fun sounds from home

the laundry has recently been moved upstairs at my house. directly above my bedroom, to be exact. and at certain points during the wash cycle... it sounds as though a thousand little men are standing in my ceiling going pee. it's great. makes me chuckle. :)

sometimes

sometimes i think it's good to do something you normally wouldn't do. stay longer somewhere even though you think you're ready to leave. observe what others are doing. try to see the surrounding events through new eyes.

aye, aye, aye

flight delay. little sleep. whirlwind tour. flight delay. sore back. and work today was a bear.

but someone told me i made their day simply by buying & sharing some frozen yogurt. that's always nice to hear.

this weekend's work

it's not done. i don't feel like it's complete, at least. but it's got a good enough start to be worth explaining & showing. so it's mounted & in the book.

in 24 hours i'll be at the airport!

hooray for hair cuts!

for those of you who remember my short flippy hairdo... it's back! and i love it. for whatever reason, short hair makes me feel quite confident and put together. i don't understand it, and that's okay.

paint, paint, paint!

tonight was my last watercolor class. it was only a series of two classes, but still... tonight was the last. it was a lot of fun. april & i took the class together - and april had taken oil painting classes with this teacher for like 9 years when she was younger. great fun. more of a mixed media class than i was expecting. we used acrylic quite a bit. just black & white, but i wasn't expecting to use any at all. it was a nice effect though, and i did really enjoy the class.

hopefully the next time they offer the glass bead making class april & i can make it in.

happy monday!

so i really shouldn't be allowed to read other people's blogs. or, specifically, xanga sites. i read one person's site... and then i check their comments to see what other folks are saying. and then i say "ooo, i wonder what this person's site is like" so i go & read their site. and then i check their comments to see what other folks are saying. and i then i say "ooo, that person has a xanga site, too, eh?" so i go & read their site. and then... you get the picture.

and at some point in there, i realize that what i really should be doing is getting ready to go to that little thing i call "my job".

but first i'm going to spend another twenty minutes waiting for a phone call... and maybe check a blog site or two while i'm waiting. :)

happy monday!

pantone color

so i heard about this pantone birthday color thing awhile ago. and so i finally got around to checking it out.

and my color for january is "sunburn" - how great does that sound? and i totally disagree with it. while i may have a smidge of logic in me - i wouldn't be quick to describe myself as surefooted. or altogether practical & down to earth. now i am working on the persistence part, but still. it's not very me.

then, however, i figured out how to narrow it down to your DAY, as well (i'm not always the smartest... click on the little color swatch for your month & you can pick your day) - and at least more of that is believable. creative. expressive. emotions not always rational.

too bad both colors are actually pretty ugly. too bad i couldn't be a good tangerine or chartruese.

today's productivity

- really did finish putting my louisville photos up here
- bought a good interview outfit
- watched the first half of the first season of friends

thunder over louisville

alright, so i FINALLY started coding my photos from louisville. see 'em here!

waiting to live

do you ever feel like you're constantly waiting for something? like you're just biding your time at your current job/school/location until "something" comes along? maybe that something is a mate, or that perfect job, or that golden opportunity or whatever. but you just sit around waiting for it to happen?

why do we let so much of life pass us by while we wait for a life that, honestly, may never come? perhaps that perfect job isn't going to find you, but rather you have to go find it. perhaps waiting for that perfect someone is a waste of the time you have as a single person. how much life will we lose before we realize that there's nothing to wait for? this here, today, is life. this is when we need to live. not tomorrow. not next week. not at the next job or with the next person. right here. right now. this is life.

and maybe you have dreams that you say "if only i was the kind of person who..."

well, who says you're not that kind of person? the only thing keeping you from being that kind of person - is you. the only thing keeping me from being that kind of person - is me.

how much life will you lose? how long will i keep myself from being who i want to be?

ugh...

i'm feeling... anxious. and impatient. and disgusted.

and hopeful.

i cannot condemn tomorrow for the disappointments of today.