Thanks everybody

Eck, so, I wanted to take some new pictures- but light is scarce in the apartment. And the light I ended up using... the flash... is friggin scary and intense. You'll get the idea though. Lance gave me a beautiful vase (very similar to the one on the current first page of DesignSponge. I feel so "in" haha)



and Jayne gave me these stunning bone china tea light holders (a while ago). Very pretty.


And my parents gave me a new computer... hooray!!! And I bought myself some flowers from Trader Joe's. Go me.



Hope this finds everyone well.

An Image

"It is rumored that maraschino cherries are prepared with a chemical resembling formaldehyde, thus can neither be assimilated nor eliminated but must ride in the baggage rack of the bowels for a lifetime, like the seabags of the Flying Dutchman. If that is the case, and one is prepared to believe the worst of maraschino cherries, looking, as they do, as if they were picked in the orchards of Pluto; as if they were carved out of spoiled neon; as if they were vegetable visitors from the twenty-third century, beamed here to make us appreciate our old-fashioned beets; if it is true, then we could say that Alobar and Kudra were maraschino cherries lodged in the tubes of history's paunch."

-Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins

Bread

I made bread tonight! All by myself (we will just set aside those three calls to my mom)! Real bread. With yeast. And kneading!

It smells so good.

And tastes really good!



But now what? I had some, now I have a ton left, and it will never be as good as it is right now. What do you even DO with bread? I'm not a big bread person. I'd rather have all the stuff that goes ON bread.... like cheese and meat and veggies.

Anyway, I am proud of myself.

PS

If you need a button sewn on, I'm your woman. Thats right. I sew buttons. And you thought you knew me.

Hooorayyy!!!!

The saga is over! My camera battery charger has arrived! I can once again take pictures with my own camera. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.

More soon.

Happy Holidays

"What? Its already January 3, 2009? Whoops." says the ghost of Kara Past.


Well, I still wish everyone a very Merry Christmas


And a Happy New Year


Heres to a new year, full of old photos... and hopefully some new ones soon.

Sound like me?

Just took a little personality test thing. I'm a total sucker for this kind of thing. If you are too, here ya go. http://www. 9types. com/newtest/homepage. actual. html


The Peacemaker (the Nine)

Peacemakers are receptive, good-natured, and supportive. They seek union with others and the world around them.

How to Get Along with Me

* If you want me to do something, how you ask is important. I especially don't like expectations or pressure.
* I like to listen and to be of service, but don't take advatage of this.
* Listen until I finish speaking, even though I meander a bit.
* Give me time to finish things and make decisions. It's OK to nudge me gently and nonjudgmentally.
* Ask me questions to help me get clear.
* Tell me when you like how I look. I'm not averse to flattery.
* Hug me, show physical affection. It opens me up to my feelings.
* I like a good discussion but not a confrontation.
* Let me know you like what I've done or said.
* Laugh with me and share in my enjoyment of life.

What I Like About Being a Nine

* being nonjudgmental and accepting
* caring for and being concerned about others
* being able to relax and have a good time
* knowing that most people enjoy my company; I'm easy to be around
* my ability to see many different sides of an issue and to be a good mediator and facilitator
* my heightened awareness of sensations, aesthetics, and the here and now
* being able to go with the flow and feel one with the universe

What's Hard About Being a Nine

* being judged and misunderstood for being placid and/or indecisive
* being critical of myself for lacking initiative and discipline
* being too sensitive to criticism; taking every raised eyebrow and twitch of the mouth personally
* being confused about what I really want
* caring too much about what others will think of me
* not being listened to or taken seriously

Nines as Children Often

* feel ignored and that their wants, opinions, and feelings are unimportant
* tune out a lot, especially when others argue
* are "good" children: deny anger or keep it to themselves

Nines as Parents

* are supportive, kind, and warm
* are sometimes overly permissive or nondirective

Feeling small

Feeling small, and stealing idea's from Jayne's blog.

I took a trip to Northern California not long after I graduated. (Which was a year ago now. My my!) I love the Redwoods for so many reasons. I went by myself, which meant, quiet.

Quiet.

Total. Complete. Quiet.

For a while, the only time I was alone was when I was in my car. I would drive and drive and drive, just to be by myself. And while I could turn off the radio and find an isolated road, it was not... quiet. Take a hike into the forest? Quiet. I am melting a little just thinking about it. silence.




And it is so BIG. The ocean is so big. The trees are big, the sky is big, the mountains are big. Nature does a beautiful job of putting one back in ones place. "You think your problems are important? Think again." (For example, the photo below. You see the peninsula of sand. On the bottom left side of the main part of the peninsula you see a darkened area. Not a shadow, but seals. The little sandy area this side of the peninsula... boulder at the point... there are people on both sides, fishing.) The world is big. Real big.



And we are but a speck in time. Here is some petrified wood.


Have I mentioned that small feeling? I could easily walk into this tree without ducking. I am 5'6. How neat.



Alone time is not given enough credit. True quiet is underappreciated. Feared actually. Who wants a lull in the conversation?

I do.

Congratulations!

My Dearest Lance,

Congratulations! You passed PLU!


Sometimes you were up,


Sometimes, you were down.


But we all know how talented you are,


So there was never any doubt.


Love you lots, and job well done my friend.

Because... he ties the antlers together... with tape.

And there you have it.

Happy holidays everyone!

Bristle Bots

I'm not sure why I found this so hilarious, but I did. I had a video posted, but it was large and obtrusive and blurry, so here is a nice, neat link to the bristle bots. (When viewing the bot in action, I like to mentally add an array of sound effects... *weeeeeeee!!* or *vrooooom- beep beep!* for example. Don't be afraid to be creative!)