Arts and Crafts

I have decided not to unrecently that I want to make quilts and have sewing projects, and bead, and cook, and bake, and sleep, and read 5 books a week. This is a slight problem as there really aren't that many hours in a day. So I have been reading three different books at once, I just switch between them, and try to make dinner every night, but sometimes it's not the best, then I just can't seem to finish my sewing projects, I'm working on a skirt, and I'm thinking about adding some ribbon but what I really need to do is the laundry, but not before I cut out a 3x3 square and zigzag the edges to see if it shrinks in the wash. Mostly I want to finish one of these projects ever feel like you have a million things to do and no time to do them in, well I feel like that now, and it's my own fault, Soccer three times a week, house parties twice every three months, 3 different sewing projects, art projects, beading project, cooking project, folding my laundry (yes someday I will do this) and not to mention working... like I ever needed to do that. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, and I miss the vegetable market. Now for me to go back to work and see if I can't get us to make some money here at my job.
Don't get me wrong though I love it. I love it all. I can't even remember being this pleased with life. I guess maybe I'm not in so much of a hurry. ooh and I like my job.

p.s. my boss has me planning a party for our 1 year anniversary, wine, beer, bartenders, soda, caterers, AAAAAH! lol I love it! speaking of which I need to go and reserve the hall.

city in the clouds

today, I realized, I live in a city in the clouds, we all do, I looked up and there it was extruding into the sky, milky whitness blocking it's base from my view, it's spires reaching up into blue. I live in that city, it is my city, I live in the clouds. the city of clouds.

I don't believe in rain

I don't believe in rain, when it falls, I don't believe it hits me, I don't believe when the drop splatters my skin, I don't believe getting battered, soaked by it, it simply isn't, that might make it easier to admit, I don't own an umbrella and why would I, because I don't believe in rain.

The Banana Chronicles

So here it went the moment that started it all, in a rush to make it to work on time, I looked at my hand, in it there was a banana peel, I looked at the recycling, I looked the the garbage back that had been tied closed, I looked at the freshly washed stove, hmm, *toss* I'm in a hurry I can take care of it later, not even thinking about the fact that I wasn't actually going to be home again until Friday night. "Don't Leave your banana peel on the stove", "why not", and then it began going downhill of course, at any point either of us could have ended it but for whatever reason we both believed that it was a very important topic that deserved at least 30 minutes of our time, thus starting the great banana Chronicles, ending with a large pouting session on my part, and determined unguiltiness on his. Now it wouldn't have been so bad but it went kind of like this,
don't be mean,
I'm not being mean,
Why do you have to yell at me
I don't yell at you
Well it's not like it matter anyways
That's ridiculus I worked really hard to clean stuff up and you just tossed trash on it
well I'm sorry it bothered you so much, but I'd appriciate it if you'd not yell at me about it
I don't yell at you
Yes you did
I don't yell at you
Fine you didn't yell you were rude, you swore
I swore you right what you want me to edit myself
no
yes you do
alright I do but not to get rid of the swearing I just want you to be nicer
I was wasn't mean
yes you were you were yelling at me
I don't yell at you
Fine but you were mean
You mean I swore
no you were mean
you mean I said fuck
no you were mean
So you want me to change that fact that that's the way I talk
No I want you to not insult me when I do something that bothers you, use nicer words
Fuck that, I don't have to change.
I make accommodation's to you, whenever something bothers me I try to be nice
I wasn't mean
You sounded mean to me
I shouldn't have to change just because you take things wrong
Your right you shouldn't have to, and i didn't take it wrong you were mean
I wasn't mean
Well fine, you were mean but I'd still appreciate if you went to greater lengths to be less mean
But I wasn't mean what do you want me to do file a formal letter of complaint?
No I just want you to be nicer
to be filed, and I must wait ten days before saying anything?
no I just want you to be nicer, stop being so fucking mean to me when I do something you don't like.
I wasn't mean.
Fine whatever fuck it. I just don't fell like I should get yelled at when I fuck up
I didn't yell at you.
WHATEVER you didn't fucking yell at me.
NO but now your yelling at me
Yes I am. you know what fuck it, just don't fucking be an ass.
Now your just trying to piss me off
No I'm just saying you won't listen when I ask you, so I'm just saying straight up Don't!
Fine, then you don't yell at me in public anymore you know I fucking hate that.
...
what?
...
what?
.. your right, I will try to stop
what you won't stop
no I said you're right I'll try to stop doing it, it does really bother you
No you won't you're not going to stop
I just fucking said I was going to make a greater attempt to not do it anymore.
Yes but you won't
Fuck it fine.
This is fucking Stupid
ya,
so hows the weather
I dunno fine
Hey heres my bus stop babe, try not to yell at you boss today
... bye.

The banana peel however was so worth it, the world would not be rotating on it's axis properly if it weren't for that banana peel making it to the trash.

L.

In Loving Memory

In Memory of Therese Snyder

Dear Grandma

You were always my very favorite I have nothing but great memories of you, and all of your homes, The things you have taught me will always be with me, consider this a celebration of your life, a flower; may it grow, and it's beauty be a fraction of yours--in my eyes.

Your Loving Granddaughter.

L.