tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78569290823558157922012-01-05T12:11:50.868-07:00auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-44377035530995907482010-04-11T17:05:00.003-06:002010-04-11T19:42:03.002-06:00

A few days after Christmas, I was delivering some lovely Christmas goodies to some friends that were heading out of town to visit family. They live in a subdivision that has its main entrance on a very busy road, and at least one other secondary entrance off a much less-traveled cross-street. When I drove to their house that day, I took the back roads and used the back entrance to their

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Here's some stuff that is making me happy right now. Enjoy!My newly-organized sewing/craft area. I love having all my supplies together, rather than stashed in different boxes and drawers all over my apartment. A couple of my favorite areas so far:This is where I start any sewing project. My scissors and thread are here, and the little tin box on the top has a measuring tape, seam ripper, and

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-59678557839903279642010-03-01T21:46:00.003-07:002010-03-01T22:38:49.288-07:00

I'm having a real problem with the realization that I'm getting old. Yes, I do know that it's better than the alternative (for some reason, I've never liked that saying...), but as long as I'm still technically alive, it bothers me.As an example, I got my nose pierced last summer - totally on a whim and quite possibly mostly because my boyfriend thinks it's HAWT - and I loved it. It made me

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-34796474674764607522010-02-19T21:23:00.004-07:002010-02-19T22:30:47.016-07:00

I just got called "ma'am" at the gas station. I don't think it would have bothered me so much if the guy behind the counter had been younger than me. I mean, yes, of course it would have bothered me, but a little bit less if he'd at least been some 20-year-old kid who doesn't yet understand the complex creature that is A Woman.But "ma'am"?? I'm only 37 years old. I have to wonder...do I look like

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I was a busy little bee in January...I took a vacation...a lovely, all-by-myself, didn't have to work, took a nap every day, got to read books and everything vacation. As you may be able to tell, it rocked my socks off. I actually spent some time with my grandparents and aunt and uncle in Oregon, and the combination of just doing regular stuff - like cooking dinner and running errands with my

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I am having the suckiest day in all of suckdom. Seriously. But I just saw this and it made me laugh. Out loud, even. Please enjoy.

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My sleep habits are almost back to normal - I mean, it is 1:16 am and I should have been in bed at least an hour ago, but that's an improvement over last weekend at this time! If I hadn't had a soda with dinner, I'd probably be passed out in bed already. Doesn't that just suck? When things happen and you start to feel really old...like when you notice more than just a couple of gray hairs. I

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Well, let's see.I skipped work today because I was feeling...sleepy? overwhelmed? unmotivated? lazy? like I didn't want to get out of my pajamas? How about ALL OF THE ABOVE. Man, I really hate those days - when I just feel blah without any real reason. If I'm in a depression, at least I can acknowledge that there's a reason I don't feel like getting out of bed. I suppose days like today are a

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I'm feeling a little nostalgic today, missing a couple of people that are no longer in my life, but I'm having a difficult time putting into words what it is that I miss about them. They are both men that I dated at different times, and very different from each other. I hate that they both still hold such a large place in my daily thoughts, but I don't know how to make that change. I think

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Aaaaand welcome to 2010. Just like everyone else, I can hardly believe that the new year is here. As always, it seems like last year just flew by. Even as it was happening, I felt like time was moving too fast. So I've been doing a lot of thinking the last few days about things I want to do this year, what I'd like to accomplish personally and professionally. One of those things is to blog more,

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I had this really witty post swimming around in my head yesterday and then I decided I should write a Serious Post, so I started on that instead, and now I can’t remember any of the witty stuff I was going to write about in the first place! And no, I haven’t finished the Serious Post because it’s hard to write and it’s turning out to be REALLY long so I’ll probably have to break it up into at

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I haven't posted in just about forever, even though I think about it almost every day. I don't feel like my thoughts have been very coherent lately, so I've hesitated to write anything. But I'm having one of those nights where I can't sleep, and a random list seems in order.I can't believe that summer is already two-thirds over! Where did it all go? I don't feel like I've had NEARLY enough

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And today, he's texting me. Gah!

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Ran into this guy tonight at the movies.It sucked.The end.

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I'm guessing that most people at some point in their lives have wished they could be someone else, probably out of jealousy over what the other person had: athletic talent, money, beauty, fame. I've done that plenty of times, too. Right now, though, I'm not just wishing I was someone else...mostly, I'm wishing that I just wasn't me. I'm tired of being me.Tired...of not being able to pay my bills

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-19415221186665132642009-05-09T00:36:00.005-06:002009-05-09T01:54:26.244-06:00

i was thinking tonight about the very first email you sent me on myspace. you told me i was hot, and when i checked out your profile, i couldn't believe that someone as good looking as you would be interested in me. i just really couldn't believe it. and you were younger than me, which was very flattering. so i emailed you back. and that was the start. we chatted online a little bit and i liked

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My therapist says I'm in an action-taking place in my life, and I agree with her wholeheartedly. There are some things going on that would undoubtedly be better if I were to take some action on them (i.e. my finances). However, there are some other things going on in my world that aren't quite so simple to resolve...things that are emotional and even spiritual in nature that aren't as easy to fix

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-44323085013747060952009-04-22T21:23:00.007-06:002009-04-22T22:38:08.401-06:00

I've been neglectful and lazy lately, which isn't really all that surprising. I mean, I doubt anyone is falling out of their chairs from reading that first sentence. I know I'm not! So just what have I been doing? Well, let's see...After a brief lapse over the Easter weekend, I'm back on track with the new eating plan. I lost 4 pounds in the first two weeks, which thrilled me to no end. I've

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-63420008123057736112009-04-05T22:19:00.007-06:002009-04-05T22:36:35.121-06:00

You ever get to that place where you've been cruising along for awhile, everything is going good, no major bumps in the road, and then WHAM! out of nowhere you get hit with a mini-tornado and a big, messy mix of snow and rain at practically the same time, and you don't know if you're supposed to hide in the basement to escape the wind or head for high ground so you don't get swept out to sea, and

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-13954669471099703392009-03-31T04:54:00.003-06:002009-03-31T05:43:55.533-06:00

So by some miracle from above, I made it through the first week of this new healthy lifestyle thing. The best thing I can say about it so far is that it's been a learning experience. I'm learning to plan ahead a little bit more. I'm learning to think before I eat. And I'm learning that sometimes you just gotta have a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg...because you can only get them once a year, people!

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I'm really struggling right now. The bf and I decided a few days ago that we both needed to lose some weight, so today was the first day of our "diet". We didn't really come up with anything formal; we talked a little about what we'd each eat during the day and then discussed dinner a little more since we eat out together almost every night. Nothing too drastic, so we'd both be able to live with

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-89057129274894950222009-03-21T00:04:00.007-06:002009-03-21T00:24:29.879-06:00

I found this fun little time-waster tonight at Tangarang, so I thought I'd share. Here's what you do:Go to wikipedia random. The article title that comes up is the name of your band.Go to random quotes. The last four or five words of the last quote on the page is the name of your first album.Go to flickr random generator. The third image is your album cover.Use Photoshop or similar to put it all

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-63371958586299388092009-03-18T09:33:00.005-06:002009-03-18T10:20:49.427-06:00

Um...yeah.I'm alive, although you wouldn't know it by the state of my blog. I've been lazy. Really lazy. Ok, RIDICULOUSLY lazy. Sheesh. But there's been some stuff going on. My dad had to have a sort of last-minute angiogram that resulted in five stents being placed in his arteries. He's fine now, but things were unexpectedly dicey for a short while. Also, I had to feed him a tuna fish sandwich

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-63292474095018965702009-02-13T20:20:00.006-07:002009-02-13T22:22:30.117-07:00

Oh, let's see...what's been going on around here?As I'm sure you're aware, tomorrow is Valentine's Day (although my friend over at Single Solitary Things more appropriately calls it "Single's Awareness Day"), so I felt compelled to come up with something to give the bf. We're not big on giving each other gifts because, as he so eloquently put it at Christmas, he doesn't "...want to have to figure

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-50595881554987120342009-02-10T22:07:00.003-07:002009-02-10T22:26:47.811-07:00

I regularly read A Thorn Among Roses, a really uplifting and fun blog that's mostly about family and just everyday life. This woman has such a huge heart, and she often posts about other families that are suffering in one way or another. Her post on Monday talked about a little girl named Cora. You have to read her story...go now (start here). It will break your heart, but read it anyway.I cannot

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-88559887744544479532009-01-24T23:57:00.007-07:002009-01-25T13:06:06.894-07:00

I had a big monkey wrench thrown at me this week, something so totally unexpected and out-of-the-blue that I'm still in shock - and it came at me way back on Thursday! I found out that an ex-boyfriend is getting married. And not just any old ex-boyfriend. This was the first man I could ever picture having a future with. Before we'd ever met in person, but had only talked on the phone, he said to

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-68774843635969846512009-01-19T17:39:00.003-07:002009-01-19T17:43:28.121-07:00

Go check out the latest giveaway at Blissfully Domestic. I'm partial to the Be Fabulous t-shirt and the silver pendant...what are your favorites?? I love their site - there's so much cool stuff to check out all the time, it could keep you busy forevah!

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I made Martha's New York Crumb Cake this morning (and yes, I realize this is in direct opposition to the post I wrote this morning), and it was DE-LISH-US! It's so simple to make, and the ingredients are all things you'd already have on hand. (Unless of course you got all the way to making the crumb topping and realized that you didn't have any brown sugar, thereby requiring you to wipe

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-8236369966705666342009-01-18T12:36:00.004-07:002009-01-18T13:45:36.557-07:00

Wow - has it really been more than two weeks since I posted on here? Time really flies when it's dark and gray and really freaking cold outside every waking minute of the day you're having fun, huh? So far, 2009 has not been the best of years for me...although I suppose it probably hasn't been the worse of years, either, now that I think about it! There's just all this grayness and frozen ground

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-6668238164073981112009-01-03T14:28:00.005-07:002009-01-03T16:23:06.303-07:00

I've been putting off writing a sort of year-end kind of post, but since today is about the bazillionth day in a row that feels like a Saturday (and it IS actually Saturday today!), I thought I should put the day to good use. Believe it or not, I'm running out of the desire to be a complete couch potato. (No, hell hasn't frozen over. I checked.)I stole this list from a happier girl, who stole it

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-61514962399602349152008-12-21T17:47:00.005-07:002008-12-30T13:37:20.149-07:00

It's been snowing on and off today (as it is in most of the country right now), and I've truly had a Snow Day. I slept in, and then went to breakfast with the bf. (In related news: I'm thinking of leaving the bf for the Hashbrown Casserole at Cracker Barrel. Or at least having a torrid affair with it. I'm just sayin'.) I promptly came home and took a nap, and then proceeded to lay around on the

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-30796696291475058472008-12-17T10:04:00.004-07:002008-12-17T10:47:32.744-07:00

I've been totally lazy with my posts lately. I get so wrapped up in reading other people's stuff that I forget about my own! And as I've said before, when things are going well in my life, I don't tend to feel the need to write. Not saying that I don't need to write, I just don't feel that need, if you know what I mean. So basically, things are going good right now, and far be it from me to look

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-54045239022850839602008-12-08T17:34:00.001-07:002008-12-08T17:37:21.657-07:00

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I'll tell you what, this whole holiday season thing is kicking my butt! I'm wondering if perhaps there's a form or website or someone I can contact that would be able to move Christmas to say, next April. Just for this year. I certainly can't be the only person that would think that's a good idea. I mean, I'd have my tax return by then, so there would be much more money to spend (in theory). And

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-47771567060382998282008-11-27T11:06:00.003-07:002008-11-27T11:17:55.295-07:00

Last night, I made these mashed potatoes from The Pioneer Woman. This morning, I made this pumpkin pie (even though the smell of the pumpkin and the yams almost made me physically ill) with this AMAZING pie crust, both from Smitten Kitchen. People, if I broke both legs and couldn't leave the house today to get to the turkey and dressing and GRAVY, for crying out loud, at my parents' house, I'd

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-54428114864123328192008-11-26T21:03:00.003-07:002008-11-26T22:14:56.848-07:00

Pretty much, I've always been a follower. Oh sure, every once in awhile I get a little crazy and decide to take charge of things, but mostly I'm lazy and I like to let other people lead me around. So, in the spirit of not rocking the boat, this is my obligatory Thanksgiving post.Seriously, aside from the fact that it actually IS Thanksgiving, and I would be a total loser if I didn't write about

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-57848332864030516902008-11-21T12:45:00.005-07:002008-11-21T14:25:56.779-07:00

I recently started keeping a journal of everything I eat. There's no calories or fat grams listed, and most of the time I don't write down the amount either (i.e. 14 french fries - who only eats 14 french fries??), but I do note the time of day. This is Baby Step #1 in becoming aware of what I eat and when, what works best for me, etc.As I was looking through the last few days, I started noticing

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-41736870762013103682008-11-19T21:22:00.008-07:002008-11-19T22:15:43.718-07:00

I think it's important to share my wisdom and experience with everyone - I mean, why waste your own money and time when someone else can be the guinea pig, right? Right.I tried this tonight for the first time and may I just say O.M.G!!I had the mini size, so only 150 calories (for those of you that care about that sort of thing), and absolutely the most fabulous little treat you can imagine! It

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-44010588149192761032008-11-18T23:21:00.007-07:002008-11-19T00:05:44.823-07:00

I'm trying really hard to get myself geared up for the holidays, so here are some Things To Look Forward To Now That The Holidays Are Attacking Practically Here! In no particular order...Listening to Christmas music. I love all kinds of Christmas music, and there's a radio station in town that plays only Christmas tunes starting December 1st. And yes, I will be singing along with the radio at my

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-70044564423456724722008-11-17T22:22:00.007-07:002008-11-18T19:50:01.770-07:00

I finished my Big Official First Real Sewing Project over the weekend, so I wanted to share what I made with everyone. A few months ago, I made this tote bag - my first sewing attempt since seventh grade - and it turned out good and was fun so I've been trying to get my shit together myself organized so I can open a shop on etsy. So, my mom's workplace is having a holiday bazaar this week and she

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-55077304663884475942008-11-17T11:20:00.006-07:002008-11-17T21:43:57.713-07:00

I bought a new sweater online a few weeks ago. This is the second time I've worn it. It's very cute but after I sit down in it for a little while, it stretches out in a weird way so that when I stand up, it looks like I'm pregnant, like to the point that I'm embarrassed to get out of my chair and walk around for fear that someone will think I'm pregnant and either (GASP) ask me if I am or start a

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-17652391120364722652008-11-16T12:22:00.009-07:002008-11-16T13:34:55.903-07:00

I have a whole Sunday to pretty much do whatever I want to do, which oddly enough, hasn't happened in awhile. Actually, I do have one more small thing to do to finish my First Real Sewing Project, and it actually does have to be done today, so other than that I'm a free woman. At least until about 6:30 pm when the bf gets off work and we'll probably go to dinner or something. And since it's

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-49271808898269001222008-11-10T19:05:00.007-07:002008-11-10T21:10:03.059-07:00

Um, yeah, so it's getting to be winter around these parts. I mean, I know we're most definitely well into fall, but the colder temperatures of late are a strong indication that winter is right down the block and coming at us full steam. So, I said all that to really say that OMG! The HOLIDAYS are almost here! And I'm TOTALLY unprepared both mentally AND physically, but most frightening of all -

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-53818241293063697312008-11-10T11:16:00.000-07:002008-11-10T11:17:42.254-07:00

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-90612046208853181152008-11-09T13:19:00.006-07:002008-11-16T12:36:31.486-07:00

The weather is rainy and cold and gray today, but the leaves are still golden and red and amazing and it smells like people have their fireplaces going. I want to curl up on the sofa with my boyfriend and a good movie and a fuzzy blanket, but instead I'm sitting on my unmade bed, alone for the day, surrounded by clothes that need washing and a floor that needs to be vacuumed. There are empty

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-64136264467917930422008-11-08T08:48:00.009-07:002008-11-08T10:51:47.780-07:00

I had the strangest dream last night, and before I completely forget some of the details, I had to write it down somewhere, so here goes!The gist of the dream was that I was engaged to Jack Nicholson, and we kept hanging out with Barack and his wife, except it wasn't his actual wife. She was much shorter, and was always wearing a white fur coat and big sunglasses, but in a classy way (if that's

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-63433210125694994942008-11-06T14:17:00.008-07:002008-11-06T22:20:48.362-07:00

I just ran across this picture on Mark's blog and I don't even know where to begin...does ANYONE think this looks healthy? Or natural?? Or even marginally attractive?? What purpose does this type of spectacle serve? (And I'm not talking about the person here, just the ridiculously out of control muscles. I'm sure he's a very nice guy and he rescues kittens from trees in his spare time blah blah

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-3364638263946469272008-11-04T06:48:00.005-07:002008-11-04T07:07:50.954-07:00

I have a confession to make: I still have no idea who I'm going to vote for in the presidential election today.Yes, I realize that TODAY is election day (but thanks for pointing that out). And yes, I also realize that I've arranged to leave work mid-morning so that I can go vote at what I'm hoping will be a less-than-ridiculously-busy time of day. I've been planning the voting part. Just not the

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-73856635893135947902008-10-31T06:38:00.004-06:002008-10-31T11:16:11.900-06:00

Dear Guy Who Lives In The Apartment Above Me,Although I've never seen you, I'm sure that you are a terrific guy. You probably help old ladies cross the street, give all your money to charity, and read to the blind in your spare time.HOWEVER...please be aware that all of your good deeds mean NOTHING when you become one of those neighbors that comes home at midnight, stomps around doing

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-45833667807844911312008-10-28T11:26:00.017-06:002008-10-31T07:19:07.328-06:00

So, I actually wrote this post yesterday, but then my computer at work freaked out and I couldn't find the link I wanted for the end, and then my computer at home freaked out and I couldn't get connected to the internet. So I'm posting it today. Obviously. Enjoy.I think I got up on the wrong side of the bed today. Long story short: I slept through not one, not two, but THREE alarms this morning

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-62936363544817416532008-10-23T21:30:00.005-06:002008-10-23T23:02:10.639-06:00

Since The World's Largest Ball Of String already exists...We're still waiting impatiently for The Kidney Stone (turns out it wasn't his appendix OR his gall bladder after all) to make its first (and last, thankyouverymuch) appearance. (Do you like the way I act as if it's affecting me just as much as it's affecting the bf? Obviously, he's the one in pain and misery, but I have had to worry about

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-83116585824801778072008-10-20T07:11:00.003-06:002008-10-20T07:47:22.141-06:00

Well, it was a great weekend overall. The bf didn't need to have emergency surgery, so that's a plus. At some point during the day, one of his customers helped him diagnose it as a gall bladder attack. Hey, at least he's not taking advice from anything so unreliable as the internet (or heaven forbid - an actual DOCTOR)!Also, we had a fantastic time at the hotel. It felt like we were actually on

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-11824386796757161792008-10-18T10:34:00.003-06:002008-10-18T11:15:08.927-06:00

The bf woke up in the night with what he described as a "really bad pain" in his side. As he didn't appear to be bleeding, seemed to be breathing normally, and wasn't whimpering or actually crying or anything, I rubbed his arm, kissed the back of his neck, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I mean, it was like 3:00 in the morning - if he doesn't actually say "take me to the hospital", then

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-63784972352729745742008-10-18T10:00:00.006-06:002008-10-18T10:25:28.417-06:00

Reason #473 why it's a good thing I'm not getting married today:I would have missed seeing "Who Bob What Pants???" on Nickelodeon this morning.Yes, I realize it will be on another 1,892 times before I die, but I'm focusing on the little things here, people.

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-90501578675965886132008-10-17T10:10:00.008-06:002008-10-18T10:33:21.537-06:00

Well, this week has been without incident. No unexpected visitors knocking on my door. No unwanted emails (except, of course, for the normal junk). I'm surprised. I'm also relieved beyond belief. I can only hope this trend continues.Anyway, in brighter news...I whipped up a little something that I wanted to share with SOMEONE before I actually share it with That Special Someone. First, a little

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-52378166831755727032008-10-12T21:31:00.003-06:002008-10-12T22:23:50.940-06:00

I bought a sewing machine yesterday. I'm so excited to be able to make stuff now without going to my mom's house. Not that I don't like going to mom's house, it's just a matter of convenience. I made this bag a couple months ago, and then made another one as a birthday gift for my sister, and now I want to start sewing things to sell on etsy. I have no idea if I'll even sell anything, but it's

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-64161854533535965342008-10-09T22:16:00.005-06:002008-10-12T21:31:45.966-06:00

So, things have been piling up around here. And by things, I mean My Craziness. Why? Well, let me tell you why!-The ex-fiance (I don't even want to call him "my" ex-fiancee anymore) is crossing boundary lines left, right, and center. I mentioned that he sent me a text message a couple weeks ago. And then Sunday night, I got another text from him. Right when we first started dating, we somehow

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-23564134773421388882008-10-06T17:21:00.005-06:002008-10-06T18:14:19.093-06:00

My cousin left for Iraq yesterday. I'm at a loss as to what to say about him. I didn't get to see him a lot as we were growing up. His family was in the Air Force, so they moved every few years, and finally settled several states away from where I live. Last year he took a couple months and drove across the country to visit relatives and see friends. He knew he'd be going to Iraq at some point,

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-47950408690698009272008-10-04T23:01:00.004-06:002008-10-04T23:55:56.745-06:00

Until just a few months ago, I was planning on getting married this month. Two weeks from today, to be exact. I would have been finishing up last-minute details and stressing about fitting into my dress and whether the flowers would be right and all the million other things that take up your time when you're planning a wedding.It seems like it got here really quickly, yet when I think back to

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-3099301185193427682008-10-01T10:11:00.001-06:002008-10-01T10:14:45.451-06:00

I’m having one of those days where nothing feels quite right. My clothes are tight, which requires a ridiculous amount of adjusting and readjusting every time I stand up or sit down or walk or talk or breathe. And not only are my clothes tight, but they’re the wrong clothes altogether. The state college here has a football game tonight, so we’re having a tailgate party at work today, and I’m the

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-85314804442768701072008-09-30T23:49:00.002-06:002008-10-01T00:27:30.013-06:00

Just some random stuff...I'm loving the beautiful autumn weather we've been having. A little chilly in the morning, warm during the day, and absolutely delightful in the evening. The leaves are changing colors. I can smell fires burning as the nights get colder and people start to use their fireplaces. This time of year always makes me feel settled and unsettled at the same time...it's difficult

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-8171955117413460272008-09-26T09:49:00.001-06:002008-09-26T09:52:28.485-06:00

Getting a text message from my ex-fiance at 1:05 am that says "I still love you."ARGH!!

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-84605743864345146802008-09-25T23:46:00.002-06:002008-09-26T00:16:55.299-06:00

That is all.

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-81270231716863135932008-09-22T22:05:00.006-06:002008-09-22T22:46:23.872-06:00

I haven't cried this much in a long time. And while it feels good - necessary and cathartic, in a way - it also hurts. It brings me pain all the way into the very depths of my heart and soul. It's a pain that I can't figure out how to get rid of. My usual bandaids - food, television, talking to a friend, seeking the comfort of a man's touch - don't even sound appealing. The only thing that sounds

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-57759720865146818502008-09-18T20:37:00.007-06:002008-09-18T22:03:30.882-06:00

Things that are currently swimming around in my head:-Just enough pre-cold/flu germs to give me a headache, a runny nose, and a sore throat, and generally make me feel like a huge pile of crap.-Semi-hateful thoughts towards the bf about not giving a crap being here to nurse me back to health with macaroni & cheese. Yes, macaroni & cheese is just as good as chicken soup for making a sick person

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-10997025768235459692008-09-08T22:52:00.003-06:002008-09-16T11:53:29.596-06:00

It's getting late and I should really go to bed, but I just couldn't go to sleep without sharing with you how full my heart is right now. The new man just gets better and better every minute of every day. When I'm with him, my heart is at peace. I feel safe. I know he will take care of me. I trust that he isn't going to abandon me. I am so thankful that he didn't give up on me. I am overcome with

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-60445530853558801662008-09-01T14:31:00.007-06:002008-09-01T15:49:33.469-06:00

So, I'm slightly behind in posting my Weekly Review...if you wanna get all technical about it, I'm really two posts behind. I'll do my best to think back over the last two weeks, but I tend to have the memory of a fruit fly when it comes to these things (do fruit flies really have a short memory? I just picked that example out of the air...) so I'm not making any promises.1. What do I have to

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-36652458261586083262008-08-27T18:10:00.009-06:002008-08-27T18:52:45.912-06:00

I’ve been out of things to do at work this week – I guess I got ahead of myself this month and finished my work early. I’ve been asking my boss – who conveniently works about six states away – if there’s anything he wants me to do, help him with, etc. and he keeps saying no. So stop giving me that look!Read Blogs – time spent: approximately 3 hoursOh yes, one of my favorite things to do these

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-30608038161508122652008-08-19T21:13:00.006-06:002008-08-19T22:25:50.423-06:00

I'm having one of those nights where things are swirling around in my head and making me anxious and unsettled. Usually helps to try to get them out of my head so here it is.I've been thinking more about how we're going to sell my wedding dress...you know, the one my parents are still paying for that I'm not going to wear in approximately two months?? Yeah, that's the one. I really want to get

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-38053842089952076392008-08-18T17:45:00.008-06:002008-08-20T10:50:12.919-06:00

I'm hurting for my friends today. I wasn't involved in the situation, but there was an incident over the weekend with some friends, and it's quite possible that relationships have been irreparably damaged. They were out on a lake together, boating and having fun as they have done many other weekends this summer, and there was an accident. I'm not completely clear on the details, but someone's

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-79375598808933250082008-08-17T18:58:00.005-06:002008-08-17T21:00:38.118-06:00

1. What do I have to work on the next few days? The biggest thing that I'm working on right now is the Budding Relationship (yes, it was previously the Budding Romance, but I've decided that it deserves a promotion!). Actually, the relationship itself isn't really work right now...things are going great, he's wonderful, and we're still doing the marathon sessions of making out (all I have to say

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-80218348552465003122008-08-10T13:57:00.013-06:002008-08-10T22:25:31.654-06:00

1. What do I have to work on the next few days? Need to start my journal of medications, doctor's appointments, and therapy sessions (number 21 on my 101 Things list). I haven't been able to decide how I want to organize it so I've been putting it off, but I think probably the easiest way to do it is just to list everything by the date it happens - regardless of what category it falls into. Also.

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-7922658680250357192008-08-03T15:27:00.001-06:002008-08-05T00:56:31.534-06:00

Since it's been several days (a whole week, actually) since I blogged, I thought it was probably time to get back to it. Despite the fact that I had a birthday last week (gah!), overall it was a pretty good week, both at work and in my personal life. But I know - and am trying to remember - that it's just as important to come here when I'm doing well, as it is when I'm not doing so well.I did

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-19878074252228284452008-07-29T08:19:00.000-06:002008-07-29T08:50:57.681-06:00

Got this one from Jen and thought it was a great way to start the day. Enjoy!1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)Kitty Aveo2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)Chubby Hubby Shortbread (um...yeah.)3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)D-Wil4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-88465442683101445392008-07-27T14:17:00.000-06:002008-07-27T14:48:41.796-06:00

Today I completed what I thought would be one of the most difficult things on my 101 Things list.35. Put “the box” (of wedding planning & ex-fiancé related items) in storage. It's done, and the weird thing is that I don't really feel anything. I mean, this box has been sitting in my living room for almost 3 months now. After I got all of his stuff out of my apartment, I went about putting

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-12094384761837922082008-07-23T20:07:00.000-06:002008-07-23T22:11:08.948-06:00

Earlier today - actually, starting last night - I had a couple of major self-destructive food episodes. There were cookies...and more cookies...and even more cookies. I'm embarrassed to admit to anyone that it happened. I'm ashamed that I'm so weak and have no self control. I feel pathetic and miserable because ever since I can remember, I've tried to fill the hole inside me with food. My

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-62149451032136027162008-07-23T13:46:00.000-06:002008-07-23T14:00:14.349-06:00

I'm having an emergency today. All I want to do is eat. And eat. And EAT!! I'm so ashamed to tell anyone this, but last night I ate probably 20 cookies from the time I got home at 5:00 until I went to bed at about 10:00. Toward the end of the night, I knew I should stop - must stop - but I couldn't. I practically choked down the last 2 cookies just to get rid of them. And of course

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-44328495958198654722008-07-20T20:38:00.000-06:002008-07-21T19:38:33.636-06:00

So here's a quick recap of my weekend...because I know you've all been waiting for it! Friday night was dinner with some friends that just got back from vacation. We had pizza and looked at all the pictures they took. I hadn't seen them in awhile, so it was nice to catch up and hear about what a great time they had. Then I met up with this friend (and former boyfriend) to celebrate another

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-72299067326815203892008-07-17T10:36:00.000-06:002008-07-17T10:55:38.573-06:00

I am determined to have a better day today than the last three have been (especially yesterday...gah!), so here are some good things that I can think about when I start to feel stressed, angry, frustrated, etc., and they'll hopefully get me back on track.1. I've brought my lunch to work every day this week = money to pay bills.2. The pictures of my niece and nephews at my desk always make me

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-48869287912569000362008-07-16T22:39:00.000-06:002008-07-16T23:34:19.917-06:00

so in the spirit of using my blog as a self-discovery tool - or possibly a self-repair manual - i'm going to tell you that i'm having a...Thing. i'm not quite sure what to call it because i'm feeling sad and anxious and afraid and stressed and rejected and confused and about a jillion other things all at the same time. so, i'll just call it a Thing. and it's really making me want to EAT, because

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-39869410412952519762008-07-14T21:28:00.000-06:002008-07-14T22:18:18.965-06:00

Ok, so I have the warm fuzzies tonight, and it's all because I have fabulous new internet friends. I had no idea whether anyone but me was reading my blog, but to my surprise there ARE other people reading it! More than one, even! And they were sweet enough to leave me words of encouragement and let me know that I'm not alone in my little world of misery and despair.I've gotta tell ya...I really

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-66870603201740120412008-07-13T22:19:00.000-06:002008-07-13T22:53:25.888-06:00

This has been a really bad weekend. I'm not sure what brought it on, but I haven't felt this awful in awhile. And I don't even know how to get it all out in words, at least not so that it makes sense to anyone else. I suppose that's not really important - that it makes sense to anyone else - but I think somehow it would make me feel better. Like maybe I'm not completely crazy if someone else

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-4053839381190991622008-07-10T23:05:00.000-06:002008-07-10T23:35:22.129-06:00

I think I'm developing an addiction to reading other people's blogs. Just tonight I've added four new blogs to the favorites list on my computer. And every time I run across something really cool, I have a moment of anxiety when I wonder if I'll ever really get around to reading more than the initial post that caught my eye, and if I'm not going to read it faithfully should I really put it on

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-91649177716667125332008-07-10T05:31:00.001-06:002008-07-10T09:25:58.585-06:00

Yes, I'm awake ridiculously early today. And yes, I should just get out of bed, take a shower, and go to work EARLY today (what a novel idea). I'd be able to get a head start on the day before the office gets too noisy, and then I could leave work earlier than normal too. Sounds like a great idea, right? There's just one little problem: I DON'T WANT TO. I don't want to get up, or take a shower,

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-23859712784264803852008-07-06T23:06:00.000-06:002008-07-06T23:56:02.986-06:00

I hate Sundays. More specifically, I hate Sunday nights. They always feel empty and lonely to me. It doesn't matter if I try to do something fun to fill up my time, or if I sit on the couch and watch TV, the day always ends up feeling the same. Sometimes there's a feeling that I Forgot To Do My Homework that is leftover from high school and college, but I've managed to recognize that feeling

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-69062319631028266772008-07-03T22:49:00.000-06:002008-07-05T01:20:09.461-06:00

Today was a mixed bag of emotions, to say the least. First, it was the last day for one of my friends at work. I'm sure that doesn't seem like a big deal, except that this person is one of the last people I thought I'd be friends with, let alone be jealous of, when I first met her. She's a divorced mother of two young boys, she's been in jail for a felony (shoplifting, I think), and she's a

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-51911914777976128482008-07-02T00:03:00.000-06:002008-07-02T00:42:47.676-06:00

There must be something(s) I need to get out of my head tonight. I've tried going to bed TWICE already, and it's not working. I keep ending up back in the living room and on the computer so I can only believe that I need to unload some stuff before my mind will let me rest for the night. As much as I love watching reruns of "The Nanny", I really need my sleep more than I need a shot of Fran

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-83284054098970118122008-06-30T21:55:00.000-06:002008-07-10T23:37:32.926-06:00

I had dinner tonight with a good friend, a man I used to date and was in love with at one time. I still love him very much, but I know (and have almost completely accepted) that we don't work as a couple. At least not long-term. We are best for each other when we just date - go to movies or hang out or have dinner - and there are no expectations. I hadn't seen him since the night the ex-fi and I

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-30533748617681025842008-06-27T00:36:00.000-06:002008-07-02T00:01:03.627-06:00

I'm still sick, possibly even more sick than I was a couple days/nights ago. The doctor says it's a "virus", whatever THAT means, as if there's nothing she can do about it! I hate how doctor's have become so very unwilling to prescribe drugs to get rid of things these days. I mean, clearly a virus doesn't belong in my body any more than bacteria does, yet they refuse to prescribe anything for a

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-30663542572498887432008-06-23T20:38:00.000-06:002008-06-23T21:54:17.335-06:00

So there's a bunch of stuff I need to get off my chest...or more like, get out of my head. I had a rough weekend, and my head still isn't clear.First of all, I'm sick. I have some sort of tonsil-related nastiness and it's making me feel like crap. I stayed home from work today in hopes of sleeping it off before it escalates into something really fun like strep. I don't think it's gotten any worse

auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856929082355815792.post-43585539450936539862008-06-17T20:20:00.007-06:002010-02-02T19:47:04.281-07:00

So I got this fabulous idea from Jen. As far as I'm concerned, she has been my saving grace. After breaking off a wedding engagement and feeling completely lost about...everything, I ran across her blog through Yahoo! Shine, and it has truly made a huge difference in my life. Many, many thanks Jen!!The idea is to make a list of 101 things you want to do…and then you do them. All of them. Every

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