so it goes like this.
the man is awesome in every way shape and form.
driving home today i couldn't remember the lyrics to amazing grace.
i know, silly. i just couldn't though.
anyway, after being completely frustrated (which reflects many areas of my life right now as well), i turn up the radio.
k-love. always.
guess what starts playing?
chris tomlin-amazing grace.
i loose it.
tears, sobs, the works.
it was just one of those moments that you realize things like this are not a coincidence. i don't know why i became so absolutely overwhelmed because of this moment, but i am very glad i did. very glad i did.
i love i-70.
now, i love it even more.
...k-love is getting a phone call tomorrow.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
soapy
Sitings today:
1-man on mo-ped with girl on his back talking on the phone holding the phone on his shoulder.
2-man on bike who looked to be smoking but was eating chocolate while heaving and puffing biking up a hill.
3-bird poop outside my office window that looked to be artistically in the shape of the backside of an man.
i wrote all of these and more on my hand as i saw them today.
i washed my hands and thesea re the top three i can remember.
1-man on mo-ped with girl on his back talking on the phone holding the phone on his shoulder.
2-man on bike who looked to be smoking but was eating chocolate while heaving and puffing biking up a hill.
3-bird poop outside my office window that looked to be artistically in the shape of the backside of an man.
i wrote all of these and more on my hand as i saw them today.
i washed my hands and thesea re the top three i can remember.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Mad as a red hen!
I gave in.
...
I clicked on a facebook ad.
I know, I know, you can say it-whimp.
I couldn't help it though-each day I would look to the right and see these little balls in this guys hands and I would think 'whaaaaaat?'. (They are tea balls, relax). So today, I clicked.
Ooooooh boy. What fun happened after that. I'll let you click too.
So funny.
The way he speaks is priceless. Slow in the beginning and then he speeds up at the end of every sentence. Mono tone is a given, it adds to the classicness of internet ads, obviously.
http://easyweightlosstea.com/
Ps-I have the cutest puppy ever. I've spent the past week at home with her. Soooooo precious in every way. Honestly. Even when she piddles by the door. I'll see it, call her name, and I don't hear anything. So I go straight for her bed-there she sits looking up at me with a guilty but forgiving look on her face like 'I tried to hold it, but I'm too young to bark loud enough for you to hear...I went on the wood so it's easier to clean for you, please forgive me??' Lilly Anne is only nine weeks old but so smart. She knows sit very well. Stay is something that is 50/50. She also really likes the game 'where is lilly???' screamed across the house and she comes running. It's cute. She sleeps a lot as well. I know that every morning I'll wake up with her looking up at me like, 'hey hey hey, I've been awake since seven-lets play!!' and then twenty minutes after we play she gives up and simply walks up to my lap, and curls up for a nap. It's wonderful. Lilly Anne does NOT like walks. She's ok in the front yard, but the minute she hits the road she's like 'Ummm...no thanks. this is uncharted territory and I'm not comfortable enough yet to go nuts over it. Lets go back on the grass please?'
She weighs four pounds now. Getting so big. Cutie.
Sidenote: As smart as they say Boston Terriers are, why does mine eat rocks? She likes them. Chickens eat rocks. Chickens are the dumbest creatures known to man. Honestly, they are-look them up. I don't understand this.
I want a bigger bed. I forgot how great it is to sprawl out in a large bed. You can't do this in a twin bed. It's nice at home.
(Top picture, not my puppy, but I forgot I had pictures of her until after I loaded this one. But she looks exactly the same. It's wild).
...
I clicked on a facebook ad.
I know, I know, you can say it-whimp.
I couldn't help it though-each day I would look to the right and see these little balls in this guys hands and I would think 'whaaaaaat?'. (They are tea balls, relax). So today, I clicked.
Ooooooh boy. What fun happened after that. I'll let you click too.
So funny.
The way he speaks is priceless. Slow in the beginning and then he speeds up at the end of every sentence. Mono tone is a given, it adds to the classicness of internet ads, obviously.
http://easyweightlosstea.com/
Ps-I have the cutest puppy ever. I've spent the past week at home with her. Soooooo precious in every way. Honestly. Even when she piddles by the door. I'll see it, call her name, and I don't hear anything. So I go straight for her bed-there she sits looking up at me with a guilty but forgiving look on her face like 'I tried to hold it, but I'm too young to bark loud enough for you to hear...I went on the wood so it's easier to clean for you, please forgive me??' Lilly Anne is only nine weeks old but so smart. She knows sit very well. Stay is something that is 50/50. She also really likes the game 'where is lilly???' screamed across the house and she comes running. It's cute. She sleeps a lot as well. I know that every morning I'll wake up with her looking up at me like, 'hey hey hey, I've been awake since seven-lets play!!' and then twenty minutes after we play she gives up and simply walks up to my lap, and curls up for a nap. It's wonderful. Lilly Anne does NOT like walks. She's ok in the front yard, but the minute she hits the road she's like 'Ummm...no thanks. this is uncharted territory and I'm not comfortable enough yet to go nuts over it. Lets go back on the grass please?'
She weighs four pounds now. Getting so big. Cutie.
Sidenote: As smart as they say Boston Terriers are, why does mine eat rocks? She likes them. Chickens eat rocks. Chickens are the dumbest creatures known to man. Honestly, they are-look them up. I don't understand this.
I want a bigger bed. I forgot how great it is to sprawl out in a large bed. You can't do this in a twin bed. It's nice at home.
(Top picture, not my puppy, but I forgot I had pictures of her until after I loaded this one. But she looks exactly the same. It's wild).
Friday, August 8, 2008
apc2
I'm not sure exactly what it was.
However, what left the scene of the crime looked soooomething like this...
but not before it scratched me and left a mark on my arm.
badger.
ok ok ok, i'm just kidding.
the bush just smells.
there is nothing in it.
it just smells funny.
literally, i smelled the bush all up and down that green, the leaves just smell.
However, what left the scene of the crime looked soooomething like this...
but not before it scratched me and left a mark on my arm.
badger.
ok ok ok, i'm just kidding.
the bush just smells.
there is nothing in it.
it just smells funny.
literally, i smelled the bush all up and down that green, the leaves just smell.
August Safari
It's getting worse.
Way worse.
There are swarms of flies developing now.
I took the afternoon off and I'm grabbing the fireplace sticks and going in.
Wish me luck.
Way worse.
There are swarms of flies developing now.
I took the afternoon off and I'm grabbing the fireplace sticks and going in.
Wish me luck.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Boogy
The boogy I am referring to is not the British accent for the green pickle treasure that comes out of your nose if you dig for it. No. I am referencing the boogy thing in my bush in front of my house.
I feel like there is something dead in it. Every time I walk by the bush of green out front, it smells like...words cannot describe. If death smelt like this, maybe so, but I'm not sure. It's awful. I would call the landlord, but what if it's nothing? Loser. That's what I would be. I would peek my head it...but-ha. No.
I will just wait for the boys to come into town.
Until then, Christmas is early at the Pierre house with decorations of Pine Tree car jars
I feel like there is something dead in it. Every time I walk by the bush of green out front, it smells like...words cannot describe. If death smelt like this, maybe so, but I'm not sure. It's awful. I would call the landlord, but what if it's nothing? Loser. That's what I would be. I would peek my head it...but-ha. No.
I will just wait for the boys to come into town.
Until then, Christmas is early at the Pierre house with decorations of Pine Tree car jars
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Look their-there car is on fire-see!
There was a car on fire in the parking lot of burger king about thirty minutes ago.
I first sought out the smoke to see where it was coming from.
Then I did a loop to see what was going on after I saw flames.
By the time I drove through city party (because I missed by turn-distracted by calling a friend telling him to drive by and see the sight) I had missed the actual distinguishing of flames.
I am from a small town.
Farmer's market tomorrow followed by an amazing garage sale. I mean amazing. I would capitalize 'amazing' but I don't want to flaunt the word. Trust me though...life changing almost.
T9 mess ups are great.
Funny.
I like when people write in 'slash' or ''quote' because it takes to long to actually find the little thing. Lazy. But I do it. Hypocrite.
I don't understand how you are able to pass 3rd grade English without knowing certain English skills which are 'required' for all types of writing.
Example: it's (apostrophe goes before the s. it and is are pushed together). not its.
they're (they & are meshed together. not theyre, not their, and NOT there.
they're.
their (possessive).
there (direction).
You should also add an 's to things that are possessive. Such as 'the owner's
car'. ALSO, some plural words. 'Houses' roofs'.
I hope I'm right...or as some might say 'write' about these apostrophe words because that would be really embarrassing. However, the only ones that really bother me are their, they're and there. So simple yet so misunderstood...well, no, so overlooked and uncared for.
For more information or to correct my false tellings of the apostrophe please visit http://owl.english.purdue.edu/handouts/grammar/g_apost.html
Good ol' Purdue.
Words in this blog I have had to google spell check and copy slash paste over.
distinguishing
capitalize (forgot the a, not my fault)
hypocrite
apostrophe
My spelling is not great, but I know where my commas go.
I first sought out the smoke to see where it was coming from.
Then I did a loop to see what was going on after I saw flames.
By the time I drove through city party (because I missed by turn-distracted by calling a friend telling him to drive by and see the sight) I had missed the actual distinguishing of flames.
I am from a small town.
Farmer's market tomorrow followed by an amazing garage sale. I mean amazing. I would capitalize 'amazing' but I don't want to flaunt the word. Trust me though...life changing almost.
T9 mess ups are great.
Funny.
I like when people write in 'slash' or ''quote' because it takes to long to actually find the little thing. Lazy. But I do it. Hypocrite.
I don't understand how you are able to pass 3rd grade English without knowing certain English skills which are 'required' for all types of writing.
Example: it's (apostrophe goes before the s. it and is are pushed together). not its.
they're (they & are meshed together. not theyre, not their, and NOT there.
they're.
their (possessive).
there (direction).
You should also add an 's to things that are possessive. Such as 'the owner's
car'. ALSO, some plural words. 'Houses' roofs'.
I hope I'm right...or as some might say 'write' about these apostrophe words because that would be really embarrassing. However, the only ones that really bother me are their, they're and there. So simple yet so misunderstood...well, no, so overlooked and uncared for.
For more information or to correct my false tellings of the apostrophe please visit http://owl.english.purdue.edu/handouts/grammar/g_apost.html
Good ol' Purdue.
Words in this blog I have had to google spell check and copy slash paste over.
distinguishing
capitalize (forgot the a, not my fault)
hypocrite
apostrophe
My spelling is not great, but I know where my commas go.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Inch Worm Inch Worm Measuring the miracle...
You know how some things you'll never in a lifetime forget? You might not think of them often but once in a while something will spark that memory with flashbacks and instantly everything will replay through your mind in full detail? I love that.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too.
I haven't read Where the Sidewalk Ends in YEARS. Today I picked it up, dusted it off and began reading. When I got to this poem suddenly in my mind, my mom was reading it. It was in her voice. Then it all came back in one giant storm of memories of how my nightly rituals as a child would go.
My mom would tuck me into bed first, then she would leave to tuck my brother in while my dad would play guitar sitting in that old wooden chair until his hand fell asleep and then my mom would come in and sit with me stroking my hair or rubbing my back singing the same songs dad did. Inch worm was a favorite of mine.
...or, she would read to me. For some reason I remember her reading this poem.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Went for a ride in a flying show.
"Hooray!"
"What Fun!"
"It's time we flew!"
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too.
Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Over the sun and beyond the blue.
"Hold on!"
"Stay in!"
"I hope we do!"
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
Knows what's
Happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too.
I haven't read Where the Sidewalk Ends in YEARS. Today I picked it up, dusted it off and began reading. When I got to this poem suddenly in my mind, my mom was reading it. It was in her voice. Then it all came back in one giant storm of memories of how my nightly rituals as a child would go.
My mom would tuck me into bed first, then she would leave to tuck my brother in while my dad would play guitar sitting in that old wooden chair until his hand fell asleep and then my mom would come in and sit with me stroking my hair or rubbing my back singing the same songs dad did. Inch worm was a favorite of mine.
...or, she would read to me. For some reason I remember her reading this poem.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Went for a ride in a flying show.
"Hooray!"
"What Fun!"
"It's time we flew!"
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too.
Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Over the sun and beyond the blue.
"Hold on!"
"Stay in!"
"I hope we do!"
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
Knows what's
Happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Zoe
I have a new sister.
She's wonderful in every way.
I haven't met her yet, but I can't wait to!
Keep in mind my new sister is an eight week old boston terrier.
Our families dog, daisy, died this fall of old age. It was traumatic.
We didn't know if we could have another dog, but my parents ran across an ad in the paper this morning, went to meet the litter and feel in LOVE. I'm so glad that they did.
Sad story, she doesn't have a name yet.
I put in my bit.
Zoe.
I wanted stella, but I"m saving it for my dog.
They want to name her susie q or oreo.
I hate them both.
It's silly to name an animal after food or tacky things.
Sad story.
I can't meet my new 'sister' until mid August. I was actually really really upset about it.
I cut my hair.
I wanted a change.
It's short and brunette.
I like it and I don't like it.
It's different. So I like it.
My face looks different than it did when I used to have short hair, so I don't like that. I also can't put it up without (literally) have a can of hairspray and 17 bobby pins.
Changes are changes so I'm happy!
She's wonderful in every way.
I haven't met her yet, but I can't wait to!
Keep in mind my new sister is an eight week old boston terrier.
Our families dog, daisy, died this fall of old age. It was traumatic.
We didn't know if we could have another dog, but my parents ran across an ad in the paper this morning, went to meet the litter and feel in LOVE. I'm so glad that they did.
Sad story, she doesn't have a name yet.
I put in my bit.
Zoe.
I wanted stella, but I"m saving it for my dog.
They want to name her susie q or oreo.
I hate them both.
It's silly to name an animal after food or tacky things.
Sad story.
I can't meet my new 'sister' until mid August. I was actually really really upset about it.
I cut my hair.
I wanted a change.
It's short and brunette.
I like it and I don't like it.
It's different. So I like it.
My face looks different than it did when I used to have short hair, so I don't like that. I also can't put it up without (literally) have a can of hairspray and 17 bobby pins.
Changes are changes so I'm happy!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Stamp in upper right.
Wolfgang Tillmans.
Fun photo.
Great postcard.
I received the best wedding invitation I've ever seen in my life today. It's exciting.
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