I love living at the coast because it just smells so good. Every morning I wake up and open the door and I can smell the water, the greens, the flowers… it’s just so inspiring. The only downside to where I live is while the rest of country is in a heat wave… we’ve had one day of ‘heat’. It reached a ‘whopping’ 86 degrees for one day. Don’t laugh, I know you are all melting in the heat, but for a gal who loves summer…. I would love a little heat once in a while. It’s either so windy you feel like your face will fly off, or the fog rolls in off the beach and wonder if your capris were a smart choice or not. If you drive just a half hour inland, it’s in the triple digits, but there, it’s about 68 degrees. When I wake up and the air is still, I grab the dog and we run to beach, pronto!
Posts Tagged ‘LIFE’
I have a lot to be thankful for today…
- Jeremy & Amanda calling me back to back, and making my morning that much better
- the fingerprint scanner on my laptop that remembers my passwords
- no migraine today (knock on wood)
- my fave kitty, Goliath, taking a break from his new biting phase, giving me the most awesome snuggle without fangs
- that all my kitty’s heads all smell like coconut cookies
- my box of birds (soon to be just bird heads) has shipped and I’ll be on my way to making a whole series of cage skirt dolls like my infamous ‘fly free’ doll that we’ve all renamed the ‘Courtney’
- getting a week of photos off my Dare, and onto my project 365 album… just another week to go (behind in getting pics transferred from the meanie migraines)
Oh the simple things… they are the best things!
Picture this…. waking up in the morning, your very first peek at a new day, but your hair is totally tangled in your headphone wires, so when you sit up your ipod (well in this case my Dare) goes flying in the air, just to swing back and hit ya in the face. Sad, but true. OK, so it was bit of a bumpy (literally) start, it will get better, I think to my self. So I hop down out of bed (my bed is very high for such a shorty that I am) to get my coffee and proceed to burn my tongue. Oh rats… but that’s ok, I’ll commute all the way across the hall to my office and start my day at work.
Hmm… where is my desk? I don’t remember all that stuff being on it – I’m sure paper breeds at night. So a little stacking here & there (I’ll tidy up later) and I start to upload new product photos that I had been taking all week. Oh no… I have no access? Only the administrator has access. But wait – I am the administrator. I’m locked out of my own photos. I go back and try my coffee that has been cooling on the coffee table. Oh no, my caffeine addicted feline has beat me to it. Yes, there he sits… on my coffee table with his little white chin, dripping with my nicely cooled coffee. Drat! I make my way back into my office to work on today’s orders instead. Type type type… ready to print! Ugh oh – what is that horrible noise? What do you mean I’m out of paper? It’s full of paper! So I get out the stool (because silly me, put the printer on top of the tall filing cabinet) and proceed to wrestle with the paper, the paper tray, the levers, the flaps, the whoozit, the what-nots…. until I hear the magic sound of the paper gliding into place. Whew! Well it’s the home stretch now! All I have to do is box these things up and wait for the UPS man to arrive. Let me just reach this box off the shelf…. crash! 20 or so little tiny boxes go flying through the air as the cardboard that holds up all the bags and stuff falls, tipping everything over making it look as though a tornado had touched down, just in my office. Grumble grumble grumble, picking stuff up, grumble grumble. OK! Everything is packed up, picked up by UPS, and I think I’m in need of a break! Let’s pull out that knitting I’ve been attempting to learn. Knit, knit, pearl, knit knit pearl. At last – relaxation is setting in, my nerves are settling down. OK, all calm now, I’m ready to head out the door for the post office run. Time to put my knitting away. I like to slide it down to the end, so it won’t fall off the needle…. oops, didn’t look while I slid and pulled it ALL OFF the needle! All you knitters out there know how to handle such a predicament, but to us novice, nervous knitters – it was the equivalent to shaving off an eyebrow! That’s ok, I think to myself… still managing to stay somewhat positive after this calamity of a day… I’ll take it down to my knitting shop and have Brenda, my knitting guru fix it. Finally – karma hopped in my lap and Brenda, the miracle mistake fixer, saved my day. Not just my knitting, but my whole day. You see last week I put wool on the counter to buy and it went home with the wrong shopper, but today she had it back for me, AND she fixed my scarf and brought harmony to the rest of my day. I left there and took my son and his friend out for dinner.
I had the most scrumptious Cajun fish burger, ever, among 2 very sweet and funny young men. I’m so proud of the man my son is becoming – he is a gem. He deserves a sweet gal… are there any left out there? Our quaint little town is filled with not-so-quaint girls.
I arrived home to find my new friend Kerin had written the most awesome post that included my art piece that sold, and has other really great bird art to show off, including her INCREDIBLE Raven! I can’t tell you what a fan I am of her birds without sounding like a stalker, LOL (Looking forward to talking to you tomorrow Kerin!) Go read here: http://remnantsofolde.com/2009/01/31/a-love-story/
Oh – and as far as yesterday’s (or the day before) brooding post goes… let’s just say I took affirmative action to make sure I came out on top – emotionally speaking. That was confirmed on my drive home from the restaurant as fate would have it… and it just goes to show that the power of positive thinking prevailed. (either that or there was just no more bad luck left to throw at me today, lol)
I am the queen of contradiction… I get bored easy, and love it when life mixes up, yet I hate change. Ya I know, it makes no sense to me either.
The dynamic of people in my life is changing. People come, people go, some never leave even when they should. The ones I love the most are always the ones that slip away – heartbreak sure to follow. Then I grow, make that shell a little harder to crack, and life goes on. Relationships are so complicated, aren’t they? My best friendships flourish from the most unexpected places… without effort. So the ones that are SO much work – are they worth it? If it’s such a struggle – is it meant to be? Then those ones that surprise you and just appear out of no where – and they are so fantastic and so exciting, but like a flame on a match – they are burn hot and bright for a tiny while, then poof – they are out.
My friends read my blog (I have said it before and I’ll say it again – I hate how my blog is no longer ‘anonymous’ to my peeps) … they will all wonder what the hell I’m talking about. Please don’t ask me, just let me get it out here, like I used to be able to.
OK, so my heart has been breaking long enough… I’m waiting to grow now. C’mon, make me over it already – make me learn something and move on. Now!
Just like the sun setting and saying good bye to another day… My heart needs to say goodbye to you…
Isn’t it fun how our day can influfence our dreams? That happened to my me yesterday/last night. I was talking and remenissing with a friend who I miss like crazy and in the evening I was uploading Rolling Stone songs to my phone and listening to it as I fell asleep. I dreamt we were celebrating the sucess of one of his shows and The Stones were playing in the background. Too funny.
I really should know better than to start a blog update at 9pm… I upgraded my version and it went horribly wrong. I thought I was being smart by downloading a back-up copy, was but not smart enough to test it. When the version upgrade took a tanker, I went to restore and my back-up had an error and was useless. I spent till 5am this morning trying to fix it and ended up paying $30 to my server for use of their back-up copy and found out, they saved it just as I screwed it up! They don’t offer refunds for failed attempts, so I’m out the 30 bucks and had to re-intall, export, import, and re-upload myself. Obviously I don’t make smart money decisions after midnight, lol. That’s why I don’t watch late night infomercials ;)
I’m digg’n my new theme… I’m tweaking the pics to make it my own (like adding the raven), and will be doing more this weekend, if my eyes regain focus after staying up all night. After going to bed at 5, I had to be up by 7 to get my kid out the door to work, and of course I couldn’t fall back asleep. I’m feeling a good afternoon nap coming on :)
I have decided to let go of my “Fly Free” assemblage box. It’s on etsy. I put it up there last night, and now I’m feeling regret, but that’s ok. I need to let go of more stuff I create, otherwise how will it ever get out there in the world? I have recent paintings from my Suzy Blu class that I have no room for too. I love them, but I’ve told myself that if I don’t have wall space, I must free it from sitting on a shelf. Got any space for art that needs a good great home? Check out my Etsy page if you want a little piece of my artful soul.
I see that journal is a pretty big one there – yikes. I don’t know why I suck at journaling on paper. I could go on and on about my life, my feelings, my art, etc online in my blog, but put when I try putting it on paper I clam up. Maybe because I can type it as quick as I think it, and writing when a pen aggravates the whole carpal tunnel thing. Doing it on paper would be better because I could be more free… online everything is edited beyond original intent because my friends read my blog. Oh well.
Speaking of journals… I’ll be getting 2 set up for my son and his best friend. My son is in desperate need of a lifestyle make-over, and since his best friend practically lives here, he wants to do it too. Tyler (my son) is a typical teenager… loves to eat junk, stays up too late, etc but it’s gone to a whole new level and it’s affecting is life in a detrimental way – so I’m going to whip him into shape, LOL. I’ve got a 3 month plan that I’m hoping will be ‘new habbits’ after that time. I’ll keep you posted.
These shots were taken at my friend Sandy’s house. I walk past this twice a day, going to work and leaving work – and it makes me smile every time I see it. I was cleaning pics off my camera tonight and found these on there.
I changed my blog design again – I thought the fresh flowers are a nice way to celebrate earth day on my blog.
Do you part – whatever you can do helps… recycle, don’t use plastic shopping bags – take your own re-usable bag, buy green cleaning products, etc. Everything helps.
Speaking of our beautiful planet – are you watching Alaska Week on the Discovery Channel? It’s great so far!
I think it’s fair that I warn you that this post is very personal for me, and highly emotional. I’m blogging it because it helps me release it.
The great chef Mario understands the power of music.
It’s amazing how hearing just those first few notes of a song can transport you, INSTANTLY to a moment in time. Last Sunday my husband and I drove to Eugene to get out of the house and on the way back we found a station that was playing all the ‘old favorites’ from our past. “One Headlight” from the Wallflowers, came on the radio. Instantly I was back in Marina del Rey, on our sailboat drinking margaritas with my best friend Wendy. We spent pretty much every day sunning ourselves on the deck of the boat, laughing our guts out, flashing the helicopters, and just living some of the best moments of our friendship. That song was on the radio, non-stop during that time…. so whenever I hear it, I refer to it as “the boat song” as it takes me back to those years on our sailboat.
So I’m the car and I’m all excited to hear my song… my “anthem” of the good times past…. and I’m all prepared to sing along, as I have countless times before. You know those songs you have sang a million times, so it mindlessly comes out without any effort of remembering the words. Those first few notes play and I start to sing. The very first 3 lines come out:
“So long ago, I don’t remember when
That’s when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease”
Oh my God – the tears came flooding down my face in a rush like the water from Niagra Falls. The sound the stopped, the words stopped, it felt like the earth stopped. Years ago, I lost her, my best friend Wendy, my true soul sister, my partner in crime. Gone are the days of lounging on the boat deck with her – as she suddenly died, years back, just a few short days after giving birth to her 4th child. Just like that. Her aorta exploded because she had Marfan’s Syndrome, and the birth of her child put too much stress on her heart.
I’ve sang that song a million times and it just hit me like a brick. F*ck.