iTunes has a song counter on it. And it tells me that I've apparently listened to "Turn To Stone" by Ingrid Michaelson 150 times. And I'm so not even close to being tired of it. So, just FYI...
In other random news, it's 2 in the a.m. I'm due to be back up in 3 hours. My belly is full of chips and salsa consumed in a "I-finally-finished-that-paper-and-it's-1-a.m.-and-I'm-tired-and-hungry" temporary lapse in judgement. My doggy is in time-out for barking too much. That paper is finished. And I'm off to sleepyland.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Gone But Not Forgotten
Well hello lovely blogging friends,
I know. I know. It's been a long time. A really long time. About eight weeks, infact.
hmmm ....
WAIT A GOSH DARN MINUTE. Is it a coincidence that I'm in the eighth week of my final quarter of grad school?? I'm thinkin' maybe it's not. I'm thinkin' I don't know where the last eight weeks went ... except, of course, I do. Each of these last eight weeks started with a drive into Pasadena early on Monday morning for the first class of the week and finished with a weekly paper written on Friday night and emailed to the professor before midnight ... that was the deadline. Each week. It's been a doozie of a quarter friends. And really, I don't feel too complainey (though it probably doesn't seem like that). I actually feel really lucky to be in grad school, to have a brain that works (much of the time), and a car that faithfully carries me those 40 commuter miles whenever I ask it to, to have student loans to pay the bills (yikes), to have the support of family and friends, to have all the gracious "it's OKs" when I've called to apologize for not returning a phone call promptly, to have roommates that keep me laughing and sunshine that keeps me all full of Vitamin D. I'm thankful.
But I've been gone from this space for too long. So, I'm back.
Only I'm only kinda sorta back, because most of my brain is still stuck in "Holy Crap, I'm Graduating in Three Weeks" Ville. If there is such a place.
I miss you all. I would pay a fair government-loaned penny to have any one of you reading this sitting across from me right now at The Cornery Bakery ... where I am currently soaking up coffee and cookies as solace for paper writing. The sun is starting it's descent downward, and things are turning all golden, and I'm listening to the soothing voice of Sam Beam (of "Iron and Wine"). It's a lovely moment, really.
But you're not here, and -- though I'd rather see you -- I'm just here with me. So that's who you get. Here's what you'd be seeing if I could have the pleasure of your company.
I'm trying hard to read and research diligently.
But, I get distracted by cute babies and kids with big heads and little bodies. Why is that so cute?!
Then I realize I'm distracted and start digging deep to come up with profound, original, articulate thoughts.
But I'm tired, so I eventually feel like throwing my hands up in the air and doing this instead.
Then I think about you all ... my beautiful family and friends. I imagine you sitting across from me. And I feel happy.
And, though I'm really more of a hugger than a waver, this is all I've got.
Lots of love my wonderful peeps.
I know. I know. It's been a long time. A really long time. About eight weeks, infact.
hmmm ....
WAIT A GOSH DARN MINUTE. Is it a coincidence that I'm in the eighth week of my final quarter of grad school?? I'm thinkin' maybe it's not. I'm thinkin' I don't know where the last eight weeks went ... except, of course, I do. Each of these last eight weeks started with a drive into Pasadena early on Monday morning for the first class of the week and finished with a weekly paper written on Friday night and emailed to the professor before midnight ... that was the deadline. Each week. It's been a doozie of a quarter friends. And really, I don't feel too complainey (though it probably doesn't seem like that). I actually feel really lucky to be in grad school, to have a brain that works (much of the time), and a car that faithfully carries me those 40 commuter miles whenever I ask it to, to have student loans to pay the bills (yikes), to have the support of family and friends, to have all the gracious "it's OKs" when I've called to apologize for not returning a phone call promptly, to have roommates that keep me laughing and sunshine that keeps me all full of Vitamin D. I'm thankful.
But I've been gone from this space for too long. So, I'm back.
Only I'm only kinda sorta back, because most of my brain is still stuck in "Holy Crap, I'm Graduating in Three Weeks" Ville. If there is such a place.
I miss you all. I would pay a fair government-loaned penny to have any one of you reading this sitting across from me right now at The Cornery Bakery ... where I am currently soaking up coffee and cookies as solace for paper writing. The sun is starting it's descent downward, and things are turning all golden, and I'm listening to the soothing voice of Sam Beam (of "Iron and Wine"). It's a lovely moment, really.
But you're not here, and -- though I'd rather see you -- I'm just here with me. So that's who you get. Here's what you'd be seeing if I could have the pleasure of your company.
I'm trying hard to read and research diligently.
But, I get distracted by cute babies and kids with big heads and little bodies. Why is that so cute?!
Then I realize I'm distracted and start digging deep to come up with profound, original, articulate thoughts.
But I'm tired, so I eventually feel like throwing my hands up in the air and doing this instead.
Then I think about you all ... my beautiful family and friends. I imagine you sitting across from me. And I feel happy.
And, though I'm really more of a hugger than a waver, this is all I've got.
Lots of love my wonderful peeps.
Monday, March 30, 2009
dropping by
Just dropping in to say hello and that I am still "here." I finished out my winter quarter and had a very short break before starting my spring quarter today, so things have been busy. But I took a walk the other day and photographed spring blooming and have a bloggety-blog stirring in my mind that I'll be typing up very soon. I send you all lots of love ... because life is too short not to share lots of love every day.
XOXO-me:)
XOXO-me:)
Saturday, March 7, 2009
A Smattering of Things
I don't have anything profound to share: 1) because I'm at the end of a long, tiring, week, and my thinking directly coordinates with the average number of hours of sleep I've gotten over the past several days, and 2) because it's a sunny Saturday, and I'm feeling lighthearted.
So ... just to check in ... a list (I like them) of a smattering of things: (I'm going to see how many times I can incorporate "smattering" into this here post, because, well, it's a great word, no?)
1) I experienced knitting rage yesterday. You'd think that'd be too oxymoronic to exist, right? Like knitting (a relaxing activity) and rage (a non-relaxing activity) would not go together. But, my friends, they did. I've knit for hours before. I know how knit, not like a pro, but you know.... Anyway, for whatever reason, I was doing something wrong yesterday, and the result looked like a cat had gotten hold of the yarn. It was a bad scene. I eventually just had to put down the needles.
2) This upcoming week is the last week of Winter quarter for my schooling, which means I have finals the week after, and then ... (bliss) ... a one week break. I'm excited. Really, really, excited.
3) I miss the beach. Funny. I never used to miss the beach. But I've been craving it lately and will have to go soon.
4) I had a VERY humbling day last Monday that involved (in no particular order): going to a place called "Bruffy's Tow," watching some sort of Japanese Mafioso remove leather suits from his very filthy Jaguar while I waited for my car, being stranded at the long term parking lot at LAX, waiting two very long hours at the DMV, being totally overwhelmed at the kindness of a friend who came to rescue me, carrying a 20-30 pound bag all over God's green earth, and being more thankful than ever for a pillow for my head at the end of it all. The shining stars of this very dark day? The realization that I have some incredible people in my life who will TRULY be here for me in the good AND the bad.
and (because 5 is a good round number....)
5) I've been bitten by the travel bug and am craving new tastes, new sounds, new smells, and the feeling of waking up in a bed and having that fleeting moment of not being sure where I am. I think those moments are liking pushing the reset button on your brain. And I'm craving them.
OK friends, that's all for now. Happy sunny Saturday to you!
So ... just to check in ... a list (I like them) of a smattering of things: (I'm going to see how many times I can incorporate "smattering" into this here post, because, well, it's a great word, no?)
1) I experienced knitting rage yesterday. You'd think that'd be too oxymoronic to exist, right? Like knitting (a relaxing activity) and rage (a non-relaxing activity) would not go together. But, my friends, they did. I've knit for hours before. I know how knit, not like a pro, but you know.... Anyway, for whatever reason, I was doing something wrong yesterday, and the result looked like a cat had gotten hold of the yarn. It was a bad scene. I eventually just had to put down the needles.
2) This upcoming week is the last week of Winter quarter for my schooling, which means I have finals the week after, and then ... (bliss) ... a one week break. I'm excited. Really, really, excited.
3) I miss the beach. Funny. I never used to miss the beach. But I've been craving it lately and will have to go soon.
4) I had a VERY humbling day last Monday that involved (in no particular order): going to a place called "Bruffy's Tow," watching some sort of Japanese Mafioso remove leather suits from his very filthy Jaguar while I waited for my car, being stranded at the long term parking lot at LAX, waiting two very long hours at the DMV, being totally overwhelmed at the kindness of a friend who came to rescue me, carrying a 20-30 pound bag all over God's green earth, and being more thankful than ever for a pillow for my head at the end of it all. The shining stars of this very dark day? The realization that I have some incredible people in my life who will TRULY be here for me in the good AND the bad.
and (because 5 is a good round number....)
5) I've been bitten by the travel bug and am craving new tastes, new sounds, new smells, and the feeling of waking up in a bed and having that fleeting moment of not being sure where I am. I think those moments are liking pushing the reset button on your brain. And I'm craving them.
OK friends, that's all for now. Happy sunny Saturday to you!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A Moment of Self-Disclosure
So I had sort of a depressing moment tonight.
Moment of Confession: I heart Robert Pattinson, the actor from Twilight. I know that teenage girls all over the world have posters of him in their bedrooms. I know he is eight -- count them, eight -- years my junior. I know that he runs his fingers through his fabulous hair too much when he talks. But there is something about that five o'clock shadow, and that fabulous hair, and the accent, and the eyes, that just gets me.
So, after watching an interview with him online (yes, this story does - in fact - get more and more humiliating!), I had this moment where I thought, "Matt Damon is married to a totally normal woman he met in a bar. Maybe I'll be out and about somewhere in Los Angeles. And I'll serendipitously run into Robert Pattinson. And he'll be smitten with me. And I'll be that normal woman he's married to." Yes, I actually thought that. And then I realized that I am 30, and he is a mere 22, and that there are probably lots of skinny 21 year old girls that would catch his eye long before I would, and that I'll probably never run into Robert Pattinson in Los Angeles, and that I shouldn't even be crushing on him, and even more -- that, if I were to miraculously run into him and catch his eye -- we might not even be able to carry a conversation because he is a young actor, and I am a therapist. And the whole thought process made me feel old.
There. I feel better now. (A little atleast). I think I just needed to confess my ridiculous crush and vent with a good, long, run-on sentence. I'm gonna go relax with Teen Magazine now and reapply my LipSmackers Bubble Gum lip gloss, and get my crushed velvet dress ready for the Spring Dance, and then take a quiz from the magazine to find out if Robert Pattinson "hearts" me.
Moment of Confession: I heart Robert Pattinson, the actor from Twilight. I know that teenage girls all over the world have posters of him in their bedrooms. I know he is eight -- count them, eight -- years my junior. I know that he runs his fingers through his fabulous hair too much when he talks. But there is something about that five o'clock shadow, and that fabulous hair, and the accent, and the eyes, that just gets me.
So, after watching an interview with him online (yes, this story does - in fact - get more and more humiliating!), I had this moment where I thought, "Matt Damon is married to a totally normal woman he met in a bar. Maybe I'll be out and about somewhere in Los Angeles. And I'll serendipitously run into Robert Pattinson. And he'll be smitten with me. And I'll be that normal woman he's married to." Yes, I actually thought that. And then I realized that I am 30, and he is a mere 22, and that there are probably lots of skinny 21 year old girls that would catch his eye long before I would, and that I'll probably never run into Robert Pattinson in Los Angeles, and that I shouldn't even be crushing on him, and even more -- that, if I were to miraculously run into him and catch his eye -- we might not even be able to carry a conversation because he is a young actor, and I am a therapist. And the whole thought process made me feel old.
There. I feel better now. (A little atleast). I think I just needed to confess my ridiculous crush and vent with a good, long, run-on sentence. I'm gonna go relax with Teen Magazine now and reapply my LipSmackers Bubble Gum lip gloss, and get my crushed velvet dress ready for the Spring Dance, and then take a quiz from the magazine to find out if Robert Pattinson "hearts" me.
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