animals

This is what life has been since Friday:





Emo has been so wonderful about all of this, and he is such a good kitty. He has been sleeping with one eye open though:

Puppy!!

Michael and I got a puppy today. We get to pick him up from the animal shelter tomorrow. His name is Topper and he is a 11-week-old black lab with white spots on his chest. So sweet, so cute, such a puppy. We're very excited. I get to go supply shopping after work tomorrow, and then Michael and I are picking him up to take him home. Eeek! So much to do, but first, two pictures.

This is the pitiful picture of him from the shelter website. He looks so sad. But, upon meeting us, he turned into this:

The world's happiest puppy!


I can't wait. Work is going to be sooo long tomorrow.

creative spurt

I finally finished the painting I've been working on for a while. Actually, I still have to paint the edges, but the actual work is done.


After that, I did a journal entry with more Wilco lyrics and a cut-out from a children's encyclopedia I bought yesterday.


Also, the gerbils look reeeeally cute when they snuggle on top of each other like this:



Other than that, I am doing really good I think. Michael and I are thinking about getting a puppy. I was spontaneous but also responsible tonight, and I am not sad about being home alone.

listings

Things I need to start doing soon:
1. Journalling more. I need to get old magazines and books to cut up for this.
2. Wear my skinny jeans over and over.
3. Start listening to, and buying, more music from the 40's-50's.
4. Get my hair cut. First, pick how I want it to look. And get it straightened.

the times they are a changin'

I'm having a rough night. Scarlett came back, and I got to see her and it was lovely, and my outfit and everything looked very cute, I think. And then it started to hit me how everyone but me has this special someone in the group, like Kim and J Bugg, and Scarlett and Dana. I tried to console myself by saying Michael was my special someone in the group, but then he left to take Matt home without even saying goodbye to me. I felt so small and unimportant. He just walked off, and I didn't want to cry there so I went home.

And now I'm just sad.

At least I didn't cry.

Progress Indeed

I have caught myself up to where I was on Picovoli, pre-ripping, and I wanted to take a picture of it on to show how things are going. I give you, Picovoli:


What? The image looks like...nothing? Yeah, I think my camera is officially on its last legs. I might put my bonus towards a new digital camera...
I used the tried-and-true Basil Fawlty "Smack on Head" technique to get it working and came out with this picture:

(Ignore the white strings you can see; those will be where the sleeves are added later, and where I will continue knitting at the bottom.)

Also, just for laughs, I caught Emo mid-yawn on my cell phone.

Hahahahahhaa. I can't stop laughing at this, or thinking of things he could be yelling in a funny voice.

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My Picovoli shaping was coming out crooked, and sure enough, I miscounted when I placed my markers. I could have kept going, but I don't want this thing to look terrible, so I ripped back...two inches. Blahhhhhhh. Everything is back on the needles though, and I can get back to where I was on the drive to Houston, as Michael will be driving. Mmm baseball.

you made me forget my dreams.

On days like today, when I am not in a very good mood, I like to nap and go grocery shopping and pet the M on Emo's forehead.

I like this picture of me too:


You made me forget my dreams
When I woke up to you sleeping
We had peace for a night at least
But the trouble starts today
This morning you'll say
I'll see you sometime, maybe and I
Fall back to uneasy sleep

journaling

I have done a little more than this in my new paper journal, but I liked the way these two pages turned out enough to share:

Just actual writing and some flowers. I liked the way it looked and the way the colors look in real life. I pretty much posted the exact same thing here a few days ago, just without the images.

Good luck reading this one on the larger sizes...it's horribly blury so I could get decent color. It's just a mini-story called "The Sixth Burrow" from "Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer. Amazing book, amazing amazing amazing. I loved this so much. Everyone needs to read this book now.

Oh!! And Michael's mom found my first copy of "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky, that Michael thought he had lost. Kim has my new copy, but now I can have one on hand always, and pass the other around. I love the underlines and highlights from everyone, and I can't wait to re-read it.

Thelma it is.

As promised, a picture of the new car.


I have two goals that I did not accomplish with Louise:
1. Keep this one cleaner.
2. Take more pictures.

We are only two days into our relationship, and a guy named O'Neil hit her in the parking lot during the movie with my mom. He left a note and he was very apologetic, and he is handling it very well (set up the claim for me, etc), but WTF??
Am I a magnet??


I think this was just bad luck though, mostly because I hadn't named the car yet. I decided on Thelma, because, well, Louise was Louise. It just makes sense I guess.

(you can click either picture for other sizes and such.)

too much

When my cat looks at me like this, sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst.



I had a very lazy Saturday, and it felt wonderful. I am about to go to sleep, and then I will wake up to see a movie with my mom at what most people call "lunchtime". Michael and I watched Deep Impact today, and it was horrible, but I am a big wuss so I cried near the end of it, when the newly blind astronaut can't see his baby before he dies. Bahhhh.

2006.06.28 sun picture

I liked the way the sun looked so much that afternoon, I stopped on my way in the gate at home to take a picture. I like how the sun looks like it is both in front of and behind the power lines.