Stuff!

I added a new photo page to my website. 

This site made me laugh, but it's serious.

I am soooo ready for spring. I really need to leave town in the winter. Be a snow bird. Have a house in California in the winter. My father wrote to tell me it's 82 degrees where he lives. Ok, I admit, he wrote about more things than that, and he sent me a beautiful necklace. 

Tonight I'm going out to dinner with Emily. We'll be discussing websites and writing books. Which reminds me, I broke down and read another book. I have no self control...

Sewing & Twitter

Y Jane's Russian lace.

Mary's quilting

Mary's left overs xmas quilt.

The back of the quilt.

O Jane's mittens. She makes 100s of them and gives them to poor and homeless children. She also makes hat's and scarves. 

Tonight is sewing circle. It really is my stress relief. Far better than medication and so much cheaper! I'm bringing the ladies gifts tonight. I've been de-cluttering the house and there were a few things I thought they would enjoy, like porcelain roses for the younger Jane (she collects them) and work lights for Mary's sewing room. I have six other bags going to Savers, and there's still so much to go through. It feels really good to clear out the house. Too much clutter makes my brain feel cluttered! 

I just joined Twitter. I know, I'm so uncool to be joining so late in the game. I still have yet to figure it all out, but who knows? It could be fun. 

Shooting Leo

Leo was good enough to pose for me today.

He didn't have much to say about it.

He has the most amazing whiskers.

A little too much cat nip?

Playing with lighting is fun.

Love those whiskers.

Other People's Whine

I enquired about a job this morning and received back a 3,124 word rant about what the guy isn't looking for. It was a mass email designed to weed out applicants. I won't make you read the whole thing, but here one example.

"More broadly, what I sense at root is these objectors are simply too

lazy and criminal-minded to excel at anything and would rather I give

them the work as a handout simply because they exist (without a

demonstration of merit) and subsequently expect me to tolerate

their non-productivity while they claim they will do the work during

periods when other higher priorities are absent (higher priorities

such as watching tv or getting drunk, for example)."

All I can say is I won't be working for him. I'm looking for someone who is a bit less jaded and bit more emotionally stable.

I don't know who took this picture. But it's great.

I've got ideas. Books I want to write, pictures I want to take, things I want to make and music in my head that wants to be written. What I don't have is ideas that make money. I'm working on that, but it's going a lot slower than the ideas for creative projects. *sigh*  

People want money for a lot of reasons. Houses and cars and fine things. I want money to buy more time with. In my mind, money equals time. If I had more money, I could spend more time working on my creative ideas. But in order to have more money I have to spend more time working for it, and then, more money equals less time. Doesn't make much sense, does it? Welcome to my unbalanced mind.

Temptations

I finished the trilogy just to find out there was a fourth book. Not done yet.  The books were fun. I enjoyed them quite a bit. I'm going to try not to read for a little bit, but Edwin keeps bringing me home more books! He likes to tempt me and feed my addictions...

Tonight I'm off with Emily exploring the terrifying passages of MOA. (Mall of America)  We're going to try and get some headshots there. We'll see if I get kicked out. I'm keeping a tally now of how many places I've been kicked out of for taking pictures. But the mall is a tourist trap, and tourists have cameras, right?  Should be OK.

Saturday Silliness

 

I've manages to put down "The Subtle Knife" long enough to blog.  Quentin came by today bringing treats to ruin my diet and we watched "Death Note."  We were disappointed, it wasn't great, but it was entertaining.  

Quentin put his hat on Pepita (one of the cats) and she just sat there, wobbling slowly like she was drunk. Eventually she started backing up to get it off and then looked at us as if she was saying, "What?"  I was laughing so hard I was crying. Quentin wasn't far behind.