My friend Jen and I have started a blog together. On it we are posting a random photo from our day.
I, unfortunately, am having technical difficulties with the flash on my camera. But, it's a fun little project that I hope we keep up.
I love taking pictures and this will add a bit of a challenge to look at things differently, in a more creative sense.
Take a picture, it lasts longer!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Good dog
This is my dad's dog Zelda. She's a German Shorthair. She's sweet and loyal and just an all around good dog. She's about ten years old now and starting to really grey in her muzzle and eyebrows. What used to be solid black is now speckled with white. I love to kiss the top of her head and the temple area. She loves kisses too.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Blah to YAY in 60 seconds
I've just been asked to be godmother to my niece! I'm so excited and honored to be asked. It is really unexpected.
The service will be held on my birthday. An event like this demands a new outfit!
I was in such a terrible mood yesterday. Feeling down about money and my job and all the "what ifs". But, I got my haircut by my good friend Jen Jen Jennifer. We had some laughs and she let me vent. It's good to be around friends when you're in a funk. Then I got the voice mail from my stepsister asking me to be godmother.
Today is so much better. Being in a funk really doesn't get me anywhere.
The service will be held on my birthday. An event like this demands a new outfit!
I was in such a terrible mood yesterday. Feeling down about money and my job and all the "what ifs". But, I got my haircut by my good friend Jen Jen Jennifer. We had some laughs and she let me vent. It's good to be around friends when you're in a funk. Then I got the voice mail from my stepsister asking me to be godmother.
Today is so much better. Being in a funk really doesn't get me anywhere.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I have meese
I got a new neighbor upstairs from me in September or so. Younger guy, late 20's (Crap, I'm calling people in their late 20's "younger", next I'll be adding "whipper snapper" to that), has two kids that visit ages 8 and 10 maybe.
I have spent numerous hours at my neighbor's and have heard nothing more than a few squeaks from the unit above them. I have talked to neighbors asking if they can hear the people upstairs. "oh, a few squeaks once in a while".
I have only one conclusion to come to: The guy upstairs from me is part moose. He is in constant motion. I swear he's pacing at high speed. Every time he uses the bathroom he lets the toilet seat slam. It sounds like he's in MY bathroom. Both fortunately and unfortunately I try not to complain. However, I know this is beyond the "norm" when it comes to community living.
Here's a typical evening: He comes in the door stomping off... what? He's been in his car, gets out in the underground garage, walks through the building onto an elevator to the third floor. What could he be stomping off? Then it's heavy walking to the bedroom, to the bathroom (BANG) to the kitchen (SLAM) to the living room and around and around boom-boom-boom and thump and stomp and thud and pound and slam... This will go on for hours. An occasional thump will cause a picture on my wall to shutter. What the frick is going on up there? What is he so busy doing? Can I tell him to just sit down, take a break? Then his kids come over and there are THREE moosies up there, each one taking turns making the rounds.
This past Sunday there was some little kid (I'd imagine it's a baby moose) tearing around making more noise than all of them combined. How can little feet be so heavy? My next door neighbor called me and asked me what was going on, did I hear all that noise? Uh, yeah, I'm watching my ceiling about to cave in. If I had a chandelier the thing would be shaking and swinging.
I was mad and I knew I had to talk to him, let him know there are no moose, mooses or meese allowed. But because I was so mad and frustrated I was afraid I'd say some mean horrible things and then stomp on his feet so he'd be laid up for the next month mending the broken bones. hmmmm....
It took two days and countless drafts of writing a little note to leave if he didn't answer his door. Monday night at about 9 pm I took a deep breath and walked upstairs, note in hand with a little piece of tape for if I needed to leave it. I almost pooped myself as I raised my hand to gently knock. Ohmygod, ohmygod it's too late now. What am I going to do if he answers? I should have brought a paper bag in case I start to hyperventilate. He didn't answer and I got to get away with just leaving the note.
In the note I explained in just a few sentences that his heavy walking, thumping and stomping was disruptive and very loud. I asked him to please be more aware and quiet since the floors/ceilings aren't sound proof. Short and sweet - I hope.
I woke up that night at about 12:30 - 1 from little squeaks in the floor above me but no thumps. Fingers crossed that it becomes the new norm!
I have spent numerous hours at my neighbor's and have heard nothing more than a few squeaks from the unit above them. I have talked to neighbors asking if they can hear the people upstairs. "oh, a few squeaks once in a while".
I have only one conclusion to come to: The guy upstairs from me is part moose. He is in constant motion. I swear he's pacing at high speed. Every time he uses the bathroom he lets the toilet seat slam. It sounds like he's in MY bathroom. Both fortunately and unfortunately I try not to complain. However, I know this is beyond the "norm" when it comes to community living.
Here's a typical evening: He comes in the door stomping off... what? He's been in his car, gets out in the underground garage, walks through the building onto an elevator to the third floor. What could he be stomping off? Then it's heavy walking to the bedroom, to the bathroom (BANG) to the kitchen (SLAM) to the living room and around and around boom-boom-boom and thump and stomp and thud and pound and slam... This will go on for hours. An occasional thump will cause a picture on my wall to shutter. What the frick is going on up there? What is he so busy doing? Can I tell him to just sit down, take a break? Then his kids come over and there are THREE moosies up there, each one taking turns making the rounds.
This past Sunday there was some little kid (I'd imagine it's a baby moose) tearing around making more noise than all of them combined. How can little feet be so heavy? My next door neighbor called me and asked me what was going on, did I hear all that noise? Uh, yeah, I'm watching my ceiling about to cave in. If I had a chandelier the thing would be shaking and swinging.
I was mad and I knew I had to talk to him, let him know there are no moose, mooses or meese allowed. But because I was so mad and frustrated I was afraid I'd say some mean horrible things and then stomp on his feet so he'd be laid up for the next month mending the broken bones. hmmmm....
It took two days and countless drafts of writing a little note to leave if he didn't answer his door. Monday night at about 9 pm I took a deep breath and walked upstairs, note in hand with a little piece of tape for if I needed to leave it. I almost pooped myself as I raised my hand to gently knock. Ohmygod, ohmygod it's too late now. What am I going to do if he answers? I should have brought a paper bag in case I start to hyperventilate. He didn't answer and I got to get away with just leaving the note.
In the note I explained in just a few sentences that his heavy walking, thumping and stomping was disruptive and very loud. I asked him to please be more aware and quiet since the floors/ceilings aren't sound proof. Short and sweet - I hope.
I woke up that night at about 12:30 - 1 from little squeaks in the floor above me but no thumps. Fingers crossed that it becomes the new norm!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Five minutes of random thoughts at 10 pm last night
- I'm still full from lunch.
- This Senate race is an embarrassment.
- My stomach is fat and gross.
- Is it okay to wear earplugs every night?
- What if I were homeless?
- I wonder what's going to happen.
- There's only bad news on the news.
- Mmmm - chocolate cake.
- He broke me and I hate him for it.
- If I had to lose a sense, which could I part with?
- I wish I grew up with cousins my age.
- Will I ever be in a real relationship?
- Could I eat human flesh if my plane crashed in the Andes?
- The news anchor on the evening news has distractingly white teeth.
- I could use a belly hurting laugh right now.
- Oh Grandpa...
- I'm tires of taking care of everything myself.
- Will we ever know what happened to Jacob Wetterling?
- Spa, spa, spa!
Goals
I don't make resolutions but I like to think of the new year as a clean slate. I like to think of this time ahead of me to make things different than the year before.
1. I will not torture myself with peeking into the lives of the past. I must look forward.
2. I will bury the negative feelings and carry on. I can no longer play the blame game.
3. I will not worry about that which I have no control over.
4. I will stop depriving myself of nice things. I deserve quality.
5. I will set more realistic goals for my weight loss.
6. I will travel. Even in this economy I will do what I love.
7. I will nurture my mind, body and spirit. All are suffering.
8. I will stop feeling as though I should be somewhere else in life. I can be me where I am right now.
9. I will take classes and activities that I've put off. Photography, yoga...
10. I will bite my tongue. I've had two people close to me tell me I'm mean and that has hit me hard.
11. I will go on an adventure. Something exhilerating, something fun.
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