tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46812914970075873882024-03-05T09:36:13.256-07:00..just one bite.......................random excerpts from the beautiful disaster that is my lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-76582190368006848202015-04-23T04:46:00.000-06:002015-04-23T04:46:58.717-06:00Can I recant... the Fannypack?Many years ago I wrote an essay somewhere regarding fanny packs. I cannot find it now, but I think I have to recant my stance. I recently wore a fanny pack to the zoo and I gotta tell you ... it was not only convenient, stylish, but an eye grabber!
It didn't hurt that it said "Fiesta Texas" on it and used to belong to my Gram. I could grab things with two hands, pay for lunch without setting Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-26329029014964924322015-04-13T09:00:00.000-06:002015-04-13T09:00:01.094-06:00let's talk about music... seriouslyokay ... i am desperate. i need new music.
this is a contest. the winner will be handsomely rewarded.
first, read this.
this is a classic, general list of music that has saved my life.
with everything that has happened, and my general "uncoolness"... i need to find some new music that will rock my soul like the above playlist.
if you can help me out, i will reward you. i am not just saying Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-39117696801955302452015-04-12T22:56:00.002-06:002015-04-12T23:17:20.468-06:00leftovers
i am a fan of Chuck Palahniuk. no question. did you know he wrote a (comic) sequel to Fight Club 10 years after the original Fight Club? yup. i didn't have any idea. but he did. more details are here for those of you who are interested. anyway, the quote above is worth talking about. yes, we all die. we do. and there is no rule or guide or book that says when our time will come. but when it Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-86014978254148824562014-09-12T11:38:00.000-06:002015-03-25T22:58:20.197-06:00we've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?i am looking for another job (either a second job or a happier one) and every interview seems to go really, really awesome. until i think about it later. i've determined i turn into Buddy the Elf at every job interview.
interviewer: "have you ever worked in a call center?"
me: "no, but i love them!"
interviewer: "why?"
me: "well there was a guy named Mike that called me like three years ago Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-67959220400751355382014-09-11T12:18:00.001-06:002014-09-11T12:20:52.656-06:00my, my, what a mess was madetoday is weird. like, i get veteran's day and memorial day because it's an opportunity to show gratitude, remember the sacrifices people have made for lazy, greedy, selfish people like me. but today, it's like 'never forget'. why? nothing good came about it? it was a horrible terrible day. please forget, not forgive or understand or ignore, but maybe we could forget.
if my brain didn't forget Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-38503818160097219202014-08-15T23:14:00.000-06:002015-04-12T23:15:23.656-06:00Bloggerrheaforgive me if i repeat myself, this bloggerrhea has been going on for
five and a half years. i am sure this is not the first time i am
repeating exactly the same thing, or that i have contradicted something
i've written. but i have a little secret for you: people change.
opinions, perceptions, beliefs change over time. we grow up, experience
more. we change. and that's okay. as long as you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-41502367799752790102014-02-13T02:18:00.001-07:002014-02-13T02:19:18.655-07:0039i am feeling melancholy.
it's cold, it's dark, it makes me weary.
my calendar confirms it's february.
39 things i did on my 39th birthday:
1. made cupcakes.
2. got a pedicure.
3. ate a steak.
4. drank some beer.
5. drank some whiskey.
6. cried when my baby sister gave me a thoughtful gift.
7. cried when The Teenager made me breakfast, surprised me with the perfect gift, and spent the entire dayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-23227547781891460562014-01-15T02:40:00.001-07:002014-01-16T00:17:09.303-07:00hard headedlet me preface the following by saying that i understand the futility in arguing with close-minded people. i understand what a closed mind is. it's not called "closed" because it has the promise of opening during business hours. it is closed. for good. out of business. bankrupt. defeated. no chance of entertaining shifting its business model and re-opening. and the longer it is out of business, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-54523871516930495982014-01-07T10:18:00.001-07:002014-01-07T10:24:41.796-07:00The Truth of the Tooththe story i am about to tell you is true.
i have been unable to sleep peacefully for several weeks and haven't slept at all for the past two nights. i have had a playful migraine since Thanksgiving. i spent the last eight hours laying in bed, pining about what to do, who to call, where to go. only creating an incredibly "real" feeling of contemplating the contemplation of alternatives. so that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-47611347466277624342013-11-20T16:31:00.002-07:002013-11-20T16:31:54.249-07:00i'm REALLY in lovei love this. i love that i saw this today. i am IN LOVE. thank you jeanette leblanc.
HOWEVER ... i keep seeing things like this and thinking, this is how i live. and people don't really live like this. people don't admire people who make millions of mistakes. people don't appreciate uncertainty or even conviction. if you live your truth, you likely won't survive in the world. seeing goodness Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-19251610552201661582013-11-20T08:24:00.000-07:002013-11-20T08:24:00.201-07:00it's officiali need to redesign or retire my blog.
the end of the year seems apropos to do such a thing. so it shall be done.
i finally accepted what is winter. it's about 37 degrees and i believe it's going to start dumping more snow on us by thursday. which is fine. i may have been a little dramatic but i hate being cold. i hate that it is dark at 5pm. i am counting on The Teenager to go somewhere warm Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-26398517030638317832013-10-10T06:31:00.001-06:002013-10-10T06:31:13.549-06:00here it comes ...that heavy feeling of winter. the sudden urge to become a hermit. a real fear that you may not survive the cold winter. all projects, work, happiness, sunshine, and progress come to a screeching halt, and you're not only paralyzed, you don't really care. there is no thinking about ... if you don't pull it together, shit is going to get ugly. there is no placating others. it almost feels like Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-87883881679451665172013-09-29T00:13:00.000-06:002013-10-10T06:12:25.853-06:00the cold nonsense of beingi started writing this a week or so again. i deleted it for many reasons but am now posting it for Karma. just in case she needs it.
i have had a hard time connecting with the world today, i guess being sick and losing steve martin* in one's life forces you to finally. hit. the. breaks. and. stop. i always over promise, double book, run out of time, lose the keys, forget to take out the garbageUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-91218854617842773782013-07-07T22:39:00.001-06:002013-07-10T18:11:25.299-06:00this is the sound of silencei can't recall the last time this happened. somehow, i need to make it happen more.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-56008763695053843532013-07-05T08:57:00.000-06:002013-07-07T03:49:56.366-06:00pyromaniai was looking for some inspiration to power through the day so i decided to just start writing. i know the ebb and flow of events in my life will never suddenly slow into a calm existence, just like the tide of the ocean will never stop lapping back and forth from the shore. hearing waves crash is one of my favorite sounds; i have gotten familiar with the rhythm and as long as the rocking doesn'tUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-29366622256744857072013-07-01T13:51:00.001-06:002013-07-01T20:09:18.880-06:00i should live in saltthis summer in the SLC is going to be full of live music that i have been craving for far too long. thanks to the twilight concert series, i will be spending thursday evenings in the sticky heat watching bands play that i never thought i'd see in utah. for example, belle and sebastian. seriously? fistpump!
tickets to every concert are only $5. who in salt lake came up with this line up? because Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-60323920594080447372013-03-21T01:20:00.000-06:002013-03-21T10:36:12.416-06:00credit fraudi've never really been a fan of clichés, but lately i have been mentally reciting the really old one: "it's amazing what is accomplished when nobody is worried about taking the credit." i guess it's human nature to want to feel important, be recognized or rewarded for hard work. i understand that. it is a fundamental human need. and sure, it bugs me when people take credit for my work but not to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-69148695008176080462013-02-25T05:16:00.000-07:002013-02-25T05:19:30.452-07:00you're as cold as iceit is frigid. ridiculously cold. the heater decided to go on the fritz in the middle of tonight. taking out the garbage was benumbing. it's not a friendly chill. i despise it. how many more winters will i subject myself to this? chilled to the bone?
i'm totally annoyed with the cold. i'm annoyed with the jackass credit card company from 8 years ago garnishing my paycheck, i'm bored by doing Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-20685016839327291602013-02-14T09:23:00.000-07:002013-02-16T23:45:48.903-07:00Nicholas Sparks Sucksi don't like nicholas sparks. in fact, i consider him to be a horrifying combination of steve jobs and the monomaniac who created the carl's jr. ads with naked women eating hamburgers.
he's a literary wilt chamberlain, a real life "dirty rotten scoundrel", a con artist, a sweetheart scammer, an incredibly sexist writer of modern day fairy tales. and he's good--real good. because women buy into Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-15575912414386572802013-01-23T11:21:00.001-07:002013-02-14T04:29:22.139-07:00balance.balance has many different meanings. my life is very balanced. not in the sense that my checking account has every been reconciled, there is not an even distribution of weight (or responsibility) around the house, and we don't always stay on a well balanced diet. but i'm balanced in the sense of ... i can walk on a tightrope, carry a baby, write an email, wrangle a teenager, drink a cup of coffeeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-21800239527244266222013-01-21T23:06:00.001-07:002013-01-22T10:11:55.674-07:008 Days of KarmaDay 1: Soooo, I am going to have our marketing assistant pick you up from the airport, then I'll make you stay in the break room until I'm off five hours later, and then we'll eat steaks and drink clear-colored shots of cranberry-whiskey.
Day 2: Today I am going to leave you at my house for 18 hours while I work. You'll spend the day starving, watching my children, and meeting my mother. I'll Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-55947221109416337032012-09-30T21:46:00.000-06:002012-09-30T21:49:03.514-06:00Not if, but when
I know the day will come when women are treated fairly and equally. I hope my daughters are part of that movement. Still, the biggest question I have is why aren't women treated equally? When did it all start? Who made it okay? I won't go off on this topic, but it's something to think about. Maybe we should seek restitution or something.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-63787497743771529562012-09-27T03:44:00.000-06:002012-09-27T03:48:26.786-06:00beavers, politics, and lockoutsover the last week and a half, Lu has decided that her bed time is from 10pm to 12am with party time starting at 1am and lasting until 6am, which is when i have to wake up. as a result, i have been getting very little sleep and am totally sleep deprived. missing four or five nights of sleep makes me crazier than usual. last night i thought i saw a real live beaver dart across my bedroom. you knowUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-79889989727752387382012-07-30T00:44:00.000-06:002012-07-31T23:32:19.158-06:00i'm not a unicornthis post is about the chimera of chivalry. and it's going to be all over the place...
i went to the Walmarts tonight because i was long overdue to buy a lawnmower. i hated doing it but i couldn't find a decent lawn service and i was over borrowing lawn mowers and Sears didn't have the one i wanted and Home Depot was confusing ... etc etc. (enthralling, right.) anydamnway, i paid for a lawnmowerUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681291497007587388.post-51658030671358935342012-07-28T19:02:00.001-06:002012-07-30T00:44:32.130-06:00Five Things I Need1. Love letters with just the right amount of sentiment.
2. Kisses with no ulterior motive or simultaneous boob grab.
3. Alone time.
4. Someone who appreciates me instead of competing with me.
5. To be treated like a lady; doors opened, compliments; dates; occasional flowers; thoughtful gifts; protection.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1