excited for a day of halloween prepping. some pumpkin carving, some coloring, maybe some caramel apples if i can con my way into some and we will finish the evening off with a showing of, hocus pocus (my favorite halloween movie).
Saturday, October 30, 2010
saturday morning inspirations
excited for a day of halloween prepping. some pumpkin carving, some coloring, maybe some caramel apples if i can con my way into some and we will finish the evening off with a showing of, hocus pocus (my favorite halloween movie).
Friday, October 29, 2010
farewell october
this morning was the first morning where i really felt autumn in the air. the air was brisk and filled my lungs, there was that smell in the air....not the typical "eww the trash stinks!" but fall was in the air. today was one of the first days where the heat wasn't overwhelming. it was enjoyable. and i really wish i could have enjoyed it more than i was able to. but hopefully the weekend proves to be nothing short of amazing.
but just as expected, the month flew by before i could enjoy it. this was a month of a lot of ups and downs.
lows:
unfortunately there was no visit to the pumpkin patch this year. iain opted out since he had gone to one with his school. i guess he's at that age right now where he doesn't like to "repeat" things. honestly, it bummed me out a little but i am hoping that the impending holiday season will give us some time to do some adventuring. we also haven't had a chance to carve any pumpkins or make caramel apples. we did a few halloween crafts and watched some halloween movies. my once halloween enthusiast has disappeared. hopefully its only temporary
the anniversary of mom's death....while it was sad, i made it through this year without any breakdowns. i did a lot of remembering, especially of the good times. i talked about her, i remembered her, i missed her, i talked to her even if she's not here, i like to think she can still hear me.
uncle kenny's memorial service. i wasn't able to make it but i heard it was amazing. it just breaks my heart that i couldn't be there for some of my family.
the great apartment flood and everything that went along with that.
but like they always say, there's always a silver lining. a few of the good things that happened this month:
R. was offered a position with the NNPS system and we are finally back on track to being a two income family. this is huge for us and i couldn't be more excited. its been tough living on just my income alone, but we somehow did it. and now some of that stress will melt away and we can get back to our normal lives!
my moms anniversary really allowed me to finally let go of some of the emotional baggage i was still holding on to. and i really feel like i can finally start healing and moving on. i know now its okay to be sad and miss her, but i dont need to blame myself anymore.
i reconnected with some people from my past. and said the things i needed to say to them and got some feedback.
the new apartment. it took some pushing but i got my way in the end and i think we're all much happier in the new place.
but just as expected, the month flew by before i could enjoy it. this was a month of a lot of ups and downs.
lows:
unfortunately there was no visit to the pumpkin patch this year. iain opted out since he had gone to one with his school. i guess he's at that age right now where he doesn't like to "repeat" things. honestly, it bummed me out a little but i am hoping that the impending holiday season will give us some time to do some adventuring. we also haven't had a chance to carve any pumpkins or make caramel apples. we did a few halloween crafts and watched some halloween movies. my once halloween enthusiast has disappeared. hopefully its only temporary
the anniversary of mom's death....while it was sad, i made it through this year without any breakdowns. i did a lot of remembering, especially of the good times. i talked about her, i remembered her, i missed her, i talked to her even if she's not here, i like to think she can still hear me.
uncle kenny's memorial service. i wasn't able to make it but i heard it was amazing. it just breaks my heart that i couldn't be there for some of my family.
the great apartment flood and everything that went along with that.
but like they always say, there's always a silver lining. a few of the good things that happened this month:
R. was offered a position with the NNPS system and we are finally back on track to being a two income family. this is huge for us and i couldn't be more excited. its been tough living on just my income alone, but we somehow did it. and now some of that stress will melt away and we can get back to our normal lives!
my moms anniversary really allowed me to finally let go of some of the emotional baggage i was still holding on to. and i really feel like i can finally start healing and moving on. i know now its okay to be sad and miss her, but i dont need to blame myself anymore.
i reconnected with some people from my past. and said the things i needed to say to them and got some feedback.
the new apartment. it took some pushing but i got my way in the end and i think we're all much happier in the new place.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
act your age....
whats the saying?
act your age, not your shoe size?
i think this could also work to remind people to dress their age, not their shoe size. or stop shopping in the juniors section after a certain age or if you're going to do it, be smart about it. obviously if you're approaching your 40's, you probably should not be wearing a miniskirt and your bubbies (yes, bubbies) should not be hanging out all over the place.
a friend of mine reminded me recently, "know your audience." meaning, if you want people to respect you, take you seriously and you want to make a good impression, you should be dressed to do so. i honestly get real tired of hearing people use the excuse that they "look good for their age" and that allows them to still dress as if they're between the ages of 17 and 24. you can look good for your age, dress appropriately and still feel sexy. without looking 1. ridiculous 2. trashy and 3. idiotic.
this entire blog was sparked by a recent reviewing/updating of my employers dress-code policy. not much changed in it from when i was hired, some updating and clarification on certain things pertaining to womens clothing choices (which stemmed from an overly hot & humid summer, which women showed far more skin than was necessary in the workplace). i was pulled into my managers office, to specifically address my tattoos. in the dress-code policy it states that tattoos should be covered in a way to "minimize" the visibility of the tattoo(s). i was commended on keeping mine, specifically my chest piece, covered as much as possible on a regular basis. but i was asked to wear my hair down to keep my neck tattoos concealed. i wasn't in any way offended, more or less annoyed because i have really long/heavy/thick hair and sometimes it just feels better to pull it all up and out of my face. i was also asked to keep my cardigans on at all times, even when i'm seated at my desk. no problem again.
but this all made me think, how can my tattoos be so offensive that i need to keep them covered, when their are women walking around the company dressed like they just got done shopping at strippers 'r us? honestly i am offended by some of their clothing options, but according to the policy, they are within policy standards.
please tell me when 4-5" black patent leather stilettos ala stripper shoes became work appropriate?
**another old post i've dug up and finally posted, enjoy! from october 2010.
act your age, not your shoe size?
i think this could also work to remind people to dress their age, not their shoe size. or stop shopping in the juniors section after a certain age or if you're going to do it, be smart about it. obviously if you're approaching your 40's, you probably should not be wearing a miniskirt and your bubbies (yes, bubbies) should not be hanging out all over the place.
a friend of mine reminded me recently, "know your audience." meaning, if you want people to respect you, take you seriously and you want to make a good impression, you should be dressed to do so. i honestly get real tired of hearing people use the excuse that they "look good for their age" and that allows them to still dress as if they're between the ages of 17 and 24. you can look good for your age, dress appropriately and still feel sexy. without looking 1. ridiculous 2. trashy and 3. idiotic.
this entire blog was sparked by a recent reviewing/updating of my employers dress-code policy. not much changed in it from when i was hired, some updating and clarification on certain things pertaining to womens clothing choices (which stemmed from an overly hot & humid summer, which women showed far more skin than was necessary in the workplace). i was pulled into my managers office, to specifically address my tattoos. in the dress-code policy it states that tattoos should be covered in a way to "minimize" the visibility of the tattoo(s). i was commended on keeping mine, specifically my chest piece, covered as much as possible on a regular basis. but i was asked to wear my hair down to keep my neck tattoos concealed. i wasn't in any way offended, more or less annoyed because i have really long/heavy/thick hair and sometimes it just feels better to pull it all up and out of my face. i was also asked to keep my cardigans on at all times, even when i'm seated at my desk. no problem again.
but this all made me think, how can my tattoos be so offensive that i need to keep them covered, when their are women walking around the company dressed like they just got done shopping at strippers 'r us? honestly i am offended by some of their clothing options, but according to the policy, they are within policy standards.
please tell me when 4-5" black patent leather stilettos ala stripper shoes became work appropriate?
**another old post i've dug up and finally posted, enjoy! from october 2010.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
three years...
it doesn't seem like three years has passed, but october 19th has crept up on me again. today marked the three year anniversary since the last time i spoke with my mom. tomorrow will mark three years since my mother took her own life. i've been told that it gets easier as time goes on, but i have yet to see the light at the end of that tunnel. part of me is still angry and the other part of me still blames myself. i constantly question my actions about that night when i spoke to her. i should have known something wasn't right. i should have stopped and listened. i shouldn't have fought with her. but most of all, i should have said i love you. that part is what hurts the most. i never got the chance until it was too late.
now i spend a lot of time thinking about the things she's missed or the things that she will miss. she'll never see me walk down the aisle, she'll never meet R., she'll never be there for the birth of any future babies, she'll never see me walk across the stage to receive my bachelors degree, etc.
now i spend a lot of time thinking about the things she's missed or the things that she will miss. she'll never see me walk down the aisle, she'll never meet R., she'll never be there for the birth of any future babies, she'll never see me walk across the stage to receive my bachelors degree, etc.
There's no need for tears
Cause there's no need to cry
The love that you leave
Will never be left behind
This pain in my head comes straight from my heart
No woman alive could touch who you were
There's no one could take your place
Your beauty will never fade
The seed that you sewn
Now reachs for the sky
The song that you leave
Will never beat at night
And after this song, her spirit lives on
Though your not around you'll never be gone
Cause no one can take your place
Your beauty will never fade
But I... I could have danced on the sun
But my world came undone
Yeah, I... I could have danced on the sun
But my world came undone
This pain in my head comes straight from my heart
No woman alive could touch who you were...
Cause there's no need to cry
The love that you leave
Will never be left behind
This pain in my head comes straight from my heart
No woman alive could touch who you were
There's no one could take your place
Your beauty will never fade
The seed that you sewn
Now reachs for the sky
The song that you leave
Will never beat at night
And after this song, her spirit lives on
Though your not around you'll never be gone
Cause no one can take your place
Your beauty will never fade
But I... I could have danced on the sun
But my world came undone
Yeah, I... I could have danced on the sun
But my world came undone
This pain in my head comes straight from my heart
No woman alive could touch who you were...
Laura by Flogging Molly
RIP Kimmy Murphy
December 30th, 1964 - October 19th, 2007
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
need a gift idea for the art lover in your life!?
i've said it once and i'll say it again, i've got some pretty amazing and talented friends.
they're writers, artists, professionals, creators, singers, dancers and i'm pretty sure a few are superheros.
with the impending holiday season approaching us, i wanted to share some gift ideas with my readers.
so if you like art or want to buy someone in your life some truly amazing stuff, please check out:
from Pure Gold Paints:
I’m a perpetually 30-year-old painter living in Los Angeles specializing in watercolor and blood portraits of people and pets. I do other stuff too, but those are my passions. I love bringing out the essence that makes people who they are through a few brush strokes. It’s really effin’ cool! I work in watercolor because it takes patience, and that is something I generally lack. It MUST be worked fast and then you have to stop, let it dry.. control yourself. It’s like a rad life lesson.
My blood art is reserved for people doing the things that make them human to me- bleeding. performing. being interesting. I usually paint people suspending or something similar. It’s a fitting medium for something so close to my heart. I find the act of causing myself to bleed to be extremely cathartic. It’s essential to my life.
I’ve been an artist from the time I could hold a crayon, being in creepy kid advanced art classes since elementary classes. I used to sit with rolls of paper and duplicate ancient Egyptian scrolls with my watercolors when I was about 8 or 9 with freakish accuracy. I started teaching myself to read hieroglyphics around that time as well, and wanted to be an Egyptologist by the time I was 10. It’s still a fascination for me today.
In high school, my Egyptian passion was replaced by magazine spreads for high fashion. I covered every wall in my room with torn out pages from Harper’s Bazaar, mesmerized by the faces of these women, their bodies, angles, shapes. And I drew them, constantly. I dreamed in the human form.
And now.. the love of the form, of documentation.. it’s all come together to create my current love- portraits. Of people, being themselves. Doing their thing. From a photo or two I can create a representation of who you are. I love doing that. It’s like magic.. summoning something ethereal from a page with a brush and some paint.
When I am not creating for others through custom commissions, I spend time doing paintings of my muse for my own pleasure. In my opinion, the human form has never been so beautiful as it is with him, and his passion for bleeding and performing only make it more appealing to paint him. Wow- that sounds creepy. ha!
so what are you waiting for? head on over and order some rad stuff!!!
they're writers, artists, professionals, creators, singers, dancers and i'm pretty sure a few are superheros.
with the impending holiday season approaching us, i wanted to share some gift ideas with my readers.
so if you like art or want to buy someone in your life some truly amazing stuff, please check out:
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| Fortuna |
I’m a perpetually 30-year-old painter living in Los Angeles specializing in watercolor and blood portraits of people and pets. I do other stuff too, but those are my passions. I love bringing out the essence that makes people who they are through a few brush strokes. It’s really effin’ cool! I work in watercolor because it takes patience, and that is something I generally lack. It MUST be worked fast and then you have to stop, let it dry.. control yourself. It’s like a rad life lesson.
My blood art is reserved for people doing the things that make them human to me- bleeding. performing. being interesting. I usually paint people suspending or something similar. It’s a fitting medium for something so close to my heart. I find the act of causing myself to bleed to be extremely cathartic. It’s essential to my life.
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| Jean Harlow |
In high school, my Egyptian passion was replaced by magazine spreads for high fashion. I covered every wall in my room with torn out pages from Harper’s Bazaar, mesmerized by the faces of these women, their bodies, angles, shapes. And I drew them, constantly. I dreamed in the human form.
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| Carole Lombard |
When I am not creating for others through custom commissions, I spend time doing paintings of my muse for my own pleasure. In my opinion, the human form has never been so beautiful as it is with him, and his passion for bleeding and performing only make it more appealing to paint him. Wow- that sounds creepy. ha!
so what are you waiting for? head on over and order some rad stuff!!!
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