of colorful.
Somebody tell me garlic fries are not BEAUTIFUL.Let me be the one to tell you they are not gluten free. Be prepared to face the consequences if αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-20657189945239302102011-08-08T11:06:00.000-07:002011-08-08T11:06:46.077-07:00monday | what the heckLife is sort of in this weird phase. I feel like a stranger in my own body.
I have been trying to keep my head above water. Everything feels heavy and difficult and achy, like my heart has the flu and can't make it out of bed today.
My heart might be out of commission but my body is participating in random events. It is summer, after all. True hibernating does not come until October / November αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-41506889926245286172011-07-25T14:43:00.001-07:002011-07-25T14:43:18.726-07:00oh, that's right. i have a blog.I'd apologize for not blogging, but I don't feel like a blog is a place to apologize for blogging (or not blogging).
Here are a few pictures though, to show what I've been doing that hasn't been blogging.
First of all, I collected some agates. Then I arranged them neatly in a circle and took their picture.
I ate a salad made out of CSA gifts. Is it a gift if I paid for it? I think it is. The αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-17420570508892493982011-07-14T12:04:00.000-07:002011-07-14T12:04:41.884-07:00thursday | rainAs long as it's raining today, I don't have to water the community garden. Or my plants. All 12 of them. :]
I have lettuce ready to harvest, I think I will plant another round of it.
Tomatoes are starting to make their appearance.
I'm too cheap to buy tomato cages so I found a few fallen branches in the backyard and broke them into pieces. I tied yarn in no particular organized fashion from αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-73838531959063261842011-07-06T14:49:00.000-07:002011-07-06T14:49:25.232-07:00strawberry eating | three easy stepsThis is just a follow-up to my strawberry picking post. It's pretty self-explanatory, thanks to my mad photoshop text-adding skills.
I recommend Tillamook sour cream and Rainier strawberries.Any sort of brown sugar will be fine.
Don't bother trying to limit consumption. It's futile.
I literally ate six pints of these in about two and half days. αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-81898342765320976162011-07-05T10:33:00.000-07:002011-07-05T10:33:00.137-07:004th of july | inter-island adventuresFor the holiday weekend, we were invited to join some friends on their sailboat and go camping for the weekend.
Our 4th of July in pictures:
french press self portrait
no cream for coffee? no problem.
also, i added marshmallows to my french press & baileys
beast loves
camped on the beach
hunted for agates
"AHHMURICA": this guy is a true patriot. navy pilot, capitali$m αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-62389610766925933412011-06-30T10:53:00.000-07:002011-06-30T10:53:47.491-07:00summer bliss | part 3I ate the most delicious thing ever on Monday. A friend had set out on her counter:*sour cream*brown sugar*rainier strawberries
"What is this madness?" I asked her. She told me to just try it. I tried it. Suddenly angels were singing and a bright light shone round about us.
Well, maybe not.
But maybe.
So Tuesday found Matt and I driving to a U-Pick berry farm to U-Pick us some candy αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-89600574531036407942011-06-29T16:52:00.000-07:002011-06-29T16:52:20.400-07:00summer bliss | part 2The happiness and loveliness I found at hippie camp was so great, I had to bring Matt along. Two days after camping with Rachael, Matt and I boarded the ferry and made the trek (along with Annie) back to the island.
This time we stayed in a yurt (basically glorified tent camping) just off the beach.
We lunched at a bar where local Manilla clams were had, along with a swiss mushroom burger (Matt)αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-34330083457354403612011-06-28T18:53:00.000-07:002011-06-28T18:53:56.084-07:00summer bliss | part 1This last week has been so packed with delightful things that blogging about it feels overwhelming.
Tuesday afternoon, my dread-head friend Rachael (whose birthday was the next day) picked me up with a car full of camping gear and food. We just made the 4PM ferry to a nearby island, where we had a campsite reserved at the state park. Summer solstice, the length of daylight positively eternal (αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-80546252517716463532011-06-17T20:14:00.001-07:002011-06-17T20:15:33.227-07:00friday | CSA deliciousnessI picked up our CSA box for the first time. This is our second week of locally grown organic goodness but last week D&E picked it up. I enjoyed going this time; also, I remembered to get the flower supplement :].
I was so excited to get my hands on the inside of this box!
lookin' mighty fancy with those flowers on top :]
what wonders await?
My first glance inside and I was thrilled to bitsαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-81525653403860132592011-06-13T13:58:00.000-07:002011-06-13T13:58:22.340-07:00monday | bakingThis weekend I had pancakes for the first time in over a year. Matt went grocery shopping when he came home and picked up a box of gluten free pancake mix. I was so proud of him for having an open mind (sometimes GF foods lack a certain... delicious texture...).
These pancakes, I must say, were pretty good. They were cooked to perfection (thanks to Matt), so the flavor had nothing to do with αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-1520661044754536762011-06-12T13:07:00.001-07:002011-06-12T13:28:31.922-07:00BEEds by BEEGuess what I got in the mail today?
(and by today I mean yesterday because today is Sunday)
Ladies and gents, for your drrrreadful pleasure, I hereby give you:
Glitzy, industrial, funky, customizable:]
[and in case you don't have dreads, she also makes earrings and other mainstream jewelry pieces]
:D
Disclaimer: I'd like to say that I don't get reimbursed for these comments, but I αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-57221628767268305762011-06-11T18:59:00.001-07:002011-06-11T19:15:08.477-07:00saturday | homeThree more bags of dirt later...
My poppy is blooming.
Six more tomato starts from the curly-headed lady at the farmer's market ($1 each).
Some sad looking lettuce.
A warm, sun-drunk beast.
Oh, and this guy. Mowing the lawn. :] :] :]
Someone is home again.
[[home is wherever i'm with you]]
xoxoαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-791093923981873202011-06-10T16:03:00.000-07:002011-06-10T16:03:52.482-07:00friday | on food being like sexI keep trying to figure out how to word this post without it seeming weird, but I can't seem to get it right in my head. So I'm just going to write it and you can read it and tell me if it's awkward and awful or at least uncomfortable.
Today I am filling in at the bookstore. I was sort of spacey this morning, but one of my regular customers came in for a latte. I wish to God I could remember αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-67214015885763181802011-06-07T20:12:00.000-07:002011-06-07T20:12:36.451-07:00PLANTSMy friend Erin recently told me that I needed to get to Ace Hardware soon and buy some plants. At the time, I'd just unloaded a ton of clothes on her and had a huge pile of things to take to the thrift store (reading books on minimalism really helps inspire a person to get rid of things!). Everything I'd been reading that day (and a few days prior) had been telling me to be content with what I'veαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-3767567264180937232011-06-07T10:10:00.000-07:002011-06-07T10:10:35.618-07:00tuesday | passing afternoonLast night I had a dream that there was a magnificent sunset. I wanted to document it, remember it, so I grabbed my camera and started furiously punching at my shutter button. I was so caught up in the moment, I hardly noticed that everything was blurry as I looked through my viewfinder.
It was the funny humming sound that finally grabbed my attention.
My dream self was trying to take dream αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-62489215184347154872011-06-05T21:33:00.000-07:002011-06-05T21:33:25.532-07:00sunday | sister strangersTonight I had dinner with a group of ladies. It's kind of a funny feeling; there's awkwardness and a forced cordiality that comes along with some of these get-togethers.
The ladies that I spent the evening with are my deployment sisters. They are also complete strangers. We all are. Somehow, through chance or fate or what have you, we end up married to men who end up in this squadron. And αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-28621359720048600992011-06-04T19:49:00.001-07:002011-06-04T19:49:56.270-07:00saturday | sunshine :] :]solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong. -churchill
It's ridiculous how happy I was while I was driving today. I drove an hour north to a lovely little shop that sells eco-friendly clothing... and the shop owner happens to do hair wraps (dread wraps, in my case). I made myself an appointment, and after treating myself to lunch at the farmer's market here, I headed up up up. And αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-27694148408783976772011-06-03T22:32:00.001-07:002011-06-03T22:32:34.979-07:00
la luna
cyclicalcoming and goinghide and seekfemininewax and wanewaters rising and fallinglike moods
a trade offbidding farewell to daywatchful night orb
the quiet sister
peeking through my window
until tomorrow.αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-23598706896374039052011-06-01T21:00:00.000-07:002011-06-01T21:00:33.596-07:00wednesday | hanging in there
I am sitting in the office, Pandora is playing (Fleet Foxes), Annie is sleeping at my feet. I have a salad from the Co-op sitting on the counter (about 1/5 of the weight of the salad is roasted garlic-- WIN), and the bath is slowly draining.
My legs are red and warm to the touch, and my fingers are puckered from sitting in the soapy water too long.
I did Crossfit again tonight, and I think αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-28864805544169001292011-05-31T10:37:00.000-07:002011-05-31T10:37:01.529-07:00monday | exploring the state
I've visited sadly few places on this west coast, all crammed over here on the left side of the US.
And lately, I've done very little traveling at all. Something about getting dressed to go to a place where you won't know anyone... It's very discouraging and depressing. Which, of course, is all in my head, for there are fabulous things to be seen and done all over by the likes of me, alone or αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-25347031658317115172011-05-29T23:31:00.000-07:002011-05-29T23:31:50.426-07:00sunday | day's end
i think i am encountering somewhat of an identity crisis.
terms that i have used to describe and understand myself have included
wife
friend
employee
daughter
sister
not many of those terms are applicable right now. i mean, yes, they 'technically' apply.
but when matt is gone, my role as wife dissolves until his return.
when people are busy, my role as friend diminishes.
when i am only αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-80408057199868627262011-05-28T19:39:00.000-07:002011-05-28T19:39:47.185-07:00saturday | todaySince writing that last post, I feel like I am in a weird place. My semi-unemployment has resulted in a feeling of loneliness, isolation, and purposelessness. I am job hunting, but my hope of working on a local farm this summer seems to be fading. I hadn't thought of an alternative, I don't know where else to look.
I'm tired of jobs that suck the life out of me.
I admit I've sunk into a bit of αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-76326049759244767442011-05-24T20:56:00.001-07:002011-05-24T21:50:21.411-07:00tuesday | drifting
a big chunk of today was spent watching annie, as she tried to coax the mouse that lives under the kitchen window out of hiding.
it didn't work.
the exterminator will find it tomorrow though. which is sort of sickening and disturbing to me. it's just a small animal, trying to stay alive in this constantly changing and dangerous world. and i, with a phone call, alerted an "authority" who will αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-16890724096219827062011-05-22T12:56:00.000-07:002011-05-22T12:56:14.385-07:00sunday | guiltyAnnie does not behave well when I leave her home alone. Well, when I leave her home alone with food.
Let me say, she doesn't eat furniture or pee in the house. Mostly, she sleeps.
Because she is bored and lonely and lazy.
:[
But sometimes I forget to take the trash all the way out.
Woe is me if I leave the bag propped against the wall by the door, for when I return home, that neatly bagged αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-80284506653580412232011-05-21T14:55:00.000-07:002011-05-21T14:55:40.750-07:00saturday | future dreaming
I am an anxious person by nature.
There are things that I desire, and somehow, somewhere between my heart and my brain, I get all convinced that particularly because I want something badly, it won't happen.
You could call it a lack of faith.
Or overthinking.
Worrying.
Being anxious.
Whatever it is, I've got it.
I want a baby. I've spend hours and hours (at least 100 or more) readingαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-15719244986977073882011-05-17T09:59:00.000-07:002011-05-17T09:59:22.489-07:00tuesday | with images
sailing, but not the scary kind. light breeze, 2 knotts.
captain dan
on the train to portland.
handsome husband humoring me. [sweet alliteration ^^)
portland raw food and street bench.
cheesin' it up.
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-39223431053478049632011-05-15T10:44:00.000-07:002011-05-15T10:44:16.809-07:00sunday | imagelessI keep meaning to post, but I'm never on the computer that has all of my pictures. Who wants a post without pictures?
But now I'm at work [bookstore / coffee shop again], and it's a rainy, cold Sunday and I have only one customer, happily sipping a drip coffee by the fire. I forgot my book [Bossypants by Tina Fey] and I don't feel like writing in my journal.
Ah, blogging. The other, other αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-75839749016569806372011-05-03T17:30:00.000-07:002011-05-03T17:30:55.798-07:00tuesday | in a jar
this thing crawled out of the hole in the sink this morning while i was washing my face. i didn't want to kill it.
but i really
really
really
wanted it out of my bathroom.
i was late for work so i caught it in a mason jar and put the cotton ball jar lid on it; i set it outside and left. i forgot to let it go.
i came home from work and saw it, waiting. there was a web partially formed in the αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-43943169061312404242011-04-26T22:13:00.001-07:002011-04-26T23:34:46.097-07:00tuesday | $#%@!probiotics.
vitamist spray vitamins (for the person who struggles to swallow a baby asprin).
astragalus extract plus mushroom blend immune renew (not in spray form, unfortunate for the person who struggles to swallow baby asprin).
teas, including but not limited to- breathe easy blend, gypsy cold care blend, echinacea plus, and mint.
oranges.
apples with peanut butter.
almonds.
minestrone (αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-74448530928027652302011-04-14T16:45:00.000-07:002011-04-14T16:45:21.840-07:00thursday | seattleLast week I went with some friends (and all of their children) to the Seattle Aquarium. Group outings with lots of kids make me grateful for my time not being a mom. All I had to worry about was my camera and my own food. Easy peasy!
I think I've been to the Seattle Aquarium like 4 or 5 times now. I really really like it. Most of the exhibits feature local fish and mammals, and there is a super αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-24245587285947752352011-04-11T22:57:00.002-07:002011-04-11T23:16:54.157-07:00monday | nighttimeJust a few minutes ago the TV show I was ignoring froze up. I was in the kitchen heating up my quinoa primavera (more on that in a bit) and I paused for a moment to see what was going on-- it's not very windy here so I couldn't understand why my cable would go out.
A few seconds later an Emergency Broadcast started playing-- a black screen with big white letters:
CHILD ABDUCTION ALERT
The αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-15251328072400432392011-04-07T21:54:00.000-07:002011-04-07T21:54:35.162-07:00thursday | not vegan
As you might gather from the egg in my photo of breakfast, I am not vegan.
In case you were wondering.
I'm not sure where these amazing strawberries are coming from but it's fan-freaking-tastic in my opinion. Thanks, California [I think]. I was getting tired of tubers and frozen greens. Ready for some growing alive things to eat. Ready for summer.
I even bought sandals. For summer. Because αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-50649858091611605732011-03-28T22:15:00.000-07:002011-03-28T22:15:33.067-07:00monday | some wordsSo lately I've been eating chocolate. Like, a lot of chocolate. My friend dropped off a bag of dark chocolate because she doesn't like it... But I do like it. And I've eaten like seven pieces of it.
Blarg.
However, last night, instead of eating chocolate, I drank a cup of tea, and it felt right and good and did not interfere with sleepiness.
I haven't been exercising lately. It's frustratingαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-74337752390299250812011-03-23T20:32:00.001-07:002011-03-23T20:34:00.064-07:00still wednesday | not winterTwo posts in one day, must be the moon.
I was doing some actual work today, in the office. The small window that usually annoys me for how little light it lets in was acting as a portal to all the sunlight spilling into the room. Warm, warm WARM sunlight. I ventured outside, expecting chilly gusts. A light breeze teased the loose hair around my face, sunshine kissed my arms and neck.
YES.
It'sαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-18192018310825991972011-03-23T09:58:00.000-07:002011-03-23T09:58:20.587-07:00wednesday | guest postMy childhood friend, Lauren at Ladaisi, is doing a creative guest post week (or two), and today she featured a post by... me! :]
Check it out, friends.
Happy hump day, by the way. I'm going to celebrate Wednesday by washing my dreads, going for a walk / run (mostly walk), and drinking green tea. Definitely not in that order though. Reverse it, that's the order.
What's your mid-week bliss?
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-33127529344240880842011-03-22T23:42:00.000-07:002011-03-22T23:42:41.055-07:00tuesday | almost wednesdayI don't feel like blogging, okay?
So here's a blog post about how I don't want to blog right now. But I'm awake so I sort of have to write something, just so you know I wasn't sleeping.
Also, I cleaned out my inbox. I had 425 messages and now I only have 17 and suddenly everything feels under control in the electronic world.
Here is a picture for the post that I didn't feel like writing.
Noαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-47715006814912022722011-03-18T16:20:00.000-07:002011-03-18T16:20:50.218-07:00friday | summersong
summer arrives with a length of lights [[decemberists]]
Yesterday was sunny but not warm. I peeked out my window and saw the long shadows of trees stretching across the emerald grass, and I immediately thought of this song by the Decemberists. The days are longer, minute by minute.
Tomorrow- farmer's market and plant nursery. Vegetables to eat and green things to grow in my living room αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-10396190093922447512011-03-17T12:12:00.001-07:002011-03-17T12:36:03.006-07:00thursday | japan
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shells simply cannot hold
All our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(And it won't be a pretty sight)[[the postal service]]
from NPR
To donate, go to red cross or simply text “red cross” to 90999. If you text, $10 will be automatically be charged αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-20710097579953182822011-03-16T17:10:00.000-07:002011-03-16T17:10:07.756-07:00on blogging.Half the time when I post things, I mostly think to myself,
Self, it's time to blog.
Okay...
Go!
And that's it. I don't have a topic. I don't have any important ideas, or mundane ideas. But I've read some pretty simple blog posts lately that are still somehow inspiring, so I tell myself,
C'mon, it's easy! Just start writing something. It will make sense later. A subject will present itselfαуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-78105805264236134562011-03-11T09:41:00.001-08:002011-03-17T12:13:34.171-07:00friday | favorite song.I ordered myself a weighted hula hoop from someone on Amazon. It came in the mail a few days ago, and I've spent about 30 minutes to an hour every day hooping. Trying to learn some cool tricks, we'll see what happens. It's fun. :]
A lot of my hooping is done to Pandora, where I heard the song "Welcome Home" by Radical Face. I absolutely LOVE this song.
photo credit
Radical Face is 24 year αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-9770506771531126432011-03-05T11:25:00.000-08:002011-03-05T11:25:14.431-08:00tree at my windowVague dream-head lifted out of the ground,And thing next most diffuse to cloud,Not all your light tongues talking aloudCould be profound.
[[robert frost]]
So much time, so little to do! Strike that, reverse it. [Marry me, Gene Wilder!]
Last night Matt was supposed to be home. Of course, the way I worded that sentence implies that he, in fact, did not come home. This is a truth. A mere three αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-7179782178497553892011-03-04T13:52:00.001-08:002011-03-17T12:14:08.806-07:00friday | chocolate milk and a diploma.As with most fine things, chocolate has its season....Any month whose name contains the letter a,e, or u is the proper time for chocolate. [[sandra boynton]]
Is there anything better than cold, glass-bottled chocolate milk? In March? When it's rainy and 38 degrees and you're out of cereal? I submit that there is not.
Today I received my diploma in the mail. At least, I think it's my diploma. αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-29404767363674903602011-03-03T21:30:00.000-08:002011-03-03T21:30:28.461-08:00thursday, multimedia.today, i did a photo session with a little bebe.
i saw this commercial a few weeks ago. usually "funny" commercials are just corny, but this one made me laugh out loud. it's finally on youtube.
i heard this song on pandora not long ago. i especially like the lyrics,
old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine. 'the one that you are looking for, you're not gonna αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-81869702665533250442011-02-23T13:11:00.000-08:002011-02-23T13:11:39.072-08:00wednesday, snowing."It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is."
"And freezing."
"Is it?"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately." --a a milne
αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-59597871906939523062011-02-21T17:02:00.000-08:002011-02-21T17:02:35.838-08:00monday, cold.
The giant crack in the glass-top stove is now FIXED. Nearly $400 later, and I can boil water again.
Today is cold and wet, and I decided to Mod Podge my Moleskin date book. Photo above. I love Mod Podge.
Tonight there is a winter storm watch. Predicted 4-6" of snow before Wednesday. I'm not a happy camper. I'm SO DONE with winter. I'd like 12 hours of daylight and the ability to wear dresses αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-35084431416939955102011-02-19T21:34:00.000-08:002011-02-19T21:34:37.279-08:00saturday, home.
"Hugh consoled me, saying, "Don't let it get to you. There are plenty of things you're good at."
When asked for some examples, he listed vacuuming and naming stuffed animals. He says he can probably come up with a few more, but he'll need some time to think." [[david sedaris]] Sleeping in my bed is a man wearing socks and plaid pajama pants. Matt is home, briefly. He didn't get αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11862306.post-48423047526834115292011-02-18T19:54:00.000-08:002011-02-18T19:54:32.330-08:00so tired I am just so bloody tired.
Last night, after my baked potato, I had a few bites of ice cream. Uhhh, locally made "toffee coffee" ice cream. Coffee as in, caffeine. I was alll sorts of pumped up and awake at midnight, telling myself, "Sleeeeep, sleep, please sleep!"
I knew I had to get up early. I had convinced my friend to get up at 5:15 with me to go to yoga. Holy crap.
And I did it. Alarm αуℓαhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032610706061377834noreply@blogger.com1