what a difference a day makes

(after a self-induced, 'find-some-color-challenge' this is what i reverted back to good 'ol b & w)

yesterday, it felt like it was spring. today, six inches later, i finally found the excuse to buy the cute fedora i've had my eye on. i had a gift card and the inspiration was literally falling from the sky...well, blowing somewhat horizontally from what i'm assuming was the sky; either way, it was definitely a hat wearing kinda day. between the new hat and the beaver i met, it's been a pretty good day...despite the blizzard.

i'm diggin the whole writing three times a week thing...i love posting new pics but the words are often times hard to come by. i mean, i could bore ya'll with some melodramatic poetry or whiny crap no one needs to hear about but, alas, that's only entertaining for a day or two...and mostly for me. i've also noticed that i have a tendency to very easily write about what's bugging me and forgetting about the stuff not irritating me. it's impossible for me to be pure, happy and simple and still find inspiration to write. there are no words when i'm content but, the second even one minor note of of dissonance flows into my life, the words, and the emotions come rushing out like sixteenth notes onto my paper. it's unstoppable. i feel so much better after the fact; unfortunately, i have a tendency to freak people out when i do that though. it's give and take i spose. in fact, iris fact of the the day, i have purposely kept myself living in the filth and squalor of my own misery just to have the ability to keep the words flowing. i know it sounds psychotic to some, ask a writer though. seriously. they'll agree. i don't like calling myself an artist because i don't think i really am but, i really do think like one. a cup a psycho i tell ya...mixed with a pinch of sane...or, vise versa, depending on the day...

spring...is that you...?

one day...you'll feed me little plants :)

(our baby plants...i got the outside garden ready yesterday...it was a lot of hoeing. hee hee)

i had such a good day; it deserves a few words. i went antique shopping, aka, treasure hunting with a good friend today who enjoys antiques as much as i do. (that's rare. most people just roll their eyes.) i found an apron that i fell in love with and consequently bought. i also found a wind chime--i love the sound of them outside in the summer--and then some sun glasses. i can't wait until garage sale season :)

*whew*sigh*

(my tiny little bird house in one tiny little part of my yard)

ya know, it's really hard to make myself write everyday...i try but, well, i get bored listening to myself rant and rave about well, nothing.

go figure...i bore myself...usually, it's only me that thinks i'm interesting in the first place...that's pretty bad. yeah, anyway...

so, instead of continuing this argument with the dry sponge as to whether it will or won't give me water, i'm simply going to step down to three days a week with the words. i'll still have a picture up everyday though.

hmmm...this just feels so wrong...i set out to do this and now i'm not... it's just that i always quit everything my OCD starts and i really don't want to do it with this one as well. well, not that this is too impressive of a goal, a blog, but it was a goal nonetheless. i think maybe if i adjust my 'mission statement', so-to-speak, i can justify this in my perfectionist head of mine...

i am officially adjusting my goal to better suit my life right now i guess. i will be writing three times a week and posting a picture on a daily basis from now on. whew. there. i said it. hey, i feel better already :)

and tired wins tonight

(the GIANT glass ball hanging from the theatre ceiling...it's always been one of my favorite things)

i went to see if you give a mouse a cookie tonight at the children's theatre. it was wonderful. the guy who played the mouse was hilarious. my kid laughed her little kid butt off...and come to think of it, so did i.

...one is silver but the other's gold...

so, i have three best friends. they are all amazing in their own ways and they are all so different. here, let me give you a brief run-down of the team, in NO particular order by the way...

numero uno: my partner. my co-parent. my polar opposite. one of the coolest dudes ever (second only to my dad of course;)). he actually puts up with me and loves me so unconditionally it hurts sometimes. he listens, he protects, he laughs, he yells, he knows when to put his foot down and he knows when to let me run. he has faith in me and has been my biggest fan for years now. he has the most unique tastes in things, can hold a conversation about any topic on this earth and had the drive to, at 30, completely uproot everything he knew to do an absolute 180 with his life and follow a dream. he makes me laugh, he's an amazing father and he's always there when i need him...and with me, that seems to be like more often than not...i have a tendency to get lonely fast. he's outgoing and i'm not. he's tech savvy and i'm really not. he has patience with things that i roll my eyes at and he pushes me when i'm more in the mood to flop my lazy ass down in life.

dos: she is incredible. she laughs at farts, burps and butt cracks and swears like a sailor. she drinks and smokes and is perfect for me. we can fall out of contact for a week or two and then when we pick up the phone to talk to each other, it's like we never missed a beat. i can confidently say that she is the best girl friend i have ever had in life and i have only known her for three years or so--i am so proud to be a friend of hers. she is a nurse, a mother, a wife, a friend, a chef, a party planner, a gardener, a drinking bud, a shoulder to whine on and a million more things that i don't have the time to list. she listens to me and does her damndest to smack sense into me when i'm getting stupid...which is more often than not i'm afraid. i absolutely love this girl. she is perfect in every way.

tres: he's known me since i was 18 and put up with a lot of me. he knows enough about me to sink any political career i could ever have in about three seconds and with his knowledge could also sink any relationship my unorganized heart is trying to hold down. he has all that knowledge but would never hurt me with it; he just listens...i trust him with not only my life but also with the life of my child (who happens to love him too). i tell him my snot colors and he tells me about his endless adventures in the never ending quest to get laid. he's been there for everything and then some and i love him for it more than he'll ever know. i've watched him grow from a tall skinny kid with no direction other than that to a bottle of beer to a soldier in charge of keeping our country safe. he is incredible.

so what does this intro to the tri-fecta have to do with today's blog? well, i screwed up with numero tres. big time. i spaced on the fact it's his birthday. in what little defense i do have, i have written the wrong date all day today; i wrote the 25th on everything i did. other than that, no, even with that, i have NO excuse. my dad even called to remind me two nights ago. i need to take a step back from my chaos. seriously. i am busy but there's no excuse to be a dick. i need my friends...without tres...shit, i would i have been lost SO many times. so...many...times. i'm not super good at making friends that stick and there's NO WAY i could replace the three i just listed so, i need to be better. especially to him. i am really sorry. i will make it up to you. i swear...you name it...i'll do it. i'm so sorry.

i'm late...late, late, late, late, late...

(my cake)

today, at 6:50 am, i decided to hit my snooze for the extra ten....what could it hurt? i'd just take a quicker shower and get dressed extra fast to make up the difference in minutes. i was just so comfy. and then, at 7:00, i foolishly did it again. like i said, i was just so comfy. anyway, because of that extra snooze...i have been ten minutes off ALL day. i was ten minutes late out the door, ten minutes late to work, to lunch, to getting home, to pulling dinner out of the oven, to brushing my teeth (if i woulda done it earlier, i wouldn't have ate that piece of cake) and finally, to going to sleep. i really need to crash...i'm probably over ten minutes late on that one though, huh? i am so tired tonight, i just couldn't sleep last night...or the night before for that matter...it was a four cup morning today. tomorrow's going to be a six cupper at this rate...