I think that this one is my favorite thus far:
Monday, January 10, 2011
Trimmin'
Still thinking about getting my hair cut. I've let the bangs grow out a bit, and they're not so bad anymore, but I'm remembering why long hair on my is a bit frustrating. Having fine hair means I have fairly limp hair. And if it's long and weighs itself down, I have pretty much no volume in my hair, it just drapes off my skull. :P And while I don't see when in the near future I'll go ahead and actually follow through with my hair cutting plans, I have found a few styles I think I'd seriously consider giving a try.
I think that this one is my favorite thus far:
I think that this one is my favorite thus far:
Sunday, January 9, 2011
One Week Whirlwind
Weel, weel, weel. Quite a week. Quite a week.
For starters, I got sick. Quite sick. It started as a horrendous sour throat Monday morning, and woke me up in the middle of that night as a nightmare inducing fever. Tossed and turned all night, half awake, half asleep, terrified and delusional. Spent the next day coughing and sneezing and feeling liked I'd been trampled by a heard of elephants. Took me two days to feel up to going back to work, and I'm still hacking up lung phlegm and carrying around massive wads of Kleenexes in my pockets even yet today. It's funny, because the whole thing totally messed with my vocal chords and my voice register probably dropped down an entire octave. As I sat at home, bored out of my mind and fluffy headed, I experimented with this new found range, and I don't think I've ever been able to go so far down the scale in my entire life. I could feel my chest vibrating deep in side, it was so cool.
The other interesting part of that day, was it was my birthday. Happy Birthday to me. I'm now... 22? Yeah, that sounds about right. I was home alone all day long, so I never saw anyone until about 10 pm when mom and dad came home from closing the store. I didn't have a birthday cake, and I didn't get any wrapped presents (mom and dad handing me a rolled up wad of cash. which I do indeed appreciate). I did get several birthday comments on Facebook (thank you all), but I only got one call. That was from my sister, Jo (and my brother Sam too, since he was with her), early in day. This made me a little sad, but when my mother got home and was annoyed that I supposedly hadn't been answering the phone all day long when she'd tried to call... we picked up the phone and realized that we had no dial tone. The phones were all dead. Had been, most of the day. We later learned that everyone in the area of where we live had lost phone service too. We still don't know why.
Anyway, if you tried to call my on my birthday, and couldn't get through, now you know why.
And now I am thoroughly more mature, and extremely more responsible now that I'm 22. It's like being a whole new person. I have a sense of duty and adult comprehension as I never have before. It's as if I switched prescriptions and I see the world in a totally more clear way now. I can feel my place in the world grow firmer. I can sense a change in the winds of life. I can...
...spout a lot of hogwash.
The days rolled on and stuff happened and then on Thursday afternoon, I got a call from my brother, Tom. You see, sometimes my brother's company will send him on trips to different places around the country to participate in conferences and workshops. This time they wanted to send him to Orlando, Florida. Additional important info: A while ago my brother and sister-in-law had been flying back from a trip and had been delayed by difficulties with their airplane; and so the flight company had given them two flight vouchers. So, when my brother realized he was going to be in Florida, for a week, he and my sister-in-law decided that they wanted to use the vouchers so that my sister-in-law and nephew could go with him and enjoy Florida while my brother was at the conference.
And they had decided that they wanted me to come along too. They would use the second voucher for my plane ticket as my brother's would already be covered by his company. They said they wanted me to come with them and maybe visit Disneyworld one day, and go to the west coast of FL one day and the east another day and...... and they wanted it to be my birthday present. They told me this at about 3pm Thursday. I needed to let them know yes or no by that night, and our flight for FL from the St. Louis airport was leaving Saturday morning. I had about 3 hours to decide if I wanted to go, and one day to prepare.
I of COURSE said yes, and I lived in exhilarated shock...
...until about 8 am the next morning when my brother called to say that the plane company was not accepting the vouchers for our trip. In other words: trip canceled. To be honest, as much as the trip was a shock and I could never quite get my head wrapped around the reality of it all... when the trip fell through I wasn't shocked at all. It had that "too good to be true" shiny glow about it, and it felt too much like a bizarre dream anyhow. So, while I was admittedly disappointed, I guess that it didn't really phase me. All I can really say is, "Oh well. It would have been fun." I dreamed about going anyway, and for a while I believed it too. And so, in my mind, I'd already been to Florida and back. And the trip wasn't too bad either. :D I don't know what the beach really looks like down there... but I like the one I visited in my head.
And then, to top it all off, I helped my dad out in the nursery at church today. This is the third week I've subbed in because no one's been called yet to help him out. Every week has been it's own unique adventure. Today was the most energetic one, that's for sure. One thing's for sure. I love kids. They are sooooooo smart! These kids are only about 2 years old, and yet they are so stinkin' quick on the trigger! They obviously can't comprehend a lot of things yet, but they are so understanding of life already. More than a lot of adults if you get down to it. Like, there's this one girl, who is so funny. She's definitely a tom-boy! When she gets upset she jumps up, set's her feet an even span apart, brings her fists up in a boxing stance, screws up her face and grunts challengingly at her aggressor... the little boy who stole her blocks. They started punching and kicking each other, so we had to pull them apart, but when we explained to them that that was not nice and they needed to apologize and tell each other they were sorry, they did so so kindly and even hugged each other. And then they went on playing again, friends again. How Christ-like is that! How honest and loving! How understanding! Ahh! I just love them!
Well, that's it for this week. It's been a roller coaster. Pretty soon here I'll be heading back in to town for the first YSA Sunday dinner of the year. I'm not sure how many people are back from Christmas break, but it'll be nice see everyone. I'm excited to hear holiday stories.
Cheerio then, maties. Cheerio.
For starters, I got sick. Quite sick. It started as a horrendous sour throat Monday morning, and woke me up in the middle of that night as a nightmare inducing fever. Tossed and turned all night, half awake, half asleep, terrified and delusional. Spent the next day coughing and sneezing and feeling liked I'd been trampled by a heard of elephants. Took me two days to feel up to going back to work, and I'm still hacking up lung phlegm and carrying around massive wads of Kleenexes in my pockets even yet today. It's funny, because the whole thing totally messed with my vocal chords and my voice register probably dropped down an entire octave. As I sat at home, bored out of my mind and fluffy headed, I experimented with this new found range, and I don't think I've ever been able to go so far down the scale in my entire life. I could feel my chest vibrating deep in side, it was so cool.
The other interesting part of that day, was it was my birthday. Happy Birthday to me. I'm now... 22? Yeah, that sounds about right. I was home alone all day long, so I never saw anyone until about 10 pm when mom and dad came home from closing the store. I didn't have a birthday cake, and I didn't get any wrapped presents (mom and dad handing me a rolled up wad of cash. which I do indeed appreciate). I did get several birthday comments on Facebook (thank you all), but I only got one call. That was from my sister, Jo (and my brother Sam too, since he was with her), early in day. This made me a little sad, but when my mother got home and was annoyed that I supposedly hadn't been answering the phone all day long when she'd tried to call... we picked up the phone and realized that we had no dial tone. The phones were all dead. Had been, most of the day. We later learned that everyone in the area of where we live had lost phone service too. We still don't know why.
Anyway, if you tried to call my on my birthday, and couldn't get through, now you know why.
And now I am thoroughly more mature, and extremely more responsible now that I'm 22. It's like being a whole new person. I have a sense of duty and adult comprehension as I never have before. It's as if I switched prescriptions and I see the world in a totally more clear way now. I can feel my place in the world grow firmer. I can sense a change in the winds of life. I can...
...spout a lot of hogwash.
The days rolled on and stuff happened and then on Thursday afternoon, I got a call from my brother, Tom. You see, sometimes my brother's company will send him on trips to different places around the country to participate in conferences and workshops. This time they wanted to send him to Orlando, Florida. Additional important info: A while ago my brother and sister-in-law had been flying back from a trip and had been delayed by difficulties with their airplane; and so the flight company had given them two flight vouchers. So, when my brother realized he was going to be in Florida, for a week, he and my sister-in-law decided that they wanted to use the vouchers so that my sister-in-law and nephew could go with him and enjoy Florida while my brother was at the conference.
And they had decided that they wanted me to come along too. They would use the second voucher for my plane ticket as my brother's would already be covered by his company. They said they wanted me to come with them and maybe visit Disneyworld one day, and go to the west coast of FL one day and the east another day and...... and they wanted it to be my birthday present. They told me this at about 3pm Thursday. I needed to let them know yes or no by that night, and our flight for FL from the St. Louis airport was leaving Saturday morning. I had about 3 hours to decide if I wanted to go, and one day to prepare.
I of COURSE said yes, and I lived in exhilarated shock...
...until about 8 am the next morning when my brother called to say that the plane company was not accepting the vouchers for our trip. In other words: trip canceled. To be honest, as much as the trip was a shock and I could never quite get my head wrapped around the reality of it all... when the trip fell through I wasn't shocked at all. It had that "too good to be true" shiny glow about it, and it felt too much like a bizarre dream anyhow. So, while I was admittedly disappointed, I guess that it didn't really phase me. All I can really say is, "Oh well. It would have been fun." I dreamed about going anyway, and for a while I believed it too. And so, in my mind, I'd already been to Florida and back. And the trip wasn't too bad either. :D I don't know what the beach really looks like down there... but I like the one I visited in my head.
And then, to top it all off, I helped my dad out in the nursery at church today. This is the third week I've subbed in because no one's been called yet to help him out. Every week has been it's own unique adventure. Today was the most energetic one, that's for sure. One thing's for sure. I love kids. They are sooooooo smart! These kids are only about 2 years old, and yet they are so stinkin' quick on the trigger! They obviously can't comprehend a lot of things yet, but they are so understanding of life already. More than a lot of adults if you get down to it. Like, there's this one girl, who is so funny. She's definitely a tom-boy! When she gets upset she jumps up, set's her feet an even span apart, brings her fists up in a boxing stance, screws up her face and grunts challengingly at her aggressor... the little boy who stole her blocks. They started punching and kicking each other, so we had to pull them apart, but when we explained to them that that was not nice and they needed to apologize and tell each other they were sorry, they did so so kindly and even hugged each other. And then they went on playing again, friends again. How Christ-like is that! How honest and loving! How understanding! Ahh! I just love them!
Well, that's it for this week. It's been a roller coaster. Pretty soon here I'll be heading back in to town for the first YSA Sunday dinner of the year. I'm not sure how many people are back from Christmas break, but it'll be nice see everyone. I'm excited to hear holiday stories.
Cheerio then, maties. Cheerio.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Illustrators Galore
I've been gathering a collection of favorite illustrators for quite a while, and I think that if I do not record it in some way, I will forget them. Here on this blog I can provide links to images by these artists as well, and perhaps you may decide to adopt them to your favorites while I'm at it. :D (The artists aren't listed in any particular order, so it's not as if the ones at the top are my favorite or the ones on the bottom my least favorite. It's pretty random really)
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Graeme Base
Steven Kellogg
-Josephine Wall
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James Christensen
- Kinuko Y. Craft
Norman Rockwell
-M.M. Kaye
Janet & Anne Grahame Johnstone
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