tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229868402012-02-07T21:49:34.011-05:00(I'm having thoughts.)libbilunoreply@blogger.comBlogger3101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-49292446649667262302012-02-06T21:46:00.001-05:002012-02-06T23:41:49.378-05:00

Mondays are fundays around here. After working all weekend, I'm on baby-duty for a few hours after Sam heads off to his radio show. It sometimes feels like Jack and I get to reconnect on Mondays, when we hang out and usually don't have any errands or research or anything pressing down on us. One of our current fun games requires two people and a basket and toys. Here's how you play: Step 1: A

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Sitting up! We've been having a lot of fun around these parts! Jack is super efficient at moving now, even though he hasn't quite figured out what knees are for. And his eye/hand coordination and pincher grip are top notch. And he loves his sweet potato puffs now. All about the puffs. I tried feeding him some baby food (mmmm mango puree) but he was more interested in grabbing the spoon

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I put up a few videos on youtube. Our days are full of splendor...

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I found my first gray hair this morning. I'm a bit ambivalent to the situation, excepting the fact that I just sort of assumed that I'd wait a few more years for them to appear. My mother didn't start graying until a few years ago, and was excited about it, claiming that her "sparkly" hair would show people that she had lots of wisdom, since her ridiculously youthful skin masked her steady 

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Firsts. So many firsts this year. Obviously, the big ticket item on the thankfulness list is mon petit monsieur, my great small buddy. Second by a slight margin is my Euro-chic nephew, who is a month old today! You want some more? My spouse, our dog, our families, our jobs, our health, our house, our friends, our resources, our freedom, and the damn fine meal Sam prepared (a four day process on

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Editor's note: This has become unrepentantly and irrevocably a baby blog. Deal. Today was all about shadows and sunbeams and turning over and over. We've found our tongue and try out a new vocable almost every day (notably "der" and "mmah" - getting close!). Diaper changing is a bit of a wrasslin' match; as soon as the diaper is off he grabs his left leg and sees how much of his foot he can

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Last night we went to a performance/lecture by Paul Miller, AKA DJ Spooky at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art . It was a sort of hip-hop/visual/acoustic/sampling showcase, supported by a string quartet, his new App and latest book, which is a graphic design examination of Antartica. Even though I couldn't really pay full attention because I was rocking Jack in the back for most of it, the

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Giggling! And wait til the end for a little Wisman philosophy. He can also - since yesterday - grab at things, grasp them, and stuff them in his mouth. And he's learned how to roll over, which is kind of scary, but the book says if babies can roll over then they are neuroligically developed enough not to worry about it. I like when books tell me not to worry about it. That is very

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-67005987403690376592011-09-25T18:01:00.001-04:002011-09-25T18:02:02.979-04:00

 Jack at his two month appointment - unaware he's about to have his vaccinations. When every day is either extraordinarily wonderful, difficult or just plain busy, it's almost impossible to find the time to write for pleasure. Someone told us when Jack was born that "the days are long, but the years are short," but I've got to tell you the days are too darn short as well.  But with our little

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I think the one of the most extraordninary things about this little guy is how unabashedly human he is.  There is nothing false or pretentious, nothing that reflects the influence of society or culture.  He is pure reaction and emotion.  His needs are simple: comfort in the form of being clean, fed, rested.  He smiles fleetingly - it's just a face his face makes.  The scrunched up eyes and

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Sunday, May 8th was double special around here.  Not only was it our first wedding anniversary, but Mothers Day the same day.  A day, let's be frank, that we weren't expecting to celebrate quite so pertinantly this year, if you know what I mean... That morning we exchanged cards, having both been too busy to get each other anything too extravagant.  I did get Sam "I Like You," a sweet little

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After an intense week of painting, our house is, well, painted.  Every room in the top floor needed to be fixed (whether or not we remuddled is still up in the air) and it has made a big impact.  Going into the project, having never painted and not really having a definite design style in mind, we were a little out of our league.  But I think we came out relatively unscathed.  One caveat we

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I am eight months pregnant.  No one seems to believe me when I tell them how far along I am, but trust me, I am feeling every one of those months.  The baby is establishing a movement schedule, and though it's always reassuring to feel him wriggling, the exception is when I'm attending a concert and right around 9:30pm he starts poking his toes up under my ribs and the underwire of my bra and I

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-70120963178062085192011-04-09T12:42:00.000-04:002011-04-09T12:42:16.296-04:00

We've gone over and done a few little projects like cleaning debris from the porch, knock down cobwebs, rake leaves, little projects here and there (except for the leaves - that's a major project.)  I really, really want to get started painting - a relatively "easy" change that will start personalizing our home.  But we have to get people in first to do work, strip the wall paper and prime the

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-5268695835039731172011-03-12T12:42:00.002-05:002011-03-12T12:44:13.295-05:00

With the very real potential of being home owners and the even real-er advent of being parents, Sam and I are starting to hone in on what will be necessary purchases in the next few months.  Things like cribs and car seats and diapers and rakes and vacuums and gallons of paint are making the cut; other things, well, aren't.... Elephant clothes hamper! (What is with this crazy disfunction in the

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Everything that's been going on (mostly good, but very hectic) has valiantly distracted me from obsessing over cute (and unnecessary) baby stuff.  Stuff so cute (and unnecessary) that I probably wouldn't let the baby play with them.  Item A: A dinosaur teether!  Item B:London Building Blocks Item C:This is London : a travel book for kids by Miroslav Sasek I also changed my backdrop on my

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Today, I am unhappy to say, has been a day.  It hasn't even been a very bad day (like the days we had in January.  THOSE were some days.  Notice the lack of posts.  January was not my favorite month.), but the day has been, if you get my meaning. I woke up uncomfortable and cranky, worrying about all the problems the future is surely going to bring.  Then my computer decided to act really

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Today, Murray and I were out in the backyard right about the time Sam was supposed to be home.  Murray is an excellent watch dog, always watching out for suspicious movement and unfamiliar noises.  His reaction varies from a head tilt, to little "I'm-watching-you" "wuffs", to growls, to full out vicious barking (well, it's intended to be vicious - a 14 lB furry ball isn't exactly that).   While

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I've officially bailed on National Novel Writing Month.  I had the best of intentions, but that is one crappy novel that will remain unwritten.  Last February, when I first read about it, I was totally stoked.  Write 50,000 words of pure gibberish?  Have you read my blog?  But this Novemeber (the official month) is shaping up to be pretty crazy and it quickly went on the back burner. And at 1,667

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A whirlwind trip, it's taking me longer to recover than I imagined.  Add to the fact that my to-do list is extraordinarily expanded, I'm on a fast track to nap town - my typical refuge in times of turmoil.  I can't seem to shake the exhaustion that came from the 10 day frenetic pace.  Things to-do: write up pitches and work out some story ideas, build a new website (sorry blog-out-of-my-head,

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As I was waiting at the airport to travel to New York, I called my grandmother to wish her a happy birthday.  Turns out, she was in the hospital, thinking she'd had a heartattack.  Fortunately, that was not the case, but it was the bitter icing on the cake for the beginning of my trip: I had also discovered, while looking for my journal (which never turned up), that the registration stickers for

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I work in a library, I love research, and I'm interested in family history, so when the opportunity came up to participate in StoryCorps, I took it.   In truth, Sam and I had discussed participating when we visited the Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco, but their station was closed that day and only by appointment, anyhow.  I didn't think anything of it until a few months later I saw

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-56988653108056741212010-09-28T16:22:00.000-04:002010-09-28T16:22:05.180-04:00

I'll be back soon exploring the theme of journalism, but for now let me direct you to another post, inspired by Anna Pickard of Little Red Boat.  She's an personal and writerly inspiration to me with her honesty, unique turns of phrase and walking skillz - even though we've never met she is a favorite person of mine.  You can find out more over on the sidebar there as the perma-link "Shipshape".

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I may have mentioned this before but it's still awesome. And this makes me happy...always respect a good ad. 01110100011010000110100101110011 And for a chuckle: this and that. Just enjoying the wealth of amusement on the internets today. What the heck, this fits here, too.

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I come from a family of paparezzi.  My grandmother, my mother and I are all fiercely devoted to taking photos; my mother and I tend to keep every scrap of paper we can lay our hands on and document all sorts of things like crazy.  My father, on the other hand, tends to get annoyed by the constant shutterclicking and claims to "just remember" the view or the story or whatever it is we girls are

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Quite obviously, I either have too much time on my hands or I misuse it entirely too much.  I think option B. After spending a few years lamenting the fact that I don't have time to read, then lamenting the fact that Terry Pratchett and LM Montgomery are the only authors I enjoyed reading and rereading and that they are each cut from a singular cloth, I have started a

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According to an email I received and can't be bothered to fact check, this past August had 5 Sundays, 5 Mondays and 5 Tuesdays in it - an event that won't happen again for another 823 years.  Also, according to the source of "this guy I was talking to" Mars is as close to the Earth as it will be for the next 200 years.   For as much time as I spend on the internet, there is pretty little to

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-42427091665215591512010-08-22T00:17:00.000-04:002010-08-22T00:17:23.501-04:00

This past week - month - season - year - has been .... eclectic.  That is the best I can do.  Primarily, it's been a year of joy and I'm overjoyed I've gotten to experience it.  Secondarily, it's been a year of a serious learning curve and I'm glad to have experienced it, even though I have a feeling I'm still in the upswing.  At least I hope I am. Even though I'm "out" of school, my work

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While back home in Indiana this weekend to attend a wedding, I multitasked by cleaning out my bedroom. Since I'm married now and unlikely to need the space in the immediate future (and since the likelihood is my grandmother will) it was time. The room that has stood as a shrine to a little girl needed to be repurposed. And for that to happen it needed to be emptied. I admit that while

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You know what is a weird word? Drawer. You can say it "draw-er", "drar", or "dror". The more you say it the less like a real word it becomes. Which is true of any word. You don't have to be stoned for that to work. You just have to remove the word from any context. So maybe you should say "draughtsman" instead.And, by the way, there was a lady with a bunch of bling on the other day. She

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ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-84764844635468599742010-06-09T18:58:00.003-04:002010-06-09T20:58:53.568-04:00

I've recently started contributing to an on-line arts magazine as a reviewer. While I was and am grateful to have a forum for my "voice" and a reason to use some of the knowledge and experience I've acquired, at the same time I was and am hesitant about becoming "a critic". To have my opinions, most of which are transitory, be available, documented, and worst of all, open for criticism

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-78800304798665751362010-05-15T22:00:00.006-04:002010-05-15T23:22:07.719-04:00

It has rained incessantly this week. Incessantly? Indeed - tirelessly, unstopping, monotonously, unremittingly, interminably. The last fine day we had was last Saturday - bright, chill, more autumnal then spring but beggars can't be choosers - a perfect day to get married. Which, I did. I and my husband. A perfect day. Primarily. No one was too hot and no one was too cold. Perfect.

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T minus 7 days until nuptial bliss. Yup. I *may* have had my freakout yesterday. I thought I had it a few weeks ago, but again with the hyper-sensitivity and overreactingness. But then, maybe it's still to come. We'll see. Fortunately, Mom comes on Monday and Sam will no longer be the sole bearer of my emotional well being. My freak out started while I was attending a social event for a

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I just wrote a very difficult post. I had to be honest, with myself and other people, heart wrenchingly honest. I laid it all out there. I almost couldn't do it and may retract what I wrote yet. And this is why I'll never be a great novelist or even a decent writer. To be that raw, that open. If I can't do that with friends, how do I do that with the world? How do I open myself up, write

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We are fast approaching wedding season and I was pretty delighted yesterday when I walked into my friend's house to a surprise wedding shower. My friends are pretty widely spread out across the country, my family is primarily in Indiana, so I hadn't been planning on having a shower at all. I had even helped with a shower the weekend before and had mentally considered that shower as "my" shower,

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It most likely has a long and venerable history, but I bet it's primarily weather related, a sort of giddiness brought on by sunlight, warm winds, and a general derobing. I have, to date, never pulled a successful April Fool's joke. I just don't have that mischevious bent. Though I think the joke this year was "that dog over there jsut peed on your dog's head". NOT very funny.I appreciate a

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Enamored with this artist....I want to put this painting up in my dress room, when I have a room just for dressing. And have reasons to wear beautiful dresses and attend prom in the fifties.Image via Jane Hill Studio.

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I don't like birds. As I described yesterday, it's goes something like this... "Dogs are gross, but they're on the ground. Humans are gross, but you can generally avoid them. Cows are gross, but they, too, are on the ground and generally avoidable. Birds are in the air, above your head, being gross."This last week has been a bit rough. I mean, not really, in the grand scheme of things, but

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Why don't I own these boots? I would wear them never and love them always!

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This is my new favorite band of all time. I've only ever listened to this song three times and then a few of their other videos, but that's enough to know true love and a certain kinship. I think we should be friends.

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I love Venice. I love miniatures. I love artfulness. I love craftiness. I love photography. I love seeing more than what's there. I love pink. I love blue. I love petals. I love new blogs. I love this blog. I love her jewelry.Image via Kris's color stripes.

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I just figured out why I am hating winter so much right now! It's not that it's cold, colder than usual and disgustingly unpleasant outside with a wintery mix - far worse than either snow or rain. It's not that it seems like this winter has been both colder and longer than before. It's not that our house is always cold (my apartment was just as cold and much less cosy). It's not that my sun

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OK Go - This Too Shall Pass from OK Go on Vimeo.

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I thought of a few more potential life changers. Now I'll share them.1) Buy / make / share / support / more art. Sam and I have been saying we want to get something. But since we haven't found anything that a) is affordable and b) sings to us, we haven't gotten anything. And the last few pieces of "art" that I've obtained have been handmade. I'm all for handmade, and I love what I've done (

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Today is Epiphany, the traditional day the three [wismans] bring gifts to Baby Jesus. Which I think is totally awesome. The Christmas season lasts a week longer, you have another reason to get everybody together AND whoever finds Baby Jesus in the cake hosts the tamales party on Feb. 2. How are we not celebrating like this all the time [INTERROBANG]!?!Also, we are supposed to have yet another

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I'm almost 37% positive that this is the actual story!

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It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England.We're within inches of the perfect distance from the sun,the sky is blueberries and cream,and the wind is as warm as air from a tire.Even the headstones in the graveyardSeem to stand up and say "Hello! My name is..."It's enough to be sitting here on my porch,thinking about Kermit Roosevelt,following the course of an ant,or walking out into the

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It has become quite quickly my favorite thing to come home to Murray (and Sam, of course). He is sweet and funny. Like when you're eating something interesting and he tries to get right in your face to see what it is. Or when he wants you to play with him and he grabs on to your finger and DRAGS it to were he wants it to be. Or when he wants to play, but you pick the wrong toy and you throw

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I'm not a tremendously organized person, but I do tend to keep things rather well. I'm something of a hoarder as well (we've already had that discussion), so when something is just NOT TO BE FOUND it is extremely frustrating for me. I usually fall into the emotional category of wait-and-see-and-it-might-show-up but every once and a while you just have to admit to yourself that whatever it is is

libbilunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-33968664742998804572009-11-08T21:29:00.002-05:002009-11-08T21:48:26.289-05:00

Yesterday I started getting scared by my impulse purchase of a wedding dress (yeah, that's the way I do it) and so I decided to try it on again. I'd been talking on the phone and describing it and when I pictured what I was saying it scared me. Had I made a mistake? Was I going to regret it? So I pulled it out of its hiding spot to take another look.First I swept the floor (need to be done

libbilunoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-10431838758132049092009-11-03T16:21:00.001-05:002009-11-03T16:21:54.273-05:00

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-84836893173445018362009-10-12T23:28:00.002-04:002009-10-12T23:39:09.465-04:00

Quickly, quickly so I won't forget - -Good, naturally not long enough visit with mom. She got to see our house, our neighborhood, our hangouts. Met her granddog - calls his grandma "Rah-ro". That's what happens when you let them pick out their own names for you and they can't talk so good. We had some good walks, good play sessions, excellent times. Amazing time at the dog park and looked at

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I don't really go to my Flickr site unless I'm uploading pictures, but as I followed links today I wound up there and thought I'd check out my friends/family action. Nothing much there to report (my poor mother has only managed to upload one photo - the perils of dial up internet) - but I received a message saying that one of my Belguim pictures was selected in a Brussels online map! How cool.I

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-73108063491174401142009-09-20T16:48:00.003-04:002009-09-20T17:08:39.872-04:00

Apparently our lovely summer is almost over, which means one thing to me ---- start thinking about next summer.I do not enjoy winter. I do not like being cold. If necessary, I can manage some cool weather, perhaps even appreciate a little, but cold I could do without. I do not think sweaters and boots are a fair tradeoff from skirts and sandals.So I'm thinking about next summer and focusing on my

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-5364497405725333042009-09-06T22:20:00.003-04:002009-09-06T23:17:43.744-04:00

1. Window Dresser.I love seeing creative and intriguing window displays. Anthropologie is always classy, and it really draws me in, which is the point. But that is definitely one of the jobs that has fallen by the wayside. I wish I had been weird and arty back in the sixties or eighties when it was an essential and interesting job and the store image was not necessarily dictated by a panel for

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-50638423760321271802009-08-25T18:46:00.004-04:002009-09-01T23:41:30.522-04:00

I woke up last Tuesday to workers FINALLY working on the drainage ditch that was dug about four weeks ago. The noise, however, was stressing Murray out, so we decided to take him on our errands for morning. It made everything take a little longer, as one of us would keep him outside and the other go into the bank, dry cleaners, coffee shop, laudremat, etc. Yes, we are the people who take their

libbilunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-86593733139366076752009-08-24T19:47:00.004-04:002009-08-25T19:32:43.371-04:00

Saturday was my official "last day of summer" as school started Monday, which meant we are back on the "normal" schedule of nights and weekends. Yes! The summer has been draining and incredibly busy. It'll be nice to come into work in the afternoon, have my "weekends" when other people are at work and work the hours that I had gotten used to. The whole summer seems to have been wonky, with three

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Points A: I did not fully understand until tongiht that there was a new Project Runway, but I thoroughly enjoyed the premiere and am looking forward to the show..even though I thought Ari Fish's design was very interesting and much better than the negligee that other guy sent down the runway. I mean, for reals, she at least had a concept and I'm sorry if it wasn't "LA" style, it was interesting

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This is our sweet new boy, Murray Hanssen Wisman (not hypenated, Hanssen is his middle name). We adopted him from a shelter in Kansas City, MO called Wayside Waifs. We had heard great things about it and it really is a stellar organization. The place was bumpin' on Saturday afternoon when we went to look at dogs. Sam and I had very specific requirements, so we didn't have the greatest

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-85154179895695658772009-07-26T21:29:00.002-04:002009-07-26T21:32:54.687-04:00

(sigh)"What's wrong?""Oh, nothing. I'm just fretting a little bit.""What are you worried about?""I don't know...""Tell me."".....well.....How am I supposed to plan a wedding in 10 months?"".......!""I know what I just said is ridiculous. Shut up."

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Drink holders are important to have. A drink holder is an important thing to be. I would know, as I am not a good holder of drinks. I used to be very skilled at the holding of drinks. I could hold so many drinks you would have thought I'd had professional training. However. In the last few years, the drinks I can hold has started to number approximately 2. And I am not talking about

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-92057836457630194812009-07-09T15:37:00.001-04:002009-07-09T15:39:02.143-04:00

When I moved from Indiana to Kansas City, we took my bedframe apart so that it would fit in the moving truck. No big deal, it just unscrews in a couple of places and the sides fold up. However, when we reassembled it in Kansas City, I couldn't find the nuts and bolts to put it back together. They had been shoved in a pocket, in a box, somewhere unfathomable. No big deal, I went to hardware

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It's deep midsummer and I'm finally feeling as though I can relax. I only have one more trip planned, a whirlwind weekend in Indiana, but other than that there's nothing on my radar. Nothing other than unpack from moving, decorate the new space (yea!), continue to try to rent out my old apartment (please, please, please somebody need a place and soon), a big project at work and all the little

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-1747464684114751182009-06-10T21:51:00.001-04:002009-06-10T21:52:09.772-04:00

I had a semi lucid conversation with my grandmother today. That makes me happy.

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A few weekends ago, Sam and I went to Chicago for a long weekend to visit some friends and family. I met one of my best friend's fiancée, had lunch with Sam's cousin and her boyfriend, drinks at the famous "Billy Goat Tavern", saw a rock concert (forgot earplugs - hearing FAIL), took the train, was sick for a day, went to lots of record/music shops and went to the shores of ol' Lake Michigan and

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-59900417581257560032009-05-04T22:04:00.004-04:002009-05-04T22:08:57.484-04:00

I'm kind of grumpy and overwhelmed so I thought instead of writing about how grumpy and overwhelmed I am and why I'm so grumpy and overwhelmed, I'd just post some pictures I took of flowers. Ahhhh.

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Yesterday I put my plants out on the balconey. Today I look out and find that either the wind and rain or possibly some birds or squirrels have ripped off the leaves of some of them - including TWO of the MOONFLOWERS that I was so looking forward to watching grow. Somewhere, somehow, somebody's gonna get it. Be warned.

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I've got too much going on to write right now. The job, the weird hours, the catching up on reading, the scouring wedding ideas, the trying to not drive fiance crazy with the mundane details he doesn't care about, the finding a place to move to, the living from day to day....it's kind of nice to be dealing with stuff as opposed to thinking and writing about stuff - getting lost in my own head.I

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-54531356979049950072009-04-20T20:53:00.004-04:002009-04-20T21:54:07.086-04:00

These are my signs that spring is here:I FINALLY got to go for a walk and take pictures of flowers and trees and such. I sat under a crab apple tree and watched a cloud that looked like a leaping whale.I FINALLY wore a skirt and sandles and didn't majorly regret that choice. Since I have many, many underutilized skirts and dresses (with plans to expand the family) it is a major awesome step in my

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-59453237709893270312009-04-18T15:54:00.004-04:002009-04-18T16:16:25.969-04:00

Over the course of my internet browsing, I came across the art work to the left. I immediately fell in love and clicked to the website. However, it's going to be quite awhile before I can afford the $490 pricetag for somethign like this. But I thought, "It looks pretty simple, surely I, even without mad crafting skills, can manage a reasonable facsimile?" I'm here to tell you that, even though

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The thing I hate most about being sick is the constant drip drip drip from my runny nose.The thing I hate more than that are the out-of-nowhere racking coughs that won't stop even when you're trying to have a conversation with someone and/or trying to sleep, no matter how many lozenges you suck, or how much water you drink.The thing I hate more than that is waking up from a drug induced sleep in

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-7706722216735855662009-04-05T19:21:00.002-04:002009-04-05T19:22:20.683-04:00

I've been using Moleskine journals for years. However, I've always called them "Moleskin"! What else have I been mistaken about all my life?

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When you look up at the sky through the leaves of a tree in late summer about forty minutes before sunset and the birds are roosting in their nests but the bats haven't come out yet and the rabbits are grazing in the corner by the creek and human voices are muted and the air smells warm...that's my favorite color.

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(the view of the parking lot from my balconey Sunday morning...)I'd like to apologize to the Internet for not being active in a very long time. Which is untrue. I have been very, very active. This is what I've done on the Internet since the last post:Post on a different blog my high school friends have to stay involved in each other's lives.Adjust to new FacebookCheck weather (storm's a'comin!)

libbilunoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-36655150887316391722009-03-24T18:27:00.002-04:002009-03-24T19:32:24.491-04:00

It seems like it's been much longer than a week and a half. I expected all sorts of NEW and EXCITING things to have taken place while I was gone, but alas. I guess because I was having such a blast I assumed others were, too.It's hard to tell the story of the trip without A) being too brief and B) being too over enthusiastic. When I came back from Europe the last time, only my ever loving

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-3968214477935523232009-03-10T21:35:00.006-04:002009-03-11T22:56:49.061-04:00

I'm heading off to Europe tomorrow. This post is going to be short and sweet, cause I need to rest up for the LOOOOOOOOONG day in the airports, but I have a little mathematical conundrum for you....If I took a two hour walk on Friday, and took 13 pictures, most of them of nothing really, newly budding trees, interesting clouds, a neat building, etc..... And now I'm going to Europe for eight days

libbilunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-16021666958865614512009-03-01T16:16:00.002-05:002009-03-01T16:25:47.214-05:00

I came across this article in my internet reading. I love a few things: 1) that someone is trying to bring attention to people's attitudes in the here and now and how powerful attitude is an every situation, 2) that the project was in London, 3) that creativity, and fostering creativity, is a primary objective. Without being creative and positive, it will take a long(er) time to recover from the

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-46893731429244079992009-02-28T14:14:00.004-05:002009-02-28T15:11:54.569-05:00

Big snow storm came through last night and it's still blustery now. Of course, since I never have too far to go, I think it's lovely and white, but I feel for everyone who has to drive in this junk. Of course, I realize that it's still February.....but does the weather realize it was 70 on Wednesday?I took some time on Wednesday and walked to a little park a few blocks from my apartment. It is a

libbilunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-60995496576697956052009-02-23T21:12:00.003-05:002009-02-23T22:32:00.290-05:00

I have been busy, busy these last few weeks. To the average person (and myself from a year ago) I don't appear busy - but when you sleep 10 hours a day and spend most of the intervening hours between sleep and work either reading or socializing, well, that becomes your "busy".I'm feeling much better about life and things since I've been able to sleep 'til I'm rested, since not every waking

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-64156355682732421232009-02-18T19:25:00.007-05:002009-02-18T20:17:32.364-05:00

The other night I had one of the most peculiar dreams of my life. Dreams are weird, as everyone has experienced, but I can't figure out where this one came from.My dream:I was reading book review blurbs. Not the book, the blurb. You know, the snippets from critics, or other authors, or magazines that they but on the back or cover to convince you to read it. These blurbs tend to be highly

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-3569341946726308492009-02-15T17:31:00.008-05:002009-02-15T18:46:17.265-05:00

Many years ago, some friends and I got together to make valentine cards. We watched some bad movies, Anchorman and Save the Last Dance as I recall, and made funny cards from the quotes. My personal favorite was, "I would never bust a cap in your @$$, Valentine." I liked it so much (or maybe, I don't like other people so much as to promise such a thing) that I kept it and it still makes me happy.

libbilunoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-25803077092878786232009-02-14T18:47:00.001-05:002009-02-15T19:25:36.098-05:00

"Do not allow yourself to be confused in your aloneness by something within you that wishes to be released from it. This very wish, if you will calmly and deliberately use it as a tool, will help to expand your solitude into far distant realms. People have, with the help of so many conventions, resolved everything the easy way, on the easiest side of easy. But it is clear that we must struggle

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-18440968135669449692009-02-10T22:22:00.003-05:002009-02-10T22:52:07.841-05:00

There was just a tremendous crash of thunder from outside. I wish I was in my apartment hearing it, as it is one of my favorite sounds, but ah well. We are having wonderfully strange weather for February (I could comfortably wear a skirt today) and I guess summerlike thunderstorms come with the territory.Today's awesome new word: insouciant. Love. It.I discovered a new author today. Haven't

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-27956296984656232342009-02-09T22:36:00.003-05:002009-02-09T22:46:07.667-05:00

I'm wishing I lived in Avonlea right now. I want the simple pleasures of a well made bisquit, maybe a quilting bee, or a walk along the Lake of Shining Waters. I want to coordinate matching muslim gowns with my best friend, and wear flowers in my hair. I want to write silly, girly poetry, and play make believe. I want to have gray eyes and an elegant neck and I want to smell the breeze from

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-28918485244963441532009-02-03T21:36:00.003-05:002009-02-03T21:57:03.530-05:00

After a mentally stressful week, I have good news.A) One of my dear friends is pregnant with her first child.B) Another had her second child, a beautiful, healthy baby girl.C) And yet another has become recently engaged.What a week! To celebrate, I've linked to one of my most favorite vidoes of all time....Please to Enjoy!

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Because I am technologically disinclined (and feel like a big idiot because of it) I can't figure out how to post a video. But I want to share this with whomever.....it helped ease my irritation at the universe for a few minutes.http://www.vimeo.com/1211060?pg=embed&sec=1211060Please to Enjoy!

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This morning when I left me apartment, there was a dead cat at the bottom of the stairs. I don't know if it got hit by a car, or got into a fight, or what, but this cat is just one of a myriad that the downstairs neighbors sort of own/feed. Most of them seem pretty self sufficient - they disappear for a couple of weeks, then show up again, then leave. They seem pretty friendly, outgoing, not

libbilunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-88115205470720241652009-01-26T22:53:00.003-05:002009-01-26T23:08:10.627-05:00

I watched a movie today set in Iceland, in a small sea town during the 60's? 50's? It was hard to tell. Maybe it's now and away from the metropolis of Reykjavik it's forty years ago.I love watching movies in a foriegn language. After the first few scenes my eye jumps so quirkly from subtitles to the action that I almost feel like I understand what the character is saying. Almost. Icelandic

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The last few days I've been trying to wrap my head around some difficult issues. A friend is getting a divorce, one of the "solid" couples that I always thought would make it, and it throws any sort of thoughts in the direction of marriage pretty far away. This is the third, maybe fourth couple to get divorced within the last two years. Doesn't seem too extreme, but the last three happened

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-82169523386729393422009-01-20T20:57:00.003-05:002009-01-20T21:52:40.714-05:00

that you want to see in the world."I don't know if the world will be forever changed tonight. I don't know if what happened today will make the world a better place. Only time will tell. The best thing to have happened is that the primary message is of hope and of change. For people to want change, to believe in hope - in politics, I think that is pretty amazing.So there are things that will

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-48365833031103639812009-01-18T23:05:00.002-05:002009-01-18T23:11:34.429-05:00

The next few days are important, so I'm not going to worry too much about adding my infantile opinion of things that don't matter.Enjoy yourselves, Internet, and keep in mind what's really important in life. FreedomFoodPeaceWaterHealthHappinessFamilyCalmSafetyFriendsLearningFutureChildrenand the greatest of these is Love.Happy Civil Rights and Happy Inauguration. Whether you agree with the pick

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-89567091794865158122009-01-18T21:09:00.005-05:002009-01-18T21:57:30.927-05:00

This is the mood I'm in. This picture is much prettier than I feel. I feel dark and gloomy.This is what the sky looked like in the northeast at sunset yesterday. This is what I'll try to aspire to....cotton candy sweetness and a lightness of spirit.I think the drugs will kick in soon (all legal) and then I won't feel like severely harming all the stupid people in the world. If only they didn't

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-33721599337322789952009-01-17T17:32:00.002-05:002009-01-17T17:35:19.915-05:00

Feeling a little bit run down, but for no particular reason, it's just....my Monday is Saturday (today) and I've got the post weekend blues. I'd rather not speak to people (not good when in customer service), so I have to keep reminding myself that helping people is good. Fortunately, I enjoy it, so it isn't so much of a stretch. I know I sound like a broken record, but if it only wouldn't be

libbilunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986840.post-54243317651946762462009-01-14T22:45:00.002-05:002009-01-14T23:25:08.270-05:00

I hate eating salad. There, I've admitted it, I do. I know this is not the time of year to make such a statement, what with resolutions to uphold, but I don't care. I've eaten a salad the past four nights and, while they were delicious, I hated eating every bite.This is because there is no way (in my experience) to eat salad and not look like a cow chewing its cud. A substantial bite of

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All I can think about are ways to spend money. Shoes that are too cute not to exist in my closet, DVDs that I swear I would watch over and over and over again, books that I NEED to add to my shelves, art supplies for the many and varied projects that I hope to attempt, oven mitts, dish towels, frames, vases, chandeliers, clothing, clothing, clothing, it never ends. I am a shameful and helpless

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to not become famous. Thank you to everyone for making this dream come true.Thank you for not putting pictures of me grocery shopping in sweats on the front cover of magazines.Thank you for never including me in a "What They Look Like Without Makeup - You'll be Amazed".Thank you for not creating television shows and websites to gossip about my love life.Thank you for not trying to determine how

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