Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Another week, another...

...everything....

I looked at all my camera phone pictures I took recently and they're all blurry except for ones I can't post (pictures of friend's babies). 

Renewed a 6 month lease on my apartment today.  Ugh.  I hate apartment living.  Unfortunately after weighing pros/cons etc, staying here for at least another 6 months made the most sense.

It was a beautiful day today...almost 70 degrees...which is rare for May in the Pacific Northwest.  Atticus and I spent 2 hours at the dog park before we visited a friend's new house who lives nearby.  We got back too late for me to make any super good dog biscuits, so I hopped on the internet instead and hope that he'll forgive me.

I got to audit an interview at my work today....that was interesting.  Its weird being on the other side of the table.  A lot less nerve-racking.

Here's a picture from last week.  My friend Katie (one of the 3) wanted to make some head bands so she came over to use my sewing machine.  Thats how cool I am.  :)  Her dog is sitting under the table.

Random picture from my lunch 2 weeks ago - a perfect heart in the middle of my chip.  Jalapeno, in case you were wondering.
Thats about it.  Life is both busy and boring and the same and ever-changing all at the same time.

Right now I am enjoying these last few minutes of silence before I go get ready to Zumba and go to work. 

Accustomed to the veneer of noise, to the shibboleths of promotion, public relations, and market research, society is suspicious of those who value silence. ~ John Lahr

Friday, May 13, 2011

cranky

Atticus woke me up 2 hours before my alarm went off this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep.  This after I rescued my brand new shoe from him after I came home this morning - he was using it as a chew toy. 

Cranky.

View from our morning walk























"Just because you say its a crime doesn't make it one."
~ An angry citizen, to me

Sunday, May 8, 2011

My ink...my art...my mother....

My art.  I love thread sketching.

A tiny little camera purse!

Padded, to protect my mom's point & shoot....

What would it be without an antique button?

I did something different w/ the card.  The white/brown heart is actually leather cording I got at Tuesday Morning that is absolutely good for nothing except looking cool.  Any amount of pressure on it....it breaks.  So....I used it to make 3-D art. 














































































I love you, Mom!!!!

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. ~ Tenneva Jordan

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Another one off the list

Yesterday I went to the driving range with a friend...


I was actually able to occasionally get the ball to the 54 yard flag. 

I definately have a new found appreciation for golfers.  Or at least people who can hit the ball with any sort of accuracy.

Yesterdays golfing + a cold I'm harboring = I'm kind of miserablish today.  Sore muscles, sore throat etc.

Not so miserable that I can't give a hint about tomorrow's post...

I call this..."My ink".....






















Golf is a good walk spoiled. ~ Mark Twain

Friday, May 6, 2011

Presents

One of my coworkers (not another dispatcher if that tells you anything) gave me this yesterday for winning an award.

Cake balls!!!!

















They were super delicious.  Even more delicious because they were a surprise. 

I don't really like to be publically recognized.  But feel free to recognize me as much as you want with dessert. 

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who love chocolate, and communists.
~ Leslie Moak Murray

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Just because

I bought myself a necklace and thought I'd show you. 

Pretty, right?






















I have a lot of things swirling around my head.  Lucky me I get to go to work and add some more swirls. 

To be nobody but yourself in a world doing its best to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human can ever fight and never stop fighting.
- e. e. cummings

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Five
















Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
~ William Shakespeare