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I really loved the movie Juno and all I can think about is watching it over and over again.
And crying over and over again.
I just feel like crying because I'm a complete basket case when I'm preggo. right? it's only then, right?
Please tell me it's only then.
In other news....I hate the snow now and I want to live somewhere warm. Those are words I NEVER thought would ever cross my mind.
I'm really sick of being sick too. Cold weather makes me sick.
It was kind of okay being sick in Florida where it was warm and the humidity made my lungs and throat feel better. Now I'm back in the dry, bitter cold air. I have to boil pots upon pots of water just so I can breathe. I feel like a fish out of water most of the winter.
boo hoo.
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[12 Feb 2008|12:43pm] |
The Seventh Sister.
Her whispers are wind...her sighs, the snow.
"I'm a loner, Dotti, a rebel."
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[12 Feb 2008|12:21pm] |
I just now realized that I love LJ way more than typepad. So I'm going to delete that and come back to you, my first true love. I feel more connected here. And I don't like paying just to have a stupid link to my stupid shop that I can't even keep updated because I've been sick and busy and lazy.
I just wanted to say that I love you.
but now my computer is dangerously close to dying...so....
we'll talk soon.
I've missed you.
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[24 Oct 2007|04:21pm] |
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thanks guys!
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[23 Oct 2007|10:26pm] |
Hey, For those of you who don't know, I have a blog over here that I actually pay too much for, so leave me some comments over there so that I feel special and like someone may actually be reading.
Got it? Sarah? Melissa? Kim? Morgan?
I'm talking to you!
You guys are my friends, you have to make it look like I have friends for other people!
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[18 Oct 2007|11:10pm] |
I am once again with child. I am once again puking like crazy one minute, while the next craving salmon salad with macaroni on ruffled potato chips. Then I cry at pbs commercials...and cotton commercials...then I assume the world is out to tear my family apart, and kevin and I will never be in the same room with our children at the same time ever again....then I get over it....then it starts again.
the puking starts again.
followed by crying.
followed by an insatiable hunger.
I wholeheartedly agree with my cousin when she suggested that nine months of pregnancy went by WAY slower than the first year of our babies' lives. Being pregnant is a miserable experience, and don't let anyone fool you otherwise.
I still think Melissa should have babies.
maybe tomorrow I can find the time to list all the things that make me nauseous...but right now it's the thought of that list....gotta go.
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[09 Oct 2007|08:34pm] |
tallest woman on earth
painful love
haunted hunter
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[13 Sep 2007|09:51pm] |
..is really bored at work. AND he's hilarious.
You only have 6 days to vote, people. go do it.
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[06 Sep 2007|09:14am] |
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Well, we did it. We just walked him down the street and left him playing with leggos. We pick him up tonight at five, where I'll bring him home to a hot meal cooling off on the table.
I'm worried why? I guess I figured out that I think he'll miss me. He has two of the cutest little girls there to play with, and the woman who is taking care of him(a mother of two, herself) is so sweet and kind, and gorgeous. He has it all, he won't even be thinking of me. "mom who?"
Past experience has shown me that I'm really not that missed once I walk out the door...so I really have nothing to worry about. At all.
I still do.
I drew this last night while I was worrying about today.
she's not the seventh sister. Maybe extended family...but the seventh has to be different. I already have too many swans. I'm just really into swans.
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[05 Sep 2007|08:42pm] |
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All week I have been looking forward to my day of freedom. The day I can actually work on more stuff, update my etsy page, and nurse some new ideas. Tomorrow Eli starts with a babysitter once a week. I've met her, she's great. She feeds them only organic foods, and has wooden toys and all that jazz. I actually found her through some people I totally trust, as they trusted her with their son who is the same age.
I just can't stop thinking that I made a mistake. Leaving him with a stranger for 8 hours? What kind of a mother am I?
She's not a stranger, Erin, she's your neighbor who only lives two blocks down the street, and you need this time to work...do you want to be an artist or not? Do you want Eli to have a fulfilling interactive day playing with other little ones his age or not? Do you want to help contribute the best way you know how or not? It's only one day a week.
Not to mention, I am leaving him in very capable and experienced hands....two blocks down my very same street.
How perfect is that?! It's like a sign from above that this is the way it should be.
I know, I know. I'm still nervous.
I'm going to go wash the toddler puke out of my hair now, maybe I'll feel better.
(we were playing airplane a little too soon after snacking on some pirates booty, and he was giggling a little too hard...now I smell a little too much like white cheddar.)
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have you heard? only one day this year.
we better make it worth it......
Hey there!
We've done it! We have secured a date and most importantly found our new home for the winter show (our location for the past three events at MSOE is no longer available). Our website will be updated in September with all sorts of details. Until then, we are pleased to know that our next show will be something special and new, including a fashion show in an elegant theater, live music played on a grand piano and drinks available in a full bar—all located in a historically refurbished building housing one of the largest private art collections in Wisconsin… drum roll please.
Mark your calendars!
***BUY HANDMADE FOR THE HOLIDAYS***
Art vs. Craft Round 7
Saturday December 8th from 10am-7pm
at the Humphrey Scottish Rite Masonic Center
located in downtown Milwaukee, WI
at least it sounds pretty.
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[16 Aug 2007|09:36am] |
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any time i make anything new, i feel this immediate heaviness, the pain of thinking i may never do it again....like i'm out of ideas forever. i feel like this was it, i've done it, now i have nothing to look forward to.
then, days later, something happens and i do it again.
i hope it's like that again, anyway. it's been that way a thousand times before, but right now i still have that sinking, empty feeling.
i always have this to work on:
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[06 Aug 2007|12:44am] |
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A Muse came to visit. She said very nice things about me, and I didn't want to disappoint, so I went straight to work.
This is one of three that I have finished so far. Three more to come....
Seven Sisters
HUNTER
eekdesign.etsy.com
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| A pencil in the wrong hands... |
[04 Aug 2007|12:27pm] |
I just finished her face, after three days of getting it wrong.
Eli and Kim must be in cahoots. She distracted me on the phone about zuccini loaf, while the little evil genius did his damage. he called her ahead of time and told her that I was in a zuccini loaf craze, and that I could go on and on about it...that's what it was!
monsters!
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[24 Jul 2007|08:35am] |
my glasses broke last night. kevin broke them but it was my fault. we were snuggling on the couch when he got home from work. that stupid new sour skittles comercial came on, and we got into an argument over how the guy being milked what incorrect in saying "that's a risk i'm willing to take" (i think he should be saying "that's a risk i'm not willing to take", since his over all response is "no, i will not stop eating sour skittles to save your milk") and kevin did not agree with me.
not only did he not agree with me, but he argued his point, then acted like it was so stupid that we were even talking about it, and that i would be ridiculous for continuing the conversation any further...which is what really got to me, so i was unable to explain myself without feeling stupid.
so i lightly bit him in the chest, as a little joke, and of course he thought i was going to bite him much harder, so he broke out the karate chop and bye-bye glasses. of course it was a clumsy attempt at self defense which caused no harm to anything but my glasses...kevin is gentle like a lamb.
on second though...if he would have let me speak like got to, then i wouldn't have had to bite him and my glasses would still be here. it is his fault after all.
this is all really stupid and i'm embarassed to post it, but i'm trying to do at least one a day, so here it goes.
oh yeah, i sold a print on etsy and i got my first cleaning job, which starts tomorrow.
we are slowly working our way back up from my -$750 a month since i quit. now were +$100!! only $650 more to go. that's only a few more richy clients! i think i can do it.
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[23 Jul 2007|05:17pm] |
today i made muffins for the third time. the first time i made a healthy recipe and they were terrible. well, they'd bee good with a beef roast or something, but not for a nummy blueberry breakfast. the second time i decided to just get the delicious muffin thing down and throw health to the wayside and just try to make them good. they were great! third time i thought it was safe to experiment.
i would have been, my muffins would have been the best ever, only i read my directions wrong and didn't put in enough flour. when i turned them over to pop them out of the tin, crumbly muffin mess everywhere. they all completely fell apart. kevin caught eli sneaking little bit off the counter and eating them! so it was all worth it for that. now i'm not sure what to do with the crumbs. some kind of reconstituted muffin breakfast cake or bread pudding?
i am becoming a home-making marvel. and i love it.
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[17 Jul 2007|03:08pm] |
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with starbucks behind me, i am left wondering...
is my dream to stay home with my children and be an artist...
or is it to work at anthropologie full time, working my way up to visual manager?
i am at a real loss here. i know it sounds so ridiculous, but i'm serious.
they just posted the job listings for milwaukee. i'm making kevin spend all night on his resume for the visual coordinator, or whatever they call it. the listing says pretty much "Kevin Stueber, we need you and your superior knowledge of use with various sculpture materials and power tools..."
if he gets the job, then that's fine. i don't need to work there (we'll be set with the discount), but if he doesn't...then this question remains.
i've got some serious soul searching to do. am i really this materialistic? i'm disgusted with myself...maybe i have some serious soul scouring to do.
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[08 Jul 2007|09:13am] |
so far a crazy lady with cats embroidered on her denim vest said, in a kind of angry intrusive manner, "so why a fox?" as she looked at me through her squinty eyes and shrugged her shoulders violently. then she told me my fox looked like a flasher with her "trench coat."
another girl(with lots of gold jewelry, and a little roughness to her voice) told me, honestly and genuinely, that my fawn looked like the next generation of precious moments.
only after i flustered (and perhaps slightly offended her) with my "oh my god, oh no!" reaction....i realized i was the asshole that i was afraid she was being. she told me that she really loves precious moments, and the way she described my fawn in comparison, i could tell that they both really touched her.
to redeem myself i told her how neat it was to see different peoples' reaction to him, and how i thought her comparison was really sweet, and i took it as a great compliment and then i thanked her.
i've been thinking about it since. and even though her comparison wasn't of the most immediately or obviously flattering kind....once i think about her words, i kind of feel like she's the only one that got it.
"he has those sad eyes, only they're not sad...they're just so sweet and innocent that they look sad, you know?...like precious moments.."
it makes me smile every time, and i think it's the sweetest thing i've ever heard, and one of the nicest things anyone said to me. (other than you jerks, you're pretty sweet too)
this is a girl who loves precious moments because they touch a special place in her heart. she pretty much told me that i made did that too, and that feels pretty good.
myfavoritemirror.com is coming over to look at my stuff today. wish me luck.
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