tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90757486486116566722024-03-13T10:29:45.781-07:00peace.love.elephanteLes pensées de mon coeur.peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-86459327753055377832011-05-09T20:50:00.001-07:002011-05-09T21:22:28.874-07:0021 going on 30...<a href="http://planetark.org/images/wefull/59452.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 311px;" src="http://planetark.org/images/wefull/59452.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Turning the exciting and fun age of 21, I should've been drinking, going out to bars, living up the part life of college student, being a frivolous art student...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">After one night of going to the bars, and not really going crazy, in my hometown with friends I haven't seen for months, I was back on a plane, and back to the life of overbooked schedules, demands of a risky balancing act, and trying to merely survive, with hopes of one day thriving.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Returning to a new spring school term beginning, I also interviewed for a job I didn't think I was ready for, but it was a great opportunity, as I now am interning with the business, which is a local sustainable fashion design, production, and retail business. It is such a great learning experience, and I am so thankful. This adds to the list of retail work in a corporate setting, design and production work on a local and upcycling level, and also studying full time...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">I am happier to be getting closer to where I want to be, but no one ever said life was easy, and no one tells you that rock bottom isn't just for a day. Sometimes I wonder how much I can take, and where my limit lies...Sadly one thing had to go while I am doing all of this, and that is my personal goal of accomplishing a marathon; I don't have time to properly train to accomplish this goal in the manner that I want, so I am putting that off until I can really designate time for this goal.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">With times getting busy, I really feel the crunch of things. I'd love to just go out for a night, forget things, and just enjoy the time.. I can't do that...not with two jobs, an internship, school, getting into a new apartment, and just life..I don't have time for fun, and I can't afford fun.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">I am definitely not the typical college student. I am studying and working and struggling, the real world isn't waiting for me after graduation...the real world met me when I stepped off of the plane in Portland. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">If only I could sit with my best friend and enjoy a bottle of wine...maybe when I am actually thirty.</span></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-60011784728240612102011-02-27T19:31:00.000-08:002011-02-27T19:39:38.292-08:00Starving Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjwmZRlQixA/TWsY53C_K4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/z7gGOuP6PCs/s1600/DSCN0381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjwmZRlQixA/TWsY53C_K4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/z7gGOuP6PCs/s400/DSCN0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578579945736579970" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">I'm finally seeing the different sides of being creative, a student, and trying to make it in a not so great world.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Working two part time jobs, being a full-time student, and trying to have some extra time just isn't possible. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Being a starving artist goes beyond having an empty fridge and bare cupboards. I starve for a few moments of relaxation. I'd love to be with the person I care the most about, and starving to be together. I strive for success and push myself to the breaking point.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">I can't wait to fulfill ideas and dreams. No longer being hungry, lonely, and stressed...I can only imagine for now.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">I just have to keep a small glimmer of hope and pouring myself into my creative work when I can is a bit freeing, and helps lift the weights of student struggles and savings that don't exist. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-85525772775204097852011-01-31T20:10:00.000-08:002011-01-31T20:21:24.146-08:00January Veganism<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TUeKCdKNdSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YhA1YzMvFhE/s1600/DSCN0613_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TUeKCdKNdSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YhA1YzMvFhE/s400/DSCN0613_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568571239058732322" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I wanted to try to go vegan for a month, and I did very well...The only thing that I slipped up on was a handful of milk chocolate m&m's when I was frustrated and just wanted to be cliche and eat chocolate.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">This wasn't necessarily a difficult task, as I have been vegetarian for years (eight maybe? I don't really keep track anymore, as it is just my life, not something I need to remind myself of). I am also lactose sensitive, so I don't eat a lot of dairy, and the last time I had a glass of milk was probably at the age of 5, when my parents wouldn't let me leave the dinner table without finishing my milk. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I found some good alternatives, and some not so good alternatives. Coconut milk dairy free ice cream...AMMMAZZZING..I love it! Some dairy free ice cream tastes like cardboard (rice dream) or just terrible. Coconut milk ice cream was great, and I don't eat ice cream a lot anyway, but it was a good alternative, and healthy too. Dairy free, alternative cheese....I don't think I will ever go that direction again. It may have been psychological, but I just couldn't eat the fake grilled cheese I tried, or the vegan lasagna that had fake cheese on top. I don't eat cheese often, but when I do I don't want it to taste weird or of chemicals. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Not eating eggs, or having honey, wasn't difficult. I just didn't get french toast for awhile..and I use agave nectar already in my tea and any recipes that call for honey. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">One thing about veganism is label reading and comprehension. Some words don't sound like an animal by-product but they could be, so I had to do some research. For January, I pretty much just ate a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables and whole grain carbs. That isn't something too out of the ordinary for me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">The most difficult part was not going to the grocery store after work or class and just grab a frozen pizza for a late night dinner...I would have a mango and some peas, or a salad, and I didn't feel gross afterwards which was nice.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Now that the vegan month is over, I will eat a veggie pizza (with ranch ...) to celebrate, but not much will change. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">One more thing accomplished on my list...and more money put into my savings jar... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">peace.love.</span></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-53318308849013458632011-01-21T10:01:00.000-08:002011-01-21T10:14:12.970-08:00Done trying...Some accomplishments aren't necessarily successful...<div>Sometimes things are beyond my own control and there isn't a thing I can do...</div><div><br /></div><div>I have attempted to talk to my brother recently, texting, messaging, facebook...I tried. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some people say that you don't have to like your family, but you have to love them. I don't necessarily agree, it doesn't work for me. I won't love someone just because we are connected through blood. It isn't healthy to hold onto something that hurts you time and time again. Growing up with someone always holding me down, keeping me from doing what I always wanted, and feeling like no matter what I did there was someone there to take anything away from me. That was my brother. He tried the whole being protective and looking out for me, but then let me down by just having that public face of a good big brother. Stealing from me and my family, taking as he pleased, and not caring about anything or anyone but himself. There is a point where I have to let go, lookout for myself, and drop the nonsense and negativeness. </div><div>There is one more item off of my list...try to talk with my brother..</div><div><br /></div><div>I am starting to make something good...school is starting to develop into something I will use for a career; working two part-time jobs are giving me some independence and also ideas for my own future. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I tried, but I'm done. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-64935763175541968452011-01-07T17:50:00.000-08:002011-01-07T18:18:31.615-08:00Accomplish<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I'm slowly but surely on a good track to have a career that I actually enjoy. I am not the type of person to just settle for working in a cubicle; I've done it before, and I don't feel human and it just doesn't leave me feeling happy at the end of the day. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I have recently started working for a local shop, in St. John's, called Salty Teacup. The owners are a wonderful couple who just opened their shop in April of 2010. They sell a lot of cute art pieces from local artist, and sell original and upcycled clothing. I have been given some upcycled assignments from Karen, the owner, and I have really enjoyed making things that will actually be sold in a local store. That is something new for me. I think it is a great start, considering it was after my first term as an apparel design student that I started working for her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TSfH1m958PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vNN5LAl50MY/s400/lace%2Bdress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559631988819357938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">**a lace dress that I upcycled for Salty Teacup**</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">One thing on my list of things to accomplish is to sell something I have created to a stranger. I have sold things to family and friends, and I have heard from close ones that they enjoy my work, but I want that from a stranger. They don't know me as a person, they just see something that I have made, and they either love it, like it, or hate it. Knowing that someone just looks at something that I have done and wants to pay me for it, is something that I haven't truly experienced since moving to Portland, until now.. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I dropped off some more work at Salty Teacup, and Karen was thrilled to tell me that she had placed a skirt that I had upcycled on the floor and it sold within that business day. It was a hideous 80s skirt that was then created into a tiered skirt with a few layers and tuille, and then I added some white lace to the all black skirt. It was cute, and I am glad that someone bought it. So I have accomplished that on my list...$10 saved for selling something to a stranger.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I am also going vegan for January. No dairy, no eggs, no honey...and like always no meat, which hasn't been difficult for the last eight years. On February 1st, that item will be accomplished. I think I will eat less dairy and eggs, and I don't eat honey unless it is baked into something, I use Agave nectar at my apartment for in tea or when baking something that calls for honey.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">So this year may have started off lonely, sad, and even physically sick, but I am starting to accomplish things..which in turn fills my mind and helps me get through the sad lonely days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">peace.love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">beth</span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-24331842950785784732010-12-26T09:50:00.000-08:002010-12-26T09:57:59.838-08:00holidays shmolidays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TReCD9KJTGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BqjQqifX2l8/s1600/DSCN0690.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TReCD9KJTGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BqjQqifX2l8/s400/DSCN0690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555051669853129826" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">This holiday season, I wasn't festive, jolly, trilled, hopeful, or even overly happy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Working retail, I was thrown into the cheery mood by force, but as soon as I clocked out, it was just another day. I am now glad that the holiday retail is dwindling, even though hours will be cut and paychecks won't be plentiful.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I did get to spend time with great family members, that help make this drab holiday seem not so gloomy. They tried to make it as happy as possible, but they didn't have much of a chance to succeed, as it was out of their control. I appreciate everything they do for me, so I went along with it and smiled.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I am glad that I no longer have to pretend to be happy and excited for the holiday season. </span></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-29620263863026318152010-12-11T11:12:00.000-08:002011-01-31T20:10:14.364-08:00101 things to do in 1,001 days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TQPUTyksCEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1WfBgxGPcv8/s1600/DSCN0270.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TQPUTyksCEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1WfBgxGPcv8/s400/DSCN0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549512602308839490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br />I have created a list of things I want to accomplish in 1,001 days. I am going to start at the end of my term. Just some fun goals, school goals, adventure goals...little/big things that make everything worth it.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">The start date is December 18, 2010 and the schedule end date is September 15, 2013.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">1. get a tattoo of sewing tape on my arm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">2. run the portland marathon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">3. explore crater lake</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">4. get a dog/puppy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">5. graduate from Ai with an apparel design degree with a sustainability minor.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">6. sell something i've made to a stranger **Accomplished January 5th, 2011**</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">7. visit the redwoods of california</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">8. join a yoga class</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">9. learn about wine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">10. learn about beer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">11. go vegan for a month**Accomplished January 2011**</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">12. start my own garden</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">13. get a CSA membership</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">14. go to seattle</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">15. vacation in national parks</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">16. go on a coffee date with a long lost friend</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">17. go out to eat at a fancy restaurant and don't feel guilty</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">18. visit a local organic farm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">19. visit a winery</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">20. go to Music Fest Northwest</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">21. Only eat local food for a month</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">22. spend a weekend at the beach</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">23. start to learn french again</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">24. plant a garden</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">25. go to a local concert</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">26. go camping</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">27. participate in a local charity event</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">28. compile a book of recipes that i have tried and loved</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">29. rent a house/apartment that i truly enjoy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">30. kiss in the rain</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">31. have a picnic</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">32. viisit a buddhist temple</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">33. take a cooking class</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">34. visit Colorado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">35. make a birthday cake from scratch for someone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">36. go a week without internet</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">37. paint a room</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">38. see a nutritionalist </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">39. go a week without wearing black</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">40. take a vacation out of the country</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">41. cook a meal for someone else including meat</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">42. take a picture each day for a month</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">43. buy an original piece of art.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">44. visit the octopus tree</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">45. get a professional massage</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">46. make french toast on my own.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">47. grow an indoor herb garden</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">48. learn to knit</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">49. go to a theatre show</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">50. become a member to an environmentalist group</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">51. go on a vacation with just my mom</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">52. go on a brewery tour</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">53. visit mount hood</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">54. go to a professional sporting event football/soccer/basketball</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">55. eat at a food cart each day for a week</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">56. go to sasquatch music fest</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">57. take music lessons for a month, either piano or possibly guitar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">58. make a list of 101 things i like about myself</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">59. throw a surprise party</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">60. make a pie from scratch</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">61. invest in a good knife set</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">62. make a gift for my dad and include a letter</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">63. plan a trip to europe: france and the netherlands</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">64. update my blog at least once a month</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">65. bake vegan food with a friend</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">66. go to an orchard and then make something with what i pick</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">67. don't quit my job until i graduate from Ai</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">68. make breakfast in bed for someone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">69. send flowers to Honey Creek for coworkers and my grandma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">70. send out christmas cards that are personalized.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">71. read 4 books in a month</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">72. volunteer at an animal shelter</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">73. spend a day at a bookstore, and then at a coffeehouse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">74. host a christmas party</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">75. buy incense and actually burn it</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">76. update drivers license to OR</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">77. write a letter to someone i love, with 101 reasons why</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">78. make a dress for myself and wear it out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">79. vote in the election and be active</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">80. visit my grandfather's grave with flowers and a letter</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">81. attempt to have a conversation with my brother, maybe over dinner**Accomplished Jan 20th, 2011**</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">82. go to a movie at the living room theatre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">83. make produce bags, and use them at the grocery store/farmers market</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">84. go running through washington park</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">8</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">5. do a 5k with a friend</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">86. visit a personal trainer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">87. create a portfolio of my work</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">88. grow my hair out long</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">89. get my hair professionally colored.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">90. spend an entire day with just my cousin</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">91. create something for my niece</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">92. get my cartilage double pierced</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">93. plan a surprise date, and then follow through with it for an entire day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">94. make a dinner with someone i love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">95. document an entire week in photographs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">96. bake a family recipe from my mom's side</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">97. bake a family recipe from my dad's side</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">98. draw something and like it without self criticism</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">99. save $10 for ever task completed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">100. write about this experience when it is over.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">101. with the money saved, do something positive, fun, and productive.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">I feel good about this, as it has some long term goals and short term things. Nothing is too extreme or outlandish, and everything is possible.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">This will help me turn my life and mindset into something more positive.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-68905329569275238322010-12-02T23:11:00.000-08:002010-12-02T23:19:10.402-08:00lost dreams?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I don't sleep anymore really, and when I do I wake up terrified, lost, screaming, or crying.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I don't rest, and it's just another thing that is wearing me down.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I had dreams and hopes, and those seem to be getting a bit lost too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I'm not sure why this is dwindling, but it scares me more than the dreams that I fear.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This week has been more difficult than anything that I've dealt with in the last year.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The chances that are against me are getting stronger, I fear, but I plan to hold on.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TPiZmONzFwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nXYoB7jvBY0/s400/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546351823036815106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm also hoping that others won't bail on me now, when I am weak, like so many have before.</span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-72832941506508362162010-11-29T22:24:00.000-08:002010-11-29T22:39:01.821-08:00tired and traveling through the final weeks<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Despite having a sad soul as I wander through the busy streets, I am busy.<div>Finals are approaching, and I am not as prepared as I would like to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are sewing projects, charcoal drawings, design projects, a website construction, and a solution paper to complete.</div><div>I don't have the energy for this.</div><div>Without someone to help me relax, and restless nights filled with terrifying dreams, and only so much coffee to be consumed, these finals will be difficult.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a bit intimidating. I want to do well in these classes, as it is my first term in Apparel Design classes. This means a lot to me. I am finally chasing a dream and following a path to what makes me happy. Falling behind and not putting my best work forward isn't something I can accept.</div><div><br /></div><div>One positive aspect of the hours that will be spent studying and designing to finish these courses....I won't have time sit and think, and be sad about how alone and empty I feel. </div><div>Between work and the final weeks of courses, the holiday season should fly by...and not spending the holidays with family and friends won't hit me until they are in my face or over. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If only I could completely rid my mind of the sadness this holiday season will bring.....</div><div>but I am thankful for a busy school schedule and a work schedule that will help me get through it.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TPSbU0J5USI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qoSWyCg3pp0/s400/DSCN0619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545227823099760930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">The road may seem all uphill, treacherous, and never-ending, but at least the scenery and the hopes of a happy ending are good company.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-84401792590361083962010-11-28T17:37:00.000-08:002010-11-28T17:44:36.535-08:00i miss him.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TPMFaTrAmgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MgkXeYYYGvY/s1600/DSCN0622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TPMFaTrAmgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MgkXeYYYGvY/s400/DSCN0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544781515738618370" /></a><br />This last week was the happiest week I have had since moving here.<div>Time with someone that means so much to me spoiled me more than anything.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now it's over. </div><div>I can't see myself being happy for awhile now. </div><div>I look forward to the days of not wandering around alone.</div><div>Right now, that's all that I can think about, the future days where I don't have to wonder;</div><div>I want the days where I can hold hands and be simply happy.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-92194495898348951352010-11-07T14:59:00.000-08:002010-11-07T15:39:20.170-08:00Northwest Apartment<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TNczRQ1kwnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P6vPrYxjot8/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TNczRQ1kwnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P6vPrYxjot8/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536950638545781362" /></a><br />wandering the Northwest portland neighborhoods.<div>Washington Park, Alphabet District, etc.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TNcz32_sXZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Idgowp4zO_U/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536951301623799186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"> </span></div><div>nothing but the sound of footsteps on leaves and soft sentimental songs...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:15.8333px;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TNc3UifQPCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6G_QRr9LbPw/s400/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536955092870118434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>only wishing someone was here to enjoy the brisk fall days...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TNc4HX4h6fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/P-D3qUDWRS4/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536955966196673010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>oh the lonely fall days and night of living in a northwest apartment...</div><div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSVVSFocxBc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSVVSFocxBc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-85268360065090036572010-10-01T22:51:00.001-07:002010-11-07T11:46:46.107-08:00Something that I can learn from..in so many ways<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I admit that I am interested in all different foods; however, I tend to stick to basics and simple meals to get me through the day.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">That's about to change.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Today, I had the thought of going through this used cookbook that I just purchased and do some experimenting. It is the Moosewood Cookbook, but the 1977 edition. It has several great dishes that I want to try, from salads, to entrees, to soups, to breads, and desserts. I want to explore this cookbook and develop some cooking skills. The downer is I am a starving art student just working a few hours a week and living in an apartment that is overpriced. I would love to try to cook a new recipe everyday, but I don't think I could afford to eat such great and intriguing things, and my skinny jeans might not appreciate the heartier foods. I would like to make at least a few new things each month.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">October is World Vegetarian month, and making a new vegetarian meal that is healthy, fairly easy/cheap, and delicious will help me verify my standings that being a vegetarian is healthy, easy, tasty, and makes the world a better place :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Tonight, I kind of kick started this adventure. The recipe I made was my aunt's pumpkin muffins and not from Moosewood. They are delicious, fairly healthy, and quite simple. The way that my apartment smells, I want to bake these regularly this fall and winter.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TNcBpLS8WrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7xHrR0gAuPc/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536896073793821362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-47096105188149537102010-09-25T20:36:00.000-07:002010-09-25T20:44:22.908-07:00Sad when i should be Happy<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Great things have been happening for me personally.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">New apartment, new school, new town.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Exploring new places, eating great fresh foods, getting into shape.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Then at night when I reflect on my days, and I am not as happy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Part of me isn't completely happy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I miss great friends and wonderful people.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I truly feel that I have met great people in my life, and I left a part me with them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Sometimes I just wonder if they feel the same way about them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I don't want to disappoint. I don't want to forget.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I also don't want to be forgotten.........</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TJ7BbxJIJNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0q3M3cvsPrI/s400/DSCN0300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521062875995055314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-90933584004744322462010-09-22T22:13:00.000-07:002010-09-22T22:29:51.358-07:00Empty.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TJrlsevZtxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rMAMmrAt9ME/s1600/DSCN0410.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TJrlsevZtxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rMAMmrAt9ME/s400/DSCN0410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519976845624850194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I know I have potential and I know what people say.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Hearing and feeling are two different things.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I'm filled with emptiness and a sense of failure.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">When I run I usually get a sense of self and organization, and today I felt empty, cold, and a sense of failure.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I'm done with that.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Terrible run today, you're my rock bottom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Gone are the days of "that's in the future" and the days of "tomorrow".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I don't want to feel empty anymore. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-28038444916647318332010-09-01T21:11:00.000-07:002010-09-01T21:26:16.411-07:00Distance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TH8mVVzRrcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SE9q7udmF_I/s1600/DSCN0176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TH8mVVzRrcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SE9q7udmF_I/s400/DSCN0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512166616996097474" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I hate the distance that is between people.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Technology can only be relied on for so much..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Things become impersonal....and cold.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I don't want to grow apart. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">These people mean more than anything to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I am not ready to let go.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I miss you all. Don't forget me just yet.</span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-621344892949041972010-08-15T13:50:00.000-07:002010-08-15T14:02:59.041-07:00Tell Me What's On Your Mind...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thestylehouse.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/weather-picture-photo-mist-rain-reddeath.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 768px; height: 1024px;" src="http://www.thestylehouse.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/weather-picture-photo-mist-rain-reddeath.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Days of the past are filled with words of the future and happiness.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">We promised to be kind. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">There was worry that things would change, and everyone would feel pain.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">We said that wouldn't happen, that we would fight for truth and happiness and each other.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Today, we realize that we were foolish.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I understand the fantasy of our wishes and plans.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">The future looks lonely and foreign.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Tomorrow, I want to hear you say things won't be the same, that things are getting better.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">.....</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.costaricapages.com/panama/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/rain-puddle.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-46409189461775935252010-07-28T20:20:00.001-07:002010-07-28T20:23:06.151-07:00Simple<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Life seemed so much easier as a child.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">You dream big and live simple.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Then you grow up.</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TFDz2QMXKUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HrGGoXCIUQU/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499163258404677954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-63097731511052756872010-07-12T21:08:00.000-07:002010-07-12T21:20:55.179-07:00no one knows<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">people make plans.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">we think about the future.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">nothing ever goes according to the plans.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">things happen. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">people change.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">you never know where life takes you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">no matter how hard you try to control things, some things just can't be controlled.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">you search for things with all your might, and can't find.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">yet you find things in the strangest places.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">no one knows what the future holds. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">no one knows where their life goes.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TDvpU3xk2GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u9u7ugGQdUA/s400/DSCN0193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493240715286992994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-69588029745323516012010-06-26T22:17:00.000-07:002010-06-27T18:06:45.848-07:00Words of yesterday and faint whispers.<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2750899988_42b21288ee.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2750899988_42b21288ee.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">One moment everything seems so optimistic and perfect.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Then a day later it all seems to be dreams or distant moments of the past.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">I can't read your mind. You can't read mine either.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Don't tell me we'll figure things out later.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Why do all aspects of my life seem to run in circles?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Can't I just travel a straighter path? I am not asking for an easier life; I just don't want to relive, rehash, and repeat.</span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-10134862677190371372010-06-07T15:16:00.000-07:002010-06-07T15:27:18.037-07:00It's all downhill from here...until the next hill.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TA1yCnb1IZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yPn1CHa_gB0/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TA1yCnb1IZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yPn1CHa_gB0/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480161710850777490" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Life is just like a mountain bike race.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">In the beginning it all seems to be fun and easy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Then the drama begins.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You hit a few rough spots.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">After awhile, things seem to be okay.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You settle into a groove and it feels liberating and fun.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Them come the hills. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You throw yourself into gear and push yourself to continue, convincing yourself there will be a relaxing downhill ride.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Sometimes it just gets too tough, but you don't give up. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You step back and deal with the situation in the next best way. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Pushing your bike up the hill, gritting your teeth, taking in the pain, you push on.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You reach the top, and sometimes it leads you to another difficult climb, sometimes it just plateaus there, and sometimes you get the downhill coast where it seems easy and simple.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You go through parts that just seem like a blur and other parts that seem to freeze time. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">There are the technically challenging sections. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You approach this cautiously, but sometimes no matter what you do something unfortunate happens, your chain falls off, your tire goes flat, or that rock you didn't see puts you over the handle bars and on your back.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You continue on, you can't quit now.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You bite down and continue on.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">There are more rough patches, but then there are times of easy pedaling and downhill coasts.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">There are times where nothing seems to be right and everything is stacked against you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">There are also times of fun and everything seems to be going perfectly.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You finish.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">There is a moment to look back. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You smile at the good times, feel accomplished for making it through the tough times, and feel saddened that it is all over.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">.......</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">I must be in the moguls. There are a lot of ups and downs. It sure is bumpy, and there is a big climb ahead.</span></span></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-61740279333616890922010-06-07T15:07:00.000-07:002010-06-07T15:15:34.679-07:00Ponder. Question. Second Guess.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TA1vQrRbYlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/inp7VsaEk4I/s1600/red+and+yellow+in+st.petersburg.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/TA1vQrRbYlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/inp7VsaEk4I/s320/red+and+yellow+in+st.petersburg.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480158653864174162" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Am I the only one?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I'm not alone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It's only human to question decisions that have been made.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I find myself second guessing myself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">There are moments where I ponder whether I've said, or not said, the right thing, or done the right thing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Life changing decisions seem to occur more often than one realizes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Did I make the right choice? Will the decisions that I've made make me a better happier person?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I seem to question myself more and more these days.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The only answer that I get is that I'm not currently happy with myself.</span></span></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-16265711447252552982010-05-25T13:55:00.000-07:002010-05-26T12:24:25.380-07:00Promises<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I live in a time where promises aren't kept. <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">People throw promises around and forget how their importance.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">There are times where promises can't be kept. I understand.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I just don't hold onto promises. They are just empty words that keep piling up in my mind and heart.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I don't have time to wait for something that seems to be not there.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I've been told that I'm special, and that I'm unique.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I've been told that I deserve greatness and smiles that last.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I've been told that I will have a better future and it won't be as dark as my past.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I've been told that you cared about me, but lately you don't speak.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Please don't let this be another moment where I trusted in words that were empty and cold.</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/502785809_9495521ef4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/502785809_9495521ef4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-78004136589937897092010-02-14T19:49:00.000-08:002010-02-14T19:54:29.953-08:00No need for one day of love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2007/12/18/sugarcookie_WhiteChocolateValentines_lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 616px; height: 462px;" src="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2007/12/18/sugarcookie_WhiteChocolateValentines_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I can only hope that everyday I tell the people that I love how much they mean to me.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I don't know when I won't be able to say that to them again, whether these happy relationships last a month or a lifetime. I am living in the moment. I can only hope to say how I feel more often. I don't want to hold back and regret anymore. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I've realized this lately, and I don't want to go back.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">The days of hiding my thoughts, desires, and hopes ended last July. The days of someone telling me I'm not good enough, I'm not true, and I'm not important are over.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I don't want anyone to ever feel so insecure. So to all of my loves, you matter.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I love you</span>.</div><div>Not just today, but I love you everyday.</div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-77781072270331597642010-02-01T18:44:00.000-08:002010-02-01T18:59:34.968-08:00Textbooks.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://orangesquared.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/textbooks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 372px;" src="http://orangesquared.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/textbooks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Every night, the thought of curling up with a great book that explores the world, takes me to a brighter time, or shows me dark images that I can learn from, makes me smile. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Then I see the stack of textbooks that need to be read, and the hundreds of chapters to be studied. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sometimes I feel like I learn more from real life texts, than the formal words printed in a massive book that is best used as a place to put my snack fruits or tea.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Alas, I read textbooks and only dream of one day finishing my long list of books to read...</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075748648611656672.post-75698823542618003102010-01-22T20:43:00.000-08:002010-01-22T20:45:07.759-08:00Unfinished Business<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/S1p-jEdynGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Paogxb_tf3A/s1600-h/17050_1180479284509_1603980119_30446154_6798733_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--vgdHNUCBE/S1p-jEdynGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Paogxb_tf3A/s320/17050_1180479284509_1603980119_30446154_6798733_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429791441707768930" /></a>peace.love.elephantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10482024498405902896noreply@blogger.com0