Actual interracial conversation I overheard...

WHITE GUY: So this club has a room with country music and a ghetto hip hop room. So there's something there for both of us.

BLACK GUY: (Enthusiastically) Dog. That's hype.


you know what sucks?

Cycling class after you haven't been for a while.

I can't believe I actually get addicted to this kind of excruciating activity. I actually broke out some perscriptions and ice and heat.

This is a reminder to me why I can never. slack. off.

I've been posting a lot of pictures. I thought of taking one of my fat so we could all remember together what it looked like. But, I decided to spare you, dear reader. You're probably trying hard not to visualize right now. Well, I'm inspired by the big losers I know... Rach and Lindsey. Thanks for inspiring me guys.



stuff I dig:

Trader Joes. Red or Yellow Thai Curry sauce. Fat Free Spicy Black Bean Dip. Valpolicella Wine. Not necessarily all at the same meal.

Getting checks in the mail. (especially surprises.) And the wonderful people who send me money. (Feel free anytime.)

Scrapbooking magazines. Okay, scrapbooking anything.

Salesmen who can be talked down. (I'm a good talker-downer.) And having a gym membership. (yay. I'm back in the ranks of the less-lazy.)

Having great insurance for everything. (And not needing it.)

My husband. Who challenges me to be better each day. And lets me fail.



I have been fascinated by people who make little plushies lately. Here's a good example: the monster with a bloody apron holding a meat clever is my favorite. [edit: I am also torn to favor the straight jacket guy with the bar code on the back of his head... okay, they all rock.]
I have some "before" pics of the rocking chair I'm working on.

And I did the SB page for Athena and Evan's wedding. (Go leave a freakin' comment to say you care right now! and then hurry back to see the layouts.) I gave it a "matching tattoo" feel and tried to synchronize with the overall experience they were going for. Try as I might, I could not find blue handkerchief and silver billet paper... which is what I wanted to use. I wanted to showcase the photoshopped center picture - that blended a pretty landscape photo from the location with a B&W posed couple shot... and the hand cut "tattoo" curlies.



I have these romantic notions of things that are "me" that I have never actually done, like sewing my own clothes and eating organic. So, every once in a while, I try one on.

Yesterday, I started the latest such thing: furniture. I am reviving an old rocking chair. I have this vision of what this poor thing will look like when I'm done - and it is really pretty. But right now, it is just a rotten stack of kindling in my living room. And I don't have any tools, so I don't know what I was thinking, because now I need to have a piece of wood cut. Am I really going to go buy a power tool for one project that I may never revisit again? I don't know. But I really love this chair for what it could be, and I feel like I've come so far...

The adventure started with killing it's residence. It was the home of a BIG black widow and her egg nest. (Had I known this... I might not have put it in my trunk and left it there for a week. I'm pretty afraid of poisonous creatures.) I cleaned, disassembled, stripped, and sanded the chair almost all day yesterday. Today, I window shopped for the fabric I want to upholster the seat with, and purchased the seat stuff. Much more work to do. But I like it (so far) as much as scrapbooking. The only thing is, I don't need power tools or a garage for scrapbooking. And paper is generally under a dollar a sheet. I could have bought a rocking chair already, and the little thing is only about half way done. I guess you pay for the hours and hours of fun.



I just had one of those vivid dreams where you can't distinguish reality even for a while after you wake up because it seems so real.

This one started with a gang member shooting me in the top of the head for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. For the rest of the dream, I was slowly dying.

My first thought was, "but I just finished college and he shot me in the brain." Irony. And it sort of felt funny, but it didn't hurt. And I thought, "so this is what dying feels like."

And then I felt a growing sadness as I flashed on, not my historical life, but all the treasures I have in life now... and all the wonderful moments I will miss.

I really love every moment in my experience. My dream made me feel nostalgic for what currently is. It was kind of a weird one, but deeply thought provoking.


and i smell like one too.

I am 11111 years old (in binary).
There is so much I would like to say about perhaps my most eventful birthday ever.
I will say, "Neener-Neener-Neener" and fill in the blanks for the confused at a later date.
Some highlights that are safe to mention: Aubri Kate and Marissa sang to me the birthday version that I look like a monkey... which was funny, because I had to climb out of a tree to take the birthday call, literally.

It was a really neat experience. For the totally oblivious, I drove out to Arizona to spend the day with Evan and the evening with Jennifer.


you can crochet anything

such as this tampon cozy:

(Thank you "crafts gone bad" on Craftster)

This is why I like scrapbooking.
I get embarassed admiting that it is my fave.
However, it will never be a tampon cozy. ever.
And unlike the very trash-able space taking crochet projects I've made in the past, I will never be able to throw away my scrapbooks. No matter how ugly I realize they are later.

(I realize the corrupt logic is that I just gave myself an excellent reason to put down the scissors and paper and make nice cozies to give all my sisters for christmas.)


weekend fun

We had an instant replay of last weekend. Beach. Scrapping. My latest creation: You know, the thing that is great about scrapbooks is that they only remember that you did something that was probably fun. They don't really remember the actual thing.

Also, looking at this picure of Evan and me... I realized, I really love my awesome brother, Evan. I wish every day had a moment like that one it in. Evan - I really love you, bro.