An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one. Charles Horton Cooley

An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one.  Charles Horton Cooley

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Call me Caveman

Well everyone... yes, all two of you, listen up: I am going paleo. What is paleo? Great question, unfortunately, I am not really sure myself, so here's what I've got; my paleolithic ancestors were hunter/gatherers, and did not have access to foods like grains, legumes, refined sugar, and other such foods that grow only when cultivated. So despite all the hullabaloo about grains being the "base of the food pyramid" (which we ALL know is a conspiracy anyways)... and the word of wisdom "all grain...the staff of life, not only for man but for the beasts of the field" Which I'll worry about that later... we are experimenting with this new, GLUTEN FREE, fresh veggie based diet. Today is day one, and guess what? I'm craving snacks already... I am used to drinking a soda a day and eating whatever the F I please because... Well because I can. I've never been punished for it, and am fit enough to do what I want. Lately, however, I have started to feel sick after I eat... every.single.time. Boo. Well Here's the plan; I am going to go home tonight and hook up with my bester, Sadee, buy a bunch of paleo cook books, and go GROCERY SHOPPING for tons of healthy snacky-snacks to get me through this first week. And just when you thought this no grain diet was extreme enough of a change.. WHAM! 21 day sugar detox that's right mt dew we're ova... for at least 21 days. So, here's the game plan for the week

Day 1: Deal with these icky cravings, and go grocery shopping. Throw out all unhealthy/gluton-y/non-paleo foods in my snack stash

Day 2: Bring veggies with me EVERYWHERE and buy paleo cook book/mooch off my besters already great meal planning

That's pretty much as far as I got.. So check out my new FOOD BLOG!!! YAY!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

If I could write a song.

It would be called, "F*** the Flu." I am done being sick, I have been cooped up in this little room for far too long with only George to keep me company. So I am now prepared to write the lyrics to the song, and have no intention of making it rhyme or even sound pleasant. Maybe it's actually going to be a poem, I'll decide later.

Oh f***ing flu get away from me. I never asked you to come my way. I don't want to hear you're pitiful voice cry that no one wants you. It isn't my problem you're unbearable, so leave. I miss giant sugar cookies, and snow cones, and seeing the sun. I haven't had Dr. Pepper in a week, so flu, you're no fun. {just started feeling the need to rhyme} I want to eat the whole fruit Jamba that is waiting downstairs, and not feel like crying when I swallow thin air. I wouldn't have kissed him had I only known that you were waiting to make my only form of communication my computer and phone. My head aches, my ears ache, every muscle from head to toe aches. I can't walk more than a flight of stairs unless I take a break. I have slept a good 6 days now; what more do you want? I have taken antibiotics, advil, homeopathics, even gone for a jaunt. Idaho and back, a very unpleasant trip, after throwing up for decades, I still can't give you the slip. And the swollen gland on my throat is the size of a potato. {that's a hyperbole} I hadn't shaved my legs in 4 days and found to my dismay that the task took too long for my stomach to weigh. So now here I again sit on the bed in my den, and it feels like my right leg belongs to a man. {thats not a hyperbole} I haven't the energy to brush through my matted hair, so instead I will leave it and pretend I'm a bear.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Me if I was a small Asian child.

Wellll at this point in time I am freaking sick. I went to Idaho with Joe, and was in bed or puking the whole time. {I don't puke. e.v.e.r.} Don't even worry though, he was sick as well! Surprising, I know. So my parents rescued me yesterday and I have been sitting at home just sleeping and wishing I could eat for two days.
Joe flew to Washington today at 5:00 p.m. and will be there all summer. Jerk. Get me sick then leave me sick. Really I am fine, just bored out of my mind, and can't really move much.

Also... I just found this.

Signs that you have a small child

  • You are not uncomfortable with sniffing a butt in public.
  • You feel like you are forgetting something if you can easily walk out the door.
  • The safety and security procedures in your home have to be stricter than those of the TSA.
  • You do not think it unusual to find salami in your recliner, CD's in your tub, rocks in the dryer vent, and Tupperware in the toilet.
  • You think a paper towel tube is a musical instrument.
  • You always carry a bag of Cheerios in your purse.
  • The possessions you are most afraid to lose are small, plastic, drooled on, and cost less than 3 bucks.
  • You find yourself humming "Pop Goes the Weasel" during dull moments at work.
  • You no longer need to buy sticky notes, because regular paper sticks anywhere you put it anyway.
  • There is absolutely no reason to purchase a burglar alarm for your home because anyone attempting to walk through your house in the dark will set off numerous noisy toys and will inevitably howl in pain when they encounter the trap's.

Well thats all for this post... I'm going to try to eat a bean burrito without regurgitating it.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Monday, April 5, 2010


I recently finished reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and let me assure you that it is much better than the movie. The way she thinks cracks me up! I am just starting, Through the Looking Glass; and so far it seems to be just as humorous. I can't believe it has taken me so long to read these. As soon as I finish this book I want to read Sherlock Holmes, the stories I have heard have been great and I hope the book will live up to my expectations!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Life is Short

I don't know how many times I have had this epiphany, but it hits me hard every time! Life is so fragile, and the people we love are only with us for such a short time. It is crazy to think about how many people have passed in my lifetime alone. I wish I could find a way to remind myself how important it is to live every second to the fullest, and treat every person with the greatest amount of respect and love! I hope that when I am older I will have accomplished something great, and no matter what that turns out to be, I am determined to make every minute count. I feel like I should go without sleep to make up for all my wasted time. Instead I will just make sure I make my life count.