Sunday, June 24, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The Human Rights Coalition (HRC) has a letter for the Senate that you can send (via e-mail) asking your representatives to support the Matthew Shepard Act, legislation that will protect gays, lesbians, bi-sexuals and transgendered against hate crimes. To learn more, go to www.HRC.org.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
The picture below is of the Cora post office, the only building in the town.
And this is a picture of the CORA bike rack. I'm feeling narcissistic today.
If you have any S-F recommendations for me, let me know! I'll have some time Friday afternoon to chill on my own before the library releases H-D for the weekend.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
My boss laughed a little when I told her about the iPod freezing. I mentally threw popcorn at her.
J was an outstanding source of support. He sent me flowers, which were supposed to arrive prior to the show (and their good luck vibes might have saved the iPod). Roses. He sent me a text message half way through the show, letting me know he was listening and that I was doing a great job. And then afterwards, he listened to me talk all about it and praised me heavily. What a sweetie. I know, I'm gushing. But after 7 years together, you tend to take the person you love for granted, and it's nice when the blinders are pulled off and you're reminded what a fabulous person your partner is.
'Nuff said. Peace out.
In what areas of your life are you trying too hard? How might you be undoing your good intentions by grasping them so tightly that you've squeezed out all the juice? In what ways are you so boxed in by habitual thoughts that you're not spontaneous any more? It's a perfect moment to fix these problems, Taurus. To begin getting yourself in the mood, relax every muscle in your body -- especially your achy-breaky desire muscles -- and half-sing, half-shout an exuberant "YO!"
Um, when do I not try too hard? That is the story of my life. I try so f*cking hard, never really paying attention to see if all my effort is actually paying off. I was raised (as I think many Americans were) to believe that if I just worked hard enough, all would work out. But we were never taught to pay attention to our actions, to reconsider our actions, to relax and let things happen.
I have such a hard time trusting that if I let go of something I've managed to get a hold of, that it will stay. What's the saying, "If you love something, let it go. If it was meant to be yours, it will come back." But what if it doesn't come back? I want what I want because I want it. And I want to make it happen.
Struggle, struggle, struggle.
Other things I'm struggling with -- turning my puddles of patience into kiddie pools of patience (I almost wrote lakes of patience, but I think that's a bit too ambitious and setting myself up for failure). And not letting my job, my wonderful, challenging job, take over my life and start to resent it.
Now I just want to lay down, and I've only just started the day.
Pics for you -- J is giving the big thumbs up to a young friend of ours who just got his very first e-mail address. Rites of passage these days, I tell ya. But, really, our young friend is a great e-mail writer.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The show is about reproductive rights, sexual health and the organization I work for (which shall remain nameless, so I don't get fired and/or sued) and will include music by pro-choice artists.
And I'm doing the first show all by myself. Which at first freaked me out, because I've never done a radio show before. But now I'm geeking out. I made an opener for the show using the beginning of Le Tigre's On the Verge and my voice (thanks to Mac Garage Band). I've drawn up a play list, which will feature Le Tigre, of course, Rage Against the Machine, Sleater-Kinney, Moby, the Dixie Chicks, Duncan Sheik, the Indigo Girls and Cabaret for Choice.
And I'm typing up an entire script. I think this is why I'm not so nervous anymore -- I'll be the only one at the mic and will know pretty much what I'm going to say, unlike if I was actually doing it with my co-host. Not to say she's not super articulate and good with staying on-point, but I think for me to get through this without hurling/my head exploding, I need to have the most control possible. I can go more free flow the second show.
Anyway, wish me luck. I'll let you know how it goes.
And, added bonus -- cute Bella picture, entitled Dog Patiently Awaiting Pets.
Monday, June 04, 2007
My craft of choice? Sewing. My mom taught me to sew when I was young, and we used to do it together. In April, I got back into sewing thanks to Ms. H & N -- two very crafty ladies. Sample of our craftiness:
(J says this top makes me look like I'm trying to cover up that I'm pregnant. I'm not, but I need to be ready for comments before wearing it in public; I'm working up the courage to say, "Nope, not pregnant, just fat!")
(N -- notice the altered sleeves.)
For my birthday, my father sent me my grandmother's sewing maching that had been sitting unused in his house for almost 2 decades. I haven't had a chance to set it up yet, but I already have fabric and things to sew.
First projects -- curtains for the sliding glass doors, throw pillows for A's b-day, presents for a new born and one year old, pillow cover and a blouse or skirt.
I can't wait until Saturday, when I'm back in town after a week full of work trainings in the Palm Springs of WA (the town is anything but that) and can sew my little heart out...well, actually, figure out if the machine works or not and if I can make it go.
Friday, June 01, 2007
And with that said, a list of current simple pleasures:
- Spaghetti O's
- Klimt's Kiss coffee drink from Verve
- Zima Pineapple Citrus
- Angel, Season I, early episodes
- Bella's ears
- J's bum
- Bare legs
- Mac PhotoBooth:
So, gentle readers, please, fingers crossed that the school district of WaWa will see the jewel presented before them this morning and rightfully snatch it up.
My favorite picture of A and her son - her laugh is one of my favorite things ever.