Well...

2 poems and 1 chapter today. Guess I sort of am a "writer". Getting there at least. And hey, the night's still young.

I kinda feel like I turn to poetry writing when my attention starts wandering. Which sometimes makes me feel like a horrible person. I often just string words together without much thought and post it. Then I'll occasionally get a comment analyzing it. I don't tell them how far off base they are. I was probably thinking of burritos and not the meaning of love when I wrote it. Sorry.

Maybe I'll have to add that to the descriptions. What I was really thinking.

Maybe not.

Long, long ago, when I was an angst-riddled teenager, I wrote with meaning and purpose. I'd also spend hours analyzing the meaning of song lyrics.

Then Incubus told me a song was about an arm falling asleep.

So I stopped.

And wrote stories about soup bowls instead.

Yeah, I'm just procrastinating now.

And I kinda wanna watch Labyrinth. Which is a word a am eternally grateful to have spell-check for because I will NEVER learn how to properly spell it.

Dear Catastrophe Waitress

It's possible I have Belle & Sebastian songs stuck in my head. SO. GOOD.

Anyway. On to a real topic. Namely, my life.

As I was driving to pick up dinner tonight, (Outback curbside pickup ftw) I decided a few things. The most significant being that I am going to stop going back and forth on the whole "do I go to college or not" and the "what am I going to be when I grow up" subjects. Because I have decided. I really am going to be a writer. I might end up the starving artist sort but I doubt it. There is absolutely no legitimate reason as to why I cannot be a successful writer. There's barely a reason I can't do anything I put real effort towards.

So there ya have it.

I'm going to write. I'm going to get published. I'm going to go on book tours and get invited to nerdy conventions. I'm going to hopefully inspire other young people to follow their dreams and stop believing in limits. I'm going to raise my son to not only think but know that he can do anything.

If more people knew that then the world wouldn't be in such a precarious place at the moment.

Yep, I'm gonna be a writer folks so better keep your eyes out :D

Shock, Awe, and Smurfs

Well kids, today is June 7th, 2011 and it's been almost a year since I remembered I have a blog! This happens to me a lot. Mostly when life starts happening at a greater pace than I can keep track of. I included a picture of Smurfs in hopes of expediting the earning of your forgiveness for my negligence.

Mini update-

1.) I did get married. December 12, 2010. I had a fairly small wedding at the local Unitarian church and pretty much did everything myself with a lot of help from some very wonderful friends of mine. Below is an example of how I am accurately dramatizing how we all felt that day:

Granted, I was also incredibly excited to be married. FB is no longer FB but will now be referred to as "Hubs". I love him because he puts up with my ridiculous nicknames. Here you can see him giving me "that look":



I would like to point out that I also had the BEST CAKE TOPPER IN EXISTENCE. No other cake topper will ever in a million years live up to how awesome mine was. Unless they manage to duplicate mine and then wave a magic wand and make it come to life. Then it would surpass the supreme excellence of my cake topper:


So that basically sums up the wedding. There was an awesome cake topper. Hubs and I went to Disney for the honeymoon. We stayed at the wonderful Boardwalk hotel near Epcot and ate more food than any human should ever consume. It was the tastiest week of my life. It was also the most memorable and magical and I wanna go back RIGHT NOW!

2.) I'm currently 36 weeks pregnant. Yes, you read that correctly. I have a parasitic human living inside me. His name is Sebastian Dillon and will pretty much be born any time now, even though the official due date is July 4th. I am ecstatic. I am nervous. I am tired of peeing every 45 minutes. Hubs basically feels the same. He has been peeing every 45 minutes too. We call this empathetic urination.

3.) There really isn't a legitimate #3 that can really compete with the first two. I get to go on official maternity leave soon. That excites me. I hope to be productive and maybe do some writing. This can only be accomplished if I ignore video games. Dammit.

4.) I need to pee.

5.) I am hitting the "publish" button and then fully plan on going to the bathroom and urinating.

Imma Gettin Cultured!

About a week ago FB, some of our friends and myself all went to see the Nathan Sawaya: Replay exhibit at the Art and Culture Center of Hollywood. Now, keep in mind it's very hard for me to convince FB to go to any sort of anything with the title "museum" in it. So what could be so enticing to a 26 year old guy that he would actually get out of the house to go to a museum?

Why, Lego's of course.

Yep, the artist is famous for his work utilizing everyones favorite childhood medium of Lego's. Below are some pictures from the exhibit:

So neat how the pencil is "writing"...

That's about how I feel on a regular basis...

This one IS my favorite...I mean, how could it not be? It's SPACE related!

Hope you've enjoyed the pictures. I do recommend seeing it first hand. The museum itself is rather tiny and has some other odd things displayed. But hey, if you're a fan of "modern" art I'm sure you'd love it!

Maybe tomorrow I'll post an example of artwork that should be labeled "This is what's wrong with today's youth... though I probably would have done something similar at that age".

Misc Updates From Outer Space

I'm going to start out with the fact that I am extremely tired. I also have consumed quite a bit caffeine and sugar this morning. So I am extremely tired AND jittery. My brain feels like it is sloshing about in a swamp with gators chasing it.

The good news: I'm not really required to think today.

The bad news: I still can't go home yet or sleep.

Fuck.

So I will do a blog update! ::cheers::

Life update as of June 8, 2010...

FB is still jobless. It is driving me nuts. I can't justify bitching too much because he still manages to pay the bills. However he does owe me flowers. Which I CAN bitch about but don't because then I feel bad because he is jobless and doesn't have a lot of money.

My wedding is scheduled for December 12th. That's approximately 6 months away. I still have no details yet but I do have a dress. And I still very much want to elope. I also don't want to marry someone who is unemployed. That just seems to spell disaster.

If everything goes as planned I will be starting school in the fall. I'm nervous about committing to it though because I don't want it to interfere with my honeymoon plans...that aren't even made yet because I have no wedding plans...

I feel like I should stop worrying about all this because I know everything will work out okay just as it always does. Then I remember that things only work out okay probably because I do worry and then MAKE them work out okay. The worrying however is causing a lot of stress and it's nothing I can really change. So I am stuck.

I recently sponsored a child through World Vision. I haven't told anyone about that, not even FB. I am proud of myself and feel like I am doing at least one small thing to help out the world yet I don't feel he would understand. Kind of like that time he found out I was a closet environmentalist. Now I'm sort of being a closet humanitarian. Heh.

I am conflicted about many other things.

I do know, that despite all of our differences I do love FB with all my heart and want to start my family with him.

I never thought I would have a family. Often I feel as if I've been cast out of the one I was born with. I know they all love me dearly as I love them but I never felt that sense of secure belonging.

With FB I feel like I belong. Even if I don't feel like I belong in reality...I feel I belong with him. It's nice.

Well crap. This turned sappy.

Here's a picture of a mannequin with side-boob to help ease the sappiness:

Conversations with Cookie pt. 1

Every morning I wake up and eventually text Cookie. Sometimes this is while driving, sometimes this is during a successful J.P. ...point being...it HAPPENS. Some days well... things get really, really, REALLY amusing. At least to me they do. I've determined I find them funny enough to want to post them here. I don't really care what the rest of the world thinks though I do hope to make SOMEONE laugh besides myself.

Here is an excerpt from today's conversation in which we discuss part of my wedding...

ME: since you are best cookie does that mean we also get rehearsal dinner empanadas?
COOKIE: mhm just for you!
ME: yay!!!

ME:
COOKIE:
ME: /empanada dance
COOKIE: woohoo!
ME: you havent seen the empanada dance yet...
COOKIE: I wasn't aware you actually had an empanada dance ...
ME: it kinda looks like a retarded crab eating peanut butter...
COOKIE: LOL!!!
COOKIE: when did you invent this??
ME: sometime between 5 minutes ago and just now
COOKIE: did you actually do it as you planned it out?
ME: ...maybe.

That's just a brief glimpse of our antics. In other news, another friend of mine promised me a pterodactyl today. I just have to sign some form of silly safety waiver. I mean...jeesh..it's a PTERODACTYL. I get my OWN effing DINOSAUR. That is WIN.

In other, other news, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALLIE AKA BURRITO!!!!! I drew this picture for her to celebrate!

It's supposed to be a birthday burrito...yes...I know...horrible attempt... It's the thought that counts! Jeesh, people. (Please note that Allie in no way, shape or form actually resembles the pictured burrito.)

That's all for now!

Maybe tomorrow I'll post pictures of the empanada dance.

Thursdays Make Pancakes

...yes, I am painfully aware that doesn't quite make sense. I also happen to be rather apathetic about things making sense. I've also decided it sounds like it came from spam haiku. Maybe I should start writing for spammers. Hrmph.

I'm going to dedicate today's post to a very wonderful and fantastic woman who passed away last Saturday, my grandmother, Susan Kendall. She was an absolutely amazing person who took me to the library a lot as a child, made sure I drank my milk and helped me put together puzzles. She's the one that bought me my first pair of Nike's and baked me cakes that looked like cats on my birthday. For everyone that knew her, she touched their lives in similar ways. She will be dearly missed.

I'm not going to say she was taken out of this world too soon. She was 79 when she passed, which isn't very old by today's standards. However when my father died at an early age, that took so much life out of her. Then her husband, my grandfather, died a few years after that. That was the man she had been married to for SIXTY YEARS (which, she told me, btw, I have to beat her record in length of marriage). At that point, no matter how strong and resilient you are, I'm sure you'd rather go and be at peace with the people you are so greatly missing. I don't blame her. I wish she had been able to stick around for my wedding but I guess when it's time to go...it's time.

The funeral is today. Did I fly up to Ohio to attend? No. Do I feel a little crappy about that? Of course. When it comes down to it I really just didn't have the money and work needed me. FB still needs to meet that side of my family (I haven't been that close to them since my father passed away) and I'd rather cart him off to Ohio with me when people are less depressed. So at some point we will venture up there but now just wasn't that time. I hope everyone up there understands that.

Which reminds me, I still need to contact my one aunt. I haven't called because I knew I'd just be a useless pile of crying mess on the phone. I'm not that stellar at verbal communication especially when sad. Thinking of taking the easy way out and explaining everything in a nice, long, letter. Right now they probably think I'm sitting in warm, sunny Florida being an insensitive brat. Well... I don't really care. My grandmother knows I love her and that is all that matters. I know she is at peace now and I am going to practice celebrating life, not mourning death.

...oh and...I want pancakes now. Crap.