Saturday, January 30, 2010

I know...

we're all souls just trying to connect with
someone, but we're all 
left searching on our own.

Tell me that you could hear it
three taps under the floorboard.
Dont' say I'm losing it,
maybe you're deaf.
Could have sworn
that I locked
all these windows fairly tight.
Shut the door
hear a knock.
She starts turning off the lights

And from the corner of my eye
I saw you dressed all in white
I saw you pass right by.
But maybe I had too much wine
I hope you come back tonight,

you never said goodbye

Friday, January 29, 2010

Just Me and My* Canon

*Which is not really mine in a monetary sense.
At all.
(love you sweetie!)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

January 26, 2010

A day that will go down in history.
(or at least in my journals, and here, haha)
A day I could not write about before today, because I was so terrified it could not possibly happen.

For a bookworm like me, having the opportunity to hear an author I admire speak is nothing short of magical.
Having the opportunity to hear that author speak, and then have them sign my favorite book is SQUEAL INDUCING, among other things.

Luckily for me, Mara discovered that Augusten Burroughs  was going to be in town, speaking at Butler University.
Even luckier for me, she shared this information, put up with my insane self freaking out for DAYS, drove our giddy selves to the location, and sat with me in the best seats available *2nd row!* for AN HOUR before the even started.  (thank you thank you thank you, Mara)
Unluckily for her, I am a selfish spazz and completely missed the opportunity to get a picture of her with the man himself.

But here's what I did manage to get:

$50 to the person who can figure out what the word in the middle is!

(this is almost embarrassing. almost)

Even more important then having him sign the book, was hearing his insight.
One of the last things he spoke about was the "pendulum inside your chest" that I quote from his most recent book in the post below.
"I think I wrote that in a book somewhere" he says.
I very nearly jumped out of my seat.

So, here's to paying more attention to my 'pendulum',
to doing what I want,
and not letting others control how I feel.
Here's to Magical Thinking,
and to Augusten.

Thursday, January 21, 2010


[Augusten Burroughs, 'You Better Not Cry']

"I struggled in my apartment that night, his phone number in my hand. I knew that if I called him, that would be it - my life would change. I had never felt such an irrational thing about a person I'd only just met. But I knew it was true.
My attraction had been immediate and profound. And it had nothing to do with the way he looked. My attraction was to what resided between his lines.
And attraction is our most ancient drive, it is why we are. Attraction is the very point of gravity; timespace itself bends to allow it. It is attraction in its pure form that holds the galaxy together.
Attraction is our glue.


It was reckless and insane to feel this way about a person I didn't even know. My mind was hurling itself against the walls of my skull in protest. But beneath my sternum that night, I felt a kind of wisdom. I very nearly heard advice: Acceptance, when it comes, arrives in waves; Listen with your chest. You will feel a pendulum swing within you, favoring one direction or another. And that is your answer. The answer is always inside your chest. The right choice weighs more. That's how you know. It causes you to lean in its direction.
I thought, I don't know who he is, but I know he is mine."

If only he could talk

We decided it would be a good idea to take Russ out in the snow.
Ya know, to see if he liked it.
Because it's totally plausible that an 800 year old cat would like his paws getting wet and cold.

Don't worry buddy, I feel the exact same way about it.

Hey. Hey you up there.
This sucks.
Take me back inside.

Ugh. I can't even look at you right now.

Okay, you've had your fun,

To punish you, I will yak on your doorstep.

And then, I will totally manipulate you into snuggling and loving on me.    INSIDE.

Friday, January 15, 2010


I have no words.

Please click here for ideas and links to donate, and here for the Red Cross website.

Monday, January 11, 2010

iceice baby

Why there is currently no parking in our driveway:

Sunday, January 10, 2010

An experiment, of sorts

It is rare that we have milk in this house that is not expired.
We're just not good grocery shoppers.
So, the other night when Mark came downstairs and asked if we had milk,
I gave him the 'doubtful' look.
He gave me a look right back,
and that's when I knew:
A. He had been watching youtube, and
B. We were going to the store.

Turns out, it was totally worth braving the freezing cold.

The results of combining milk, food coloring, and dish soap:

Just the Beginning

So Picture Worthy

Explosion of color :)

Friday, January 8, 2010

Oh, Indiana

I choose not to use profanity on this blog.
If I did use profanity here,
you would, right now,  see a string of it in this empty space...

All due to this:
Which looks so pretty,
but is actually Dangerous, and Slick, and Scary.
This which gifts me Anxiety, and Headaches. and the general feeling of

My tire tracks from coming up the driveway at 2PM.
The condo-hood didn't get plowed until much later that evening.

Poor Blue,
She is so abused.

Well, if they weren't dead before (WHICH THEY WERE, [in no small part thanks to me]),
they are now!!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

One Thousand and Ninety Five Days

On January 5th, Mark and I celebrated our 1,095th day.
We aren't really big on 'anniversaries', 
but we do always try to do something special in 
Celebration of Us. 

This year, he surprised me by bringing home some incredible food.
He then took care of ALL cooking of said incredible food.
 not that I really needed a reminder but dude,
my boyfriend is Awesome.

Crab, and King Crab at that!
[p.s. Still on major sale at Kroger!]



yah, I chopped the real wood on that fire

Baked Potato, Bacon wrapped Steak, and Crab
So Spoiled

Blissed out

My Man in the Red Hat
[Also known as: Love of my Life]

Thanks for three amazing years sweetie,
I can only imagine the trouble we're going to get ourselves into this year!
Can't wait.

Saturday, January 2, 2010


I am lucky.

Oh, and P.S.
a little late perhaps, but
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
From the Taylor/Meadows Condo
[and Russ too]

Friday, January 1, 2010


One of my favorite things to photograph is my niece and nephews.
They are a challenge to capture,
and when I finally am able to portrait what their laughter sounds like
I couldn't be more proud.
I'm still working on that 'perfect shot',
but for the time being these definitely make me smile.

Aunt Britty: "Carter, are you my baby?"
Carter: "Nooo. I'm not a baby anymore!"
AB: "Are you your momma's baby?"
Carter: *smile* "Yeeesss"