A mish-mosh of artsy stuff hanging on my wall above my desk: a sketch of a future tattoo, some random zombunnies, and a stamp project from the littlest guy.
October 25, 2012
10.23.365: {this is not} in my closet…
Sometimes it hits me how grateful I am to be a grown-up and not have to worry about someone telling me what to do and how to do it all the time. Sometimes I hear people say how they would love to go back in time and relive a younger age. I have never wished that. Not once. I love being thirty-three. Thirty four seems like it’s going to be pretty darn great too.
Today it hit how great being an adult is when I spotted a pile of my shoes that should be in my closet but are not. My mother would be so ashamed. I am not. This is not my closet, but it’s convenient and they stay nice and toasty next to the heater all night.
October 17, 2012
10.17.365: Memories
Every one has one of these boxes, right? A box where you’ve shoved every playbill, ticket stub and letter from when you were young. Or maybe it’s just the hoarder in me that makes me keep all this stuff. I’m glad I did though. Every once in a while I pull it out and remember what it was like to get letters in the mail. Real letters, not just a card that says Happy Birthday with a signature at the bottom. Honest letters, written on a special card, with tiny print on the front and back, to fit everything in.
I miss letters.
Even though I don’t get letters anymore, I’m still collecting things. This box is overflowing, I’m going to need a new one soon. Although, the next one is going to fill up a little slower. I put more in my kid’s boxes than my own these days. But, it’s still getting additions. Then when I’m eighty I can look back and say, “Look how young I was!” and remember all the stuff I did was I was only thirty-something.
Or fifty-something.
Or seventy-something.
I hope letters come back in style before then.
October 13, 2012
10.13.365: Words
Words.
I like ’em. I like to read them, speak them, learn new ones, and learn old ones. I like made up words and words no one can decipher. I like long words and short words and words that mean complete nonsense. I like that the English language is always evolving to include new, never before used words. When I was ten, I made up my own language, just to have a set of words nobody else would know. I’m a word hoarder. Teach me a new one and I’ll use it in every way possible.
Go ahead, ask me a yes or no question and you’re likely to get a ten page dissertation. It might not have anything to do with the question you asked though. (I like words, but I am not focused.) I am, however, prolific. I speak more than I need to and write more than anyone wants. I’ve been blogging in some form or another since 2007 and I’m still not out of words. You would think I would run out of things to say but I don’t. I’m wordy. Ask any one of my elementary school teachers. They all wrote the exact same thing on my report cards, “Jennifer is a delight to have in class but she talks too much.”
I do. I talk too much.
I’m also a delight. Those teachers, so very on-the-ball.
So… We’re 200 and something words into this post and I still haven’t shown you a picture. Did you read anything I typed above? You shouldn’t be at all surprised by this turn of events. But don’t worry, I’ve got it right here.
Word.
October 11, 2012
10.11.365: Something old
This was my first real camera. It took FILM, that I had to develop MYSELF. Talk about living in the stone age. Life was hard back in the day. However, I’m grateful for that camera. I was forced to learn composition and how to chase the light because I didn’t want to develop a thousand horrific pictures to find one perfect shot. Digital makes me lazy. It’s fabulous and I never want to go back, but still… lazy.
Now go ahead, try to explain the concept of film to a seven year old. My children are baffled by these cameras.
October 8, 2012
10.8.365: My favorite color is teal.
If you’ve been in my house, you might already know my favorite color.
I can’t help but buy everything I see in it. And, when I can’t find something in the right shade, I’ll paint it to match. I’m so predictable.
Also? My cat is an attention whore.
October 8, 2012
10.7.365: Something Funny.
It’s a dumb saying between a group of my friends, but it makes me smile every time I see it on the back of my car.
Someday it won’t make me laugh anymore…
but not yet… maybe never!
October 6, 2012
10.6.365: Books for the Oldest Kid
She’s been bugging me about wanting to read my books. So I sorted through them and found her a stack that are not entirely inappropriate or way beyond her comprehension level. I think these qualify but I’m not sure. I guess that means I’ll have to do a quick re-read of them to make sure.
Oh darn.
October 1, 2012
10.1.365: I’m grateful for my coffee.
Day one of the gratitude photo project told me to find my favorite food and be grateful for it. I have lots of favorite foods, but do you know what I’m most grateful for? Coffee.
Every. Single. Day. In my world, coffee is it’s own food group.
But I am especially grateful for coffee that comes courtesy of a wonderful friend’s housewarming gift. So, the score is: I’m grateful for coffee and I’m grateful for Deena Mae. Yep. That about covers it.
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