First Love

So little to say but so much time,
despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind.
Please wear the face, the one where you smile,
because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry.

Forgive me first love, but I’m tired.
I need to get away to feel again.
Try to understand why.

Oh Adele, your voice is perfect when I'm feeling low.

May's list

I love lists. That's why I'm starting a list of goals per month. This month may be a wee bit late but better than never right? We shall see how many things I can cross off by the end of this month!

1. Fill out and turn in all job applications.

2. Luna's last puppy shots.

3. Izzy's eye examined (removal?)

4. Organize and get rid of unneeded clothes.

5. Keep on track. Exercise!

6. Eat better, drink more water.

7. Pay for classes.

8. Turn in book.

9. Insurance good grades discount (why is it so friggin hard to get a signature?!)

10. It just kills me to leave off on 9 sooo...smile more!

Coming home from vacation to a sick pug

My little one had an accident the day we got back from Colombia. We were very excited to see her but instead were left shocked and horrified to see her sitting calmly with her left eyeball red and bulging out of the socket looking straight from a horror movie. We immediately took her to the ER, me sobbing and singing to her the whole way..behind a car going 15 miles BELOW the speed limit (what the f dude?!). She is recovering now and just four days later is back to her firecracker self (she tries picking fights with pitbulls). What a trooper.



Next week we have an appointment to remove the stitches and hopefully take off that dreadful cone around her head. She absolutely hates it and so do we. She constantly scrapes it against my leg to get as close to me as possible. My furbaby.

frick.

Ever been so overwhelmed with stuff you have left to do with so little time to do it that you can't help but ignore it all and spend waste your time doing frivolous things instead like Internet browsing? Ok so maybe that's just me. Two exams tomorrow, one on Friday and today is pretty much my only day to pack in time for a 9 day trip to Colombia! But I like to put things off.. I work well under pressure is what I tell people. It usually works out with minimal hair pulling.

And here I am....blogging. Oh the insanity of it all.

Anyway, I am in that hairs transition period of deciding whether or not to let it keep growing or go back to my roots and chop it off. I really can't decide.

The beloved Zooey?



or the all stylish Calivintage? (one of her earlier cuts)



or perhaps I should go for a bit of asymmetry like LabelofHope had?



Oh decisions. It's just something else to occupy my time instead of doing what I really should be doing..like studying. Bleh.

Oh man...

These little ones are just too much for my uterus. Darn this whole needing to finish school, find a decent job and get married thing. Doesn't life realize that I really need one of these wriggly cuties like immediately.



via Pacing the Panic Room



via Omg Im a Mom

Happy St. Pattys Day

*pinch pinch*

and on a side note...

Job interview on Friday! I'm hoping to be able to quit my current job very soon! We shall soon see. It's time for a change.

dress is from Anthropologie.

Confession..

I have one. I love weddings. Not the hum drum typical church weddings, don't get me wrong, they're fine and all and I have nothing against traditional weddings (to each his own) but I sort of have an obsession with off-beat weddings. Even though I'm not even engaged, I will still find myself day dreaming of color schemes and the little aesthetics involved in my possible wedding. Sad huh?

Anyway.







Someone needs to buy this dress for a simple yet heartfelt garden wedding. You know the kind that involves lots of handmade details, fresh flowers, pitchers of lemonade and homeade pies. That kind.

che-che-che changes!

Oh how I love me some Bowie. Anyway. It's been some time since I've updated. Partially because life has been hectic lately and mostly because I'm lazy. Yep I am quite aware of my faults and right next to disorganized and procrastinator, lies laziness. Oh well.

The boy and I are still doing great. We live with each other now so tenseness and stupid little arguements are expected every now and then but they are far and inbetween. Normally we will makeup within a 10 min time frame because it's usually humorous what we are fighting over to begin with. We have two new roomies who are really laid back and fun to be around. Such a change from my last few roomates. Whew.

Oh. I also got a bunnie...

*pic to come later*

His name is Hatter.

Why? Because he looks like he belongs in Alice in Wonderland of course. By the way, Alice the Syfy version..very cool. I am sort of in love with her outfit the entire movie.



Spring break next week!

Word.

i lied

I'm super excited for Valentines now that I know I get to spend it with the love of my life (other than Izzy of course). He's got something planned and while I'm excited to see what it is, I'm horrible with surprises. I was the child that would sneak into the closet and carefully unwrap my presents to see what they were before wrapping them back as close to the way I found them as possible before Christmas came. I guess you could say I have impatient tendencies. At least I only have to wait one more day! I just wish my heart tights from tabio came in time. I know how girly can I get but come on, heart tights on Valentines? That would have been too good to pass up. I also got the dot ones that I've been wanting for months so I'm looking forward to warmer weather so I can break out the skirts and dresses already!

im not sorry there's nothing to say

I must be the only girl NOT looking forward to Valentines. Too bad I'm not even wanted to work that day. Ah well..I would much rather gorge myself on ice cream while watching a cheesy flick like anything Shirley Temple because lets face it, that little girl can put a smile on anyone's face.

my paint splattered puzzle piece

freshly done.

colors a bit off in this one. Can I just say how hard it is to take
a decent picture of the back of your own neck?

So I have had my new tattoo for a little over a week now. I can finally turn my head without being in pain which is great! Definitely took that little action for granted all my life. I am thrilled with my paint splattered puzzle piece. It hurt but it was worth it. He took my slightly bizarre concept and rolled with it, making it into something better than I envisioned in my own head. All the color (paint) is freehand. Oh and he wore pink gloves and played music that I imagined futuristic robots fighting/dancing to. Overall it was a good experience.

My reasoning behind the tattoo... it's inspired by my little brother. The paint colors are the autism colors (he has Asperger's syndrome which is a form of autism), I just added my own spin to it with the splatter effect. One of my fondest childhood memories is when my mom would roll out a large white paper on the kitchen floor and my little brother and I would "go at it" with paint..on the paper, the floor and ourselves. *Note to self..NEED to find that picture of us.

His reaction:

me- "Hey little brother, you like my new tattoo? It's for you."

him- "Well...I'm not really a tattoo person but if you are going to get one, that would be a good one."

Sucess.

missing you.

its been 3 days since we last cuddled.

A lesson on ink

Saturday I get my next tattoo and I have to share just how excited I am about this one. This one will have meaning and this one I will be going in prepared. It's silly because I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog but I'm going to keep the plans to myself anyway till after Sunday. Here's the story on my first tattoo, for my own recollecting and just in case someone out there can learn from it.

I can't use the excuse that I was only 18 because I wasn't. In fact it really wasn't that long ago (less than a year). I have a little three star design by my right hip area. I wanted it to be cute and it is but there are things I would change. The more I look at it the more perplexed I get over it. I guess I can over-analyze things a bit too much so this was to be expected but I can't get over all the what ifs and "maybe if this one was moved here or one was added here...". Anyway, the point I'm getting at, is that I didn't really go in prepared and once I got there, I was more concerned about the jabbing needle piercing through my skin than I was about the actual design of my tattoo. I'm a baby yes. So when I went in and told him a bit of what I wanted and described how I wanted it to flow up my hip, I don't think he was really grasping it. He started out with a design of four stars and I decided to change it to three and I guess that threw him off because he just wasn't placing them how I wanted. I made him move them around a couple times and by the third or fourth time, I decided to just go with it. Partially because it looked decent enough and partially because I was ready to bolt out the door at any second. It was all supposed to be a spontaneous thing because I knew that would be the only way I could actually go through with it. Now looking back, I wish that I did push him to do more what I originally envisioned even if it took ten times. Afterall, it's my body and what I have to look at for the rest of my life. That's important. Anyway, I don't have any pictures of my tattoo on here but let's just say that it looks more like a cute stamp than a nice flowage of stars(That's right I said flowage). So that's my first tattoo story. A long lesson learned.

Pictures of star tattoo mishap to come at a later date. My *hopefully* perfect tattoo #2 story will be shared soon enough as well!

It's a fresh start

I know so.


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