get your blog on

It's time. I'm in need of a new quote for my dear old blog. If you have an interesting/relevant quote, leave me a comment. The quote I pick may win a prize. How about a cookie or something? ;)

after the fizzle...

....awwhhh!!

The weekend was really good, even though I'm only now writing about it. CPLA is from Africa. I knew I'd heard that same dialect somewhere before, but I couldn't place it. My friend Naomi (gosh, I miss her...) is from Namibia--the same place Angelina and Brad decided to have their baby. Anyhow. Friday I enjoyed some time with a few friends listening to Ellery and then stayed the night at my mom's place so that I could scrounge a few moments with my wonderful niece and nephew. My favorite moment: both of them were sitting in my lap and we were "reading" a book together. MaKayla flipped through the pages and I tried to point out the animals to them and then tried to get them to make the animal noises with me. "What noise does a lion make? RRRRoOOOarrrr." After sneaking some hugs and kisses I managed to drag myself away to have lunch with a new friend, Lindsay. She’s great, and I’m really glad we were able to get together for a few minutes to chat.

Lately my eyes have been bothering me, which I attribute to the fact that I haven’t had a new prescription in over two years and the crazy amount of time I’ve been spending on the computer lately. I’m finally finishing up the wedding photos, but there have been at least three days of several hours at a time that I’ve been on the computer trying to get them completed, which equals my eyes being really tired and strained afterwards. All that to say: I made an eye appointment and ended up with a pair of trial contacts and new glasses and sunglasses are on their way. After a short nap I met Sarah so we could go to the Taste of Blue Ash. It was a muggy Saturday evening, but we enjoyed ourselves. After Sunday morning at the Gregory casa I headed to Alexandria for a jewelry party (I bet all the guys out there are jealous, aren't you?) It was really good, though; I was able to see two of my best friends from high school and part of their families. The weekend was balanced with time alone and time with people; a great mix of relaxation and fun. :)

I need to keep reminding myself of the good things, today especially. To be honest, I'm not looking forward to tonight. I'm sick of talking about the same things. I want it to be over already. No more heartache, no more issues. I know that isn't what is best, letting things sit dormant, but sometimes I can't help but want it all to go away. I'm good at avoiding things even if the stress remains despite my ignoring the issue.

I'll keep on keeping on, as best as I'm able, because I know it's the only way for things to change. It's valuable.

the buzz...

...around the office this afternoon has been of a horrific and terribly sad story.

Sometimes you're only left with questions.

1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, sleep?

I took a two hour nap yesterday evening, which ended up being a big mistake. I tried to go to sleep at 12:30am and couldn't fall asleep for the life of me. So, I grabbed a couple of cookbooks from the kitchen because I kept thinking about how I wanted to start making healthier stuff to eat and hoping that reading something, anything, would help me get some shut-eye. After about a half hour I started to feel a little more tired; I promptly turned off the light and jumped back into bed. My bed is comfy, super comfy now that I have new sheets and a new duvet cover yet I somehow could only toss and turn while I kept watching the clock. It was a little after 2am when I last looked at the clock knowing that the alarm was going to go off in less than four hours. Maybe someday I'll learn the lesson about taking too long of a nap, though I'm longing to take another one right now. Thank God I don't have to deal with this anymore.

so grateful

It's 8:54pm and up until the last few hours today has been frustrating (what, you couldn't tell?). Dinner has been consumed and I've laughed a bunch and felt at home here. It's good. I'm so incredibly grateful for the people in my life.

The trees are starting to silhouette against the ever darkening sky. Oranges and reds are now fading into a quiet blue. Peace gently wafts in the air calling my name. I think I'll answer.

at least it's not me...

"We are experiencing a bug with this today. OUr developers are working on it. I would suggest trying back later to see if you can process there order. We are sorry for the trouble."

AAARRRGGGHH!

I am so incredibly frustrated right now. For the last several (and I do mean several) hours I have been trying to upload photos to CDs, upload photos to a store site and have been trying to order prints so I can get all this wedding photo stuff behind me. Silly me, I thought the hardest part was going to be taking the actual photos. GRRR.

Echo

This could be the saddest dusk
I’ve ever seen
Turn to a miracle
High alive
My mind is racing
As it always will

My hand is tired my heart aches
I’m half a world away here
My head sworn
To go it alone
And hold it along
Haul it along
And hold it
Go it alone
Hold it along and hold, hold.

~R.E.M., Half a World Away

how do you art?

The question threw me for a second. In fact, I didn't think I had heard her correctly. I had just started a conversation with a (seemingly) nice young woman about my age. It was near the end of the event at the art gallery and my feet were crying for relief, I gave in and took a seat. I sat near her earlier in the evening for a very brief moment, but this time actually spoke to her.

There we were exchanging the normal pleasantries and then she asked me, "So, how do you art?" A bit of a strange question were it not for the location in which the question were asked. I fumbled for a minute and managed to spit out that I recently have been learning a bit about photography, wishing I had managed to come up with something more.

We talked for a few more minutes and I found out that she is an artist of words and enjoys poetry and other forms of writing. Her question has me interested in how other people would respond to this sort of question. I’ll take more time to respond to it in a few days and include it in another post. I suppose it all depends on how you define the word ‘art’.

If you’re up for sharing leave me a comment; I’d love to hear how you respond to this question.

seriously...

I'm posting, yet again, about my experience with having a bad sunburn. It's nearly the only thing I can't think about right now. Aloe Vera was toted along with me to work today and has been applied at least three times today with not much difference. Then I put wet napkins on my arms for several minutes hoping it would soak in the moisture. The relief was only temporary, very temporary.

I just returned from purchasing and then applying burn treatment to my skin. I'll spare you the details of what my skin looks like at the moment. Suffice to say that it hurts a lot and looks gross. I promised myself that if it doesn't get any better (or gets worse) in the next few days then I will make myself go to the doctor.

really, a better post that doesn't involve me complaining or anything about sunburns will be coming in the near future.

one more thing: why do i like the song "welcome to detroit"? hmm.

tonight, fun will be had!

the holly and I are heading up to Rookwood to see some cool stuff that Roman and Rebecca have on display with several other artists. I'm exctied. :)

holly's callling to meet me, so i'm gonna go.

still red...

A: my sunburnt skin.

(saturday's game had me sitting in the bright sun for several hours. i'm a bit dumb for forgetting the suscreen.)

riddle

Q: What's painful to the touch, and red with brown spots all over?

five more...

*it's friday, 5pm and I'm leaving work!
*I get to see the CPLA (cute parking lot attendent for the uninatiated)
*I have a gift card to Borders, thanks to jeremy and Evie.
*It's nice to read your name on other people's blogs.
*My friends are pretty much the coolest. Seriously.

five thoughts...

*I'm heading to the Red's game tomorrow with a co-worker
*Owing money to people is very unpleasant.
*Ditto for the balance in my account.
*Payday is NEXT Friday.
*I'll be taking the bus all next week.

harmony

My favorite part of my birthday was when the people I love sang 'Happy Birthday' to me. Not only did it sound amazing, but I realized that everyone there was there because I asked them to be and because they are important to me. What more can a girl ask for?