LOOOOOOVE IT!!!!! (you should too)

I'm preaching to myself

Literally, when I'm inspired to help someone else... all of the sudden my answers seem to appear in what I'm saying to them. I'm all going on as if their problems are the easiest in the world and then its like, hold on a second, your problem is pretty much the same as mine... and wow i needed to hear that. Am I so cocky that I can't accept answers unless they come in the form of my own voice... scary. I hope not. Anywho.

Ruche. Beautiful. My fav today:

I went from sailor to Quiltgirl. I would wear it with red boots and cream tights......aaaaaaaaaand a nice cardigan. I love cardigans.

Tears

Someone walked away from me today. It made me cry when I didn't want to; I cried because I wanted to move on anyways. I guess I walked away too?


Then I watched "My Sister's Keeper" which pretty much sucked me dry of any tears I may or may not have possessed in my physical being. WHEW! Good movie though... very well done!

My apologies for the melodrama... I gave up comfort eating so the feelings have to go somewhere! lol.

Sailor Chic?!

I'm in love with the high contrast thin stripes (especially navy and cream.... YUM) as well as those really awesome gold vintage navy-esque buttons. Combining the two with some really adorable black jackets and/or accessories involving gold buckles (OR this sweet action pocketwatch necklace) really makes me glad... full of joy... like that really dorky thing that Harold from Red Green does when he's excited... almost a laugh... not quite a snort...

Striped button down from Anthropologie
Nautical Sailor Necklace from amazingcollection4u

I want to be a little sailor girl for a bit.
The opposite of ahoy to you!

Why don't more people blog before 5am?

Good morning Seattle! I will explore you today. Lets hope I find treasures and happy times with my mommy! Bless her newly 45 year old soul! Happy b-day mama!

Oh and PS: Some people need to blog more between the hours of 1am and 5am... my strange episode of insomnia wasn't relieved with any love from my google reader... :(

PSS: soft mattresses are the worst. I like my good firm futon at home :)

I neglected my blog - not the first time- definitely not the last

So my mind runs in about 15,000 different directions all at once; but seeing as that's perfectly impossible, I concentrate in a few directions at once and then do a swicheroo every few weeks or so. I'm learning to accept this somewhat ADD lifestyle, it has its ups!

For example :

I can do a lot of different things because, you name it, i've been semi obsessed with it for at least 24 hours - straight.

Thats about it for the ups but the downs are I'm guaranteed to be one of those people that is too exhausting to bring up in conversation ,even to have a conversation with, because everything is constantly a huge update session on my newest, latest thing. *SIGH* I'm a different sort, bear with me. Or not. Either way... I can't really change. Believe me. I've tried.

Finished!!!

This is my beauty... my first project that consisted of three cushions and a valance... don't be fooled. The photo isn't upside down - grommets on the bottom were Sarah's idea! I love it!

Really... really?

Some people feel the need to be jerks. I know I do. At some points during my time on this earth I give in to the carnal urge to be a jerk and I feel that I also have the right to observe others do the same. As well as comment.

Then I sometimes wonder... do they know? Do they actually think about what they're doing and how it looks? Say, for instance, I work at an unnamed restaurant... like Ferris'. Because I want tips and one table looks rich and foreign and the other looks poor and local, I ignore the one and basically insert my face into the rear end of the other one, respectively. Respectfully. Respect? Isn't that what tipping is all about? Respecting someone fulfilling an obligation and recognizing their hard work to ease my inconvenience. I tip a server who makes my experience one that is comfortable and de-cluttered of any clip ups. I tip well a server who actually appears to care about the quality of their work and is willing to go the extra mile to give me service I'll remember. I DO NOT tip, someone who expects me to wait FOR-EVER (whilst I watch other tables being served... its not the kitchen... thats why the food is COLD) for both food and drinks and not even bothering to offer the conventional personal respects NOR makes any attempts at tasteful smalltalk. I'm sorry, even my kid cousin can do that and she's like 10.

So back to my rant about pretending to be a nonexistent employee at a fictitious restaurant (if only that part were true). If I do all these things... I'm thinking only of myself, no? I'm lazy, tired....whatever; I choose the easy way out that best serves my needs because i've either worked too hard or too long and I need a break. So, I invest all my time into the rich looking table and ignore the slim chance of profit table... expecting that they will fulfill the basic social expectations when it comes time to pay up gratuities. However, if I haven't even fulfilled the basic expectations... if I haven't made anyone's life easier then why should they pay me for it? Pay me to make my life easier? Pay me to be lazy and selfish? Sounds kind of bad when you put it like that.

BUT... people I love to tip are the people that truly look like they enjoy what they do. I don't tip good looking, commonplace, stereotypical server/models like I tip the balding funny guy that gives me extra bacon because I can't have the cheese... or the one that nods eagerly at my request and apologized when there is even a hint of tardiness. Those, are the ones who make my dining experience worthwhile and its those i go back to and enjoying dropping a few extra bucks to. And I'm not even rich. Who needs to be? I can be just as giving when I'm poor because I have a provider:)

We Match!

Me and this horse... we have the same hair.
Me? an animal lover? Most certainly not. I like cats and dogs as well as elephants; however, the moment there are smells or scary noises or annoying demands for affection and attention, I'm done. I love how this horse looks because its kind of like me in a way... like I said, we have the same hair.

Sneaky

looks like a polaroid... I'm in love with polaroids right now. I love it.

Bloglove

So I found a passtime SOOOOOO much better than stupid facebook!




Blogs!

There are soooo many creative, talented and interesting people out there who write blogs and post photos and samples of their artwork! Its like the creative smurfs in the right side of my brain are frolicking in a shower of skittles at the end of a fern gully rainbow when I read some of these... gosh I love blogs!




My favs so far:

Oh.My.Dear. - Chelsea's handmade treasures inspire me and she wins the award for most beautiful wedding in history!

Nectar and Light- my new favorite photography IN THE WORLD!!!

***Not only does this woman take fabulous polaroids, she writes like... a very famous and convincingly talented writer... an example of which I cannot produce. She's good.***

Also her daugther has a blog with her own polaroids!








I'm new to the blog scene to my favorite list is relatively small; however I will expand my horizons and get back to you!!!

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Fav Pic before I run to work!!!

So CUTE!!!!!

I'm in love with the red door....and its thanksgiving weekend...almost...
yum<3
http://blog.emilieinc.net/search?updated-max=2009-09-20T20%3A10%3A00-04%3A00 check this out... lovely moments!

Its Twelve oh five pm and I DID IT!!!

No Arial or Times New Roman to be found. Not even the copout 'courier' that I used to depend on for a tacky font escape. I now have a beautiful header which I think I'll keep as well as some delicious scribblies and fun pictures!!!! I also learned to use the graphic thingy to make lines and such into pictures! WOohoo! I love learning new things. I'm also loving the fact that there is a fabric flower on my blog.

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Another thing

Why is my sidebar in spanish?

I WANT A COOL HEADER!!!

I'm not even going to be embarrassed to admit that I spent over two hours last night trying to find new fonts for my blogger Header and Text! I finally squeezed enough wisdom out of the html CSS computer geekies to work out how to switch the font of part of my blog! Now i've downloaded an imaging program to further deck out my page! Well see how this works!!! :D:D:D:D

philippians 2

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians+2&version=NIV

Paul is a really cool guy. I feel like he was the one that, although he may not have been the big cheese (i'm under the impression that James was) He wrote all this stuff down and he was always communicating and encouraging all the churches. Paul was the dude that did all the emailing and uplifting and praying and getting almost killed. He spent time with God (he never actually, physically met Jesus) just like I can. Maybe thats why God put so much of his stuff in the bible... so many people are encouraged by what Paul has to say because they can relate. I know I can. I like that, he never met Jesus personally, but he had a really cool experience that changed his life and made him do a full on 180 degree spin and dash. Love it.

He said in verse 6 of chapter 2 in his letter to the philippian church:
⁵Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:
⁶Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
⁷but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.

Jesus was already God. He didn't need to assert his divinity because he was in fact divine. He didn't need to defend himself in front of pilate because he IS the truth... his attitude was simply to please the will of the almighty. He did it to show us how to live. No longer bound to sin, we can rest in our relationship with the Father and simply be his hands and feet. I don't need to prove that I'm a Christian. I just need to be one. If I'm obedient, what else is there?

TEN MONTHS!!!!

Its been ten months since he asked me to be his. I said yes and were we... I love him.

Desperate for some privacy...

The other night at work I had this screaming mad wedgie throughout my shift... I take the elevator from the ground to second floor only, so getting enough time to set the situation straight (or loose, rather) isn't really there. Still I prayed for that elevator to open empty so i could have some privacy on the way up. That whole 5 seconds or so, to me, seem so valuable until i discover time and time again how useless they actually are. I learned that yearning for privacy... i should specify a time parameter; otherwise, i'll get an empty elevator trip too short even to pick my wedgie.

Something to try??

I never keep up with blogs but whatever... I love starting them anyways!

I have long hair... a short week ago i had short hair. Thank you jesus for the weave, and thank you Sallys for not discriminating against non hairdressers and selling me hair!!! (that sounds weird...it also felt weird at the time but i've got long hair at the moment so feeling pretty good!)