Crazy with a side of Awesome Sauce

This is a story that should be told from the beginning

2012-01-22T14:41:00.000-08:00

I had a whole different blog post planned for this weekend. But then Life, that scamp, threw another wrench in my plans. Well played, Life. Well played. Wait. I should back up. I had planned on blogging about 2 things. One, I've been having a really rough time in my living situation, which I've kept mum about for the last month or so because I was afraid of crazy bitch backlash, but I was

Photo of the Day: Portland's version of snow

2012-01-17T07:02:00.000-08:00

It snowed for 2 whole minutes the other day in my neighborhood so of course I ran outside to get lots of photos, which ended up just looking like raindrops because it was so wet the damn snow wouldn't stick. Le sigh.

calling me crazy

2012-01-14T22:29:00.000-08:00

Hello, my lovelies. How are you this January day? I'm sitting cozily, wishing it would snow and finally finding a time to write. I've had this post brewing in my head for almost a week now. Several posts actually, but I've been a busy chiquita. In good ways mostly and new things are also brewing and frothing but which I can't talk about yet. I hate keeping secrets from the Internet, but what

one eighty

2012-01-08T18:19:00.000-08:00

I wasn't gonna write this week because I had kind of a crummy week and didn't really feel like I had anything to share. Nothing dramatic. I just either got a touch of some flu or some rogue gluten made its way into my food stuffs. I wasn't super sick either, not laid up in bed or camped out on the bathroom floor. No, I was just sick enough to feel constantly uncomfortable which made me feel

A Very Seattle Christmas

2012-01-03T22:49:00.000-08:00

Behold! My Seattle photos. I'm sharing these sans commentary so if you have questions about any particular shots, please do give me a holler. :) I want to thank everyone so insanely much for the super sweet and supportive comments this last month or so. I know I don't respond individually, but I read each and every one and give you a little (and sometimes not to little) virtual hug. Much love to

epic existential post just in time for that arbitrary changing of the calendar which I so love

2012-01-01T19:45:00.000-08:00

It's a whole new year. Didja know that? What would you all do if I weren't here to tell you things? I love New Years. I always have. I've mentioned this before. It's a combination of things really. One, New Years was always the best holiday at my house growing up. Christmas, Thanksgiving, you can have 'em. Those were always full of stress. But New Years? Everyone would come over to my house

somebody that I used to know

2011-12-29T12:19:00.000-08:00

I swear I’m writing posts of substance right now. I figured out a couple things and I also want to share some stories. Truth. But until I finish those, here’s what’s really popping my cork these days. Gotye is bar none my favorite music discovery this year. I love him (it? them?) and I pretty much listened to Making Mirrors on a loop my entire Seattle trip. And this song? This song is honey on

Thoughts on Jesus

2011-12-26T21:16:00.000-08:00

A week or so ago, as my friend and I were looking at Christmas lights, we saw a house with a sign on the lawn that said: A Savior is Born JESUS Just in case you were thinking it was a different savior whose birth is usually associated with this time of year. I can just picture the converstion that went into making the sign. Let's make a sign that tells people a savior was born! Which

drunken Christmas eve blogging

2011-12-24T20:50:00.000-08:00

I'm writing from gorgeous rarely, but it was today, sunny Seattle. Though it's not sunny right now. Right now it's nighttime and I just got back to my hotel after eating my body's weight in sushi and green tea ice cream and wine. I'm in my happy place finally. Also: a little sloshed. Which was the point of this trip. Why am I in Seattle? Well why the fuck not? All my friends and fam are in

the saga of the broken bed

2011-12-18T15:13:00.000-08:00

So, before we broke up, the ex and I broke my bed. Yup. That happened. You can guess how. You can also do the math and given that the last time we had sex was over a week before he dumped me, you'll see how effing long this saga truly, truly is. It's an epic, folks. I'm like Odysseus. Minus Medusa. But the break wasn't actually that bad. It was just the plastic foot that goes in the corner of

Epiphanies and Dreams

2011-12-16T20:45:00.000-08:00

Random Self-Portrait Cozy sweater? Check. Favorite sweat pants? Check. Too much wine, per usual? Check. Let the blogging commence. Not to belabor the whole break up thing, I mean it HAS been like a month and a half or something. Right? How long has it been? I'm told you get half the time that you were in the relationship to get over it. So I'm right on track, methinks. Anyway, I had

the wearing of the red

2011-12-11T16:52:00.000-08:00

The point of this post is meant to be happy, but I'm in a fairly cranky state due to my drinking entirely too much for the third weekend in a row, thus incurring a most evil hangover. My head is just doing that womp womp womp and I kind of want to rip it off and trade it in for a better one. Maybe one with better eyesight and less sensitive skin, while I'm at it. Point being? This post may turn

Game Changer

2011-12-04T15:59:00.000-08:00

I barely know where to begin. This week was big. Do you ever have one day that changes your whole perspective? Yeah, that. That. I had a scare last week. I doubt I have to come right out and say it. You know the scare. The holy-mother-fucking shit-what-the-hell kind of scare. There's this moment, when you're moaning and complaining about how you feel and all of a sudden it dawn on you that OH

Alone

2011-11-27T17:54:00.000-08:00

So how many weeks has it been since my ass was dumped and my heart ripped out? Two? Three? The days are all blurring into one and I can't really keep track. Plus this long vacation threw me off of thinking in terms of a calendar. Nonetheless, here I am. Here I am. I'm kind of miserable. Maybe I shouldn't share that. He probably still reads this thing and that would seem pathetic or something

Photo of the Day: Sparkly Black Friday

2011-11-25T13:44:00.000-08:00

I've always hated Black Friday, but for more selsfish reasons that opposing the gluttony and consumerism of the US (which I do, I guess). Because of my many years in retail, and thus working many, many Black Fridays (the most stressful day of retail, after of course working in a bookstore on the day a Harry Potter book came out), I refuse to go in any store on the day after Thanksgiving. Refuse

Photo of the Day: Leaf on a Windowsill

2011-11-23T18:41:00.000-08:00

This little guy somehow made it into my apartment, up the stairs, and onto my bedroom windowsill, where it made me smile. I don't love Thanksgiving, but I do love Fall...and the little things that bring joy.

Dreams

2011-11-21T18:08:00.000-08:00

So I just read this book, The Dream Manager (which, whether you read it for work or for yourself, you should so check out), and at the end, you get to make your own dream list (makes sense if you read the book). And, I couldn't help sharing mine. This couldn't have come at a better time. I've been in so much upheaval that it was so great to sit back, reevaluate, and figure out what's important.

one week later and I'm alright

2011-11-13T13:14:00.000-08:00

On the upside, if there's anything I'm pro at, it's breaking up. I've done this A LOT. A lot a lot a lot. There are rarely any surprises anymore when it comes to how I'll deal. I know just how to get through. I've got my playlist, my books, my breakup buddies. I know just what happens at each stage (though duration varies, naturally). Unlike my last hard breakup, where I didn't eat much for two

Same old song

2011-11-06T15:52:00.000-08:00

And then I got dumped. Yet again. How did I even find myself here? How is it that all of my friends love and appreciate me but no romantic partner ever has? I suspect it's for the best. But right now I just feel unappreciated. And stupid.

Changes

2011-11-06T12:41:00.000-08:00

I've still been struggling. I know it's not been long, but impatience is the hardest part of finding yourself again. I've been making baby steps, trying to do some things I love, find some creative "me" time, but it's slow going. As is probably normal. But this liminal space, this weird middle place where I know what I want but can't quite get there, is really damned hard. And subsequently, I

A hearty chuckle

2011-10-30T17:15:00.000-07:00

As is usually the case, after Hot Pants goes out drinking, he passes out in my bed. Dead to the world. Doesn't matter how much he drank either. That man makes sleeping an Olympic sport. Good luck waking him up. So, the other night, he'd done just that. Then I awake at some point in the middle of the night and can just make out his dark shadow standing in the corner of my room on my side of the

a little bit lost

2011-10-24T22:59:00.000-07:00

I feel like I'm losing myself. I'm not sure where I went, but I can't quite find myself again. I've always said that I met myself during my travels and, if that's true, maybe it becomes easy to lose oneself when you stay stagnant. I haven't really traveled in a long time. I'm not talking about my trip to California, I'm talking about truly traveling, experiencing somewhere new, meeting a new

these are some banging laws

2011-10-23T22:28:00.000-07:00

This made me happy: Via: Medical Insurance

I shoot people!

2011-10-16T14:25:00.000-07:00

When I was in California, I had the amazing opportunity to do an engagement shoot for my favoritest cousin Lindsey and her fiance John. These two were already some of my favorite people on the planet, so I can't tell you how cool it was to photograph them. It was the first engagement session I've done (or any kind of formal people photography really) and I was really, really nervous. But they

I didn't die in California. Promise.

2011-10-05T19:35:00.000-07:00

So yeah. I've been back for like 2 weeks or a week and a half. Or something. I can't be bothered to do the actual math. I also haven't written a post since before I left for California and don't even think about making me do THAT math. I may just eat your head. I am so close to quitting blogging. And let me tell you...it's not for any dramatic reasons. I just don't want to do it anymore. I never