Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
I am going to go here.
This is a picture of rural China.

I've been in love with China ever since I started reading Pearl S. Buck at the age of 14, and I want to go see it for myself. There are a few obstacles, of course. Money, always. Plus I'd need to get a passport, and I think I have to get my picture taken at the post office and I've become sort of anti-the Post Office lately. Still, these are minor obstacles and I'm sure I can overcome them.
Tonight I told Bryan that I want to see the rural Chinese countryside by the age of 30. He'd better get to "steppe"-ing, if this picture is any indication. ("Oh Snap!," nerdy agricultural-style.)

I've been in love with China ever since I started reading Pearl S. Buck at the age of 14, and I want to go see it for myself. There are a few obstacles, of course. Money, always. Plus I'd need to get a passport, and I think I have to get my picture taken at the post office and I've become sort of anti-the Post Office lately. Still, these are minor obstacles and I'm sure I can overcome them.
Tonight I told Bryan that I want to see the rural Chinese countryside by the age of 30. He'd better get to "steppe"-ing, if this picture is any indication. ("Oh Snap!," nerdy agricultural-style.)
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
I laughed so hard.
If you're familiar with the Black Eyed Peas song "My Hump," this will have you rolling with laughter. Here is Alanis, performing an amazing emo-style spoof.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Time with yarn! And a camera!
Over the past month and a half I've been too busy to do much knitting. To be fair, I've been too busy to do much of anything. Today I went to the library and bought a book on projects that can be made with one skein and in my desperation for something--anything--finished and wearable, I lowered my standards and crocheted my self a hippie hat.
Yeah, I know, crochet is for 90 year olds from Parma, whereas I am an 80 year old from Avon Lake. Hey! Shut up! There's a difference!
Anyway, yeah, I look really tired. It could be bilious green is not my color. Or perhaps yellow overhead bathroom lighting is not so forgiving when you've been waking up at 5:30 every day and working in cubicles. Or maybe I should just give up and realize I need more makeup than just the occasional half-hearted smear of concealer under my eyes. Whatever, my hat is freaking sweat.

I decided to also show off my Lady's "emo scarf," which I knit in lilac and grey to match her emo sweater. Look how gorgeous these colors are.

It's so beautiful it made me hurt on the inside, because why can't people of contrasting colors knit THEMSELVES together in harmony like a chunky ribbed stockinette scarf? The lilac and grey mirror the bruising in my heart. It was so sad I sat in front of my trendy pirate shower curtain and took an emo self picture, just for Vikki. Again, eyeliner would probably help or something. I don't know. Or some sun.

The emo scarf and the hat have kind of worked to hide my need for a haircut, and for that they have served their purpose. Oh, and one last photo for my mom. It's my sweater now, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! I'll relinquish it for a sandwich. Or some pie. Your choice.
Yeah, I know, crochet is for 90 year olds from Parma, whereas I am an 80 year old from Avon Lake. Hey! Shut up! There's a difference!
Anyway, yeah, I look really tired. It could be bilious green is not my color. Or perhaps yellow overhead bathroom lighting is not so forgiving when you've been waking up at 5:30 every day and working in cubicles. Or maybe I should just give up and realize I need more makeup than just the occasional half-hearted smear of concealer under my eyes. Whatever, my hat is freaking sweat.

I decided to also show off my Lady's "emo scarf," which I knit in lilac and grey to match her emo sweater. Look how gorgeous these colors are.

It's so beautiful it made me hurt on the inside, because why can't people of contrasting colors knit THEMSELVES together in harmony like a chunky ribbed stockinette scarf? The lilac and grey mirror the bruising in my heart. It was so sad I sat in front of my trendy pirate shower curtain and took an emo self picture, just for Vikki. Again, eyeliner would probably help or something. I don't know. Or some sun.

The emo scarf and the hat have kind of worked to hide my need for a haircut, and for that they have served their purpose. Oh, and one last photo for my mom. It's my sweater now, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! I'll relinquish it for a sandwich. Or some pie. Your choice.
Friday, February 16, 2007
I made a hat!


Here are picture of the Browns "helmet" I finally managed to finish. It's the first time I've actually managed to knit a hat to gauge, so that it doesn't fit a pumpkin instead of a human head. The pictures don't show it, but I accidentally followed the pattern I was using for size TOO closely and I ended up knitting peace signs into the ear flaps instead of making them plain, which was the plan. Thanks to knitty.com for the great pattern, and please excuse my liberties with the design and colors!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
I got highlights.

One of the attorneys at work decided she wanted to help me try to go back to my natural haircolor, whatever the hell that is. We decided highlighting it back slowly would decrease the odds that I would freak out when I saw it, so here's the front after treatment number one. It's subtle, but I'm glad I'm going slowly. For some reason my hair is growing in super thick and curly which is part of the problem---I guess it's really unusual for hair to come in curly at the age of 24 and I can only assume it has to do with my medications, or my improved health. Maybe I'm absorbing more vitamins or something. Or I don't know, maybe I'm just a freak. We're sort of theorizing that in another year my whole head will be curly and I'll look like a poodle. That'll be hot. I can't wait.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Pat's pants, and an inflatable penis.
Here's a fun picture from a few months ago. These are Pat's fat pants, the ones he wore before losing over 70 pounds. I can fit my entire body in one let. The penis is from my bachelorette party and I keep forgetting to take it off the bookshelf. It was sort of embarassing when Pat's mom and two year old son came to visit.
Skipper's the creepy dude with the facial hair in the background.
Scar at 11 1/2 months, and why are these pictures so blurry?
Here's what a kidney transplant scar looks ilke at almost a year old. You'll see it's still longer than I am wide, although if i keep eating six meals a day I'm sure I'll be much wider before long.
I was trying to be artsy with my mirrors and stuff to show my "before" hair, but this camera only takes blurry pictures unless you have it resting on a flat surface, and even then half of them turn out like shit. So this is the only one that doesn't suck. For some reason you need to have the camera IN the picture for it to focus correctly, like some sort of R. L. Stine Goosebumps haunted camera or something. Heck, not that I'm complaining too much, at least the weird angle hides my giant forehead caused by my Lack of Bangs. I'll post some "after" pictures this weekend after my makeover. I'm not sure what my co-worker is going to do to my head, but she promised me it would be "cute" which I take to mean in direct contrast to how I usually look when I show up for work every day, coffee clutched in my still pillow-creased fist. Attractive!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Local photographer I'm trying to promote without a name or phone number.
So, she goes by a different name than her real name and I can't find the post-it I had laying out with her professional name on it, but a lady I work with has managed to take some pretty deceptive camoflaging good pictures of me. I usually look like I'm dying of some sort of consumptive disease that invokes freckles and chubby steroid cheeks as a means of death, but somehow she managed to hide all that AND my Prednisone chin, which sometimes reminds me of a bullfrog, and as you can imagine, is really veerrrry attractive in person, especially when I'm slouched over with bad posture eating pickles and tea, which is actually most of the time. Anyway, if you like these, you live in the Cleveland area, and if you want her to make you look somewhat less like you're always tired, I can give you her contact information.


Monday, October 16, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Bridesmaid dresses for Laura's wedding.
Laura is getting married in April, and I am a bridesmaid (bridesmatron?). Since I was unable to try on dresses at the big outing a few weeks ago, Nicole was nice enough to take these pictures of me trying on her top three choices. I like the black one because it has a pretty train, although the pictures don't show it. I DIDN'T like being clothespinned into dresses that were a little too big or squeezing into an insanely padded strapless bra, but apparently when you're wearing a gown and you're flat-chested, the scary bridal shop ladies will insist that you need a little help. Speaking of needing a little help, please try to ignore my facial expressions and also my hair, which has decided to just misbehave on principal. I don't know what's wrong with it or why it's rebelling, but if it keeps doing it I'm going to have to severely punish it.




Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Big Dynasty hair + drunkenness = "sexy" self pictures
Last night at the wedding I accidentally had too much to drink. It wasn't my fault...every time I looked down there was another gin and tonic at my elbow. It would have been rude not to drink them, right? Exactly! Anyway, we went back to the apartment and when I took my hair down it was all 80s and fun, and...yeah. So apparently I ended up taking "sexy" self pictures, which I found in my inbox this morning. Mom and I had a good laugh. Don't judge me! At least I haven't put them up on MySpace. Yet. *shifty eyes*

*edit* I deleted the bottom one. It was just way too embarassing!

*edit* I deleted the bottom one. It was just way too embarassing!




























Jerome.
Me and Jerome.
Louise.
The kitties in their old home.
Hiding under the bed in the new apartment.
Louise.
Bryan shouting for joy.
Louise and Jerome discover the hamper.
Bryan and Louise
Me and Bryan in his old apartment.
Wearing "the tank" as a hat.
Bryan being sassy.
Not wanting a picture taken because I was sick and puffy.
Looking at our wedding site in Oberlin.
Me and my dad having attitudes.
Bryan.
Jessie, unborn Justin II, and Madison. I like how their belly buttons match.
Madison on the left, blissfully unaware of the adult conversation between me, mom and Justin to the right.
Skipper going down the slip n slide with a beer bong. Hardcore!
Jenny, attempting a vertical "prayer" slide.
Me, finally making it to the end of the slide.
Me and my lady.
The birthday girl Vikki.


















