Wednesday, September 24, 2008
This picture arrived in the mail today, folded in a white envelope addressed to me. There was no explanation or a note. Just this creepy fellow with a chainmail cloth thing on his head. How very odd. Anyone know anything about this? Huh???? Anyone, anyone?
***There is an update on this WTF. I discovered the guilty party shortly after this post. The city and state threw me off, but once my friend called me to chat. I knew instantly that it was she and her husband. When I saw her name pop up on my cell phone, I answered with "It was you, wasn't it? You sent me that creepy guy picture didn't you?" Silence followed. Then giggling. Uh huh. GUILTY!
I am feeling a little bit down today. Just want a break from the monotony. I am feeling like a trained hamster. I wake, I shower, I rush around, I feed, I work, I go home. Hit the repeat button. I would be fretting if there was no routine to my life and yet. . . Just having one of those days, I guess. Luckily, when I come home, I have someone worth coming home to, and he is wonderful at cheering me up and making the sad leave. Even when he is having a bad day too. (Today was one of those days for him too.) Nothing like getting called into work, doing something mindless and boring for hours and when you are done, there is a nice parking ticket waiting for you. Grrrrr!
I was watching the news the other day and I was mortified by the report I saw. A woman a couple of years older than myself, dead. She was hit by her kid's school bus. She had just kissed little Bobby goodbye and was heading back to her car on the crosswalk. Just a normal day, just a trained hamster day, cut short, lives changed forever. The camera focused in on her glasses that were lying on the road. They had to include in their report that she was not only hit once but twice because the driver didn't know that he or she had hit a person. The glasses really bothered me. How cold and inconsiderate.
I noticed that I have been developing a horrible case of road rage while driving through the city streets. People think that they are invincible and that their cars are indestructible. They pull out without any knowledge of others driving skills or whether or not the other party's brakes work. It takes me almost forty minutes to drive 9 miles to work. That is nuts! There is gridlock, construction, school buses running over moms, and aggressive a-hole drivers that want to run me down.
I almost hit a man with my truck a few weeks ago. He walked right out in front of my truck while I was going 25 miles an hour. I slammed on my brakes and my vehicle skidded sideways a little bit. The man did not even glance in my direction. I almost ended his life and he did not even care.
I got angry at a vehicle that stopped in the middle of the road one day. I wanted to know why he was inconveniencing me by leaving his open his car door in my way. When I stopped because I had no choice, I looked over to see that the man was actually stopping to help a woman who had fallen down on the sidewalk. He was helping her gather the things that she dropped and pulling her to her feet. I felt like an ass.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My love decided that he wanted a tattoo for his birthday. I am here to tell you people, the chest is tender. Really really tender. Let's take a look at the progression of the tattoo.
Here's before the tattoo. I just included this pic because the lighting is so great and my honey is so handsome!
This is when the fun began. . .
Now let's add a little color!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
This song came on my i-pod while i was walking in the park. (i walked five miles, yay!) Thinking about "kissing tiny flowers" made me happy.
And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.
-That's The Way by Led Zeppelin
Saturday, September 13, 2008
I slept in this morning. I did laundry. Sipped highlander grog coffee. Watched a corny chick flick while folding clothes.
I am currently making European peasant bread from scratch and pepperoni balls. A day at home. Ahhh! Time to make some tea and get creative!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
things that make me smile. . .
Cloud 9 Rooibos Tea from Teavana
Living the Creative Life by Freeman-Zachery
Narrow Stairs album by Deathcab for Cutie
making my own cheese!!!
that fall is approaching
playing with the camera
my new scone pan
meadowfoam honey (tastes like marshmallows!)