show and tell time

today was a good day.

the falcons won. detroit played shitty, they weren't much competition, but the win is all that matters.

took a cooking break with my mom and we decided to cut down a tree in the back. we initially were going to take down 3 but the first bastard was so stubborn in coming down, we decided to stop after that. a chainsaw woulda been nice but we didn't have a long enough extension cord. that tree was skinny but man, i'm telling you, it wouldn't budge. FINALLY we were victorious. kind of. we get the sucker cut and it just rests up against another tree and just sits there! even cut in half! i was kicking it and pulling on the limbs. my mom finally brought it down. she felt like rocky.

i need to clean my room before the night is over, i'm living in a pig sty people.






we are going so fast, we are blurry!







not sure why this one made the cut.



see? the damn thing is cut in half but still standing!



here she is hauling a big limb away from the mess.



victorious!



yay! (we are stupid)



we have a ham, whole turkey and four sides, for three people. deicided not to bake the rolls, make the salad, or eat the apple pie.



notice the fritos bag on the bed? i didn't eat those today. i think it was yesterday. they must have hung on tight while i slept last night.



freakin disaster.

thanksgiving break

i work one day this week (friday) and today was the only day i went to school since i have wednesday off for thanksgiving. ahh, let's see what i'll be doing just in case you were on the edge of your seat waiting for my holiday plans...

-write a self-analysis/critque paper
-start and finish typography project
-start on final project for 2D
-set out plans and sketches for final project in Drawing
-write extra credit paper on the Wyeth exhibit i saw
-purchase mat cutting supplies
-work on Drawing sketchbook and finish

EXCITING!

this thanksgiving, i am thankful for thanksgiving break (created for severe procrastinators)

actually, in defense of myself, i was three weeks behind on one project b/c i was so overwhelmed by it and cried over it and started over like 4 times, which means i would invest like 3 hours into the project and then just toss it and start over (4 times!), anyway, that put me behind on some other stuff that i am only now catching up on. BUT i turned in that project today and i got an A. so at least it's over and i will no longer wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweats over this project. i will post a picture of it soon.

and there you have it! have a wonderful holiday week.

hahahah

okay, sooo interesting...

i didn't have time to read much of it because i had to share this with you/y'all/whoever...

(click on the title of this post for the link.)

please, visit this site! (not work safe just so you know) it's a board about swingers and as far as i can tell the topics are basically whatever you have ever wanted to know about swinging.

just do it, you know you want to.

and sidenote here, i am sooo not into swinging (worked with a swinger once though).

oh and p.s. i was not looking for a swinging message board, the panic board is down so i was looking for the phish board to see what was going on over at the sandbox. the swinging shit was found amongst all the "phish message board" google finds. i found it and heard that the panic board is down until tomorrow but whatever, i found a swingers board!

i don't know if this is "bling" or not

i was sitting at crapplebees having a beer when in walks a walking advertisement for himself.

his name was romeo and this was his belt buckle...



it's lit up and his name scrolls across like a ticker thing.

i was fascinated and he was kind enough to let me take a picture of it. it's a bit dark but i couldn't use the flash or else his lit up name wouldn't show up in the picture.

the smell of dirt and dust

this is granny's house







this is the main barn on the property. it sits right next to what is now a busy road. there are a total of about seven shacks/barns. i don't know what they were used for but they all all about to completely collapse.





when i was little i went to an in-home day care for a couple of years. the lady that kept me was named joann harper. her husband's name was george harper. there were a couple other kids there but i don't remember them, i just remember their granddaughter, sherrie. she was my age and she cut my hair once because i told her that my mom wouldn't mind, "i need a trim anyway". i once bit a kid on the arm there. to teach me a lesson, joann bit the crap out of my arm. it hurt and i cried a lot but lesson learned, i never did it again. they had an old barn out in the back where we would fiddle with really old tools and gadgets and play dress up with really old smelly clothes. i remember granddaddy long legs in that barn. they still give me the creeps. we played outside a lot, i don't ever remember watching television over there. i took naps in the back room and was forced to eat spaghetti-os and we played in the carport for a good bit of it all. sometimes i hated going because i just didn't want to go. mostly though, i loved it. i was treated almost like one of her grandbaby's and i knew it, she really took good care of me.

joann and george used to grow pumpkins in the field next to their house. they would sell them every year for halloween. we got our pumpkin from them every year, said hello and caught up a bit, then one year we just stopped going. i went back once with my boyfriend but i don't remember if i told her who i was. they are really old now (they were kind of old when they took care of me) and no longer sell pumpkins. i drive by the house all the time, it's right around the corner from my parent's house. the harpers are old lilburn. they are rooted in this town by at least six generations.

that whole family used to own all of the land in that area. sisters and brothers and mom and dad all lived (and still do) next door and across the street from each other. joann's mom lived next door in a house that was ancient. they had lived there forever. joann grew up in that house. i guess joann's dad had died because i never heard anything about him. i did know her mother though. we called her "granny" and granny was as old as dirt. i was never scared of her even though everything about her and that place probably seemed spooky to a five year old. once we were in her kitchen and i asked her to take down her bun and show me her hair. she took it down and it almost touched the floor. that's about the only thing i can remember about her. i was really young. i rarely recall words but the pictures are in my head. granny's house stirs so much inside of me though. it stirs emotions, memories and my imagination. my mom and i were driving by the house today and we stopped. i got out and took a few pictures. i had always wanted to and knew that if i didn't do it then one day the place would collapse and i would regret it. now there is so much growth (new neighborhoods, shopping centers) around something that used to be surrounded by nothing but fields and dirt road. the property now sticks out like a sore thumb but it also feels so natural. like it cries out to be taken back a century ago, when it actually felt like home.

i'll probably go back one day soon and take more pictures. i'd really like to go talk to george and joann but i know i probably won't.

my manager...

is such an illiterate ass that he writes a note over the request box (for days off) that says...get this...

"all requests has been pick up"

the end. i don't know what else to say.

edit- i took my camera to work to get photographic evidence of the idiocy...

I Am From...

credit is given to missuz j. to putting this on her blog. i am stealing it from her. however, my friend, shawn, said that his daughter had to do an assignment just like this for school. so i am not sure who came up with this but i think it's a great idea. i have been working on mine here and there the last couple of weeks, heres what i have so far...

(oh and real quick i stole "pink sponge curlers" from missuz j. but i am from that too, so sorry for copying)


I Am From...

mud pies, hide 'n' seek and picnic dinners.

I Am From...

pink jellies, aqua converse and side ponytails.

I Am From...

pink sponge curlers, white tights and patent leather shoes.

I Am From...

the Baptist church, Catholic Communion and nondenominational thoughts.

I Am From...

a broken heart, a suppressed spirit but a strong backbone.

I Am From...

late nights, long trips and make believe.

I Am From...

the New Jersey sand, Georgia red clay and the Southern humidity.

I Am From...

dancing to the jukebox to dancing in my bedroom to dancing at a show.

I Am From...

my lifelong best friend, friends that have passed away and friends that come and go.

I Am From...

a surrogate family, a weak father and a strong mother.

I Am From...

a lot of tears.

Who Doesn't Love Air Guitar?

click the title of this post to check out one of the most exciting events going on. who knew? seriously? i wish i had known about this before now. i would have gone to the regionals in asheville. what a fun time...beer and air guitar.

also go to airguitar.com (maybe you can tell me what it's about b/c i'm on dial-up and that thing took forever to download).
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JUDGING CRITERIA

1. TECHNICAL MERIT
You don't have to know what notes you're playing, but the more the judges believe your fretwork corresponds to the music they're hearing, the better your score.

2. STAGE PRESENCE
Anyone can do it in the privacy of their bedroom. Few have what it takes to rock a crowd of hundreds or even thousands all without an instrument.

3. "AIRNESS"
The last criteria is the most difficult to define yet often the most decisive one of all. Airness is defined as "the extent to which a performance transcends the imitation of a real guitar and becomes and art form in and of itself."
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ULES OF COMPETITION

To download the official rules of competition, please click here.

The US Air Guitar Championships obey the rules set forth by the
Air Guitar World Championships:
- Each performance is played to one minute (60 seconds) of a song chosen by the performer or the event organizers
- The 60 seconds can start anywhere in the song
- The instrument must be invisible and must be a guitar, i.e. air drums are not permitted but air bass is permitted
- Personal air roadies are allowed, but they must leave the stage before the performance begins
- Back-up bands (air or real) are not allowed
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i know i'm already gearin' up for the 2006 season!

BOOBS

(not mine justsoyaknow)

Another Immature and Boring Meme

i honestly don't know what "meme" means but whatever. undr told me that no matter what anybody (those blog reveiwing people) says, i will do this...

and here's to me being bored and on the computer (actually the panic board) AND here's to today, the day that i no longer type with capitals. i never liked it, i was just trying to be proper. :cheers
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FIRSTS

First best friend: laura b.

First Car: maroon eagle premier

First kiss: matt d. in elementary school (who is now married and in california)

First real kiss: chris p. (who i don't know what happened to him)

First makeout: matt b. (who lives at home, has no job, no school and plays poker)
edit (01/22/07)- i don't know what i was thinking. my first make-out was with corey brown, aka "lay me down and...", well, nevermind. anyway, it was spring break of my senior year (matt was with us but was annoying me so bad which sucked b/c before then we had gone out...wait..end parenthesis...matt was my first make-out! i made out with corey (which i had been wanting to do for about a year) but it was after matt and i had dated. huh, now i am confused. i didn't cheat on matt but why weren't we "together" during spring break?

First big trip: georgia to new jersey

First time skiing/Snowboarding: sometime in middle school, i think it was in north carolina, icey, bad. first time in real snow- breckinridge, co 1998

First concert: new kids on the block (sadly, i screamed "donnie take your shirt off" the whole time, what do ya know, he did it.)

First Alcoholic Drink: the first one i drank all the way through was probably budweiser, in a can (party at my house)

First ticket violation: athens, can't remember but i was speeding. april 2000 during the panic classic center shows

First job: honeybaked ham

First date: chris p. took me out. can't remember where we went.

LASTS

Last car ride: from a bar named "jack's"

Last kiss: on the lips, my friend, Ryan. last *real* kiss, T. a little over 2 months ago. damn.

Last time you cried: friday night (at work, boo) my boss is a total menopausal bitch

Last movie watched: ??? karate kid?

Last food you ate: pork chops with mozzarella,

Last love: T.

Last temptation: to eat cheetos or go to bed

Last item bought: i didn't buy my beer tonight at jack's so i guess the apple martini i had at OB

Last annoyance: the really annoying girl in both of my classes today (who tried to register today and couldn't get any of the classes i registered for, thank goodness)

Last time wanting to die: at work sunday

Last alcoholic drink: killians (beer)

Last concert: panic in macon

Last phone call: my friend, shawn

Last friend you added on MYSPACE: i don't keep up with my myspace account.

CURRENTS

Current Best Friend(s): Laura. forever. (local: jeremie)

Current Car: '96 honda civic

Current love: art school (but about to fall in love with winter break)

Current drink: favorite? v8 splash. drinking right now? killians

Current activity: right now? on the computer wasting moments of my life filling this out.

Current annoyance: dial up internet and all three boyfriends i have had contacting me in the last week. yes, that's right! matt b, chris m and T have called me all in the same week. how weird is that?! i haven't talked to matt in about 2 years, haven't talked to chris since april and haven't talked to T in two months. wtf.

Koala: not the OB koala, that's definite.

Current mood: low key. tired and about to go to bed for some serious sleep.

if this is boring, lick me. super fi*

here was undilation's message to me-
"PS: You know if you want to, you can fill one of these out and I will totally think you are rad. Love ya, mean it! (Jeanne you better, I don't care what those biotches say!---besos!)"


*see: dane cook

The New High

www.high.org

The Andrew Wyeth exhibit opened today. I was definetly stoked about that as he is one of my favorite painters. I was most impressed by the marble statues. I couldn't get enough. Some pieces brought tears to my eyes. I bought a one year membership for $38. Not a bad deal since it's a $15 admission price. I can't wait to go back! And since it's free for me, I can go whenever! Even when I'm broke. And I can bring a friend, for free!

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you are not supposed to take pictures of the art. i did. on the sly. i wish i could have shot some of the wyeth stuff but there were eyes everywhere watching every move. once i got my face like a couple inches away from his paintings and this lady came rushing over and warned me that i was too close to the piece. i was just examining it. oops. i was also taking lots of notes and they kept coming up to me making sure i was using a pencil and not a pen. they are very strict, i guess i don't blame them though.







this is baby jesus on a cross that a little girl is holding. the title of this statue was something like "first christmas" or "christmas morning" it was lovely.









check out the fine detail on MARBLE! it's perfect, i should have taken a pic of a better example. some of the intricate detail (ie: lace, fabric patterns) was unreal.



this is an empty house across the street from The High. i don't know anything about it. it is empty with no markings. there was a phone number to call (didn't say anything else). i'm going to call them and ask about it. we walked around and peeked in windows. the inside is beautiful and has so much character.



i love the contrast between the pre civil war (?) house and the skyscrapers, i was fascinated by it.



this is from the Howard Finster room. he is a folk artist. it's mostly religious in nature and very junky. it was very interesting to say the least. not my kind of thing but it is to be appreciated at some level.

I'm Really Looking Forward To This Album

2nd and final solo album

background info

Door Harp made me cry and contemplate and mourn. This one is supossed to be even more intense.

I remember when Warren Zevon died, his last album, "The Wind" made me cry...a lot. I get so emotional about these albums that are made when someone knows they are dying. Being able to receive a message set in music from someone who is living with their own death is hauntingly intense. "Door Harp", it being instrumental, is a perfect example of words not being able to articulate the story, only the notes of the song can do that. It felt like you were Mikey's actual heartbeat, the tears that fell from his eyes, his eyes as he looked at his family, taking in all of the moments that he thought he would have forever to capture.

I strongly suggest listening to both "The Wind" by Warren Zevon and "Door Harp" by Michael Houser. When "Sandbox" comes out, take some time and remember Houser. I'm not about to get all sentimental because I will definetly cry but he is so sorely missed.

Release date: January 2006
Album: Sandbox
Artist: Michael Houser
Producer: John Keane
Record Company: Supercat (??? i assume that this is a branch off of "Brown Cat", probably John Keane owned)

Fun Little Link

click on the title of this post. you will see what fascinated me for twenty minutes the other day. i use my time so wisely, you will not even believe!

edit- the link is not working properly. either my computer is really tired or the site is not functioning properly.

edit 2- i tried the site again, if you see all black just keep clicking your mouse (it'll take a lot of clicks, be patient, it's sooo worth it) until the guy appears. do not click on "enter site". when you see lipstick, click on it, move your mouse.

Speaking of November...

November marks one year of wearing a really lame uniform at a fake Australian restaurant.

Tis Autumn

The leaves seen through my window pane
Remind me that it's time to move my life again
November sun is felt by none
A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come
A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin C
A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me
Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car
An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far

On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night
Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights
Well, I wonder where that driver's bound
Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found
A touch of smoke ain't what it seems
Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean
But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show
Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slow

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It is the Autumnal Equinox. I love it.

Tears of a Blogger

Do you read Dooce.com? I read her blog religiously. I love her blog more than any other. (take no offense IIFs) Today, Heather just made me full out cry. And it's probably because I'm PMSing* but she posted her monthly newsletter to Leta. I was reading intently and laughing on the inside and horrified at the same time. Then, I read the last line and cried. and cried. A mother's love is simply incredible.


*not to mention that my biological clock is ticking so loud that i can barely hear myself think.
"no babies, no babies, no babies, STOP!" (like from the game show "press your luck", no whammies)

This One's For ShipKicker

"Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives.

There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.

It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of, or at least minimize, your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere relationships/friendships.

Observe the relationships around you. Pay attention. Which ones lift and which ones lean? Which ones encourage and which ones discourage? Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?

When you leave certain people, do you feel better or feel worse? Which ones always have drama or don't really understand, know, or appreciate you?

The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you, the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life."

`if you cannot change the people around you, change the people you're around`

Question Time Again

I can't help myself with these things. I apologize you guys. This is from Undr.


smoked a cigarette - yes. many. way too many.

crashed a friend's car - i have crashed mine but never a friend's.

been in love - twice.

shoplifted- yes. besides candy, i once stole a pack of cigarettes. i was probably 17 and on a week long camping trip and we were pretty much out of money. i was in a little po-dunk town grocery store (think Piggly Wiggly circa 1984). when i was at the register, the manager was called over. they were questioning me,"where are you from?", "where are those cigarettes i saw you walking around with earlier?" my face turned bright red and i said, "i put them back, you can ask my boyfriend, he's in the car." i was shaking and i think he knew he scared the living shit out of me. i just knew the cigarette pack was pulsating and blinking red from my jacket pocket. as soon as i cashed out with my ramen noodles, i got in the car and told my boyfriend to hurry. i'm sure i started crying.

been in a fist fight - gotten in the middle of one to break it up, yes. they didn't care i was there and i bled a little.

snuck out of your parent's house- i never had to sneek out. i have snuck out of my friend's parent's houses though.

gone on a blind date - my junior year of high school. i don't think i would ever do it now as an adult.

skipped school- my senior year specifically, i skipped on so many occasions (i attended class 1/3 of the time) that the next year at that school they implimented the "3 absences only" policy. here was the thing though, i only had three classes. and if i was late to school by one minute i got "saturday school". so after attending a few too many saturday schools, i figured out that if i just didn't go at all then i wouldn't get in trouble. so that's what i did.

been on a plane- tons of times. i love flying.

eaten sushi- one of my most favorite foods of all times!

been moshing at a concert - no way. i got close to some moshing one time though and got a little scared. i don't really go to shows where people mosh.

had a tea party - many times. the ones i remember most fondly are the ones i had in new jersey. my cousin and my grandma has awesome little tea sets. at my neighborhood pool we had underwater tea parties.

fallen asleep at work or school- yes and yes.

slept beneath the stars - one of my most favorite things to do.

liked the way you looked at least at one point in time - yes. lots of times.

played cops and robbers- yup, as a kid and with my boyfriend once. heh.

sung karaoke - yes. once. in Orlando. i was with a group of my friends and it was free beer happy hour at our hotel. i sang "me and bobby mcgee" with my friend anney and then i sang "son of a preacher man"(?) with laura and anney? laura was there, monica was there. i can't remember exactly. however, jared videotaped it. karaoke can kiss my ass. i hate it.

been kissed under the mistletoe- yes.

laughed so hard you pee your pants -not completely peed my pants but i have dribbled pee on several occasions.

the end.

Small Annoyances

So this might annoy me just an eentsy weensty teeny tiny bit...





Ya know, maybe it's possible that I'm an idiot but you know what? I'm not. It's things like this little really-there-for-a-good-reason but hard-as-fuck-to-decipher word verification THAT DRIVES ME INSANE! is that a 7, 4, a 7 with an upside-down t? somebody, anybody?

Wanna Know...

How To Annoy The Holy Living Shit Out Of Me?

EAT WITH YOUR MOUTH OPEN!!!!!!!!

Ladies Wine Night

ryan



kim, me, christine, jess







jeremie (dana passed out)







ashley is the one laying down




Last Thursday was Ladies Wine NIght. The girls from work (some couldn't come and we were really sad that Rachel couldn't be there) got together and drank. One girl can't go anywhere without her boyfriend. So, for some reason "Ladies Wine Night" wasn't clear enough for her. Also us telling her "no boys allowed" wasn't clear enough for her. When she arrived, she had her boyfriend in tow. We tried to understand why he was there and she explained that he is not over protective, she just feels weird when he's not around. (((issues))) Well, we don't feel comfortable when it's Ladies Wine Night and *he's* around! Plan was busted so then one of the girls called the boy she liked and he was over in 2.2 seconds. The get together was held at our friend Ryan's house. His roommate was out of town and Ryan was suppossed to be also. They left the keys with one of us. Turns out Ryan's buddy got sick and so he was not going out of town. follow? Anyway, Ryan did oblige to be out of his apartment for most of the night so us girls (and the two boys, blah) could sit around and gossip, watch Laguna Beach, drink wine and be silly. After a few hours, Jeremie, Ryan and a couple of his friends came over. Fun times.

We started brainstorming about another girl's night where we dress up, go downtown, wine and dine ourselves and get a room at the Westin and just be idiots, GIRL'S ONLY! Well, the girl with the boyfriend said, "well i just don't understand why [bf's name] can't come." Come the fuck on!

I Accept Your Apology

I got an apology from the woman who thought I was sleeping with her husband. That was a little ackward too I must say.