"No, you need to practice shading, and shadows from light."
I put a car in front of the table lamp. He took it from there.
"Hey Reyde."
"Yeah?"
"Now. You can play Wii."
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
It's a bit presumptious
But I often dream about being a brand. And today, I doodled an idea for my brand.
Dad-o-meter
On vacation this and next week. James is at work, Reyde is at school and I have all the time to do what I want. Haven't gotten to much of what I thought I would, but it's only Wednesday right?
Having been on a creative binge of sorts for a while I indulge in a few movies. I can't just sit and watch though, it drives me batty. Lacing up my shoes, turning up the volume, I set my treadmill in motion and enjoy the escape of a good story.
With the Oscars just around the corner, I catch "The Kids are Allright," "The Social Network," and "Crazy Heart." (Yeah Crazy Heart is from last year and Jeff Bridges performance was so good.)
I love it when a story brings forth emotion. I'm inspired and motivated by The Social Network. Gosh, why can't I invent the next biggest thing?
Crazy Heart on the other hand was off the charts for tears. Tears? Yeah. Tears. I mean it wasn't that sad of a story. Brdiges character reminded me so much of Dad. The unkept hair, dirty clothes, a man lost. There wasn't much similarity other than that, a man alone in the world with the realization that he'd lost someone. Trying to make amends. Seeing it from Bridges character's perspective I cried for how my Dad must have felt.
So, having balled my eyes out while not falling off the treadmill, I figure I should check in with Amy. Because it seems that when I am missing Dad, she is too. We are connected that way. Chit chat about this and that, and I bring up the movie.
"Have you seen it yet?"
"No, is it good?"
"Well, on the Dad-o-meter it's off the charts. Bridges character looks like Dad and I cried like a baby."
"I better not watch it then. I'm missing Dad."
"Yeah, me too."
Grief sucks.
Having been on a creative binge of sorts for a while I indulge in a few movies. I can't just sit and watch though, it drives me batty. Lacing up my shoes, turning up the volume, I set my treadmill in motion and enjoy the escape of a good story.
With the Oscars just around the corner, I catch "The Kids are Allright," "The Social Network," and "Crazy Heart." (Yeah Crazy Heart is from last year and Jeff Bridges performance was so good.)
I love it when a story brings forth emotion. I'm inspired and motivated by The Social Network. Gosh, why can't I invent the next biggest thing?
Crazy Heart on the other hand was off the charts for tears. Tears? Yeah. Tears. I mean it wasn't that sad of a story. Brdiges character reminded me so much of Dad. The unkept hair, dirty clothes, a man lost. There wasn't much similarity other than that, a man alone in the world with the realization that he'd lost someone. Trying to make amends. Seeing it from Bridges character's perspective I cried for how my Dad must have felt.
So, having balled my eyes out while not falling off the treadmill, I figure I should check in with Amy. Because it seems that when I am missing Dad, she is too. We are connected that way. Chit chat about this and that, and I bring up the movie.
"Have you seen it yet?"
"No, is it good?"
"Well, on the Dad-o-meter it's off the charts. Bridges character looks like Dad and I cried like a baby."
"I better not watch it then. I'm missing Dad."
"Yeah, me too."
Grief sucks.
Meeting Miss Lula Belle
After falling backwards, hitting my head on the compact snow and chattering my teeth, I decided to go shopping with the girls last Tuesday in Sun Valley. Best to rest my head for a day and give my whiplashed neck a break from the action. Time out for Wendy. And "they" say you don't need to wear a helmet when cross country skiing. I say they need to design a sleek line of helmets with fun design in mind while protecting the noggin from the occasional nordic mishap.
Carol, Vivi, Nancy, Joy and I headed into Ketchum Idaho and hit up the consignment shops first. In years past, the ladies had found quite the prize in this playground town for the uber rich.
The first stop was The Dollhouse. Perusing the goods, I didn't find anything I couldn't live without. Settling on the bench for trying on shoes, I wait for the ladies to finish shopping. The shop owner directed us to another consignment store down the road. "We refer back and forth you know? Keeps us in business. Head that way for 2 blocks and you'll find Consign Design."
Off we went. Stepping into the shop, we realize that this is an upscale store. Miss Lula Belle catches my eye immediately. She's sitting on the shelf, a bright spot amongst the brown and black offerings. I try her on, looking at her in the mirror. She's lovely and the price is too. Sitting her back down, I wander throughout the store.
Not being a fashionista, I ask Aunt Nancy what she thinks of Lula Belle. Lovely color but is the texture all wrong? The color is spring and summer, but the texture is all winter. I don't even know what you call it. Cow fur? It's one of my favorite colors, she's one of a kind, but I don't know. Will I use it?
We leave the shop, but Miss Lula Belle remains on my mind. Having taken a photo I decide to show James to see his reaction. If he doesn't say much I figure I can go back and buy her; if he says something it's unlikely I'd choose to use the bag much.
No reaction, "buy it Wendy," is all he says.
The following day, Aunt Nancy and I go nordic skiing (with helmet.)After lunch we head back into town and I go back to Consign Design. Miss Lula Belle sits on a different shelf, and my hopes are dashed for a brief moment until I see her. I guess it was meant to be.
The store owner tells me that Miss Lula Belle came in with an expensive herd. "She had $20,000 in handbags that had never been used." Inquiring about the designer, Temma Dahan, the owner didn't know much about her.
A few nights later, after our usual Rummikub competition, I googled Temma Dahan. Mind you, it was late, about 11.30pm. I didn't find much save for the tag line about the designer creating bags for the "modern princess." Uncle Clem, Aunt Nancy, Joy and I got a kick out of that. Lula Belle sat on the kitchen counter between us all.
"I'm a modern princess dammit," I say and Uncle Clem busts out laughing. We all do. As if Lula Belle will bring out the princess qualities in me. Perhaps I need to add a few rhinestones to her.
Sifting through more links, I try to find her worth. Hoping that she was one of the more spendy individuals in the herd, I can't find anything online. She's one of a kind.
Out of the blue, (I suppose pun intended,) Joy asks, "I wonder if she'll attract flies like cows do?"
We all laugh so hard that Joy is crying Nancy is wiping her eyes and Clem is leaning over the counter, he can't stand straight. Loud enough to get James out of bed and come in to see what all the fuss is about.
I now am on a quest to find a rhinestone fly to adorn Miss Lula Bell. Here she is out to pasture:
Carol, Vivi, Nancy, Joy and I headed into Ketchum Idaho and hit up the consignment shops first. In years past, the ladies had found quite the prize in this playground town for the uber rich.
The first stop was The Dollhouse. Perusing the goods, I didn't find anything I couldn't live without. Settling on the bench for trying on shoes, I wait for the ladies to finish shopping. The shop owner directed us to another consignment store down the road. "We refer back and forth you know? Keeps us in business. Head that way for 2 blocks and you'll find Consign Design."
Off we went. Stepping into the shop, we realize that this is an upscale store. Miss Lula Belle catches my eye immediately. She's sitting on the shelf, a bright spot amongst the brown and black offerings. I try her on, looking at her in the mirror. She's lovely and the price is too. Sitting her back down, I wander throughout the store.
Not being a fashionista, I ask Aunt Nancy what she thinks of Lula Belle. Lovely color but is the texture all wrong? The color is spring and summer, but the texture is all winter. I don't even know what you call it. Cow fur? It's one of my favorite colors, she's one of a kind, but I don't know. Will I use it?
We leave the shop, but Miss Lula Belle remains on my mind. Having taken a photo I decide to show James to see his reaction. If he doesn't say much I figure I can go back and buy her; if he says something it's unlikely I'd choose to use the bag much.
No reaction, "buy it Wendy," is all he says.
The following day, Aunt Nancy and I go nordic skiing (with helmet.)After lunch we head back into town and I go back to Consign Design. Miss Lula Belle sits on a different shelf, and my hopes are dashed for a brief moment until I see her. I guess it was meant to be.
The store owner tells me that Miss Lula Belle came in with an expensive herd. "She had $20,000 in handbags that had never been used." Inquiring about the designer, Temma Dahan, the owner didn't know much about her.
A few nights later, after our usual Rummikub competition, I googled Temma Dahan. Mind you, it was late, about 11.30pm. I didn't find much save for the tag line about the designer creating bags for the "modern princess." Uncle Clem, Aunt Nancy, Joy and I got a kick out of that. Lula Belle sat on the kitchen counter between us all.
"I'm a modern princess dammit," I say and Uncle Clem busts out laughing. We all do. As if Lula Belle will bring out the princess qualities in me. Perhaps I need to add a few rhinestones to her.
Sifting through more links, I try to find her worth. Hoping that she was one of the more spendy individuals in the herd, I can't find anything online. She's one of a kind.
Out of the blue, (I suppose pun intended,) Joy asks, "I wonder if she'll attract flies like cows do?"
We all laugh so hard that Joy is crying Nancy is wiping her eyes and Clem is leaning over the counter, he can't stand straight. Loud enough to get James out of bed and come in to see what all the fuss is about.
I now am on a quest to find a rhinestone fly to adorn Miss Lula Bell. Here she is out to pasture:
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Until We Meet Again
You come into my life as the leaves begin to fall in October.
We spend the holidays together. You greet me each morning yellow as the summer sun amidst the dark dreary Seattle days.
The creamy sensation as you touch my lips overwhelms my senses. I awaken with your spice.
And as the New Year rounds the corner, we settle into January knowing that our time together is short lived. I question the day that I must ask you to leave. It's not fair, but it has to be done. And sometimes it is not my choice, but rather left to others affecting our relationship.
Know that I love you; everything about you. Don't be sad.
I go through a range of emotions as I know you are soon departing. I get angry and what you've done to my body; but I am a willing participant. It's a vicious cycle we go through. The push and pull of oneness.
I put up walls to defend myself and show my strength. I won't let you see how lonely I'll be without you. Part of me wants a gentle goodbye, you waving and not losing eye contact with me until the distance is long between us. But I know what's best for me.
Don't let the door hit you EGGNOG!
See ya next year.
We spend the holidays together. You greet me each morning yellow as the summer sun amidst the dark dreary Seattle days.
The creamy sensation as you touch my lips overwhelms my senses. I awaken with your spice.
And as the New Year rounds the corner, we settle into January knowing that our time together is short lived. I question the day that I must ask you to leave. It's not fair, but it has to be done. And sometimes it is not my choice, but rather left to others affecting our relationship.
Know that I love you; everything about you. Don't be sad.
I go through a range of emotions as I know you are soon departing. I get angry and what you've done to my body; but I am a willing participant. It's a vicious cycle we go through. The push and pull of oneness.
I put up walls to defend myself and show my strength. I won't let you see how lonely I'll be without you. Part of me wants a gentle goodbye, you waving and not losing eye contact with me until the distance is long between us. But I know what's best for me.
Don't let the door hit you EGGNOG!
See ya next year.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Fuzzy
The mangy cat sauntered up the driveway on Wednesday evening as I pulled in after work. He looked back at me over his shoulder, paused and then kept walking.
It's the van cat. The one that James saw in the good old black van. Surprised that James hadn't scared the cat away, the scruffy thing has slept in the van for a few weeks now.
I feel bad for it and throw some dog food out on the driveway for it to find.
James comes home and I tell him that I think I'll be buying some cat food for the van cat.
"Probably a good idea."
Thus the Granthams may very well have an outdoor cat.
I put food and water in the van last night. The seat is COVERED in mangy cat hair. I'm surprised James hasn't closed up all the entry ways into the beast; there are probably too many to deal with.
I check on the cat this morning before work. He is resting on the seat, the food bowl knocked over and the water dish still intact. I sneak up on it and open the van door. He looks at me and slinks off the seat and exits from the engine compartment.
The food is eaten.
Reyde and I give him more sustenance tonight. He's drank plenty of water.
I suggest VAN CAT as the name of our new pet.
Or Vanny.
"No Mom, FUZZY."
Welcome Fuzzy the Van Cat to our world. Enjoy your new digs.
It's the van cat. The one that James saw in the good old black van. Surprised that James hadn't scared the cat away, the scruffy thing has slept in the van for a few weeks now.
I feel bad for it and throw some dog food out on the driveway for it to find.
James comes home and I tell him that I think I'll be buying some cat food for the van cat.
"Probably a good idea."
Thus the Granthams may very well have an outdoor cat.
I put food and water in the van last night. The seat is COVERED in mangy cat hair. I'm surprised James hasn't closed up all the entry ways into the beast; there are probably too many to deal with.
I check on the cat this morning before work. He is resting on the seat, the food bowl knocked over and the water dish still intact. I sneak up on it and open the van door. He looks at me and slinks off the seat and exits from the engine compartment.
The food is eaten.
Reyde and I give him more sustenance tonight. He's drank plenty of water.
I suggest VAN CAT as the name of our new pet.
Or Vanny.
"No Mom, FUZZY."
Welcome Fuzzy the Van Cat to our world. Enjoy your new digs.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Unmerciful Master
We had a guy in for an interview last month.
One of the team members asked him the question, "How would your employees describe your leadership style?"
"Unmerciful Master."
Things that make you go hmmm.
Sounds like a GREAT band name.
One of the team members asked him the question, "How would your employees describe your leadership style?"
"Unmerciful Master."
Things that make you go hmmm.
Sounds like a GREAT band name.
1 800 Pet Meds
A little bit like the post from last year, "425 2 Ply Sheets."
We had a prescription filled for Nitro at 1 800 Pet Meds. I delayed getting the refill as I figured I would have the hassle of getting the prescription filled, needing to have Nitro visit the vet, etc.
I brought the bottle in my lunch bag to remind me to call the vet. Looking at the bottle I see in the lower right hand corner that I have one refill remaining.
Woo hoo, no $300 vet appointment. We are good to go.
Looking all over the label I try to locate the phone number to call and place my order. I must have searched a good minute, constantly turning and turning the bottle.
This is ridiculous. Why wouldn't they have the number on the top like human prescriptions? Getting ready to go online and search for the number, I realize how silly this is.
Duh, 1 800 Pet Meds. The pretty large RED logo in the upper left hand corner. I personally think they ought to write the number in the small font too. You know, for those folks....
We had a prescription filled for Nitro at 1 800 Pet Meds. I delayed getting the refill as I figured I would have the hassle of getting the prescription filled, needing to have Nitro visit the vet, etc.
I brought the bottle in my lunch bag to remind me to call the vet. Looking at the bottle I see in the lower right hand corner that I have one refill remaining.
Woo hoo, no $300 vet appointment. We are good to go.
Looking all over the label I try to locate the phone number to call and place my order. I must have searched a good minute, constantly turning and turning the bottle.
This is ridiculous. Why wouldn't they have the number on the top like human prescriptions? Getting ready to go online and search for the number, I realize how silly this is.
Duh, 1 800 Pet Meds. The pretty large RED logo in the upper left hand corner. I personally think they ought to write the number in the small font too. You know, for those folks....
In Honor of Art Linkletter
A couple weeks ago James didn't get a real good night's rest. A neighbor of ours has a truck and trailer that gets parked on the side of the road from time to time. James always hears it pull up, gets out of bed, zips the blinds up (nothing slow, get those blinds up NOW,) opens the window and listens. 2am.
Yes, it's the truck and trailer. But he doesn't go back to sleep. Poor guy.
In the morning the conversation goes a bit like this:
"James, when I drove by the trailer it looked like the guy parked it pretty far onto the side of the road."
"Yeah, it's leaning pretty good into the ditch."
In the afternoon, Reyde and I are driving home. As I round the curve I see the truck and trailer on the side of the road. This is odd, it is usually gone by the time I get home. The guy is rocking the truck back and forth. Seems he got it stuck. But as I drive closer, I realize that "that guy," is my husband with our truck and race car trailer.
I roll down my window and casually say, "I'll park my car and come push."
"What good will that do?" Comment and tone said it all.
Instantly I judge the situation. We just talked about that other guy almost getting stuck. It rained and the ground is soft. I look over at our neighbors long gravel driveway next to the other neighbors long asphalt driveway. Why didn't James just park there? Well that must be a girl way of thinking.
Reyde and I get in the house, I change my shoes and walk over to "help."
James is driving the excavator along the side of the road. Chains up the front end of the truck and tells me to ease out of the ditch steering to the right.
Mind you, this is the first time I've driven the dually truck and let out the clutch. And what do you mean steer to the right? How far?
"Okay, I'll do it. "
"#$^!&@ I hope this doesn't roll over."
"James, if it does it does. No one is hurt and it can be fixed. That's what you would tell me."
I get in and move the seat so I can press the clutch down. Leaning to the right pretty far, I decide that a seat belt might be a good thing. Don't want to roll it over and find myself in the passenger seat.
Clutch release and steering to the right and we are out of the ditch. Thank God.
Now what does this all have to do with my title, "In Honor of Art Linkletter?"
Saturday morning Reyde and I head out to the race track. As we drive by the drainage ditch and see the freshly graded dirt, Reyde asks:
"Mom why did Dad go rock crawling in the creek?" I laughed out loud.
"Oh, he didn't mean to."
Yes, it's the truck and trailer. But he doesn't go back to sleep. Poor guy.
In the morning the conversation goes a bit like this:
"James, when I drove by the trailer it looked like the guy parked it pretty far onto the side of the road."
"Yeah, it's leaning pretty good into the ditch."
In the afternoon, Reyde and I are driving home. As I round the curve I see the truck and trailer on the side of the road. This is odd, it is usually gone by the time I get home. The guy is rocking the truck back and forth. Seems he got it stuck. But as I drive closer, I realize that "that guy," is my husband with our truck and race car trailer.
I roll down my window and casually say, "I'll park my car and come push."
"What good will that do?" Comment and tone said it all.
Instantly I judge the situation. We just talked about that other guy almost getting stuck. It rained and the ground is soft. I look over at our neighbors long gravel driveway next to the other neighbors long asphalt driveway. Why didn't James just park there? Well that must be a girl way of thinking.
Reyde and I get in the house, I change my shoes and walk over to "help."
James is driving the excavator along the side of the road. Chains up the front end of the truck and tells me to ease out of the ditch steering to the right.
Mind you, this is the first time I've driven the dually truck and let out the clutch. And what do you mean steer to the right? How far?
"Okay, I'll do it. "
"#$^!&@ I hope this doesn't roll over."
"James, if it does it does. No one is hurt and it can be fixed. That's what you would tell me."
I get in and move the seat so I can press the clutch down. Leaning to the right pretty far, I decide that a seat belt might be a good thing. Don't want to roll it over and find myself in the passenger seat.
Clutch release and steering to the right and we are out of the ditch. Thank God.
Now what does this all have to do with my title, "In Honor of Art Linkletter?"
Saturday morning Reyde and I head out to the race track. As we drive by the drainage ditch and see the freshly graded dirt, Reyde asks:
"Mom why did Dad go rock crawling in the creek?" I laughed out loud.
"Oh, he didn't mean to."
Thursday, January 07, 2010
A simplified explanation...
Of my new favorite subject.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwNRd1jrE0k
A shout out to my sister's co-worker for sharing this with Amy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwNRd1jrE0k
A shout out to my sister's co-worker for sharing this with Amy.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
New Year, New Words
Had dinner with my in laws last night. A few of their neighbors were in as well. Certainly a different mix of people for James and I to interact with.
After dinner, we retired to the living room to visit. A variety of subjects came up. I don't know how we got to "plate tectonics," but a neighbor went on about this subject for a very long time. It's science and I started to glaze over. Absolutely no interest. And he continued on. Finally, a break in the conversation and I said, "you know my interest in science ended back in elementary school wth the litmus paper turning blue and red."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plate_tectonics
After dinner, we retired to the living room to visit. A variety of subjects came up. I don't know how we got to "plate tectonics," but a neighbor went on about this subject for a very long time. It's science and I started to glaze over. Absolutely no interest. And he continued on. Finally, a break in the conversation and I said, "you know my interest in science ended back in elementary school wth the litmus paper turning blue and red."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plate_tectonics
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Don't compare your inside with someone else's outside
Saw this quote in a book today. Love it. Must remind myself of it every day.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Umbrellas and turtlenecks
UMBRELLAS
I am 40 and 11/12ths. Why is it that I begin using an umbrella now? It is beyond me why I am concerned about being wet now. I've lived here all my life. I'm using a $1 dollar umbrella from China. It's as random as my train of thought here.
TURTLENECKS
I want my neck to be warm. It's cold outside, and I sit in the convergence zone at AMMEX. Right smack in the middle of the two zones of heat. Lots of cool area buzzing about and a little like playing, "HOT/COLD". As I walk to the conference room, I hear in my mind, "you're getting warmer, warmer, warmer, HOT." Same deal walking to the ladies room.
So I head to the mall tonight to get a sweater that I saw on a gal at lunch. No such luck. Plenty of sweaters with V necks, scoop necks, exposed necks. Okay, no need to show my cleavage in November, December, January. I think I'll pull out my $2 scarf that I picked up in 06 at the Great Wall.
Nothing fashionable about my umbrella and scarf. Functional? Check. Affordable? Check.
I am 40 and 11/12ths. Why is it that I begin using an umbrella now? It is beyond me why I am concerned about being wet now. I've lived here all my life. I'm using a $1 dollar umbrella from China. It's as random as my train of thought here.
TURTLENECKS
I want my neck to be warm. It's cold outside, and I sit in the convergence zone at AMMEX. Right smack in the middle of the two zones of heat. Lots of cool area buzzing about and a little like playing, "HOT/COLD". As I walk to the conference room, I hear in my mind, "you're getting warmer, warmer, warmer, HOT." Same deal walking to the ladies room.
So I head to the mall tonight to get a sweater that I saw on a gal at lunch. No such luck. Plenty of sweaters with V necks, scoop necks, exposed necks. Okay, no need to show my cleavage in November, December, January. I think I'll pull out my $2 scarf that I picked up in 06 at the Great Wall.
Nothing fashionable about my umbrella and scarf. Functional? Check. Affordable? Check.
Friday, November 06, 2009
You never cease to amaze me kid
Reyde's artistic talent continues to flourish. He joined Art Club at school; we are thankful that a local artist is donating her time to teach children the basics of art. Theory, types of brush strokes, shading of color, styles of art. What a blessing.
Last night, Reyde drew these pictures at Miss Vicky's. I asked him if he'd learned this at Art Club. Nope. Did you see it in a book at school? Nope.
"Mom, it was in my mind."
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Hmm. Art has never been in my mind like this.
So I thank God for giving Reyde the gift of art. He'll be the last kid on the block to have his own computer, probably won't touch email and instant messaging like his Dad, but he'll have nurtured his creative talent.
Last night, Reyde drew these pictures at Miss Vicky's. I asked him if he'd learned this at Art Club. Nope. Did you see it in a book at school? Nope.
"Mom, it was in my mind."
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Hmm. Art has never been in my mind like this.
So I thank God for giving Reyde the gift of art. He'll be the last kid on the block to have his own computer, probably won't touch email and instant messaging like his Dad, but he'll have nurtured his creative talent.
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Baby Got Back
Out at Grandma Betty's this past weekend. She shared some of her baby photos.
Baby Betty Got Back.
I'll have to scan James and my photos in the same pose.
Family. It's the greatest.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Breaking Up!
I hate the way you make me feel.
I am a strong woman and can live without you.
The awful feeling I get in my stomach after I've been with you is too much to bear.
I'm sorry, I know you've been a part of my life for a very long time, but it's time to say goodbye. We'll probably have those awful, "I can't live without you, let's try it one more time" dates.
But I will grow stronger. It is for the best.
Bye bye beef. I can't do it anymore. Chicken, it's what's for dinner.
I am a strong woman and can live without you.
The awful feeling I get in my stomach after I've been with you is too much to bear.
I'm sorry, I know you've been a part of my life for a very long time, but it's time to say goodbye. We'll probably have those awful, "I can't live without you, let's try it one more time" dates.
But I will grow stronger. It is for the best.
Bye bye beef. I can't do it anymore. Chicken, it's what's for dinner.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Kellie Daisy
Pretty name. One that I will use.
My night didn't quite go as planned. James and Reyde were to be out of the house, running an errand. As I left the office tonight, Natalia asked me what I was doing tonight.
"I don't know where to start! I've got three hours to myself and so many things to do," I replied as I headed out the door.
1 task completed that was not on the list and my phone rings.
"Where you at? Are you close to home?"
"Yes, just coming through Des Moines, why what's up?"
"Reyde doesn't want to go tonight."
Sigh. "Okay, I'll be there in 2 minutes."
I selfishly set Reyde up with the small DVD player in his room and told him that I want to watch my TV and get on the treadmill. He is cool with that, bless his little soul, and I continue watching the movie, August Rush.
Good story, a bit predictable, love the actress who played Felicity, and the love interest is cute with a fab accent. The gist of the story being two adults who have unrealized dreams. Music. (Okay, there is more but I am not spoiling it for you.)
Love it when a book, show, movie, song, makes me cry. Not loving it so much as I am walking on the treadmill, at an incline, huffing and puffing, crying and wiping away the tears at the same time.
There is a quote out there, let me see if I can find it...nope, can't find it. But it is something along the lines of all of us have stories inside of us. It is the precious few that put pen to paper and share them with others. Don't take yours with you.
I am a bit sqeamish about writing that sentence. Fear that I can die tomorrow and not accomplish my creative goal.
Watching the movie, I am inspired to create. I've got the book name, the first sentence, the story, and now possibly my pen name. So where is the segue to the post title?
I can't recall how old I was, I'm sure Amy remembers. Standing in the section of vendors underneath the stadium stands at the Evergreen State Fair, I ask Mom if I can get a silver identity bracelet, and she says sure. The vendor takes the bracelet and asks me what name I want engraved. Standing and thinking, Amy asked me if I was gonna give the gal my name. I replied, "well I don't know what name I want on it." My thinking was to have it be a pretend name so I could pretend I was someone else, not Wendy.
Yes, you guessed it, Kellie got engraved that afternoon, and my sister rolled her eyes. (Mind you not for the first time and certainly not the last.)
And I just like Daisy. Good pen name. Maybe I'll add a surname. Maybe I won't.
My night didn't quite go as planned. James and Reyde were to be out of the house, running an errand. As I left the office tonight, Natalia asked me what I was doing tonight.
"I don't know where to start! I've got three hours to myself and so many things to do," I replied as I headed out the door.
1 task completed that was not on the list and my phone rings.
"Where you at? Are you close to home?"
"Yes, just coming through Des Moines, why what's up?"
"Reyde doesn't want to go tonight."
Sigh. "Okay, I'll be there in 2 minutes."
I selfishly set Reyde up with the small DVD player in his room and told him that I want to watch my TV and get on the treadmill. He is cool with that, bless his little soul, and I continue watching the movie, August Rush.
Good story, a bit predictable, love the actress who played Felicity, and the love interest is cute with a fab accent. The gist of the story being two adults who have unrealized dreams. Music. (Okay, there is more but I am not spoiling it for you.)
Love it when a book, show, movie, song, makes me cry. Not loving it so much as I am walking on the treadmill, at an incline, huffing and puffing, crying and wiping away the tears at the same time.
There is a quote out there, let me see if I can find it...nope, can't find it. But it is something along the lines of all of us have stories inside of us. It is the precious few that put pen to paper and share them with others. Don't take yours with you.
I am a bit sqeamish about writing that sentence. Fear that I can die tomorrow and not accomplish my creative goal.
Watching the movie, I am inspired to create. I've got the book name, the first sentence, the story, and now possibly my pen name. So where is the segue to the post title?
I can't recall how old I was, I'm sure Amy remembers. Standing in the section of vendors underneath the stadium stands at the Evergreen State Fair, I ask Mom if I can get a silver identity bracelet, and she says sure. The vendor takes the bracelet and asks me what name I want engraved. Standing and thinking, Amy asked me if I was gonna give the gal my name. I replied, "well I don't know what name I want on it." My thinking was to have it be a pretend name so I could pretend I was someone else, not Wendy.
Yes, you guessed it, Kellie got engraved that afternoon, and my sister rolled her eyes. (Mind you not for the first time and certainly not the last.)
And I just like Daisy. Good pen name. Maybe I'll add a surname. Maybe I won't.
Monday, August 03, 2009
If only...
Okay so I see this video link on a gal's facebook page that I went to school with. See? See I tell you. This is the exact reason why I suffered my John Hughes moments thinking I am not normal. That I should have friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0
I love this video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0
I love this video.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
You know you're tired when....
Your thought process goes something like this!
As I unwrap a new roll of toilet paper last night, I notice under the Kirkland brand logo,
"425 2-PLY SHEETS."
Wow, that's kinda cool. Costco puts their phone number on the wrapper for any consumer issues. Nationwide, they use the "425" area code. Cool, that the brand touts the local area code. Wonder if they have had so many issues that they need to put a phone number on the wrapper.
Duh.
Under the wrapper, please find 425 pieces of 2 ply toilet paper sheets.
While I know some great thinking CAN occur on the toilet, this is not one of the better epiphanies...flush.
As I unwrap a new roll of toilet paper last night, I notice under the Kirkland brand logo,
"425 2-PLY SHEETS."
Wow, that's kinda cool. Costco puts their phone number on the wrapper for any consumer issues. Nationwide, they use the "425" area code. Cool, that the brand touts the local area code. Wonder if they have had so many issues that they need to put a phone number on the wrapper.
Duh.
Under the wrapper, please find 425 pieces of 2 ply toilet paper sheets.
While I know some great thinking CAN occur on the toilet, this is not one of the better epiphanies...flush.
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