Today, I worked my second day at a new childcare position, at a new education facility, with a new company. I met so many smiling faces between the ages of 1 and 40. My good friend dropped his upstanding bass off at my house, completely knowing and trusting me with it, and still is willing to pay me to paint it...with whatever theme I want. I visited my friends at Seattle Children's Hospital, since their daughter (who is only 7 weeks old) has been there for a week with RSV. The Father of this dynamic duo, his Mother passed away on Christmas day. I will be attending her memorial service tomorrow at 1pm at Cross of Christ Church. I have met someone...and I don't care what he thinks of me at this very moment, despite how I worry, I'm glad I have met him, and each encounter is one subtle surprise after another. It may not last, it could end at any time, and I still don't care, because I just feel so lucky. I spent New Year's Eve with friends who have no idea how much I cherish them. After 90 days at the new job, I'll get benefits for the first time in my life. I do not live with my parents, and managed to keep that to total, under a year's time.
Things could definitely be worse, but could not be better...or at least that's how it feels to me, at this very moment.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Monday, December 3, 2012
Bad Zipper
Who knows how they begin...or why they grow...or how to put a stop to them once they're there; bad moods have a mind of their own, and on this particular Tuesday morning, Nina Gina November Nelson, felt off!
Her mind raced. Her limbs twitched and fidgeted wildly. She found herself forgetting to blink. She instantly regretted negative, snappy, sarcastic comments launched at her family members, after she had said them. She muted her temper at school to avoid conflict, which just led to tripping over everything in site, and blanking when Ms. Kaleidoscope called upon her in class.
"I don't know the square root of whatever...and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't eat this root, even if it were square, triangular, or shaped-like my Aunt Susan's behind."
At recess, she hid in the big tires on the playground for the sake of sitting somewhere silent...but no matter, it didn't work! She now knew where the boys emptied their bladders when no one was looking...she just wished it hadn't accidentally been in the place she'd hoped to hide in peace.
Her favorite teacher found her sitting outside the classroom door with her head in her hands, and so graciously offered her her hoodie...but once Nina Gina November Nelson slipped her second arm through the second sleeve and went to zip the zipper all the way up...the zipper got stuck a third of an inch past her belly-button.
For a lack of a better way to put it...all hell broke loose, on that Tuesday afternoon, and Nina never could recall just where her manners went at that very moment.
Her mind raced. Her limbs twitched and fidgeted wildly. She found herself forgetting to blink. She instantly regretted negative, snappy, sarcastic comments launched at her family members, after she had said them. She muted her temper at school to avoid conflict, which just led to tripping over everything in site, and blanking when Ms. Kaleidoscope called upon her in class.
"I don't know the square root of whatever...and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't eat this root, even if it were square, triangular, or shaped-like my Aunt Susan's behind."
At recess, she hid in the big tires on the playground for the sake of sitting somewhere silent...but no matter, it didn't work! She now knew where the boys emptied their bladders when no one was looking...she just wished it hadn't accidentally been in the place she'd hoped to hide in peace.
Her favorite teacher found her sitting outside the classroom door with her head in her hands, and so graciously offered her her hoodie...but once Nina Gina November Nelson slipped her second arm through the second sleeve and went to zip the zipper all the way up...the zipper got stuck a third of an inch past her belly-button.
For a lack of a better way to put it...all hell broke loose, on that Tuesday afternoon, and Nina never could recall just where her manners went at that very moment.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Faceebook Fail
1. Found out today that my Great Aunt, Jo Ann reads my blogs...and my last post was totally boy/private parts/romance related. Hopefully she has a sense of humor! Otherwise, this year's family Christmas card from her might be awkward. Meh! What are you gonna do, right? Hi, Aunt Jo Ann! Think of it like me waving at you from the camera of a talk show, but it's got the closed captions on, and you're just reading this to yourself thinking...my God, what's wrong with this girl.
2. Called in sick to work today...which I swear, I always feel guilty for, because I always manage to feel okay by mid-day. I can't even enjoy it! I woke up at 10am this morning to find that my room mate's couch cushion had been further digested or destroyed by her dog. Me, and my swollen left eye (from sinus pressure, no one beat me about the face), slowly swept up the mess, pleasantly thinking my room mate has already offered to buy me dinner on Friday with how much I help out with the dog. Maybe I can tally up the times I help...but that would be mean, and unlike me! I just hope it gets better, before his behavior gets worse, and he decides to start munching on all the furniture. What if we have to start sitting Asian style in the living room?! Brody is secretly aware of these fears, and is acting upon them. What a smart dog! And downright fucking evil! Anyways, I've managed to watch two episodes of Parenthood, drink a whole French press of coffee, start the Princess and the Frog (cause the Shadow Man intrigues me), and draw out an inside joke from a couple weeks back. Long story short, a couple weeks ago, on a most fortunate Sunday, this woman selling handmade greeting cards approached me in a bar on Capitol Hill, Seattle...and told me if I bought 6 cards, I got a free motor-boat with purchase. How can you resist an offer like that when you've had 6 beers? Yes, before you ask, there's pictures proving this happened, but they're never going to be on Facebook. Well, I decided it would be funny to draw out the one that said, "Dear _________, Even if you were the last unicorn on Earth, I'd still fuck a horse. Sincerely, __________" It's perfect, and my "fan-art," of sorts, just adds to the twisted tale. I found the woman's blog account, and couldn't help but subscribe. Please check it out, because I hate glitter, and willingly putting my nose between her body-glitter-sprayed tits just has to supported, as well as her work! Her blog is www.Superalisa.com
3. During Thanksgiving with the family in Concrete, Washington (middle of fucking nowhere, Washington), I took moments here and there to isolate myself with Grandma's art supplies at the dining room table before eating not that much grub, 'cause I was sick. Jody, my cousin, grabbed my sketchbook and started thumbing through it. She found a rather disturbing page with a bizarre creature on it, that I, of course, drew myself. My two favorite animals are the frog and the flamingo, and I wanted to see what the combined, love child of the two would look like. Well, my friends, as you can imagine, it wasn't a pretty picture, and I'm pretty sure that's why God doesn't approve of cross-breading outside of veggies and flowers...who knows, maybe he doesn't approve of that either. Hopefully that doesn't turn into all farmers and nursery workers going to hell for tampering with the "design." Did I mention I wasn't religious? Anyways, my cousin is waving my sketchbook around, showing it to all my older relatives, shouting, "She's YOUR daughter!" That's when I realized, I had placed a caption next to the creature that read, "Frogs and flamingos shouldn't fuck!" I was embarrassed for a split second, and then once I saw the confusion and laughter that followed...it was worth it. Maybe I should share my creativity more often.
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4. I struggle with the thought of a career path perfect for me on a daily basis...as you all know, or have read. It keeps me up at night, and it's probably is the reason I have taken to the red wine (but not enough to be a drunk, just enjoying my youth, don't judge). I draw as often as I can, and spend hours daydreaming about what the next doodle or postcard or piece will be. The list gets longer...and the hours I spend dreaming of being a teacher are becoming fewer and farther between. Is it a sign? A rather handsome friend of mine has started to steal road signs for me, specifically "Sidewalk Closed Ahead" signs. I now, technically have two. They're a whole 'nother inspiration entirely, and I'm excited to know (and feel somewhat awful) that someone is willing to steal for my cause. I may have told him I wouldn't object to his fingers getting stickier. I'm a terrible influence, but you know...he started it!
Hopefully things simmer down soon, but more than likely, they'll just go up in flames! Love life, and baby-steps.
2. Called in sick to work today...which I swear, I always feel guilty for, because I always manage to feel okay by mid-day. I can't even enjoy it! I woke up at 10am this morning to find that my room mate's couch cushion had been further digested or destroyed by her dog. Me, and my swollen left eye (from sinus pressure, no one beat me about the face), slowly swept up the mess, pleasantly thinking my room mate has already offered to buy me dinner on Friday with how much I help out with the dog. Maybe I can tally up the times I help...but that would be mean, and unlike me! I just hope it gets better, before his behavior gets worse, and he decides to start munching on all the furniture. What if we have to start sitting Asian style in the living room?! Brody is secretly aware of these fears, and is acting upon them. What a smart dog! And downright fucking evil! Anyways, I've managed to watch two episodes of Parenthood, drink a whole French press of coffee, start the Princess and the Frog (cause the Shadow Man intrigues me), and draw out an inside joke from a couple weeks back. Long story short, a couple weeks ago, on a most fortunate Sunday, this woman selling handmade greeting cards approached me in a bar on Capitol Hill, Seattle...and told me if I bought 6 cards, I got a free motor-boat with purchase. How can you resist an offer like that when you've had 6 beers? Yes, before you ask, there's pictures proving this happened, but they're never going to be on Facebook. Well, I decided it would be funny to draw out the one that said, "Dear _________, Even if you were the last unicorn on Earth, I'd still fuck a horse. Sincerely, __________" It's perfect, and my "fan-art," of sorts, just adds to the twisted tale. I found the woman's blog account, and couldn't help but subscribe. Please check it out, because I hate glitter, and willingly putting my nose between her body-glitter-sprayed tits just has to supported, as well as her work! Her blog is www.Superalisa.com
3. During Thanksgiving with the family in Concrete, Washington (middle of fucking nowhere, Washington), I took moments here and there to isolate myself with Grandma's art supplies at the dining room table before eating not that much grub, 'cause I was sick. Jody, my cousin, grabbed my sketchbook and started thumbing through it. She found a rather disturbing page with a bizarre creature on it, that I, of course, drew myself. My two favorite animals are the frog and the flamingo, and I wanted to see what the combined, love child of the two would look like. Well, my friends, as you can imagine, it wasn't a pretty picture, and I'm pretty sure that's why God doesn't approve of cross-breading outside of veggies and flowers...who knows, maybe he doesn't approve of that either. Hopefully that doesn't turn into all farmers and nursery workers going to hell for tampering with the "design." Did I mention I wasn't religious? Anyways, my cousin is waving my sketchbook around, showing it to all my older relatives, shouting, "She's YOUR daughter!" That's when I realized, I had placed a caption next to the creature that read, "Frogs and flamingos shouldn't fuck!" I was embarrassed for a split second, and then once I saw the confusion and laughter that followed...it was worth it. Maybe I should share my creativity more often.
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4. I struggle with the thought of a career path perfect for me on a daily basis...as you all know, or have read. It keeps me up at night, and it's probably is the reason I have taken to the red wine (but not enough to be a drunk, just enjoying my youth, don't judge). I draw as often as I can, and spend hours daydreaming about what the next doodle or postcard or piece will be. The list gets longer...and the hours I spend dreaming of being a teacher are becoming fewer and farther between. Is it a sign? A rather handsome friend of mine has started to steal road signs for me, specifically "Sidewalk Closed Ahead" signs. I now, technically have two. They're a whole 'nother inspiration entirely, and I'm excited to know (and feel somewhat awful) that someone is willing to steal for my cause. I may have told him I wouldn't object to his fingers getting stickier. I'm a terrible influence, but you know...he started it!
Hopefully things simmer down soon, but more than likely, they'll just go up in flames! Love life, and baby-steps.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Who The...What The...Huh?!
So, I'm...I'm...having a hard time putting all this shit into words, but here goes.
My head is going to explode, I swear I can feel my pulse in the pit of my stomach, either that or my stomach has floated up to my ribcage, and has decided to take up a permanent residency there. Odd things freak me out, and put me on the verge of panic attacks, like when you realize you're in a $17-$20 a plate restaurant, and there's someone sitting across the table from you in a button-up shirt. Or when you're asked whether or not we're going to eat out or cook in for the night...but wait, no, let's grab wine first, then take a leisurely stroll through the grocery store...'cause that's apparently what kids are doing these days.
Hold the effin' phone here! That sounds awfully grown up. You don't seem to realize that I'm perfectly satisfied with just movies in bed...there doesn't even have to be movies.
Your option sounds nice too...
"You don't want to be a grown up? Grown ups get to be immature and yet some how more mature."
Just let the pants melt off now...'cause I'm floored! WHO ARE YOU?!
My head is going to explode, I swear I can feel my pulse in the pit of my stomach, either that or my stomach has floated up to my ribcage, and has decided to take up a permanent residency there. Odd things freak me out, and put me on the verge of panic attacks, like when you realize you're in a $17-$20 a plate restaurant, and there's someone sitting across the table from you in a button-up shirt. Or when you're asked whether or not we're going to eat out or cook in for the night...but wait, no, let's grab wine first, then take a leisurely stroll through the grocery store...'cause that's apparently what kids are doing these days.
Hold the effin' phone here! That sounds awfully grown up. You don't seem to realize that I'm perfectly satisfied with just movies in bed...there doesn't even have to be movies.
Your option sounds nice too...
"You don't want to be a grown up? Grown ups get to be immature and yet some how more mature."
Just let the pants melt off now...'cause I'm floored! WHO ARE YOU?!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Beginnings, Butterflies, and Peek-a-Boos!
So, here's the what's what, kids. I'm insane. I know, I know; we all knew this right? Well, except I'm still shocked at how often I have to remind myself of this fact...just so the world, and the happenings a-happenin' stop shocking me on a daily basis.
Free motor-boats with purchase, yes/no/maybe check-boxed make-out invitation cards, boys, screaming children with ear infections, not sleeping enough, piercings, wine, card games that make absolutely no sense to me...because they're DnD wannabes, a Microsoft Surface, ....just nothing about my life makes a lick of sense to me.
EXCEPT TODAY!!!
Here's where I just throw in the towel, and say to whoever's listening: "HIYA! I'm gonna talk nonstop after three cups of coffee, wanna rock out to Amanda Palmer with me, text me at 3am on a worknight, and then complain that we just shoulda gone to bed when we had the chance? You do? Sweet!" Huh? That already sounds like me? Well, it is...but I'm willing to finally come to terms with it. I'm 25, scared of nothing, except my own shadow, and the imaginary failure police that we have yet to prove doesn't exist. I'm here to kickass, and just be me. I feel electric, and nothing can parade on my rain!
Read it again, it's right, I swear!
Damnit....
Free motor-boats with purchase, yes/no/maybe check-boxed make-out invitation cards, boys, screaming children with ear infections, not sleeping enough, piercings, wine, card games that make absolutely no sense to me...because they're DnD wannabes, a Microsoft Surface, ....just nothing about my life makes a lick of sense to me.
EXCEPT TODAY!!!
Here's where I just throw in the towel, and say to whoever's listening: "HIYA! I'm gonna talk nonstop after three cups of coffee, wanna rock out to Amanda Palmer with me, text me at 3am on a worknight, and then complain that we just shoulda gone to bed when we had the chance? You do? Sweet!" Huh? That already sounds like me? Well, it is...but I'm willing to finally come to terms with it. I'm 25, scared of nothing, except my own shadow, and the imaginary failure police that we have yet to prove doesn't exist. I'm here to kickass, and just be me. I feel electric, and nothing can parade on my rain!
Read it again, it's right, I swear!
Damnit....
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Selfishly Wishing to Hop Ponds,
I've been temp Nannying for a family in Bellevue for the last week and a half...and my heart goes out to them hardcore.
They're moving to London for Mom's new job opportunity through Microsoft. I think Dad had mentioned that he'd be a stay at home dad for a while, and I can tell he's scared shitless about so many things. I give him props though; in a marriage, that takes a ton of devotion, trust, and love to do what he's willing to put his family through. I'm jealous; I loved England so much, and I hope his family loves it too.
He has three wonderful children, and they all drive him completely mad.
I'm jealous of a family like that, love oozing out of the floor boards. You know frustration like that just comes from having children with large personalities, and hearts the size of the house they live in. They live the good life.
Dad picked up his youngest from the hotel room last night, and admitted to me he couldn't find all the passports!
Whoa...buddy! If I could gift you your peace of mind back, I so would!
Good luck in London, White family! Take it by storm, and if the locals give you crap for your Amurrican accents...just tell 'em: "Eff you, we're Canadian!"
It's been a fun week, and certainly heart-warming.
I love my job...sometimes it's just hard saying good-bye to some kids.
They're moving to London for Mom's new job opportunity through Microsoft. I think Dad had mentioned that he'd be a stay at home dad for a while, and I can tell he's scared shitless about so many things. I give him props though; in a marriage, that takes a ton of devotion, trust, and love to do what he's willing to put his family through. I'm jealous; I loved England so much, and I hope his family loves it too.
He has three wonderful children, and they all drive him completely mad.
I'm jealous of a family like that, love oozing out of the floor boards. You know frustration like that just comes from having children with large personalities, and hearts the size of the house they live in. They live the good life.
Dad picked up his youngest from the hotel room last night, and admitted to me he couldn't find all the passports!
Whoa...buddy! If I could gift you your peace of mind back, I so would!
Good luck in London, White family! Take it by storm, and if the locals give you crap for your Amurrican accents...just tell 'em: "Eff you, we're Canadian!"
It's been a fun week, and certainly heart-warming.
I love my job...sometimes it's just hard saying good-bye to some kids.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
"What Does it Take to be Lonesome?"
I have the day off, on this fine Wednesday, October the 17th. I didn't get dressed till noonish, I watched Boy Meets World and Buffy for part of the day, whilst doodling and making fine pieces of Postal Art on my couch. I have a cuddly pooch fighting for my affections, and he doesn't know this yet...but, Sir Brody, you'll get to walk me down the marsh today. I have kept track of time passing by counting the number of coffee cups I've dranken...and coincidentally the number of times I've had to pee already (feels like a couple times each hour, I swear). It's a hard knock life, but someone's got to enjoy today; I won't complain that it's me for once.
I'm loving harmonizing to these guys!
*pause*
Gotta pee again! Excuse me.
I'm loving harmonizing to these guys!
*pause*
Gotta pee again! Excuse me.
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