I just saw this incredible commercial. It made me tear up. It's good.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Funny song
So Russell and I found this super funny song online. I've had it suck in my head all day. But I do want to explain that this song is not about being gay, it's about the gay things you say to your friends to be funny. Like when Ryan says he is bringing Russell to the party as his date so that I wont take his attentions...
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Winner
Hey, so I knew the giveaway would be between the two of you and that's just fine by me :) I am still working on the centerpiece which I am hoping to make out of the Turquoise I picked up at an abandoned mine on the day of my geologic mapping final. Which is a great story btw.
I was in what I fondly called the "remedial mapping" group. We were the few that our professor would keep close while everyone else was wandering. He checked our maps more often, and usually they were wrong. We were also not as fast as everyone else and often lagged behind our former military classmates. We had one day to practice before we were on our own with the blank paper map which was our final. I stayed near the professor all day trying to clean up my act, but really, I knew the final would be particularly hard for me. The day of the final, we were grouped "randomly". I saw right through that. We were actually grouped by ground speed. The former-military were in one group, athletics in the next, slow-but-good-mappers, and then myself with the slow-but-not-so-good-mappers. We took our final, and yes I was slow, but I also received the top grade! And that is something I will always be proud of. My professor and TA were very happy that I blew their expectations out of the water.
Anyways, I picked up a bunch of rocks on the way back from that trip and I am hoping to turn them into something cool. Maybe they will be ready by Christmas :)
I was in what I fondly called the "remedial mapping" group. We were the few that our professor would keep close while everyone else was wandering. He checked our maps more often, and usually they were wrong. We were also not as fast as everyone else and often lagged behind our former military classmates. We had one day to practice before we were on our own with the blank paper map which was our final. I stayed near the professor all day trying to clean up my act, but really, I knew the final would be particularly hard for me. The day of the final, we were grouped "randomly". I saw right through that. We were actually grouped by ground speed. The former-military were in one group, athletics in the next, slow-but-good-mappers, and then myself with the slow-but-not-so-good-mappers. We took our final, and yes I was slow, but I also received the top grade! And that is something I will always be proud of. My professor and TA were very happy that I blew their expectations out of the water.
Anyways, I picked up a bunch of rocks on the way back from that trip and I am hoping to turn them into something cool. Maybe they will be ready by Christmas :)
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Making Jewelery!
So I have decided I need more hobbies. I thought I would start sewing more quilts and such first, but...
A few months ago I found these pearl and rock beads at a garage sale...
They've been just sitting on my desk until...
I was looking through my rock and gem magazine (yup, geology magazines) and saw some beautiful WIRE WRAPed jewelery.
IDEA!
Bought wire today and started just wrapping.
And I love it!
So!
I am doing a giveaway!
One of those stones will be the centerpiece.
Here's a close-up:
And it really hurt my fingers so I will stop typing now (first thing tomorrow I am buying bottle-nose pliers).
Leave a comment on what color rock you think would be best for the center piece.
A few months ago I found these pearl and rock beads at a garage sale...
They've been just sitting on my desk until...
I was looking through my rock and gem magazine (yup, geology magazines) and saw some beautiful WIRE WRAPed jewelery.
IDEA!
Bought wire today and started just wrapping.
And I love it!
So!
I am doing a giveaway!
One of those stones will be the centerpiece.
Here's a close-up:
And it really hurt my fingers so I will stop typing now (first thing tomorrow I am buying bottle-nose pliers).
Leave a comment on what color rock you think would be best for the center piece.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Growing up?
In college, I took a Psychology 101 class. A lot of those lessons stuck with me and I think of them fairly often. One of the classes was about cultural milestones. As in, doing this means you have passed into a new phase of your life. Many Native American tribes celebrate their milestones by receiving a new name. Well, if I were Cherokee, I would have a new name now. I imagine it would be something like "Running Crazy" or "She-who-has-no-life-outside-work".
But that is not the point of this blog. I wanted to share a few thoughts about growing up and what that means. Growing up. Means. Absolutely nothing.
Because we never stop growing up. For my entire life I think I have thought I was grown up. Started going to school, OK now I'm grown up. Started wearing pants and a backpack to school, OK now I'm grown up. Had my first boyfriend, yep this is it. Started driving, officially grown up now. Went to college, I am so grown up I can't stand it. Graduated college, can I stop now? Got my first real job, OK, I'm grown up enough. Got my first promotion at my first job, really... uh... can I stop growing up now?
My point is, when is grown up really grown up? Even while I am struggling with the concept of never reaching the mighty "grown up" status, I am thinking about more of life's milestones.
Marriage, ya that's pretty grown up.
Children, wow for sure that means you are fully-grown.
A career, retirement, old-age, those concepts are just too far to fathom for me, but really? When I'm old, will I have finally grown up?
I sure hope not :)
But that is not the point of this blog. I wanted to share a few thoughts about growing up and what that means. Growing up. Means. Absolutely nothing.
Because we never stop growing up. For my entire life I think I have thought I was grown up. Started going to school, OK now I'm grown up. Started wearing pants and a backpack to school, OK now I'm grown up. Had my first boyfriend, yep this is it. Started driving, officially grown up now. Went to college, I am so grown up I can't stand it. Graduated college, can I stop now? Got my first real job, OK, I'm grown up enough. Got my first promotion at my first job, really... uh... can I stop growing up now?
My point is, when is grown up really grown up? Even while I am struggling with the concept of never reaching the mighty "grown up" status, I am thinking about more of life's milestones.
Marriage, ya that's pretty grown up.
Children, wow for sure that means you are fully-grown.
A career, retirement, old-age, those concepts are just too far to fathom for me, but really? When I'm old, will I have finally grown up?
I sure hope not :)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Hey mom! I see your town
Hey mom, Is this at that gas station the twins always stop at? It sortof looks like it. If it isn't this MUST be around there somewhere :P
Sunday, July 18, 2010
feeling wierd
I'm feeling weird about this. I saw it on post secret today and I almost definitely recognize this photo. I had a whole bunch of them. taped up to my walls in my room. I loved pictures of the sky. This picture looks a lot like one taken by an ex-boyfriend of mine. It makes me feel really weird and nostalgic or something. Because ya, even if this isn't the same photo, or person, it really does immediately remind me of him. And that's not exactly a good thing for me. I'm not sure a person ever gets over their first love, even if they have moved on.
How do you feel about your first love?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I needed that :)
After a long day I came home, took Helo out, then sat at my computer. I then checked The Women's Colony. I then laughed for a good long time as I read THIS
I have feeling that Allie and I would be The Bestest of friends. Man, it was funny. And exactly like something I would write when I'm feeling silly. These days, I just feel tired.I hope you go there and read it. It's good.
PS. I went to her website. I REALLY started cracking up after I read THIS. It's called "How a fish almost destroyed my childhood" It reminds me of a horrible, horrible version of the fish story I once shared. Anyway, I liked it alot...
I have feeling that Allie and I would be The Bestest of friends. Man, it was funny. And exactly like something I would write when I'm feeling silly. These days, I just feel tired.I hope you go there and read it. It's good.
PS. I went to her website. I REALLY started cracking up after I read THIS. It's called "How a fish almost destroyed my childhood" It reminds me of a horrible, horrible version of the fish story I once shared. Anyway, I liked it alot...
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Here’s to Letting Go
I wrote this last year and I think I shared it with you, but I never put it up and claimed it as mine. I really like it, and I think I'm ready to be out with it. So here goes.
I cried for an entire day yesterday. A morning of sobs, an afternoon of deep breathing. It was my aunt’s birthday. She died of cancer 11 years ago.
I was twelve, I think. We were at my aunt’s house; we had been coming over increasingly this summer. My mother knew we didn’t have much time. I was playing Lincoln logs with my sister and three cousins. My mother came in. We knew before she said it. Her face told us without a word, “She’s gone”. My cousins ran and clung to her, their mother’s sister. My sister got up in slow motion. The five of them left the room, crying together. And I smiled. I laughed. I couldn’t stifle my giggling. I was horrified.
I ran to the bathroom, making sure no one saw me. I should be in there, crying with my family. Not watching this caricature smile in the mirror. I felt awful. I repeated to myself, “You are sad. This is a sad situation. This is not a proper reaction. She is gone.” Gradually, I was able to wipe the smile from my face. I checked the mirror, just to make sure the frown was real. It wasn’t a frown, it was blank. Close enough. I crept down the hall into her room.
She was very pale. She looked soft. Everyone was crying and holding each other. My uncle was making phone calls, informing the relatives. And I was blank faced, looking at the scene unfold. I played sad pictures in my head, anything sad I could think of, just to get myself to cry, to appear normal. And I did cry. And I kept on crying today.
This was one of my most secret of secrets. If I told anyone, it would be in a reverent whisper. And that person would shrug and say, weird or huh. I’ve lived for years thinking I am a terrible person who enjoys death. I’ve felt so guilty about it. It is one of the worst things I have ever done. Until yesterday.
I cried and cried when I read my mother’s blog about her sister. I thought of my sister, and I can’t imagine losing her. My cousins, without their mother. And I cried some more. I couldn’t stop, I felt so guilty for laughing when I should have been crying. So I spilled my guts to my mom.
She did not respond as I expected. She didn’t cry, she didn’t yell, she just said in her soothing, mom-voice, “It’s ok. It is normal. It’s a normal reaction. Lots of kids who can’t cope with realities of death have strange, out of place emotions.”
I don’t know if I am relieved. I still have a lingering sense of guilt. Why didn’t I find this out sooner? It has been years of guilt-build-up and now it’s just ok? So what? You laughed at your aunt’s death, big deal? I don’t believe it. But I do feel better. My aunt wouldn’t have wanted me to brood about the past.
So here is to the future. To loved ones who never truly leave us. To letting go. And to spilling our guts.
I cried for an entire day yesterday. A morning of sobs, an afternoon of deep breathing. It was my aunt’s birthday. She died of cancer 11 years ago.
I was twelve, I think. We were at my aunt’s house; we had been coming over increasingly this summer. My mother knew we didn’t have much time. I was playing Lincoln logs with my sister and three cousins. My mother came in. We knew before she said it. Her face told us without a word, “She’s gone”. My cousins ran and clung to her, their mother’s sister. My sister got up in slow motion. The five of them left the room, crying together. And I smiled. I laughed. I couldn’t stifle my giggling. I was horrified.
I ran to the bathroom, making sure no one saw me. I should be in there, crying with my family. Not watching this caricature smile in the mirror. I felt awful. I repeated to myself, “You are sad. This is a sad situation. This is not a proper reaction. She is gone.” Gradually, I was able to wipe the smile from my face. I checked the mirror, just to make sure the frown was real. It wasn’t a frown, it was blank. Close enough. I crept down the hall into her room.
She was very pale. She looked soft. Everyone was crying and holding each other. My uncle was making phone calls, informing the relatives. And I was blank faced, looking at the scene unfold. I played sad pictures in my head, anything sad I could think of, just to get myself to cry, to appear normal. And I did cry. And I kept on crying today.
This was one of my most secret of secrets. If I told anyone, it would be in a reverent whisper. And that person would shrug and say, weird or huh. I’ve lived for years thinking I am a terrible person who enjoys death. I’ve felt so guilty about it. It is one of the worst things I have ever done. Until yesterday.
I cried and cried when I read my mother’s blog about her sister. I thought of my sister, and I can’t imagine losing her. My cousins, without their mother. And I cried some more. I couldn’t stop, I felt so guilty for laughing when I should have been crying. So I spilled my guts to my mom.
She did not respond as I expected. She didn’t cry, she didn’t yell, she just said in her soothing, mom-voice, “It’s ok. It is normal. It’s a normal reaction. Lots of kids who can’t cope with realities of death have strange, out of place emotions.”
I don’t know if I am relieved. I still have a lingering sense of guilt. Why didn’t I find this out sooner? It has been years of guilt-build-up and now it’s just ok? So what? You laughed at your aunt’s death, big deal? I don’t believe it. But I do feel better. My aunt wouldn’t have wanted me to brood about the past.
So here is to the future. To loved ones who never truly leave us. To letting go. And to spilling our guts.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I win
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Well I just won a giveaway over at Sue's News, Views 'n Muse . I won a beautiful set of beloved Jane Austen classics. I am really looking forward to reading them. I would have to say my friends have discussed (quite often) starting a Jane Austen book club and we loved to call random people (waiters, guy-friends, Ken dolls...) Mr Darcy back in our sillier days. Sadly (and I hate to admit this to the interwebs) I have never read a Jane Austen Book.
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Now I will be able to read them at my pace, whenever I want to! Thank you Sue!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
All those things
Remember all those things your mom told you about what it's like to be an adult? Ya. You know. I would like to take the time to discuss some of those things with you. In fact, I made a list that you can hopefully add to, all about those things you heard about being an adult that you really didn't understand until they happened.
8) You actually don't know everything.
Teenage response: Duh! I know that! (But really I don't)
Sensible Adult: I make it a point to learn something new every day.
7) Odds are you wont end up your first boyfriend.
Teenage response: Whatever! Johnny and I are simply MADE for each other and we will be together FOREVER! We already picked names for our children and I know EXACTLY what dress I am wearing to our wedding!
Sensible Adult: While I do know a few people (my sister included) who stay with their high-school boyfriend, the odds are against them.
6) You will not see 90% of your high school friends two years after high school.
Teenage response: That would never happen to MY friends, we are way too close to let that happen. Ever! Even though we are going to all different schools, we are going to keep in touch. We made a pact that we will be friends no matter what!
Sensible Adult: That one is spot on. It's a little easier to keep in touch now with facebook, but people change. And have new lives. And when you don't see them at school every day, you actually have to make an EFFORT to keep being friends.
5) Real friends are hard to find.
Teenage response: I have, like, 12 real friends! And even if I only stay in touch with 11 of them two years out of HS (which would NEVER happen because, you know, our pact) I make friends SO easily! I will be so popular when I am an adult that I will have to schedule lunches every day of the week!
Sensible Adult: The friends you do keep from HS are real friends, especially if you still talk six years after. But new, good friends are Hard to find.
4) You will probably end up doing something other than what you went to school for.
Teenage response: That's ok because I don't even need to GO to college to be famous! College will be my back-up plan because I am going to become a famous Actress/Singer/Writer/Whatever...
Sensible Adult: If you are fortunate, you will make it through college. If you are extremely lucky (or you know someone) you will end up with the job you always wanted. And it will still not be as great as you thought it was going to be.
3) Everyone hates their job.
Teenage response: I am going to love my job, because I will be a famous Playwright/Doctor/Lawyer/Whatever and I will love what I do! No job you hate is worth having!
Sensible Adult: If you want to pay the bills, that job is worth having. If work wasn't hard, it wouldn't be called Work!
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2) Paying the bills is hard, and some months, you just don't make it.
Teenage response: Life as an adult will be great because I will be able to do WHATEVER I WANT! No matter that whatever I want usually costs money. I have plenty of money now and when I become a famous Model/Comedian/Under-Water-Basket-Weaver... I will have even more money!
Sensible Adult: Paying the bills is hard. And some months, you don't make it. And then you call your parents :P
1) You will miss me someday.
Teenager response: Didn't you hear me? When I am an adult I will get to do WHATEVER I WANT! I will have no time to be missing you because I will have so much fun! And I already know EVERYTHING so don't THINK I am going to call you from my first apartment asking if you will tell me how took cook a potato/cake/that-thing-you-always-used-to-make-because-I-miss-home-so-much-I-want-to-cry...
Sensible Adult: I will call you ALL THE TIME. For EVERYTHING. Sometimes I call you just because. And I miss you. All the time.
Well I hope you enjoyed my post and I am now going to challenge Lauren to write an equivalent about things you heard about being a mother that you didn't understand until you were a mother. I'm sure it will be FULL of oversharing :)
I love you and I miss you both.
8) You actually don't know everything.
Teenage response: Duh! I know that! (But really I don't)
Sensible Adult: I make it a point to learn something new every day.
7) Odds are you wont end up your first boyfriend.
Teenage response: Whatever! Johnny and I are simply MADE for each other and we will be together FOREVER! We already picked names for our children and I know EXACTLY what dress I am wearing to our wedding!
Sensible Adult: While I do know a few people (my sister included) who stay with their high-school boyfriend, the odds are against them.
6) You will not see 90% of your high school friends two years after high school.
Teenage response: That would never happen to MY friends, we are way too close to let that happen. Ever! Even though we are going to all different schools, we are going to keep in touch. We made a pact that we will be friends no matter what!
Sensible Adult: That one is spot on. It's a little easier to keep in touch now with facebook, but people change. And have new lives. And when you don't see them at school every day, you actually have to make an EFFORT to keep being friends.
5) Real friends are hard to find.
Teenage response: I have, like, 12 real friends! And even if I only stay in touch with 11 of them two years out of HS (which would NEVER happen because, you know, our pact) I make friends SO easily! I will be so popular when I am an adult that I will have to schedule lunches every day of the week!
Sensible Adult: The friends you do keep from HS are real friends, especially if you still talk six years after. But new, good friends are Hard to find.
4) You will probably end up doing something other than what you went to school for.
Teenage response: That's ok because I don't even need to GO to college to be famous! College will be my back-up plan because I am going to become a famous Actress/Singer/Writer/Whatever...
Sensible Adult: If you are fortunate, you will make it through college. If you are extremely lucky (or you know someone) you will end up with the job you always wanted. And it will still not be as great as you thought it was going to be.
3) Everyone hates their job.
Teenage response: I am going to love my job, because I will be a famous Playwright/Doctor/Lawyer/Whatever and I will love what I do! No job you hate is worth having!
Sensible Adult: If you want to pay the bills, that job is worth having. If work wasn't hard, it wouldn't be called Work!
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2) Paying the bills is hard, and some months, you just don't make it.
Teenage response: Life as an adult will be great because I will be able to do WHATEVER I WANT! No matter that whatever I want usually costs money. I have plenty of money now and when I become a famous Model/Comedian/Under-Water-Basket-Weaver... I will have even more money!
Sensible Adult: Paying the bills is hard. And some months, you don't make it. And then you call your parents :P
1) You will miss me someday.
Teenager response: Didn't you hear me? When I am an adult I will get to do WHATEVER I WANT! I will have no time to be missing you because I will have so much fun! And I already know EVERYTHING so don't THINK I am going to call you from my first apartment asking if you will tell me how took cook a potato/cake/that-thing-you-always-used-to-make-because-I-miss-home-so-much-I-want-to-cry...
Sensible Adult: I will call you ALL THE TIME. For EVERYTHING. Sometimes I call you just because. And I miss you. All the time.
Well I hope you enjoyed my post and I am now going to challenge Lauren to write an equivalent about things you heard about being a mother that you didn't understand until you were a mother. I'm sure it will be FULL of oversharing :)
I love you and I miss you both.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Scone Recipe
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I love scones. So much. And I used to buy one every time we went to starbucks. Then we ran out of money and bought a coffee maker instead. It's a lot cheaper, but I do miss my scones. So I found this GREAT recipe here http://www.kingarthurflour.com/recipes/scone-nibbles-recipe So I got up this morning and made them. Actually I made the ones out of the box. But I DID put chocolate chips in it just like in these. Next time I make scones, I will be making these. They have great step-by step pictures and really scones are delicious. Like fluffy cookies without so much sugar. Here is that link again.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
More Lol's
So I finally have a job! I'll write about it once I know what I am actually doing :)
In the mean time, here are some funnies.
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In the mean time, here are some funnies.
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Monday, January 18, 2010
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