soup and infedelity

(my domestic-style morning involved making homemade soup)

it's my man's b-day. i got a babysitter for the day so we could waste it away by doing stupid shit, seeing a movie, eating wherever/whatever we wanted and all around just kickin it pre-kid style.

so, he decided he wanted to go see rambo. i said sure...why not...? it was that or cloverfield, but i get scared easy so i figured rambo might be better. well, i got scared in rambo too. we had to leave about fifteen minutes into the movie. i am such a pussy. so, i ruined that.

the thought of going home bored me to tears, so i went exploring instead. i dragged my guy too. he hated it...every minute he hated. yes, i know it's cold but damn, some days adventure and spontaneity just scream to me so much louder that common sense and sympathy. we found little hotels, a water fall, a penguin on a wall, a bridge leading under the highway that led to where hundreds of birds were keeping a river open, rugged terrain and sunny skies...and we did all of this while eating movie candy.

i ruined his birthday by not doing a thing he wanted though...even though i worked really hard to make it so we could do whatever HE wanted in the first place. i feel really bad and i managed to solidify my monopoly on crazy in this relationship. some days, i even annoy myself.

(a hotel we found on my selfish adventure. i think people do bad things here; it's shady looking)

fruitcake

(the thing in the stairwell in the ramp.)

everyday i park in the same ramp for work and everyday i take the stairs.

why you ask? (or, well, you probably don't, but i'll pretend like you do.) hmmm...is it because i eat potatoes and cookies for dinner and feel the need to walk up six stories a day to avoid becoming super-sized? nah.

ok then...is it because i enjoy exercise? absolutely not. nope, it's actually because the staircase smells super good. it smells fruity, like something i remember from when i was little. for some reason, this inner-city's parking ramp smells fruity and happy.

it scares me to think about why it smells fruity, so i don't think about it...i just enjoy it.

taters and trades

somedays, i'm not sure why i don't weigh 300 pounds or more. tonight, for dinner, i ate potatoes with all the extra junk piled on top and then five peanut butter cookies for desert. (the ones pictured below...in case you need a visual. i enjoy visuals. i need visuals.) i think the older i get the less i care about the few extra calories and the more i care about the flavor. i wonder how much flavor i sacrificed in the name of calories while growing up...? i wonder if it was worth it...? ...prolly not.

one thing's for sure, i would have been a much more pleasant teenager had i had ate more...

busted Buddha and eternal damnation

(the tree on my three mile hike today)

first thing i did this morning: busted the head off my Buddha statue. it's just a little thing, but man, when it hit that floor it looked as if it weighed a hundred pounds; the head shot one way and the body rocketed the other, and i just stood there, mouth gaping, in between the two.

first thing i thought: crap, i'm going to hell. then, i remembered that that could only happen if i busted the head of of Jesus. (look, i started out my first, and consequently, most formative years at a catholic school. it is hard-wired into me that i could go to hell for nearly anything...) so, as i was gluing Buddha's head back on with tacky glue, it occurred to me that Buddhist's are all about freedom from attachments. the thought of going to hell for breaking a head of a statue suddenly seemed silly; well, that and the fact that Buddhist's don't believe in hell anyway--seeing that they're not Christians. anyway, that's how my morning started. good thing i didn't leave my Jesus statue sitting on my windowsill...

pucks and cookies

today, i was planning to spend a good portion of my day at the rink up the street. my skates are sharp, i found a few more pucks lying around the house and my little one was eager to get back on her skates. then, it got to 40 degrees. 40 degrees and ice don't mix so well; so, i made cookies instead.

the day that was

today went like this...wake up. decide it's too early. turn on the simpsons season 2. go back to sleep. eventually crawl out of bed. shower and put on a slight variation of what i wore yesterday. clean the house a bit. make a potpourri burner out of a soup can and tuna can. eat lunch and drink coffee. clean the house a bit more. play a board game. and that brings me to now...now it's time to go play rockband and then watch a movie before going to bed.

that was my day. pretty typical weekend day. nothing special. well, except for my potpourri burner thingy. that was special. well, not that special i guess.

i'm bored. tomorrow, i will go outside and i'll wear something clean too.

shoulda, woulda, coulda...

yes, today should have been spent paying some bills that i'm behind on, calling the student loan people to plead for my life, cleaning one of the numerous messy spots scattered throughout my home, sorting through old mail, going to the grocery store or well, anything else productive for that matter.

nope. instead, i painted a shelf. it was a shelf that my aunt was going to throw out and i sorta liked...well, i liked it when i thought about painting it that is, so i took it. it will be the new mail shelf now. i'm helping myself get organized...so i can, uh, pay those bills and stuff...or something like that. the shelf did turn out nice...and i did it all while chicago's, 25 or 6 to four spun tirelessly throughout my head. i hate that song. i really do.

brrrrr...

(steam...from some rooftop)

on my hour long commute to work...two things happened today. first, i discovered that almost everything, both living and non, will steam somehow or another when it is seventeen degrees below zero outside.

and the second thing that happened on my hour long commute this morning was, a rainbow formed out of ice particles in the air creating a giant arc around the sun. long story about science-y stuff cut short...i drove right through a rainbow. the arc landed exactly where i was; i could see the air shimmering with ice crystals and the end of a rainbow in the ditch. i tried to take a pic, but because i haven't washed my car in forever and it's coated in salt and chemicals you couldn't see a thing. i'm not even sure how legal my car is right now come to think of it...

anyway, those are two things that happened on my hour long commute to work today.

it's my first...

(the city in which i am employed.)

...and i'm not sure what to say; though, i'm sure i'll figure out something. i did just get my finger trapped in between the freezer and refrigerator door. we have one of those side by side ones. it was the most pain i've been in in quite some time.

anyway...to introduce myself briefly...a i am a 27 year old chick with not a ton of important stuff to talk about, but i do nonetheless, a lot...talk that is.

the basics of me are as follows:

~i am quite liberal. very pro-choice, pro-gay marriage, and very anti-meat eating...though i could give less than two shits if you eat it or not. i'm not sure why i decided to connect those thoughts into one single sentence, but i did.

~i am insanely random and i get bored incredibly easy.

~my imagination is that of a six year olds.

~i like the color red the most, followed up by black. put 'em together and i'm the happiest. it's a dramatic color scheme and i have a tendency to be a bit dramatic.

~i swear more than any lady ever should...also, more than most sailors should. though i don't spit so much anymore; oh, and and my ass crack is always hanging out. when will low rise finally go away?? then again, i hate the alternative...even more, i think.

~i have a very high spirited child who is under the belief that she must ride her imaginary horse named, christmas tree shiny ornament, everywhere we go.

~i have a fiance who somehow, someway finds the patience on a daily basis to put up with me. how he does it, i will never know. i am, on top of everything else listed in this blog, both anal-retentive and ridiculously annoying. i would have dumped me so long ago. patience of a saint i tell ya...patience of a saint...

~i like my coffee black, chocolate dark and wine red.

~i leave clothes laying everywhere and buy everything on clearance, at garage sales or second-hand stores. i like re-doing nasty old furniture i find at the afore mentioned places by refinishing it and painting it some sort of red. my main creative outlet rears its head through the lens of my camera however.

~girls annoy me quite often. they complain, they gossip, they whine and they are moody...yes, i am all of these things too, but that doesn't mean i have to like any of them. this, my friends, is why i could never hold down a lesbian relationship.

~i work at a museum. i do kinda boring stuff when compared to the other jobs around me, but i enjoy it.

~i wear some ridiculous looking clothes. on a normal day...i shoot to look just above homeless.

~i'm always wanting more but always procrastinating. i mean, ALWAYS procrastinating. this blog thing was my new years resolution...i needed a creative challenge...and i am finally, as of January 23rd, getting around to it.


ok...so that's the basics of who i am. my blogs, i promise, in the future won't be this long. well, maybe some days they will be...but for the most part, if i write one complete sentence i will be satisfied. i also plan to include a picture of some sort...that's where the whole personal challenge thing comes into play. i can write a sentence a day...but can i snap a shot a day? we'll see...i am so lazy with my creativity...i need to push myself.