Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Making my own Teddy Bear
What might i ask on this green earth, can truly represent the deep clear pool of emotions, of expressions, thoughts of all that encompasses me as a being. The single phrase that can be whispered to make me melt. The yummiest of foods that can just send me spinning with delight. Where is that place that I fall into while in thought, where it seems for the slightest of paused time, that it is just me in the world. Where sound it self is just a self reverberation.
Such an intriguing thought to have before my morning tea.
As for the title you ask. Why nothing in this post leads you to think about a teddy bear? It is simply that. Unjust. What leads to anything in the correct order of thought? For we in fact are not conditioned to thinking of exactly one thing, and have it with out a doubt lead to the correct corresponding thought to follow. We are tough to be free, creative, distinguished, unique.
Such an intriguing thought to have before my morning tea.
As for the title you ask. Why nothing in this post leads you to think about a teddy bear? It is simply that. Unjust. What leads to anything in the correct order of thought? For we in fact are not conditioned to thinking of exactly one thing, and have it with out a doubt lead to the correct corresponding thought to follow. We are tough to be free, creative, distinguished, unique.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
STOLEN!!!!
OMG!
So today I went out to go kayaking with some friends. We got all the way down into Austin, parked and were getting all ready. When I locked my keys in my car. I *had* my cell phone with me, so called my mom and asked if she could bring a key out when she got off work. Its like a 30min driving distance.
This isn't the worst part.
So we all go kayaking and thats at about 12:10...
1 of my friends took her wallet with us.. why? I have no idea. but needless to say there was a spider involved, a lot of splashing and a tipped kayak. and end result a soaked wallet.
we come back an hour later. And discover that my friends' car had been broken into.
3 cell phones, 1 set of car keys, 1 camera, 1 wallet including a military id/social + 2 credit cards.
GONE!!!
We look around you can see signs that say "This parking lot is under surveillance. Please lock your belongings in your car* After acutally gazing around the parking lot... Id like to find these so called hidden cameras. The staff said that oh if the cops come it will be up to the supervisor to deal with the cameras.
!!! I CALL BULLSHIT!!! There were no cameras in that parking lot so far as I could see.
we only had one phone left that had been put in the trunk. Thank god. We got a police report and such, the police came out.. took names and such. *I really don't think they will be able to do anything. Canceling phone services, credit cards. Called my friends bank. come to find out the thieves already had started spending money. At an HEB Grocery store of all places.
I called my mom and got my extra car key, during this whole ordeal.. I was like... awwww I'm never been so happy to be locked out of my car with all my belongings inside it.
Needless to say this was not a happy trip. Next time I am bring a little mini boat to pull behind my kayak *can hold it in your hands* and just bring my stuff with me. Ill laminate what I have to lol.
So today I went out to go kayaking with some friends. We got all the way down into Austin, parked and were getting all ready. When I locked my keys in my car. I *had* my cell phone with me, so called my mom and asked if she could bring a key out when she got off work. Its like a 30min driving distance.
This isn't the worst part.
So we all go kayaking and thats at about 12:10...
1 of my friends took her wallet with us.. why? I have no idea. but needless to say there was a spider involved, a lot of splashing and a tipped kayak. and end result a soaked wallet.
we come back an hour later. And discover that my friends' car had been broken into.
3 cell phones, 1 set of car keys, 1 camera, 1 wallet including a military id/social + 2 credit cards.
GONE!!!
We look around you can see signs that say "This parking lot is under surveillance. Please lock your belongings in your car* After acutally gazing around the parking lot... Id like to find these so called hidden cameras. The staff said that oh if the cops come it will be up to the supervisor to deal with the cameras.
!!! I CALL BULLSHIT!!! There were no cameras in that parking lot so far as I could see.
we only had one phone left that had been put in the trunk. Thank god. We got a police report and such, the police came out.. took names and such. *I really don't think they will be able to do anything. Canceling phone services, credit cards. Called my friends bank. come to find out the thieves already had started spending money. At an HEB Grocery store of all places.
I called my mom and got my extra car key, during this whole ordeal.. I was like... awwww I'm never been so happy to be locked out of my car with all my belongings inside it.
Needless to say this was not a happy trip. Next time I am bring a little mini boat to pull behind my kayak *can hold it in your hands* and just bring my stuff with me. Ill laminate what I have to lol.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Pillow
Cody and I picked up a pillow off the side of the road. Why? Cause we can.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Photo Trouble
Seriously?! How does one go about taking a picture of a fish. They wont listen to commands, even if I say please. Every effort I have has been throttled. I think my fish is cocky. He knows when I want to take a picture and is like "Hah! You think you can take a picture of me?!" Then he presides to swim in circles, or through the eye of my *toy* skull I have in his tank.
I shall continue to try... might put him in a small clear cup and show him a mirror... bring out this big boy colors. ^^ *He's a beta*
I shall continue to try... might put him in a small clear cup and show him a mirror... bring out this big boy colors. ^^ *He's a beta*
Redness
Yesterday I went over to a friends house, just a friendly hang out with her family and some of our close friends. Who would of thought that I would have the spur-of-the-moment urge to go from my fading purple hair color, to a vivid red?
Color I chose to use:
Garnier Nutrisse R1 : Dark Intense Auburn
A few secret ingredients into a funny looking bottle, a 35 minute wait leading to a 15 minute wash. And here I am a red head. Glad I am one of those who can pull of the red color.
Soft, Pretty and red.
Don't know what I shall do today though, aside from publishing the Yarn stores page of this blog. Achieving all this before 9am. I believe it will soon be time for a hot cup of tea... maybe some crocheting to follow. Shall keep you posted. ^^
Color I chose to use:
Garnier Nutrisse R1 : Dark Intense Auburn
A few secret ingredients into a funny looking bottle, a 35 minute wait leading to a 15 minute wash. And here I am a red head. Glad I am one of those who can pull of the red color.
Soft, Pretty and red.
Don't know what I shall do today though, aside from publishing the Yarn stores page of this blog. Achieving all this before 9am. I believe it will soon be time for a hot cup of tea... maybe some crocheting to follow. Shall keep you posted. ^^
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Couldn't stop myself
*(Here is a rant that I was righting at work this morning.* Ok here it goes...)
started: 9:52
Sitting here in the coworkers lounge writing on a small roll of hyper com tape. on top of a 2009-2010 yellow-book. I started my blog today and suddenly wanted to just keep writing, like a deep firey passion for online blogging has suddenly sparked up inside me.
*to-do's list link*
ravelry links
facebook links
so much is swimming through my mind. its like I shall so be reduced to a pile of mush.
major catch. no one can read this in its current state. I have chosen the furthest corner of the coworker lounge in hope of some concealment.
You see this hyper com tape is for printing receipts for our customers and granted this is a small roll. I'm not supposed to be writing on this. 9:45am as 10:00 draws near my handwriting has become temporarily big and bubbly, mistakes litter this page as i try to write fast before clocking in. Have to go Work beckons me. Will continue on break.
So work has started I'm on the clock. it feels like I am grabbing for any piece of paper, napkin, I can find to write on. I hold back though. I'd rather have a long roll to read then a bazillion pieces o paper hastily stuffed into my apron pocket. I'm supposed to be getting my till right now. but instead I am in the quiet room.
The sound of this pen against the wooden base shelves sounds like a wood pecker. 10:14am How will I survive today. I don't want to be here. I want to be home with my fingers racing across my keyboard as I write to you.
No one else but cody *friend* and I know of this blog of mine. I shot him a text about it with my url link. How I remembered it after only a glance at it once this morning baffles me.
"Finally Crafted" he called it.
I see now this paper has stretched across the shelving and to the floor. Will I fill up this whole roll? my handwriting looks atrocious right now. I have to stop. I must. I have to get to work.
O paper of mine that I so happily found under my register. I long to write on you once more. Perhaps on break I will continue my scribbled rant. Have to go Time stamp. 10:20
10:40 break!
1 and 2 slips of paper I have written on aside from this. I am reduced to that as my temporary out let. 15 minutes says my break policy. 15 minutes seems like a blink. when all I want to do is write. Slip of paper 2 shall have to last me as long as it can/ 2 hours till lunch?I can make it can't I? Just wait till I get home to type this up on my blog. and now when this paper is at my expense in availability. I find I can't write to continue my rant must be when I am busy the words in my mind plague me.
Time limits... hiding to write... thats when my mind functions. Such is the way of life it would seem. Silent room the sound of the clock to my right, the environmentally friendly motion detector lights above me. I'm in a dace it seem steadily beating heart, calm breaths. A thought. This post will soon be if it already is a story. .. what constitutes a post? the limited 1200 words? a short paragraph?
text cody and tneisha.
morning to her, pleading for sanity on my addiction to keep writing to him. 10:50, I shall go back now. customers arrive at 11. Until lunch time brings us back together as one I shall not be happy till then. Slip of paper 2 here I come.
Slip of paper 1:: 10:29 I had to, this may be the fires of many slips of paper I write on. Just cant stop. Is this therapeutic? was my body saying I need a blog? addictive I utter to my self. my hand shakes unsteady as this pen flies across the back of this paper. there's the end of the page I still have more. but am forcefully restricted to end now. 10:30
Slip of paper 2:: I have found another slip of paper. "thank the heavens shall try to write small to save this to last me a while. back to work 10:34 behind the blue dish storage wall I write this. literally am writing on it.
11:09 and I try to retreat to this page, to save my words and yet -Blank-
2:26 lunch time and emotions are high. why do people have to be the way they are. Though it shall soon be over once 5pm rolls around.
all I want now is a bubbly bath and some nice music maybe a glass of red wine.
Oho almost forgot have to check in about making my little lamb doll and the logo for my blog. Need to check privacy settings too.
as this paper runs out of empty space once can only sigh never fear there is more paper in the world. and shift's end is on the approach.
*(and that is the end of my rant that I wrote at work today. that was a lot. and I must say. what an outlet of an addicted this has become.)*
started: 9:52
Sitting here in the coworkers lounge writing on a small roll of hyper com tape. on top of a 2009-2010 yellow-book. I started my blog today and suddenly wanted to just keep writing, like a deep firey passion for online blogging has suddenly sparked up inside me.
*to-do's list link*
ravelry links
facebook links
so much is swimming through my mind. its like I shall so be reduced to a pile of mush.
major catch. no one can read this in its current state. I have chosen the furthest corner of the coworker lounge in hope of some concealment.
You see this hyper com tape is for printing receipts for our customers and granted this is a small roll. I'm not supposed to be writing on this. 9:45am as 10:00 draws near my handwriting has become temporarily big and bubbly, mistakes litter this page as i try to write fast before clocking in. Have to go Work beckons me. Will continue on break.
So work has started I'm on the clock. it feels like I am grabbing for any piece of paper, napkin, I can find to write on. I hold back though. I'd rather have a long roll to read then a bazillion pieces o paper hastily stuffed into my apron pocket. I'm supposed to be getting my till right now. but instead I am in the quiet room.
The sound of this pen against the wooden base shelves sounds like a wood pecker. 10:14am How will I survive today. I don't want to be here. I want to be home with my fingers racing across my keyboard as I write to you.
No one else but cody *friend* and I know of this blog of mine. I shot him a text about it with my url link. How I remembered it after only a glance at it once this morning baffles me.
"Finally Crafted" he called it.
I see now this paper has stretched across the shelving and to the floor. Will I fill up this whole roll? my handwriting looks atrocious right now. I have to stop. I must. I have to get to work.
O paper of mine that I so happily found under my register. I long to write on you once more. Perhaps on break I will continue my scribbled rant. Have to go Time stamp. 10:20
10:40 break!
1 and 2 slips of paper I have written on aside from this. I am reduced to that as my temporary out let. 15 minutes says my break policy. 15 minutes seems like a blink. when all I want to do is write. Slip of paper 2 shall have to last me as long as it can/ 2 hours till lunch?I can make it can't I? Just wait till I get home to type this up on my blog. and now when this paper is at my expense in availability. I find I can't write to continue my rant must be when I am busy the words in my mind plague me.
Time limits... hiding to write... thats when my mind functions. Such is the way of life it would seem. Silent room the sound of the clock to my right, the environmentally friendly motion detector lights above me. I'm in a dace it seem steadily beating heart, calm breaths. A thought. This post will soon be if it already is a story. .. what constitutes a post? the limited 1200 words? a short paragraph?
text cody and tneisha.
morning to her, pleading for sanity on my addiction to keep writing to him. 10:50, I shall go back now. customers arrive at 11. Until lunch time brings us back together as one I shall not be happy till then. Slip of paper 2 here I come.
Slip of paper 1:: 10:29 I had to, this may be the fires of many slips of paper I write on. Just cant stop. Is this therapeutic? was my body saying I need a blog? addictive I utter to my self. my hand shakes unsteady as this pen flies across the back of this paper. there's the end of the page I still have more. but am forcefully restricted to end now. 10:30
Slip of paper 2:: I have found another slip of paper. "thank the heavens shall try to write small to save this to last me a while. back to work 10:34 behind the blue dish storage wall I write this. literally am writing on it.
11:09 and I try to retreat to this page, to save my words and yet -Blank-
2:26 lunch time and emotions are high. why do people have to be the way they are. Though it shall soon be over once 5pm rolls around.
all I want now is a bubbly bath and some nice music maybe a glass of red wine.
Oho almost forgot have to check in about making my little lamb doll and the logo for my blog. Need to check privacy settings too.
as this paper runs out of empty space once can only sigh never fear there is more paper in the world. and shift's end is on the approach.
*(and that is the end of my rant that I wrote at work today. that was a lot. and I must say. what an outlet of an addicted this has become.)*
Snips the Lace red ribbon
I was going to type out my first post so that it could achieve *first blog post* epicness. But alas I glanced at the digital clock on my cable box, thus realizing I have to drive to work in 2 minutes. Gearing up for a 6 and a half hour shift at a Swedish furniture store.
I say "Bring on the endless customers till my shift's end. The repeated questions, and vibrant children running a muck." I shall hold my head high, and carry my self properly till I can retreat once again back to my car, to come home to you fine people who may be lurking in the shadows of my blog page.
I will be editing and adding information to this blog later this evening. And hopefully I can keep this sucker thriving with posts, and things to keep you interested.
Kate
I say "Bring on the endless customers till my shift's end. The repeated questions, and vibrant children running a muck." I shall hold my head high, and carry my self properly till I can retreat once again back to my car, to come home to you fine people who may be lurking in the shadows of my blog page.
I will be editing and adding information to this blog later this evening. And hopefully I can keep this sucker thriving with posts, and things to keep you interested.
Kate
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