July 9th - July 15th
Day Nine: Big
Day Ten: Your Favorite Color
Day Eleven: Letter
Day Twelve: Texture
Day Thirteen: Open
Day Fourteen: Building
Day Fifteen: Finger
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Photo A Day July - Week One
THIS LIST:
July 1st - July 8th
Day One: Self Portrait
Day Two: Busy
Day Three: Best Part Of My Day
Day Four: Fun
Day Five: On The Floor
Day Six: Chair
Day Seven: Garden
250 Movie Challenge Update
As of today I have 176 movies of my Top 250 Movie Challenge watched.
74 movies to go.
Including today I have 178 days left of this year to finish them.
I can so do this.
xoxo
74 movies to go.
Including today I have 178 days left of this year to finish them.
I can so do this.
xoxo
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Moving On Is A Hard Thing To Do
It's OK. You can tell me what I've been telling myself for months. This is so pathetic. MOVE ON ALREADY! I think there should be some sort of special goggles you can wear when you're in the presence of "that guy." You know, the one you're sure, beyond a doubt that you're over him; and then you see him, and those annoying feelings start bubbling up to the surface yet again. I know I would invest in a hefty supply of said goggles. Stupid Marco (Polo)!
What in the heck sort of power does this guy have over me? I'm an intelligent, independent woman, so why is it that every time I see him, I morph into this 13-year-old again? I'm pretty sure he doesn't think we're even remotely compatible, and franktly, I'm not so sure we are, either.
But you know what's even worse (or annoying....I haven't decided yet)? I think my friends may have been right, at least in part. Maybe hes fear did stop him from seeing where things would go with us. After all, I had created this fantasy in my head for the last year or so, and the moment we were remotely moving toward that fantasy. I pushed him and in which, he recoiled. Yes, probably in fear. But don't we all do that?
I tried giving him space to think these over but in the end... I continued to push. I was scared. We're all so scared that the fantasy we'd built in our heads is all we'll ever have (or want?) that maybe we'd rather just have that instead of, well, the inevitable heartbreak that would probably come with reality.
I guess I just love that damn fantasy too much. That's not fair to me or him, I know, but how can I change the thought patterns I've had for a year or so? And again, maybe I'm just too afraid to try.
But the question still remains: Why do I keep opening these flood gates? Desperation? Craziness? I'm not sure, honestly.
What do you think? Am I really as hopelessly hopeless as I think?
What in the heck sort of power does this guy have over me? I'm an intelligent, independent woman, so why is it that every time I see him, I morph into this 13-year-old again? I'm pretty sure he doesn't think we're even remotely compatible, and franktly, I'm not so sure we are, either.
But you know what's even worse (or annoying....I haven't decided yet)? I think my friends may have been right, at least in part. Maybe hes fear did stop him from seeing where things would go with us. After all, I had created this fantasy in my head for the last year or so, and the moment we were remotely moving toward that fantasy. I pushed him and in which, he recoiled. Yes, probably in fear. But don't we all do that?
I tried giving him space to think these over but in the end... I continued to push. I was scared. We're all so scared that the fantasy we'd built in our heads is all we'll ever have (or want?) that maybe we'd rather just have that instead of, well, the inevitable heartbreak that would probably come with reality.
I guess I just love that damn fantasy too much. That's not fair to me or him, I know, but how can I change the thought patterns I've had for a year or so? And again, maybe I'm just too afraid to try.
But the question still remains: Why do I keep opening these flood gates? Desperation? Craziness? I'm not sure, honestly.
What do you think? Am I really as hopelessly hopeless as I think?
Monday, July 2, 2012
In The Kitchen: Vodka Steak Penne
I've been thinking I might start a new blog label/tag/category titled "In The Kitchen". It would be fitting for post like this one. I've been wanting to try my hand at cooking lately. Growing up with my mom (this master "chef") I've always liked cooking but never fully got into it. Once Pinterest came along great recipes have been putting up left and right. This new, "In The Kitchen" would where I talk about a lot of kitchen related things, but at the same time, a lot of nothing. I want to start trying new recipes, so I'll cook them up and post them here, along with the fact if I ended up liking it or not.
We'll see how this goes. Wish my no luck (never had it to begin with)
xoxo
To start this new idea off... I tried making....
We'll see how this goes. Wish my no luck (never had it to begin with)
xoxo
To start this new idea off... I tried making....
Vodka Cream Sauce with Steak and Penne!
This is what theirs looked like:
MINE:
That looks delicious right??
OH, IT WAS!
OH, IT WAS!
Ingredients:
1 14.5ox box of penne pasta
1 14.5ox box of penne pasta
1 tbsp olive oil
4 oz chopped bacon (i subbed this for a 6oz steak)
1/2 cup vodka
1 small spring fresh rosemary, whole
1/2 cup heavy cream
3 cups prepared tomato/pasta sauce
3/4 cup water
salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste
1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
Wanna see how this dish is made?? You can find it HERE!
Creative Sticky Notes
You might not know this about me but I love sticky notes. I have them covering just about everything on my desk with little notes, to-do list, and random things I need to remember, so when I came across these creative sticky notes... I screamed, "I WANT THESE!".
Aren't these just awesome?? I especially love the block of wood one! And the blast-from-the-past floppy disk ones? Fraking Genius! :]]
Sunday, July 1, 2012
When I'm Dead And Gone.
I can't be the only one who has ever had this though cross their mind. I would think that anyone who keeps a personal blog, a diary or any type of journal has pondered this same question. "I wonder what people will say as they read this blog...when I am dead and gone." Anyone else ever thought about that? Perhaps it's a morbid thought, however I have been told on many occasions that I tend to have morbid thoughts. There are some things I have written about in this blog that even my closest family and friends are clueless about. If they did know about it, I worry that it might scare them, that they would be unable to handle my raw truths. Or perhaps a bigger fear is that I couldn't handle what they would think of me, what I would leave behind to be remembered by. I suppose if I could foresee my inevitable upcoming death, I could delete all I've written on the web. Although as we all know, a delete key never fully erases your electronic trail. Whether I like it or not, my blog will have a way of living on, long after I'm dead and gone.
For people who allow themselves to be totally and completely honest about who they are and their lives, any form of a personal journal can be very hurtful or confusing to loved ones. And I imagine that pain would only intensify after one's death. Because let's face it, to be truly honest with oneself is to admit to the various aspects of one's character in all its humanity, both well-intentioned and spiteful.
Your reactions to life's events, the experiences you have lived, your genuine opinions of friends, acquaintances, strangers...it all requires a great deal of resolve. Not to mention releasing one's deeply held thoughts and feelings. To release genuine honestly from one's own mind and heart, from you very being and to share it with others, it's not only brave but also complex given that the repercussions can resonate infinitely.
And the sometimes a journal is simply a place to vent about a situation, confrontation or a misunderstanding which soon after it occurs is resolved and even forgotten. I'm reminded of a scene in the chick flick "Bridget Jones' Diary" when, after she and Mark Darcy admit their mutual feelings, Mark finds Bridget's journal and reads her initial opinions of him. I don't want to ruin it for anyone who has yet to see the film (even though it's an old movie), but those who've seen it know what follows.
For people who allow themselves to be totally and completely honest about who they are and their lives, any form of a personal journal can be very hurtful or confusing to loved ones. And I imagine that pain would only intensify after one's death. Because let's face it, to be truly honest with oneself is to admit to the various aspects of one's character in all its humanity, both well-intentioned and spiteful.
Your reactions to life's events, the experiences you have lived, your genuine opinions of friends, acquaintances, strangers...it all requires a great deal of resolve. Not to mention releasing one's deeply held thoughts and feelings. To release genuine honestly from one's own mind and heart, from you very being and to share it with others, it's not only brave but also complex given that the repercussions can resonate infinitely.
And the sometimes a journal is simply a place to vent about a situation, confrontation or a misunderstanding which soon after it occurs is resolved and even forgotten. I'm reminded of a scene in the chick flick "Bridget Jones' Diary" when, after she and Mark Darcy admit their mutual feelings, Mark finds Bridget's journal and reads her initial opinions of him. I don't want to ruin it for anyone who has yet to see the film (even though it's an old movie), but those who've seen it know what follows.
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