Another one of those weird dreams.
Posted on March 31st, 2015 @ 8:06 am

I was going to a NASCAR race with a friend from Australia that loves it.  On the way there, we were tying to avoid some idiot in a pick up truck that was as orange as the General Lee.

I get the NASCAR and the orange pick up truck.  Something I like and someone I was trying to avoid.  However, I don’t get the Aussie.

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Head Scratchers · Life

“I’ll paint my mood in shades of blue”
Posted on March 30th, 2015 @ 10:21 pm

My painting.

I worked on this painting last night and tonight.  I based it on a photograph I took in 2011. Considering painting is not something I do all the time, I like how it came out.

In the high school capsule, I found a comment on the autograph page that said, “You are so smart & talented. ”

I started questioning the talented part.  What was my talent?  I figured my talent had to be how I did time capsule.  I did seem to go overboard on some markers.

So, I decided last night take what talent I might have and paint this painting.

Now, if I can return to crocheting and make that blanket I want!

Another “talent” I seem to have is photography.  Boy, do I wish it could be better!  My Savannah iPhotography-Mobiography Meetup went on a photo safari at Bonaventure yesterday. We could always use more people to join it. Our next meeting is hopefully going to be on a universal subject, so anyone interested in photography will come.

I think overall, my need to be creative stems from the fact my mother hated arts projects in her house.  The World of Arts in Girl Scouting was evil.  The only art she promoted was music related. You could see it in my Junior vest. In fact, the only art projects I can recall her liking that I brought home from were my dream catchers from 6th & 9th grades and my crayon/watercolor turtle from 9th grade.

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Flickr Photos · Life · Photography

“These bruises make for better conversation”
Posted on March 29th, 2015 @ 7:35 pm

I finally opened a time capsule I made as a junior in high school.  I was to open it in 2005, but my mother talked me into opening it in 2015. Not quite all the time has gone by.  I felt now was a great time to open it.  It was cathartic.

I regret not getting some signatures for my autograph pages. I was too shy to ask those students then.  At least several of them, I still have friendships with.

In my letters to myself, I wrote,  “Please don’t cry for me,” and “Don’t cry for these times.  Cherish them.  Good luck in the days ahead.” So what did I do?  I cried as I read those letters.

I had high hopes as a teen. So, not all my predictions came true, but I did get my nice house.

What I learned from this capsule was that I was liked in high school.  I didn’t need to be afraid.  All my problems were with me and my mind.

I hope by my posting this capsule, besides my high school classmates seeing it and remembering the good of that time, is that maybe, someone will use it as a way to get through to someone.  Let them know the bad times don’t last.  I was miserable in high school.  I still have issues I need to work out. Lord knows I hate being single.  And yet, I have lived an awesome life. Life does get better.

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Ever felt like you couldn’t get any more news in the day to make you feel like crap?
Posted on March 25th, 2015 @ 11:35 pm

And lo and behold, the shots keep coming?  It’s been one of those days.

I’ve been listening to “The Lover After Me” by Savage Garden to kind of cope.

Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn’t think of you today
Am I all alone in the universe?
There’s no love on these streets
I have given mine away to a world that didn’t want it anyway

I just wonder about who and what I am.

Well, like Scarlett says, “After all… tomorrow is another day.” And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get my Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitten.

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8th grade hell.
Posted on March 21st, 2015 @ 11:20 pm

I’ve posted about it before, but today, I found my yearbook from that grade.  At least four of the autographs mentioned the words “dont’t know you too well.” I started crying.  Was I crying for me now or my 14-year-old self?  Yet at the same time, nearly all the autographs said the same thing – that I was sweet.  I like to think I’ve kept this trait.  Just today, I helped some tourist find Johnny Mercer’s grave while out at Bonaventure.

Later in the evening, I chatted with another girl from my Junior High days, talking about how we enjoyed our middle school days, but our junior high days were horrible.

Speaking of junior high, my dad and I watched the second half of the Duke game last night.  They showed a shot of Jeff Capel during the game.  I mentioned that his mother was a coach at my junior high.  All I remember of her is that she wasn’t my assigned coach, but she taught my class period the volleyball skills in 7th grade.

March Madness is that time of year I’m torn.  Which North Carolina school am I to root for this year?  My college basketball attention span belongs to that state.

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Learning to crochet.
Posted on March 11th, 2015 @ 10:45 pm

My latest art project has been learning to crochet.  I want to make an ugly blanket for my couch.  I figured if it was ugly, I wouldn’t have to share it with anyone in the family.

One problem.  I don’t know how to crochet.

I do know how do a basic chain stitch now. My friend, Shannon taught me the stitch last weekend. She’s having me use a whole skein of yarn in nothing but chain stitching.  It’s how her mother taught her.  From there, she’ll teach me the next stitch.

I may not be great at art, but I enjoy being creative.

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