I FOUND IT! I cannot believe I found this!! AHH! I am grinning from ear to ear right now. Mom, you should be too... "Put it in the bag -bump bump" became a common phrase around the house. Oh how happy I am.
Another favorite of mine. How I loved Sesame Street. Not much else TO love as far as television was concerned as I grew up with... 6 channels? 7 maybe? Love love love this skit.
And finally- I could not find the specific Mr.Rogers episode that I had in mind (It was him visiting a crayon factory- finding out just how crayons are made. The ones they happened to be making that day were orange. Weird how vivid some memories are)... but this one includes a message that I needed to hear, and will listen to again once I have posted this. You have to DO things. Thinking, wishing, hoping are all great things, but nothing happens until you DO. Oh Mr.Rogers. You were a bit of an oddball in retrospect, but all in all what a fine job you did teaching kids about life.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
In case you were curious...
Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence?
That would be Spencer- my roommate Mer's boyfriend. Ahhh, Dave Lights. A rare commodity
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Mer. Chances are I will get to explain the content of our conversation in a later question.
What are you excited about?
-Having electricity
-Being notified of an expired CD I had forgotten about
-Trying my hand at putting a finish on the chairs and table (first time painting(ish) something that will be seen up close)
-Going to Pier 1 during a SALE and not purchasing a thing
-Owning plants that do not keel over and die when I walk past
-The smell of rain (which is occurring right at this very second)
-Being cared for and knowing it without verbal confirmation
Who do you text the most?
Probably Lance. Who knows though, I text quite frequently.
How do you make your money?
By tossing children over my shoulder and slamming them down on couches or beds, practicing math and spelling, and reading "Frog and Toad" over and over and over and over….
What color are your eyes?
Kinda grey
What is the last letter of your middle name?
What a weird question. Who really gives a crap? I mean…. that can be said about this quiz in general, but wow. I believe we have sunken to a new low. "N" if you care.
Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
Never used to, but I dated this guy ;-) on and off for umpteen years who INSISTED that I wear it. That and helmets on motorcycles. No crashes, so HAHA Brad, I wouldn't have died anyway… but really, he drilled it into me so much that it is now second nature.
Are you happy right now?
Mmmhmmm, I have ELECTRICITY (Trying hard to bring up my latest phone conversation… it appears that I will not be asked what my last conversation was about?)
What were you doing at midnight last night?
Actually, I was somewhere in a tropical jungle/greenhouse, killing some alligators (for those of you close enough to me that I have shared my childhood reoccurring dreams, this may be a GIANT FUCKING FLAG. of what? I don’t know, but I am killing what ate me alive until I woke up.)
When is your birthday?
1865. Yeah, that’s right.
Do you want to get married & have children one day?
Its pretty low on the priority list
Is there any food that you are craving right now?
YES… and you get to suffer because the question does not ask WHAT food are you craving right now!!!
What are you listening to?
I am listening to my fingers make contact with buttons that correlate with what I am thinking/typing. If my thoughts and my typing fingers were in a race, my fingers would lose- but not by much.
Random thought- do you think hand written diaries are more censored than typed journals/diaries since it takes longer (at least for me) to physically write things out than it does to type them? You have more time to think and stop yourself from writing something down. However, the delete key is just a pinky-length away which can very quickly and efficiently erase entire trains of thought…. I wonder.
Who do you not get along with?
Those meanie-heads who read the above "random thought" and think "Man, Kara is a weird. Glad I don't talk to her anymore…"
Are you waiting for something?
Um, not really. Well… the ELECTRIC BILL which apparently comes before the 5th of every month. Could have fooled me. (whoops! DID fool me! And since we did not ever receive a bill, nor multiple noticies, how on earth could I PAY it. I'm watching you Tacoma Public Utilities… grrrrrr)
Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
Nope. I recently answered this in another quiz. My response? NO. Some assholes fuck it up REAL bad the first time around and they, my friends, do not deserve your respect, much less another chance to be in your life. Fuck them. Fucking fuckers.
Will you talk to someone on the phone tonight?
I am regularly phoned on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" to save people's sorry asses. Tuesday? Yeah… I'll be online with Google awaiting my presence (or perhaps Kehwl or whatever that new one is). On the show I will be posing as "my dorky friend who always wins at Trivial Pursuit," therefore is the person who can answer my question if only I would READ IT along with the corresponding answers without skipping things or repeating them 8 times or rambling on about debating over the answers, "INCAN EMPIRE" vs. "POTTED PLANT" but just cannot make up their minds…. and time has run out. You have a 50/50, the answers left are "EUROPES FINEST" or "THREE TRILLION." Whoops, you loose. Yeah, I'll be on the phone tonight.
Are you wearing make-up?
Yup, almost always do. Get used to it.
Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?
Nope, did not. Watched a creepy film called "Turtles can Fly" by Bahman Ghobadi. It was "the first film shot in Iraq since the fall of Saddam Hussein." and it was all about children. Kids. 13 year olds caring for babies, leading villages, being clairvoyant, and killing people far younger than themselves. PG-13 folks. PG-FRIGGIN-13. I would vote it inappropriate for emotionally unstable, sleep deprived twenty-three year olds. I've been up since.
If there was a large spider in the room, would you stay?
Yes. This was also on the last quiz. And again, unless the spider was baseball size or larger, I would remain in the room. Baseball size or larger? Yeah, I'd probably excuse myself.
Where was your default picture taken?
Facebook: Hell's Kitchen, Tacoma
Myspace: Lances driveway, Wheeler Street, Parkland
Blog thingy: On a log, on the beach, in Northern California
Flickr: Ben, Ben, and myself in our Kitchen on Wheeler Street around the time of Christmas/New Years
How old will you be in 13 months?
25
Have you ever liked some one that treated you badly?
Lets see…. YUP
Is your current hair color your natural hair color ?
It used to be back in the day. How I miss being a natural bleach blonde.
Do people ever mistake you for being a different race?
Another odd question… aren’t a vast majority of folks around here just a mish-mash of randomness? No, I've never been mistaken for an Indian beauty or an ebony queen, but I could be any number of races… and I am.
Where is your most ticklish spot?
-gentle-cant-resist-cringing/giggling: back side of knees/elbows
-bust-a-gut-laugh-out-loud: a solid pinch to the ribs
Which of your friends do you argue with the most?
Tyson. Somehow, even though we share nearly nothing in common aside from mental instability, we remain friends. (BIG HUG to my bad-ass, stubborn, solid, competitive, argumentative, ready-to-kill friend. I love you to pieces…and I hear you are looking mighty fine these days, lets see some pictures man!)
Can you honestly say that looks don't matter?
Um, no. Looks matter quite a lot. Its how you carry yourself, how you feel about yourself inside that projects ten-fold to the outside world. I've never managed to get a number/hook up with/visit with strangers/meet like-minded people, unless I feel pretty darned good about myself. So maybe I just contradicted my first statement. Looks in and of themselves do not matter so much. Confidence=sexy=doesn't really matter what the hell you look like.
Walk or Run?
Drive, thank you very much.
What was your first thought when you looked into the mirror this morning?
No thought. Vacant stare.
Where were you at 10 pm last night?
Here, sitting on the floor by the patio door, trying desperately to get one more bar without wrapping up in blankets and heading outside to access my email account. It worked.
Have you ever stepped on a straightener?
WTF. "Have you ever stepped on a nail/wet paint/a baby/a cactus/a lightbulb/a slug/a rotten board on a deck three stories up and fell through paralyzing your knee caps and nipples"… Nearly everything that comes to my mind is a better question than "Have you ever stepped on a straightener?"
Is there anyone who doesn't like you because of something you didn't do?
Of course.
Have you hugged anyone in the last week?
I sincerely hope that all people around the world have hugged someone in the last week. Hugs are very important.
Do you have any siblings?
Haha, his name is Michael Douglas… HAHA MIKE. HAHA.
Did you cry today?
Maybe a little on the inside
What was something that happened to you in 1997?
Lets see, 13 years of age… 6th/7th grade… I am pretty sure I went to a "party" at Ashley Beal's house and we watched GI Jane and slept with boys and I got in trouble.
Three words to explain why you last threw up?
Ter-i-yaki
Was today a good day?
Yes. In general, days that begin in a good manner continue to be so throughout. I had little sleep last night, but it was a fine fine morning.
Is there someone in your life you don't want in it?
…I was going to say something malicious, but now that I really think about it, I don’t have anything malicious to say! Everyone in my life belongs- even if they are there solely for the purpose of annoying me to the point where I realize how great other people can be.
Point in case: I cut a lady off today. Pretty bad. She was in my blind spot, I looked over my shoulder but I didn't look over my shoulder and I moved on over. I got a horn honk and a dirty look (perfectly acceptable. I would have even been fine with receiving the bird and some tailgating). When the time came for her to be next to me in traffic, I clearly lipped the word "SORRY" with a very sad look on my face, and I even gestured apologetically with my hand. I had acted foolish. I was, indeed, sorry. I hate being the asshole driver. But honestly, sometimes, it happens. Sometimes you do things without thinking them through. Sometimes you make a mistake. Sometimes you go through the motions but do not really think about it and you accidentally put your turn signal on and begin to merge into a lane that is already occupied and you make the person behind you jump a bit, press harder than usual on the brakes, and that’s it. Nobody was near death. Nobody was even within 30 feet of anything else. Immediately upon hearing the horn and realizing my mistake I lipped "I'm Sorry" into the rear view and held up my hand intending to signal "I realize I have done you wrong, I understand your anger. Please forgive me." But no. For what seemed to be hours she was behind me glaring at me. GLARING. As she moved to the lane to our right her eyes followed me, menacingly. She was next to me. I repeated my apology. She saw it-thought about it-and decided to hate me even more for I had irritated her. No room for forgiveness in her heart.
Short story long, I'm glad she was in my life and I'm glad I'm not like her that cold-hearted-stone of a lady.
Do you get mad easily?
No, actually. I'm not like the woman mentioned above.
What happened at 10AM this morning?
I arrived at Jayne & Patrick's home and proceeded to entertain their children.
Have you ever drank Jack Daniels?
Can we say Whiskey Friday?
Is your bedroom window open?
Heck yes, blinds too… you don’t want to see me naked? Shut your eyes fool.
Do you want to cut your hair?
No, but the terrible condition it is in right now is forcing me to do so tomorrow morning at 9am. Thank you Janessa for loving my hair, even when I do not.
Do you like sushi?
No tempura please. Everything else? Bring it.
What did you do today?
I have answered this already. Read above.
Do you get along with girls?
Yes I do. However, I enjoy spending time with males. There tends to be less drama, less gossip, and more living in the moment. I like that. However AGAIN, I do not care for Sports Center/NFL Network 24/7. Happy medium please, happy medium.
Do you have any plans for tomorrow?
I shall take over the world!!…. pinky and the brain brain brain brain, brain brain brain brain…
Have you ever cried while in the shower?
THIS is the last question? Fine. Fine. I chose to fill the survey out to begin with. No, I have never cried in the shower. Sometimes my eyes leak a little, and every once in a while the inside of my head melts a bit and squeeeeezes its way out through my tear ducts, but cried? Naw.
That would be Spencer- my roommate Mer's boyfriend. Ahhh, Dave Lights. A rare commodity
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Mer. Chances are I will get to explain the content of our conversation in a later question.
What are you excited about?
-Having electricity
-Being notified of an expired CD I had forgotten about
-Trying my hand at putting a finish on the chairs and table (first time painting(ish) something that will be seen up close)
-Going to Pier 1 during a SALE and not purchasing a thing
-Owning plants that do not keel over and die when I walk past
-The smell of rain (which is occurring right at this very second)
-Being cared for and knowing it without verbal confirmation
Who do you text the most?
Probably Lance. Who knows though, I text quite frequently.
How do you make your money?
By tossing children over my shoulder and slamming them down on couches or beds, practicing math and spelling, and reading "Frog and Toad" over and over and over and over….
What color are your eyes?
Kinda grey
What is the last letter of your middle name?
What a weird question. Who really gives a crap? I mean…. that can be said about this quiz in general, but wow. I believe we have sunken to a new low. "N" if you care.
Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
Never used to, but I dated this guy ;-) on and off for umpteen years who INSISTED that I wear it. That and helmets on motorcycles. No crashes, so HAHA Brad, I wouldn't have died anyway… but really, he drilled it into me so much that it is now second nature.
Are you happy right now?
Mmmhmmm, I have ELECTRICITY (Trying hard to bring up my latest phone conversation… it appears that I will not be asked what my last conversation was about?)
What were you doing at midnight last night?
Actually, I was somewhere in a tropical jungle/greenhouse, killing some alligators (for those of you close enough to me that I have shared my childhood reoccurring dreams, this may be a GIANT FUCKING FLAG. of what? I don’t know, but I am killing what ate me alive until I woke up.)
When is your birthday?
1865. Yeah, that’s right.
Do you want to get married & have children one day?
Its pretty low on the priority list
Is there any food that you are craving right now?
YES… and you get to suffer because the question does not ask WHAT food are you craving right now!!!
What are you listening to?
I am listening to my fingers make contact with buttons that correlate with what I am thinking/typing. If my thoughts and my typing fingers were in a race, my fingers would lose- but not by much.
Random thought- do you think hand written diaries are more censored than typed journals/diaries since it takes longer (at least for me) to physically write things out than it does to type them? You have more time to think and stop yourself from writing something down. However, the delete key is just a pinky-length away which can very quickly and efficiently erase entire trains of thought…. I wonder.
Who do you not get along with?
Those meanie-heads who read the above "random thought" and think "Man, Kara is a weird. Glad I don't talk to her anymore…"
Are you waiting for something?
Um, not really. Well… the ELECTRIC BILL which apparently comes before the 5th of every month. Could have fooled me. (whoops! DID fool me! And since we did not ever receive a bill, nor multiple noticies, how on earth could I PAY it. I'm watching you Tacoma Public Utilities… grrrrrr)
Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
Nope. I recently answered this in another quiz. My response? NO. Some assholes fuck it up REAL bad the first time around and they, my friends, do not deserve your respect, much less another chance to be in your life. Fuck them. Fucking fuckers.
Will you talk to someone on the phone tonight?
I am regularly phoned on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" to save people's sorry asses. Tuesday? Yeah… I'll be online with Google awaiting my presence (or perhaps Kehwl or whatever that new one is). On the show I will be posing as "my dorky friend who always wins at Trivial Pursuit," therefore is the person who can answer my question if only I would READ IT along with the corresponding answers without skipping things or repeating them 8 times or rambling on about debating over the answers, "INCAN EMPIRE" vs. "POTTED PLANT" but just cannot make up their minds…. and time has run out. You have a 50/50, the answers left are "EUROPES FINEST" or "THREE TRILLION." Whoops, you loose. Yeah, I'll be on the phone tonight.
Are you wearing make-up?
Yup, almost always do. Get used to it.
Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?
Nope, did not. Watched a creepy film called "Turtles can Fly" by Bahman Ghobadi. It was "the first film shot in Iraq since the fall of Saddam Hussein." and it was all about children. Kids. 13 year olds caring for babies, leading villages, being clairvoyant, and killing people far younger than themselves. PG-13 folks. PG-FRIGGIN-13. I would vote it inappropriate for emotionally unstable, sleep deprived twenty-three year olds. I've been up since.
If there was a large spider in the room, would you stay?
Yes. This was also on the last quiz. And again, unless the spider was baseball size or larger, I would remain in the room. Baseball size or larger? Yeah, I'd probably excuse myself.
Where was your default picture taken?
Facebook: Hell's Kitchen, Tacoma
Myspace: Lances driveway, Wheeler Street, Parkland
Blog thingy: On a log, on the beach, in Northern California
Flickr: Ben, Ben, and myself in our Kitchen on Wheeler Street around the time of Christmas/New Years
How old will you be in 13 months?
25
Have you ever liked some one that treated you badly?
Lets see…. YUP
Is your current hair color your natural hair color ?
It used to be back in the day. How I miss being a natural bleach blonde.
Do people ever mistake you for being a different race?
Another odd question… aren’t a vast majority of folks around here just a mish-mash of randomness? No, I've never been mistaken for an Indian beauty or an ebony queen, but I could be any number of races… and I am.
Where is your most ticklish spot?
-gentle-cant-resist-cringing/giggling: back side of knees/elbows
-bust-a-gut-laugh-out-loud: a solid pinch to the ribs
Which of your friends do you argue with the most?
Tyson. Somehow, even though we share nearly nothing in common aside from mental instability, we remain friends. (BIG HUG to my bad-ass, stubborn, solid, competitive, argumentative, ready-to-kill friend. I love you to pieces…and I hear you are looking mighty fine these days, lets see some pictures man!)
Can you honestly say that looks don't matter?
Um, no. Looks matter quite a lot. Its how you carry yourself, how you feel about yourself inside that projects ten-fold to the outside world. I've never managed to get a number/hook up with/visit with strangers/meet like-minded people, unless I feel pretty darned good about myself. So maybe I just contradicted my first statement. Looks in and of themselves do not matter so much. Confidence=sexy=doesn't really matter what the hell you look like.
Walk or Run?
Drive, thank you very much.
What was your first thought when you looked into the mirror this morning?
No thought. Vacant stare.
Where were you at 10 pm last night?
Here, sitting on the floor by the patio door, trying desperately to get one more bar without wrapping up in blankets and heading outside to access my email account. It worked.
Have you ever stepped on a straightener?
WTF. "Have you ever stepped on a nail/wet paint/a baby/a cactus/a lightbulb/a slug/a rotten board on a deck three stories up and fell through paralyzing your knee caps and nipples"… Nearly everything that comes to my mind is a better question than "Have you ever stepped on a straightener?"
Is there anyone who doesn't like you because of something you didn't do?
Of course.
Have you hugged anyone in the last week?
I sincerely hope that all people around the world have hugged someone in the last week. Hugs are very important.
Do you have any siblings?
Haha, his name is Michael Douglas… HAHA MIKE. HAHA.
Did you cry today?
Maybe a little on the inside
What was something that happened to you in 1997?
Lets see, 13 years of age… 6th/7th grade… I am pretty sure I went to a "party" at Ashley Beal's house and we watched GI Jane and slept with boys and I got in trouble.
Three words to explain why you last threw up?
Ter-i-yaki
Was today a good day?
Yes. In general, days that begin in a good manner continue to be so throughout. I had little sleep last night, but it was a fine fine morning.
Is there someone in your life you don't want in it?
…I was going to say something malicious, but now that I really think about it, I don’t have anything malicious to say! Everyone in my life belongs- even if they are there solely for the purpose of annoying me to the point where I realize how great other people can be.
Point in case: I cut a lady off today. Pretty bad. She was in my blind spot, I looked over my shoulder but I didn't look over my shoulder and I moved on over. I got a horn honk and a dirty look (perfectly acceptable. I would have even been fine with receiving the bird and some tailgating). When the time came for her to be next to me in traffic, I clearly lipped the word "SORRY" with a very sad look on my face, and I even gestured apologetically with my hand. I had acted foolish. I was, indeed, sorry. I hate being the asshole driver. But honestly, sometimes, it happens. Sometimes you do things without thinking them through. Sometimes you make a mistake. Sometimes you go through the motions but do not really think about it and you accidentally put your turn signal on and begin to merge into a lane that is already occupied and you make the person behind you jump a bit, press harder than usual on the brakes, and that’s it. Nobody was near death. Nobody was even within 30 feet of anything else. Immediately upon hearing the horn and realizing my mistake I lipped "I'm Sorry" into the rear view and held up my hand intending to signal "I realize I have done you wrong, I understand your anger. Please forgive me." But no. For what seemed to be hours she was behind me glaring at me. GLARING. As she moved to the lane to our right her eyes followed me, menacingly. She was next to me. I repeated my apology. She saw it-thought about it-and decided to hate me even more for I had irritated her. No room for forgiveness in her heart.
Short story long, I'm glad she was in my life and I'm glad I'm not like her that cold-hearted-stone of a lady.
Do you get mad easily?
No, actually. I'm not like the woman mentioned above.
What happened at 10AM this morning?
I arrived at Jayne & Patrick's home and proceeded to entertain their children.
Have you ever drank Jack Daniels?
Can we say Whiskey Friday?
Is your bedroom window open?
Heck yes, blinds too… you don’t want to see me naked? Shut your eyes fool.
Do you want to cut your hair?
No, but the terrible condition it is in right now is forcing me to do so tomorrow morning at 9am. Thank you Janessa for loving my hair, even when I do not.
Do you like sushi?
No tempura please. Everything else? Bring it.
What did you do today?
I have answered this already. Read above.
Do you get along with girls?
Yes I do. However, I enjoy spending time with males. There tends to be less drama, less gossip, and more living in the moment. I like that. However AGAIN, I do not care for Sports Center/NFL Network 24/7. Happy medium please, happy medium.
Do you have any plans for tomorrow?
I shall take over the world!!…. pinky and the brain brain brain brain, brain brain brain brain…
Have you ever cried while in the shower?
THIS is the last question? Fine. Fine. I chose to fill the survey out to begin with. No, I have never cried in the shower. Sometimes my eyes leak a little, and every once in a while the inside of my head melts a bit and squeeeeezes its way out through my tear ducts, but cried? Naw.
bright and early
Goodmorning world!
For reasons unknown, I could not sleep last night. So since right around 2am I've been up and at it. I watched a movie, hoping to fall asleep on the couch. No luck. And the film I watched turned out to be quite disturbing. I read for a bit, took a super long shower, and now I am at Panera Bread enjoying a breakfast sandwich and some delicious coffee.
I really enjoy mornings. I always feel much better when I wake up early enough to sit down, read the newspaper, drink some coffee, and eat some breakfast. It is much more satisfying than glancing at the CNN widget and chugging coffee in the car on the way to wherever it is I may be going. Far better than sleeping in until noon then feeling lethargic all day long. I like how the quiet in the morning is an energizing quiet, not a sleepy quiet. Mornings just feel good.
Back to my coffee and sandwich!
For reasons unknown, I could not sleep last night. So since right around 2am I've been up and at it. I watched a movie, hoping to fall asleep on the couch. No luck. And the film I watched turned out to be quite disturbing. I read for a bit, took a super long shower, and now I am at Panera Bread enjoying a breakfast sandwich and some delicious coffee.
I really enjoy mornings. I always feel much better when I wake up early enough to sit down, read the newspaper, drink some coffee, and eat some breakfast. It is much more satisfying than glancing at the CNN widget and chugging coffee in the car on the way to wherever it is I may be going. Far better than sleeping in until noon then feeling lethargic all day long. I like how the quiet in the morning is an energizing quiet, not a sleepy quiet. Mornings just feel good.
Back to my coffee and sandwich!
Monday, July 28, 2008
waiting for paint to dry
Err, so, my apologies for being totally lame at blogging.
I would like to blame it on the fact that we do not really have internet- we simply steal it from our kind neighbors to the west. Sometimes it works inside, sometimes not. The only sure way is to sit outside on our patio (3/5 bars as opposed to 1/5 for "signal strength"). But alas, I rarely type much of anything I intend to keep while online. Write/save it in Word, then copy+paste wherever need be. So really, no excuse.
This evening I am busy waiting for paint to dry. "Protective Finish," to be exact. My dining room table and chairs have been getting a bit dirty, and when I went to Target for a remedy I found that nearly all wood cleaning products say not to use on unfinished wood. Well, I have unfinished wood. So I am finishing it. This is proving to be a slow project in that we do not get the newspaper, and I recently took out ALL of our recycling/garbage, and my neighbors did not answer their door- so I have four paper bags from Marlene's cut textbook-covering-style to cover the floor with. Two chairs at a time + 2 hours between each coat + 3 coats required x 4 chairs and a table = lots of down time. Now that I have sufficiently bored you to tears, I suppose I should move on…
I recently watched a couple cool documentaries. How to Draw a Bunny (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0303348/) and Sketches of Frank Gehry (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0446784/). Unrelated, but equally enlightening in my mind. I knew zilch about Ray Johnson or Frank Gehry, and I am now quite intrigued with the both of them. Ray Johnson being an artist- his death (suicide) being his most brilliant work, and Frank Gehry being an architect- creating the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbau, Spain, the Walt Disney Concert Hall in LA, and (to all those Seattle folks) the Experience the Music Project building. Pretty rad. If you are in the mood for a documentary, I suggest these.
Alright- time is up and the sanding block is calling my name.
I will try to update more often. In the meantime, check out my flickr account (link is to your right) which I have, in fact, updated as of yesterday. Take care, more soon.
I would like to blame it on the fact that we do not really have internet- we simply steal it from our kind neighbors to the west. Sometimes it works inside, sometimes not. The only sure way is to sit outside on our patio (3/5 bars as opposed to 1/5 for "signal strength"). But alas, I rarely type much of anything I intend to keep while online. Write/save it in Word, then copy+paste wherever need be. So really, no excuse.
This evening I am busy waiting for paint to dry. "Protective Finish," to be exact. My dining room table and chairs have been getting a bit dirty, and when I went to Target for a remedy I found that nearly all wood cleaning products say not to use on unfinished wood. Well, I have unfinished wood. So I am finishing it. This is proving to be a slow project in that we do not get the newspaper, and I recently took out ALL of our recycling/garbage, and my neighbors did not answer their door- so I have four paper bags from Marlene's cut textbook-covering-style to cover the floor with. Two chairs at a time + 2 hours between each coat + 3 coats required x 4 chairs and a table = lots of down time. Now that I have sufficiently bored you to tears, I suppose I should move on…
I recently watched a couple cool documentaries. How to Draw a Bunny (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0303348/) and Sketches of Frank Gehry (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0446784/). Unrelated, but equally enlightening in my mind. I knew zilch about Ray Johnson or Frank Gehry, and I am now quite intrigued with the both of them. Ray Johnson being an artist- his death (suicide) being his most brilliant work, and Frank Gehry being an architect- creating the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbau, Spain, the Walt Disney Concert Hall in LA, and (to all those Seattle folks) the Experience the Music Project building. Pretty rad. If you are in the mood for a documentary, I suggest these.
Alright- time is up and the sanding block is calling my name.
I will try to update more often. In the meantime, check out my flickr account (link is to your right) which I have, in fact, updated as of yesterday. Take care, more soon.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Back from Winnipeg ehh?
Well well well!
This is going to be short, because I am tired. Real. Tired. Tired and happy and dirty from being in a car basically since noon yesterday. I'll share details tomorrow.
Wanted you all to know that my phone died and I left the charger in Sioux Falls (I think....I can't call to ask). So here's the scoop: drive went well, got to eat at Taco Johns, James and Crazy did most of the driving, I read a book, and made it back around 8- sun still shining, beautiful view of the mountains. Aahhhh.
It was so wonderful to see everyone. I am truly blessed to have so many amazing friends and such a kick ass family. Thank you thank you thank you for being so great.
More soon!
This is going to be short, because I am tired. Real. Tired. Tired and happy and dirty from being in a car basically since noon yesterday. I'll share details tomorrow.
Wanted you all to know that my phone died and I left the charger in Sioux Falls (I think....I can't call to ask). So here's the scoop: drive went well, got to eat at Taco Johns, James and Crazy did most of the driving, I read a book, and made it back around 8- sun still shining, beautiful view of the mountains. Aahhhh.
It was so wonderful to see everyone. I am truly blessed to have so many amazing friends and such a kick ass family. Thank you thank you thank you for being so great.
More soon!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Hey stalkers.... here I am!
Here are the plans for the next few weeks.
-(July 1-6):Hanging out at the apartment, reading, watching movies, and showering showering showering in hot hot water, wearing heels and makeup, and surfing the internet madly because next week I will be...
-(July 7-8): Driving straight through to Sioux Falls on Monday, get there Tuesday.
-(July 8-9): Get together with all my Sioux Falls people Tuesday evening/Wed. morning. Take my last hot shower, check my email one more time, then...
-(July 9-14): WINNIPEG (Wed night-Monday morning)
-(July 14): Drive back to Sioux Falls. Shower. Hot. Shower. Soak in Aloe. Drop off the brother. Drive back to Tacoma.
-(July 15): Arrive back in Tacoma. Shower. Sleep. Shower. Shower. Sleep.
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-(July 1-6):Hanging out at the apartment, reading, watching movies, and showering showering showering in hot hot water, wearing heels and makeup, and surfing the internet madly because next week I will be...
-(July 7-8): Driving straight through to Sioux Falls on Monday, get there Tuesday.
-(July 8-9): Get together with all my Sioux Falls people Tuesday evening/Wed. morning. Take my last hot shower, check my email one more time, then...
-(July 9-14): WINNIPEG (Wed night-Monday morning)
-(July 14): Drive back to Sioux Falls. Shower. Hot. Shower. Soak in Aloe. Drop off the brother. Drive back to Tacoma.
-(July 15): Arrive back in Tacoma. Shower. Sleep. Shower. Shower. Sleep.
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