lost.

by JameSSpicer

you know that feeling you get in your stomach when you have to do something you dread or you find yourself in a very uncomfortable situation and want to remove yourself as soon as possible? nervous. anxious. confused.

i have it. it's gross. i want it to go away. i am not quite sure how to do that.

LitterBug.

while kickn' it with sister no. 2, i saw one of the "Don't Mess With Texas" campaign on the boob tube.  you get to pick one bag out of four designs for FREE to help with any vehicular trash that may accumulate. Check it out and get your own!

found!

i thought i lost this while i was in NYC, but no! my mother picked it up thinking it was hers... i'm just stoked i don't have to buy another one. now i can finally get around to posting the rest of the New York pictures.

found!

maybe i can fix her up... get a basket... and take her for a ride on the beach!

i said good day!

sometime in the first few days at this job, i drew this little guy to make me smile every morning when i sat down at my desk because i dreaded this place so so very much. he's stuck with me... through the boredom, the tears, the laughs and the annoying coworkers who would ask such stupid questions about him. {doesn't everyone have a work buddy? jeez.} he's been my monday to friday, 8am to 5pm rock. and now it's time for he and i to hit the road.

the personal files have been loaded to my flash drive, all my cookies have been deleted, the speakers and headphones are wrapped up, my extra stash of snacks have be thrown to the scavengers, i've hidden my favorite pens in my purse, trashed all the paperwork covering my work surface, my watering hole has been disassembled, and all my paper goodies are stashed away in my satchel. the desk is clean. the office is quiet. and bitches... i'm outta here!!!

tallyho armstrong mccall...tallyho!

strange.

very strange how two grown men take to NKOTB so easily.

censored.

by sweetheartsinner

when i started sharing this blog with some of the people in my life, i told myself i could not censor what i wrote. since then, the content has changed for the most part, which i do not mind one bit, and i find myself placating what i want to say here. i am annoyed at myself for letting others dictate my own censorship of my own space. i tread lightly because i don't want to hurt others. i hold back because things can be misconstrued. but i'm done contemplating the "what ifs". the majority of the randomness and thoughts i put here is my own stream of conciseness. just words.

i hate that i said 'just words' now. i know that words are powerful. i have been naive and lived by the words some people have told me. trusted them. i've put my faith in those words. but what i have learned is that Action is what i must live by. people must show me what they mean and how they feel. i know not all are capable of that but then maybe those people are meant for me. but i need people to SHOW me their character. i need to see it. i do not need to hear words about it.

and she WALKED away.

sister no. 2 was in an accident a little less than two weeks ago. she literally crawled her way out the window and walked away... a little dazed and a little confused but she was walking. holy hell!

10+ years.

Lynn Wedding 2000

while sitting in the ballroom of the Hotel Galvez this weekend, watching my lovely friend, Matter, dance the night away with her new groom, i realized that my oldest friend, emily, and i have been in that very same ballroom once, twice... maybe even three times before. i thumbed through some pictures this morning and found a picture of she and i that was taken almost 10 years ago in that very same ballroom. though em and i have been friends since 1993, the past 10 years of our lives have been a steadfast test of our friendship... i think we're doing pretty well.

Matter Wedding 2008

mayday.

i am about to fall face first into my keyboard.

my bad.

i totally forgot to post yesterday. i'll try to catch up. so don't get offended if i have like eighteen post today. and just so you are aware, my hair smells pretty.

nothing better.

than a beer at lil woodrows.

and tacos from torcheys.
with the ladies!!!!

for hire!

a wanna be creative that could do a better job with photo editing than the twit at Post-It who can't even get the number ON the Post-It... i mean!!!

stoopid.

why doesn't my stoopid google reader always update in real time... WHHHHHY?!

crazies.

looks like the crazies are jumping from craigslist to etsy.com. take a peak what you can get for only $2.00!!!

Rainbow Couch Pellets will save your coinage and sooth furniture anxiety

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-RowdyBliss

backwards tricycle.

this has been sitting in the hallway at work for month now... and NO ONE knows who it's for, when it got here, where if came from, why it's on top of two display shelves, or how the hell we're suppose to ride it?

it's all a big mystery.

seriously...

i suppose someone was not happy with my state of mind when i came home early sunday morning. this is what i found late sunday morning when i woke up, not even 7 hours later. how in the hell? oh, and yes... turk arranged them in a neat and orderly fashion.

surprisingly i didn't beat him... surprisingly! i calmly went to the storage closet, took out his crate, and reintroduced him to his chambers. torture of the long and mental kind is what i prefer. he has done some shit in the past but come on!!! never has the little bastard open my closet door, jump up on the shelf, pop open his choice of plastic boxes, drag out my favorite shoes, and chomp down on some ta$ty leather.

but as a mother does, i looked pass his faults, mistakes, and bad choices and cuddle up on the sofa with him all day.

upside? i get to go shopping!!!

w.

i can't stop laughing. maybe it's just me and that is fine but seriously, i'm watching this kid and i can't stop laughing!

talent.

that's right! i have talent.
p.s. - thanks ryan.

reflection.

by JacqleenBleu

my SBJ died on a sunday. for the longest time i thought sundays would forever be marked by 'today is so many weeks since he died'. thank you God, for letting life go on so i would not keep counting. even though i do find myself walking a hallway or driving a long ride and thinking to myself, 'wow, two years. i have been without him for two years. yet, i still feel like he's infused in every part of my life.

the morning of his service i showered. put on my makeup. blow dried my hair and pulled it back. i opened the closet and pulled out the black dress that i had worn only two weeks before to carolina's christening where i stood next to him, clinging so tightly to the comfort of his arms. i thanked my mother for ironing the dress while i slipped it in. i closed the clasp on my favorite set of pearls as they lay resting on my neck. pushed on the backs to the matching earrings. slipped on my black high heels and grabbed my black sunglasses and wool coat... as i walked out the hotel room, i caught my reflection in the mirror that stopped me dead in my tracks and i thought to myself, 'you were made for this. head up, baby girl... head up.' we buried him him on a wednesday.