She's not crazy, just a little misunderstood...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Confessions:

I can be horrible, even more so to my friends.
I avoid things I fear or that appear difficult.
I text too much and call to little.
I punch holes in walls and commit other destructive acts when I let my anger rule me.
I expect too much.
I expect too little.
I judge people based on personalized license plates.

undeserving, again

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 18:46:00 +0000

As much as I've failed and betrayed, I am astonished by the ideals of Truth that remain in my brain and heart, and the chances I get to share them.

Plaster of Despair

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 23:44:00 +0000

Experiment, skim directions
Trial A
Realize Trial A failed
Mourn Trial A remains
Trial B
Success!

Me too.

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 21:52:00 +0000

ASBO Jesus

ewww

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 00:11:00 +0000

You know you lead a life full of ghetto-ness when your grocery checkout girl loses a pink, blue, and silver fingernail inside your 12 pack of Dr Pepper, and you find said nail 2 weeks later.

Suppose...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 23:05:00 +0000

As much as I'd love to be labelled as a "creative," what I'd really love is to be a "facilitator."

I am the queen of unfinished projects. Great ideas that reach various stages of fruition but never reach that point of completion. I'm not so vain that I think this is a problem only I have. I'm sure there are so many other with closets, portfolios, and hard drives full of works-in-progress.

My initial thought was "Someday, when I run a gallery and frame shop I'll have specific shows featuring unfinished work. But what if we as a community of artists gathered to hold some sort of unfinished project collective. . . A place to share ideas and inspire each other. . . Musicians, painters, knitters, poets, etc. . . All media, all stages welcome.

How can I make this happen?
Or am I the only kook with more half finished canvases than shoes?

DUFFy

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 19:17:00 +0000

Recently I was told I was fat, ugly, and stupid.
This was all said in context of a joke, but the damage was real.
The bad things are so much easier to believe that the million ensuing apologies and compliments.

Be careful. Your words are your greatest weapon.

Sail and Sailing, Hopeless and Hoping

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 17:16:00 +0000

Finally finished...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 00:51:00 +0000

I used to be way smarter...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 17:33:00 +0000

On December 31, 2007 I wrote:

"I've learned some things are wrong because God says so, and that's all that matters."

Ok, so maybe it's a little more complicated than that, but right now that's where I need to [re]start...at His will. The why can come later, but if I'm honest I usually already know why, I just want to justify around it to do what I want.

My fear...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 02:17:00 +0000

God, Devil, Self

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 20:20:00 +0000

I never thought of it like that, but yeah.

Somewhere along the way I heard someone speak about the devil using selfishness as a way to attack us, and I totally agree. So, putting both ideas together kinda explains our ridiculous drive to rock it out on our own and never ask for help, and also our struggle to be happy with ourselves.

More than anything or anyone, I want to be friends with myself...
Why is that so hard?

8 years ago...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 20:40:00 +0000

Can you find me?

Mr. Sandman and I are at war

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 21:45:00 +0000

I haven't slept well in nearly 2 months. Benadryl, ativan, melatonin, klonopin, audiobooks...nothing works. Last night I started contemplating ways to hang myself because I was so miserable and out of my mind. I called my mom around 2am, weeping, but still no luck. Finally I went outside, rode my bike a bit, pitched a tent and finally slept a couple hours. Came back in around 7 and "slept" til noon.

This is not normal, and definitely not ok.

Naked Ladies! [...but not that kind...]

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 00:11:00 +0000

If I ever get married I want these everywhere...

black and blue...ish...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 02:08:00 +0000

Crafting would be much easier if I had nice and/or fun handwriting...

My knees and other less generic body parts got a beating at polo last night.

Today I rode through the neighborhood...I'm gonna miss summer.

And lasagna.

productive? why yes, I am...[rarely]

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 22:08:00 +0000

So after laying in bed, feeling sick and sorry for myself, I decided I needed to do something with my day. The sun was shining and I took that as a sign that I needed to work on the back door.*

Of course, there's a giant ant pile** there and being allergic I decided they had to go. I biked to Besser Hardware (love that store!) and a friendly blue haired boy helped me pick a method of mass annihilation:

While in line I noticed their door handle etc selection and also picked up this little screw in cap thingy to cover the gaping hole left by some door hardware long since removed.

So, despite "sleeping" til noon I killed ants and capped a door hole. Yay me.
[AND I blogged! Really, who is this girl??]

*Last year I painted the front door and promised to do the back someday. We've since changed landlords so who knows if my semi-shady compensation agreement still holds.

**Seriously, HUGE. This thing is like the Shanghai of the ant world.

really, it does...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 23:59:00 +0000

The shadow really does prove the sunshine...

No shame in high maintence snoozing...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 07:42:00 +0000

I just pulled four band-aids out of my pillowcase. No wonder I can't sleep. Screw you Princess with Pea issues...

Legit Skills, right?

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 04:48:00 +0000

Seriously, why can't I include "able to sing along to every song on The Little Mermaid" to my resume???

or maybe I'm just peter pan

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 22:23:00 +0000

Lately I've been wondering if I missed my calling as a junior high literature teacher...
Don't get me wrong, I still don't like kids, but junior high people are in the midst of chaos, much like myself, so I feel their pain...kinda...
Also, I'm addicted to audiobooks. Seriously addicted. For really real. And I find myself drawn to YA fiction. Partly its the length...I'm afraid of most books audiobooks that last more than ten hours. Seven-ish hours is ideal. Maybe its ADD, maybe just a fear of commitment. Whatever the reason, most YA books fit this requirement.
I wanted to like the Twilight stuff, but I'm sorry, I just couldn't. Too much scifi and melodrama. My favorite? Anything by John Green. Once, while listening to Looking for Alaska, I did the ugly cry in the middle of Funwash.

Awkward, yes...but this was Funwash.

SCBPC

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 20:30:00 +0000

[exceeding description]

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 05:14:00 +0000

"...alright, go iron and get your therapy..."

[so says the boy to me tonight]

The ability to make a wrinkled mess into something crisp and pressed is indescribably calming...and that the boy knows this in indescribably delightful...

Hug It Out

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 20:46:00 +0000

Can't play today so I allowed myself one video:

Unchained Polo from Mr.Do on Vimeo.

*sniff*
Beautiful.

An issue of integrity, kind of...

noreply@blogger.com (...drc...) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 00:30:00 +0000

So, due to some creative phone-plan contriving, my niece has ended up with a cell phone and texting abilities...Yes, she is seven...

This situation begs for mischief and corruption. . . can you really blame me??

Tonight's interaction:

HP: Hi
DRC: Hi! Go hug your mom and tell her she has spagetti eyeballs and is beautiful, ok?
HP: No
DRC: Why? She will like it and give you a big hug, and I will give you a quarter

This is why I should not be trusted around children.