central park

college friends!

Brooklyn!

view from the Brooklyn bridge today! found out the iron ore used to build it was from Ely, MN so I feel doubly at home!

crazy technology

testing this sucker out!

Towing the line, threading the needle, thinkin outside the box . . .

. . . and other such things.

I'm still trying with reckless fervor to figure this whole monster of a site out. If there is anyone in the world who is looking at this right now. Consider yourselves unbelievably blessed because in a year or so you're going to be able to say "I was reading Now Hear This! when she didn't know what in sam's hill she was doing."

And that should be very satisfying. Kinda like when you really really get to say "I told you so." We probably shouldn't relish those moments . . . but be honest, we do. Am I being a bad influence? Ok well I have to go anyway. Today, I leave you with this intriguing image.

Why am I so serious? Where am I navigating to? What is the green lamp about? Why am I wearing two sweatshirts? And how in the name of all is good does my forehead manage to be that big?!?!?!?!

Leaves are changing

The leaves are changing in my neighborhood. Which means that it won't be too long until Reid will be begging me to give Christmas music a rest.

I'll say: "No way!"
He'll say: "Please?"
I'll say: "Sorry, but no. And I'm really not that sorry/"
He'll shake his head and say: "You really are a piece of work."
Then I'll remind him with the cutest smile I can muster: "Hey, you picked me! You knew what you were getting into."
He'll sigh and say: "Boy it's a good thing you're cute."

Then I'll turn my Christmas music back on :)

Gotta love Husband Reid, and Christmas music.

And of course the fall leaves.

I've said my piece and counted to three . . .

Today, was the day. The beginning of the beginning. The dawn of a new day. The start. The turning point, you might say. (And you can say that, its totally fine).

Today was the day I decided that I will seize the day. Grab the bull by the horns. Pull myself up by my bootstraps, and what not.

Yesterday I saw a mouse in my apartment, and I though is this an omen? Turns out it wasn't.

BUT today a bug flew into my eye—in to my eye. And then I blinked, stupid reflexes, and the bug got squished in my eye. Then my train came and I had to get in because otherwise I'd probably be late for class. I'm not the most punctual person, but I'm getting better. I'm getting better because I'm learning to not let things like plucking my eyebrows or treating my bamboo cutting board with mineral oil, keep me from getting to the train.

So while the bug was laying dead, squished against my over-sized eyeball as I blinked, I got on that dang train. It was a triumphant moment. But it was only half the battle.

As the train got moving, I took my pointer finger to my eye and poked, poked, poked until the bug stuck to my finger. I stared at that stupid, squished bug, and I flicked it on to the train floor with a great sense of accomplishment. You can't control me, bug.

At that moment, there was no denying it, I knew I needed to make myself a website. A bloggish, half-biographical, half-fiction, half-silliness website. So here it is, For Cryin' Out Loud.

And I got to class ten minutes early . . .