Sunday, December 28, 2008

82. SCORE.

I was feeling particularly cooped up and miserable last night, which led to my rummaging through the clearance room of DSW in search of something to make me smile. I happened upon these, and smile I did. I've been wanting a pair of vintage inspired t-straps for months, and these fit the image in my head perfectly. Now if only the weather will improve enough for me to wear them out of the house.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

81. Poocher

You ever get the impression your dog understands way more than he's letting on?
He knows all my secrets, yet he still seems to prefer my company over anybody else's.

Merry Christmas, PS.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

80. It's Snowing in Seattle

Tonight in Seattle, we're somewhere near the center of a 100 mile wide blizzard...

The following are some shots I snagged of the intersection of Denny and Melrose, as we were walking back to our car from Meghann and Steve's cocktail party. The entire hill had been taken over by sledders after being closed to traffic.

79. Mongoloid Whale Soap

The last sliver of our soap developed a face today...

He's happy.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

78. New Project

I've been wanting to start a second blog with a more specific direction for a while now. Being that I am a terribly scattered person, this blog runs every which way at once, and as a result, is really only suitable for an audience of people who actually know me. The new one is just going to be a dream journal. You can find it here: Lucid Somniloquy

Sunday, December 14, 2008

77. To be clear

The following image will illustrate the clearances required by government lavatory sinks in order to be considered handicap accessible.

Now you know. Please use this information responsibly.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

76. Pent up twenty-something seeks creative release

I'm having one of those days in which I am utterly bored, but apparently unable to find anything that could entertain me. I feel as though I'm spilling over with completely undirected creative energy, and I've no where to put it. Usually when this happens, I take silly self portraits with my digital camera to entertain myself. But my battery is dead and I can't seem to find the charger.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

75. Misterlou

I finally managed to get a photo of my friend Louie today.
Pretty handsome, don't you think?

We had a really great ride tonight. So great, I fell off twice.

As I mentioned before, Louie used to be a racehorse. But you wouldn't be able to tell if you watched him in a lesson. I usually have to beg him to move at all. Today, maybe because it was so cold, he suddenly woke up half way through our ride and really started flying. We were communicating a lot better than usual, and we were taking some really decent little jumps. *Tiny* jumps, but every jump is exciting to me...

The first time I bit it was due to a small misunderstanding. We had just covered three closely spaced poles in a row, and Louie got really excited. As we rounded the bend, he thought we were going to take the remaining two, and I didn't realize it until we were almost on top of them. I lost my balance and nearly landed in a fence post. At the last moment, Louie swerved, and I managed to avoid impaling myself.
Instead I landed directly on my head.

It effing hurt. It wasn't Louie's fault, it just happened too quickly, and I didn't react in time.

I got right back on, determined to do it again. I asked for a canter, and he immediately took off.
This was a bad choice.
He was still really excited from the first run-through, and immediately picked up a lot of speed. He went flying over the three poles again, like he really meant it, and by the third pole, was going so fast he actually started to get away from me. I lost my balance, over-compensated, and flew over his head in a somersault across the ground.

This time it didn't hurt at all, and as I was lying on the ground staring at the ceiling, I realized that I actually felt better than I did before I fell. Like I'd rolled my brains back into their proper placement or something. So I climbed back on and walked the rest of the lesson to calm him down.

How is it that I have 3 straight weeks in a row in which I don't fall off, but don't seem to accomplish anything either, and then have what is probably a really terrible lesson, but feel amazing afterward?

I feel like I got somewhere today, even if I did eat dirt twice in a row. I've been stuck for weeks now, not making any progree at all, and today felt productive. It was awesome.

And Louie was definitely pleased with himself.

Besides, how could you be mad at his puppy face?

You just can't.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

74. It's raining.

Which I love, especially since it's giving me the perfect excuse to hole up in my bedroom and start watching Sex and the City from the very beginning. I promised myself that I wouldn't see the movie until I'd seen the entire series from start to finish. I imagine that it's entirely unnecessary, but that's the plan. I'm three episodes in and I'm completely hooked all over again.

It's gonna be a good day. :)

Friday, December 5, 2008

73. Domestic Goddess

This week I've been searching for new ways to play and/or fill my time creatively. I finally gathered the nerve to try baking bread, and discovered it isn't nearly so intimidating as I'd previously believed. I think kneading the dough is the part I love best. I like the way the dough feels on my hands, and the way the yeast smells.

Monday I baked my first loaf of actual bread, after discovering a very simple recipe for focaccia in our Big Book of Breakfast cookbook. I want to make it again the next time anyone drops in for dinner. The end result was really sort of elegant.

I'm hoping to try something new this weekend, so if anyone has a favorite they'd like to pass along, feel free to add it to my comments section.