Thursday, August 30, 2007
If I promise you my first born, will you please, please shut the fuck up?!?
I don't know who the asshole was who convinced you that the ditsy blonde routine was cute, but trust me, it's not. Just ask your ex-husband. Besides, for someone who pays $187.00 every three weeks to get your hair to achieve that bizarro greenish blonde hue with the circus tent highlights intentionally, you're not trying hard enough. You give REAL blondes a bad name.
I'm sick of hearing you discuss (quite loudly over the phone to anyone who will listen) the pro's and con's to retiring six months early, but believe me when I say it, we ALL want you to go!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Here are the results:
You are an Intrapersonal thinker
Spend a lot of time thinking about and trying to understand themselves
Reflect on their thoughts and moods, and work to improve them
You understand how your behaviour affects your relationships with others
Other Intrapersonal thinkers include Sigmund Freud, Gandhi, Grahame Greene
Careers which suit Intrapersonal Thinkers include Psychologist, Teacher, Pilot, Child care worker, Explorer, Drama therapist
Very interesting, and somewhat accurate. I guess that explains why I've always wanted to be a teacher. Too bad that a general lack of interest in more schooling overpowered my desire to finish my degree, eh?
Check out the quiz if you want to know what kind of thinker YOU are!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Carly made the snail one and the Gandhi one is all me. So cute. I'm loving the metallic paint! I'm hoping that this little project was enjoyable enough for her to keep making them because they would sell like hotcakes in my shop. I'm sure she could use the money, and besides, it gives you such an amazing feeling to sell something you've made. Knowing that someone out there is willing to pay money for your creation is a wonderful feeling.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Elis is in the process of folding 1,000 paper cranes and the set-up in the lobby reminded me of her. Here are a few pictures:
Overall it was a good trip. The museum was small and there was very little to do, but it was nice to do something different for a change, and it was certainly nice to get the hell out of work for a while.
As you get to the end of the museum path, they have one of those interactive projectors where you can wave your arms around in the air in front of a screen and make the image change. They alternated between a screen where the planets were falling out of the sky and you had to keep "tapping" them from the bottom (like a volleyball) to keep them from hitting the bottom of the screen, and a water image where the water rippled and moved around when you moved around in the image. Pretty neat.
Oh, and I'm not a fan of wild animals kept in captivity for any reason, but check out these beautiful owls they had in cages:
Thursday, August 23, 2007
5) The contractions my baby sister is having right now. I know. Not good for her, but good for us! This means that my little niece will be coming soon, and I was just informed that I get to join her in the delivery room and watch while Lola is born. I'm honored by this privilege and I truly feel blessed. I've always been fascinated by pregnancy and childbirth to begin with, but for Carly to willingly share such a private event with me is truly humbling. I told you I've gotten soft.
7) Listening to Eric Bachmann sing, uh, just about anything. The man could sing the "Bottles of Beer on the Wall" song counting down from 356,323,243,524,035,676,541,354,654 and it would never get old. Seeing him sing in person is even better, but I'll take a CD any day. Amazing. He's been my favorite for at least 10 years now and that's longer than any other vocalist has held my attention. I just listened to "To The Races" for the eighteen millionth time and it warms my heart. Amazing.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Best. Art. Ever.
The things I am 100% certain about are the little details of what the shop will look like. I think I'm a visual person overall because it seems like paint colors and decor are the first things I consider and decide on way before I move into any new environment. I want the walls to be covered in a pea soup green...not too yellow and not too brown, but definitely not too green. Does that make sense? I want black accents everywhere with of pops of bright red wherever I can fit them. Oh, and yes, those are tin ceilings. Off white, you think?
I think I want the cash wrap to go on the back wall of the store and I think I might hire Kathy to paper that wall in a really graphic wallpaper. I'm thinking a damask or something. The gallery/classroom walls should be a lighter color, I think. I hate the idea of white, but I do really love the pale grey color I used in my home office recently. Maybe I'll go with that. Besides, we Saint Rose art students are all too familiar with that "institution grey" we were forced to love in the school gallery and I want to stay far, far away from it.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Most mornings I'm on my own. Wrangling poor Ben out of bed that early on a weekend is like trying to wake up a corpse. Being alone for something like this is pretty cool, actually. I feel the same way about going solo to the movies. But bringing someone with you to share the amazing goods this particular farmers market has to offer, especially for their first time, is even better. My sister decided to tag along for her first visit ever.
After walking through a few times, I picked up a bar of lemongrass (one of my favorite smells) goat's milk soap, two pounds of the absolute sweetest tomatoes I've ever had, and some purple and red skinned potatoes. Ben and I go on this weird kick where we painfully crave mashed potatoes (especially my curried mashed taters) and I had to stock up. We're due for another "episode" soon.
I grabbed a bunch of flowers whose name I can't recall and headed over to watch a woman spinning yarn. Something about yarn, especially wool yarn, tugs at a part of me that so desperately wants to knit. I've learned to crochet about eighteen million times and just can't get into it. Sewing offers more instant gratification, I guess, so I think I'll stick with my machine. Still, the beautiful jewel tones in this yarn were so stunning I was tempted to buy every skein she had, just to fondle them later on (by the way, I do this with paper all the time, too!) Anyway, the woman just so happened to be selling fresh lamb steaks, so I splurged and bought three for Ben. I've been a vegetarian on and off for the greater part of my life, and a little piece of me collapses every time I contribute to the meat industry, but I know Ben loves lamb, so who am I to shove my views on someone else? Besides, I'd rather give the local sellers my money than Hannaford any day.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Knowing that I'll soon be done with the job that I've loathed for the past 9 years makes me feel like a million bucks. Knowing that I'll soon have all the free time in the world to make my dreams come true by opening my little shop makes me feel even better. And knowing that the best time of year is literally making a mad dash to this part of the country (it's been down in the low 50's at night here, and no humidity during the day) so early makes me so happy I feel like my head could pop off. Maybe I should knock on wood so I don't jinx myself with a bout of bad luck. Luck is cyclical like that.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Very Egon Schiele, eh?
I fell in love the moment I saw it and immediately pictured it matted and framed and hanging on one of my olive green walls. Being the generous folks that they are, they are giving me the drawing (those crazy kids won't take money for it!!!) and I can hardly wait to get it in my house. Lurve. Totally. I truly love these people. While we've never met in person they just seem really genuine and I've never wished for Illinois to be closer to New York more than I do now.
This was a pretty damn good day. In addition to the newest piece of art to grace my living room walls, I found out today that I will be offered a buyout package from work next month, which, if my "bid" is accepted, my last day working at hell-on-earth will be October 7th. Can you say happy? Okay, how 'bout ecstatic? More details later as I'm waiting to find out more info from the union reps tomorrow. This is a fantastic opportunity to leave my crap job with a significant amount of money in hand, but it's also a bad, sad thing for those who may be at risk for layoffs. The company announced they want to surplus 600-700 positions across New York state. HOORAY for Corporate America! Nothing like beating a dead horse.
Monday, August 13, 2007
So, this is the most recent survey I've gotten. I figured I'd spare the party poopers who hate filling them out and just post mine here. Besides, I'm one of those people who draws a total blank when I have to fill out profiles online. Suddenly, without warning, I can no longer remember things like my favorite book or album, or any other basic like/dislike that makes up who I am. This is a much easier way of getting these mundane details out there.
1. How old will you be in 3 years? At this time in three years I'll be 33, but will soon turn 34 shortly thereafter.
2. Do you think you'll be married by then? My husband is absolutely fantastic. So yes, I would hope that I'm still married then. I'd never do it again, though.
3. What do you look forward to most in the next 2 months? Florida/Disney/Nancy/Ned/Robbie/Randi/Keith, autumn (I would seriously kill to have it around NOW), Lola being born, quitting my job, my birthday, Henry Rollins...again, preparing (for real now) to open my B&M shop. I'll stop here because I am a truly happy person in the fall months. Lots of things to look forward to.
4. Who was the last person you talked to? Andrew "Squishy" Greschak...one of the only people I'll miss from work when I go bye bye.
5. What do you think about the person that took this survey before you? She rocks!
6. Who was the last person to text you? I don't have a cell phone for exactly this reason.
7. Who was the last person you hugged? My little Olive, the best dog in the entire world. The cat now loathes me.
8. What were you doing at midnight last night? Suffering from insomnia and overanalyzing the answers from a vicious game of Trivial Pursuit with the fam.
9. Parents separated/divorced/married? My biological parents are divorced (thank god) but my mom remarried one of the greatest human beings ever to talk the planet and he legally adopted me. They're still married.
10. Last time you saw your dad? Last night...handsome bugger he is.
11. What happened at 11:00 a.m. today? I met with our Chief Union Steward to discuss the proper course of action for when I quit this disease of a job.
12. How many states do you want to visit? All of them, really. I'm really drawn to Alaska lately.
13. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet? On myself? I prefer bare feet as often as I can get away with it. I abhor socks. On other people, though, it all depends on how well your toenails are groomed. Talons are nasty, people!
14. Are you a social person? Nope. Not in the slightest.
15. Favorite ice cream? I've always been a coffee ice cream fan for as long as I can remember. Lately, though, those damn Ben and Jerry people have me hooked like a crackhead on Neapolitan Dynamite...Cherry Garcia and Chocolate Fudge Brownie snuggled up together like two peas in a pod. Scrumptious.
16. What is your favorite dessert? Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, hands down.
17. Whats your favorite song right now? Into the Mystic by Van Morrison
18. What kind of jelly do you like on your peanut butter sandwich? That cheap gelatinous grape jelly on white bread, please.
19. Do you like coffee? Hate it.
20. How many glasses of water a day do you drink on average? Ask my bladder.
21. What do you drink in the morning? Water, mostly. If I'm pooped out (see #8) I go for a large Diet Coke (fountain soda only) strictly for the caffeine. Bad, I know.
22. Would you rather kiss someone with or without a lip ring? What the hell kind of question is this? Hmmm. Well, I've had piercings and I know what they can smell like, so I would probably have to say "without" because who wants that kind of cheese funk in your mouth? Ugh.
23. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed? I'm always on the right. Ben wouldn't have it any other way.
24. Do you know how to play poker? There are three things in life that I genuinely don't understand: George W. Bush's brain, football (American style) and poker. Countless people have tried explaining all three to me and I just can't comprehend any of it. Oh, and can anyone tell me why poker is now considered a sport?
25. Any plans for this week? Sleep and get through the Netflix movies that are gathering dust in my living room. I actually had to dust them off this past weekend when I cleaned the house.
26. Do you eat out or at home more often? As much as I love to cook, we eat out entirely too often.
27. Have you ever been in an ambulance? I don't think so.
28. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool? Ocean. Although I do love swimming in a pool when it's raining and at night. But not when it's raining at night.
29. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat? Does anyone really ever WANT to sit on the aisle?
30. Do you know how to drive a stick shift? No comment.
31. What is your favorite thing to spend money on? Art supplies, craft supplies, fabric, books, music, movies and other people, especially. I'm a chronic gift giver.
32. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7? Only my wedding ring.
33. Do you speak any other language? Spanish, although it appears as though I've forgotten most of it.
34. Can you roll your tongue? Roll it like a jelly roll, or trill it like in some Spanish words? I can do both.
35. Who is the funniest person you know? Michael Hickok. He can't possibly tell the story about the bottle rockets in his windbreaker enough.
36. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No.
37. Are you in a relationship? Yes.
38. Do you still have clothes from when you were little? No, but I do miss the "Eat The Worm" shirt I pretty much lived in for the first third of my life.
39. What is the color of your bedroom wall? Chocolate brown.
40. Do you shut off the water when you brush your teeth? Always, but I waste an awful lot of water trying to get it hot before I brush. I have this weird thing about that.
41. Are you crushing on someone right now? Yup.
42. Do you have any tattoos, or piercings? Lots of tattoos but only my ears are still pierced.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Good for my very pregnant sister, bad for the boy.
By the way, the enormous worry over this little incident gave her what her doctor has confirmed to be little contractions. She's not due to have little Lola until next month. Hopefully things will settle down a bit.
Her most recent assignment was to make a list of 101 things that she procrastinates doing in her life. These things do not have to be in any sort of order, rather, she was encouraged to just write them down as they came to her. Excited and curious about this project, she asked me if I'd make one up too, just to see what we could come up with. Being a chronic procrastinator myself, I, of course, procrastinated making up the list. She harassed me to just get it over with, and I complied, but I was only able to come up with 42 things. I won't bore you with the details of my totally scattered, but more than slightly fascinating list, but I did notice that starting a blog was one of the things at the top. A rather large part of me thinks that our lists are not just random, scattered thoughts, but more like our subconscious minds getting our priorities in order...I hope this isn't the case because if that's so, I've found out the hard way that I'm a terribly shallow person.
So, this is the beginning of a new outlet for me. After 30 tiring years of life gone by already, I feel the need to get my act together and do something with myself. I'm a slacker...lazy is more like it. I'm the kind of person who would rather come home from work and sack out on the couch for hours watching reruns on the Food Network, than go outside on a beautiful day and, I don't know, weed my garden (something that brings me great joy) or something else that makes me happy and keeps me active. I'm growing tired of "me" and I worry that others are too. I feel this empty hole growing inside of my soul that needs to be filled or all will be lost. How's that for anxiety?
I'm 30 years old with no kids, a bachelor's degree in fine arts, a nice house, a wonderful husband and a couple of pets, and you'd think that would be enough. Some people dream of a day where they have all the comforts in life that I've been given already. I just can't help but feel like something's missing. My friend's little procrastination assignment really got me thinking long and hard for a few days and I've made the decision to start doing those things on my list, no matter how trivial or serious. I think it would do me a world of good.