Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
my husband’s job sucks. They pay well but they run your life. so far, things like buying a car, getting a dog and having children have been put off for this job. he travels a lot. we’re expected to move every three to four years just for the hell of it. just because, making friends and becoming settled is a bad thing, in case you all thought that was the normal pattern of life.
in november we were informed we had to choose between three cities to relocate to, OR possibly be forced to go wherever the crap they wanted to put us and with detroit in the mix, we weren't about to risk it. we spent an entire weekend (that’s all they gave us to decide, nice, right) trying to figure out if we wanted to live in los angeles or new york city. after many phonecalls, hours online checking out housing prices and locations, and several pro/con lists, we finally decided to go for the sunshine and move to los angeles.
yeah well, too bad for us, they said we might find out before christmas. And then we would find out by the end of february. today we find out that IF we actually do have to move, it won’t happen until at least this summer. seriously. i feel like buying a teddy bear just so I can rip it’s eyes off while i stare out into the doom and gloom and gray matter that is upstate new york.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
i've been dissapointed with the weather lately. no chance to take any good photos, except while i'm at work. the sun shines in my face mocking me. then the weekend comes and he disappears without a trace. i need a vacation somewhere warm and sunny so i can take georgeous pictures and post them all over my office when i feel like i do today.
happy almost-friday everyone. it's almost-payday!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
my cousin sent the 'fun box'. finally. we have this tradition sort of. we send boxes back and forth filled with fun stuff that we spent weeks collecting. from a packet of sugar to a splendid new purse to a hand-me-down t-shirt. this one even included a postcard of a hollywood real estate personality with a couple of lap dogs in a shopping cart. strange.
anyway, here are a few of my favorite items. the butterfly adorned playing cards, a girl's poker playing necessity, a JET promo CD, cause i'm too cheap to buy the real one, and some felt covered stationary, because i can't get enough of decorated paper.
welcome to my awkward stage. this is me and my then best friend jared. we had just hiked to the top of some mountain in some state somewhere. i had a crush on him my entire childhood. i love that he has that petruding little belly. it almost makes him look like one of those etheopian children with rail thin arms and little bloated bellies.
i still have the big nose and the flat chest, but at least i ditched the oversized pink sweatshirt and the scrunchies.
Monday, February 20, 2006
highlights of the weekend include: no cooking (of course), a new camera, a ten dollar cashmere sweater, 'in her shoes', starting a new book, sleeping until 11am.
downsides of the weekend: it’s over.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
it's 11pm saturday night. saturday the 18th. the 18th. of february. february 18th? why does that ring a bell? the 18th. wait. the 17th. february the 17th. yes, that's it. that is my mother's birthday. did i call her? no. did i send her an e-card? no. am i a bad daughter? yes.
mom. i forgot your birthday, yet again. and it's 11pm and you're staying with relatives with small children, soo...i can't call you. and if by chance you read this before i call you, i'm sorry. and oh yeah, happy birthday.
your awful, teeny-size brained daughter.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
so i tried to think about the ugly in me, since that's the assignment (which i failed to notice until after posting last week's picture). and since having the husband snap shots of me while i rage around the bedroom in a pms rant doesn't seem like a good idea even now in all my pms-soberness, i decided to go another route. so here it is. this is my big hairy nasty wart, dead smack in the middle of my forehead: i love to shop.
it's an addiction really. i AM a shopoholic. and i thought it was a made-up illness. you know, like when the doctors keep prodding and poking and they never find out what exactly it is that ails you, so they make up a name and call it a day. well, it's real. and i have it. and post-Christmas is the worst time to be what i am. it's ugly. my wardrobe is gorgeous, but my bank account is ugly. this is me. all seventy-three dollars and fifty-two cents of me.
see other much more brave or soul-bearing self-portraits here.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
So why are we doing this? Well, the husband was hoping to lose a couple of pounds and I was just hoping to cleanse, more or less. (Feeling like I need to drag myself through every mundane task of my day is draining and sad at 28.) Last time we did this it was over a weekend and there was no meat involved and I was starving and weak, and I think my stomach ate a portion of itself, quiet literally. So this time, I wasn’t looking forward to a ‘cleanse’. I, however, have felt great. It’s amazing. We let ourselves cheat all day on Superbowl Sunday and by that evening we were keeling over, letting out disgusting room-clearing farts, and burping uncontrollably. Our stomachs were in protest of the fried chicken, brownies, cupcakes, chips and dips, and calzones. It’s really incredible the difference you feel, which is why I’m still avoiding the animal crackers and cookies with ease.
And the turkey burger thing is awesome. I’m so serious. I dare you to try it.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
so, internet, i present the things i love today:
• light fluffy snow
• hot cocoa
• a day off from the gym
• pedestrians bundled up & hurrying through the streets
• the view from my office
• my to do list
• my oversized sweater
• 'love monkey'
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
this is me. i'm a photographer. i'm not great, but i'm not bad. i see things that other people walk right past. i see the world in a constant viewfinder. it's a blessing and a curse. i have nightmares about visiting the corners of the earth and forgetting my camera. i have hundreds of pictures that never get printed. but every time i look back at the images of my life, i remember exactly what i was feeling at that moment and it all seems worth never forgetting my camera.
see others self-portraits here.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
so my hair is totally shagadelic. i need a haircut. bad. i look like a dishevelled wildebeast. not that they ever look shevelled. is that even a word. who cares. so it looks fine from the front, i can control it now that my sideburns are finally long enough to tuck behind me ears instead of curling straight out from my face. that does so annoy me. but the back. the back is horrendous. it's so bad, that if i were to pass you on the street and we were the best of friends, you would still whisper about how disgusting my hair looked as i walked away. and you'ld have the right. who here has ever tried to grow their hair out and actually succeeded? usually i get to that point where things start getting in my eyes and crawling down my neck and i rush to the stylist and have her buzz my head. but that's not happening this time. IF we go to LA, i plan to spend tons of time at the beach. my current pixie style is cute and lovely and an easy do, but it reacts to the beach like cats to big scary dogs. i need something longer and easy to pull behind my ears, wet or dry. so. it's growing. and growing. and fast. which is both good and really really annoying. especially since my amazing stylist, whom i love enough to pay an outrageous amount of money for a simple haircut, is booked for two weeks. two weeks!
'i'm annoyed with my hair. the end.'
that would have made a much shorter post.