{justlovely.}

2012-02-05T17:50:00.000-08:00

Today I was going through looking at some old pictures and videos. I don't know how but I completely forgot about this one! Its a favorite of mine... This will make you chuckle. I promise.

higher and higher and higher*

2012-02-04T19:54:00.000-08:00

I just got home from a date and it was, ehh. Too white bread.

Don't get me wrong, we had some good laughs but it was clear that he and I were on 2 very different paths. I felt really old. Compared to the guys I usually end up going out with, he was just a baby. haha.

Looks like I will no longer be following the drunken advice of my older male friend- "MyKelle, you know why you are single?!? Because all us old men are screwed up. Be the COUGAR!" (or something like that)

- I'm just not the "pounce like a cheetah" type. I guess you could say I am more of the "pinned"(like in Bye Bye Birde, not Fast Times at Ridgemont High)kind of girl. in case you were wondering.

So shortly after the date, my friend text me the "how was the date?" text and reminded me that Passion Pit was tonight! Considering it ended with zero hug (I don't hug freely**) and only lasted an hour- I ran home to purchase my tickets. I remember on a very busy day at work, I got an email informing me of this show. Of course I told myself I'd remember to get my tickets- I didn't. Lucky for me, I have a girlfriend with a husband who works for a concert venue and has great taste in music.

* That one line has been floating around in my head since I read the words "Passion Pit is tonight"
** That is another blog post for another evening.

2012-01-30T22:38:00.001-08:00

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the
newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your
wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,
like millions of others you enter the arena once more.
you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful
and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different.

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes.

it’s been a tough fight worth fighting
as we all drive along
betting on another
-bukowski

2012-01-30T22:27:00.000-08:00

during the last gallery tour at the CPAC one of the artists mentioned that her photography is actually her journal. i think that is what i've been doing all along. i have been keeping a journal. capturing moments that i want to hold onto for forever. you know, the little moments when there are no words to fully express it.

i have a terrible memory. i want to remember everything. i want to record every moment that had me in tears from laughter or tears of sorrow and pain. the same goes for the ones i love. i want to capture pictures of them in their truest moments. i want to capture the little things that make them the people i love so dearly.

i may not be able to recall the day of the week or if i ate yesterday but, you bet i remember the story behind every single photograph i have taken.

the loud and clear

2012-01-27T18:52:00.000-08:00

Today was my first post as a contributor on theloudandclear.com! These girls are wonderful and I love the different life perspectives, art, DIY... and well, you name it these girls are writing about it! Its exciting to be apart of it. Honestly, I am extremely flattered and might wonder if they have me confused with someone else, hehe. I hope to be able to bring a fun and interesting perspective to my posts over there (I kind of feel the pressure to pay closer attention to errors in my posts on here now).

Anyway, what are you waiting for? Head over and check out my first post and of course everything else the loud and clear ladies have to share!

its good for the soul

2012-01-26T21:13:00.000-08:00

2012-01-18T11:02:00.000-08:00

a girl walks into a bar- she has pink eye (in not just one eye but both), a stomach bug and sinus infection...

I wish that was the start of a really funny joke. i am the punchline. who and how do you end up with all of the above? at the same time? seriously?!

I think it was more entertaining when my lung got punctured and the doctor asked if I was on crack or secretly an adolescent male followed by the question of me feeling impending doom. (incase you weren't sure, the answer was no to all 3 questions.)

back to the point- this freaking sucks. i just want to get back to work, life, having energy. i don't like having so much time to myself. getting wrapped up inside my head is a dangerous thing. if i don't get back to feeling well soon, i'm going to start thinking I am an actual character on Mad Men... that could just be the fever though...

listen.

2012-01-15T23:06:00.000-08:00

he was cute. he was charming. he was funny. he seemed to know all the right things to say. we exchanged numbers. i smiled as he left.

the moment i got home i was at the roommates door asking them for some advice. do i text him? do i wait it out? do i just forget about it? the couple glasses of wine i had had previous left me feeling a bit fluttery & tired. i went to bed. no text was sent.

next morning, i was reminded of the boy. of the charm. of his flirting. and was greeted with the question, "did you message him?" i hadn't. now, i lost the desire to talk to him. something felt off and left me feeling less than excited about this potential. at that point i had forgotten.

around noon, a message was received, "hey it was great meeting you. i saw fireworks." maybe he saw fireworks, but i saw more of a flickering of lights. the kind caused by bad wiring.

later that day, another message received with the mention of flying sparks.

interest lost and a feeling strangely familiar to me- the feeling of silently screaming on the inside. the need to escape after less than a handful of exchanged messages.

it just felt off. everything in me said not move forward. but to pass and move on from this. i listened.

Wedding dress, anyone?

2012-01-11T21:09:00.000-08:00

Hey ladies, one of my good friends is selling her wedding dress for $350! If you are interested or anyone you know might be let me know or just respond to her post on Craigslist.

This classic and elegant white duchess satin gown features an empire waist embellished with silver embroidery and crystal beading, a flattering a-line silhouette, and covered button detail at the back zipper. The dress was altered down to about a size 8 (34B bust) and is long enough for someone 5'9" wearing heals (so plenty of room to hem if you're shorter than that!). It was cleaned immediately after wearing, and has been preserved in 100% cotton sheets and an acid-free box in a smoke-free home.The original price for this gown was $1040, I'm asking $350 (or best offer).

See her post here

Oh, yay!

2012-01-10T20:27:00.000-08:00

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I found this awesome tutorial on pinterest and I think it is going to be quite exciting. I know, I know recycling yarn sounds boring but I can't tell you how many times I have seen a sweater or held onto a sweater purely because of the color.

... now to find the time.

2012-01-05T22:47:00.000-08:00

I don't think I ever blogged about this! The picture above is going to be displayed an upcoming exhibition here in Denver. It'll be the first time my work will be shown. I am pretty excited and was super surprised when I found out that it got in. So many of the other pictures in the show are amazing. Its a great compliment to be displayed along with them!

If you are in Denver, come and check out the show!

CPAC, January 10 – February 11, 2012 | Reception Friday, January 13, 5-8 pm

Belmar Block 7 • 445 South Saulsbury Street, Lakewood, CO 80226

2012-01-05T22:01:00.000-08:00

over the holidays i did some petsitting. and now i want one of my own. seriously. I loved getting up to walk the dog in the morning. i liked the greeting and kind nod i'd get from fellow dog walkers. i liked the kitten falling asleep on my chest. it was cute how she followed me everywhere. the last few weeks may have turned me into a lover of animals. more than i thought was possible.

ps. this kitten, treated me like her own personal jungle gym. while i was standing cooking dinner she somehow climbed up my leg sat on my should, trying to get on my head and crawled right down my back. i might have freaked out just a little bit. a slight scream, may have snuck out too...

recipe for a fun new years...

2012-01-02T19:28:00.000-08:00

happy 2012!

yet, again, ended up sitting on eric's kitchen floor drinking from a mason jar. its tradition.

ingrid michaelson has a husband?

2011-12-28T23:46:00.000-08:00

meet him and his lovely voice- Greg Laswell

once upon a time...

2011-12-28T23:28:00.000-08:00

last night I was incredibly bored! in fact lately i have been incredibly bored... like all the time. my going out has drastically decreased. i'm going to blame the cold. anyway, with that being said, ive gotten a little stir crazy! i've been obsessing over making something. going out and taking pictures. getting crafty with the girls but i get home from work and feel drained of all motivation to the things i dreamt of doing all day. my desire to be crafty naturally escaped in the oddest way possible. i made cookies. while making cookies, i realized i haven't made a snow man yet. as this thought struck me i was making a ball with some cookie dough (gluten free of course).

and you can see how things ended up.

2011-12-26T21:54:00.000-08:00

what a year 2011 has been... it feels like it was filled with change, change and more change. which of course translates into a year growth.

for once my life wasn't filled with hospital visits, surgeries and newly diagnosed diseases. for once, it was filled with the steps necessary to find stability. to find myself- even though that is a never ending process.

i remember that i wanted this year to be a year of really figuring out who i am and what i want in life. i had this crazy idea that i wasn't going to date. i would stay single. i would focus purely on school. i'd be a nanny all the way through school.

funny, considering...

i am still trying to figure out who i am. i am more confident in the things that i want in life and what i stand for. in someways, im a walking contradiction.

i dated. i fell. it hurt. i healed.

took fall semester off from school. transferring into a art school.

no longer a nanny.

i changed my hair 11 times
got 6 flat tires.
learned to change a flat tire.
passed all of my classes.
moved downtown.
found the perfect red lipstick.
reunited with much missed friends.
lived with clowns.
seriously, clowns. and i adore them.

in short, it was good.
thanks 2011.

maybe this year i won't have any resolutions. just really fun goals. i think we focus less on fun in our day to day and more on whats wrong. not this year. everyday, no matter how tired i am, i will do something fun!

"I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me. " — Anaïs Nin

nerd glasses.

2011-12-22T20:25:00.000-08:00

i'm getting some glasses for reading soon. ordered and should be here in 2 weeks. the guy kept trying to get me to try on the small girl frames. those just made my face look huge. he voted for the vogue frames. i voted for the ray bans.

i won. my pocket book lost.

at least i'll be in style as i look into my computer screen. and read books in coffee shops.

ps. i bought my first book for my kindle app. i am still judging me.

2011-12-21T20:44:00.000-08:00

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills...
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home...

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me......

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust.....

- To Build a Home, The Cinematic Orchestra

just blah.

2011-12-20T19:53:00.000-08:00

ever have one of those days or weeks or months where you just don't feel pretty. you don't even see pretty, except for the pretty in everyone around you. but then you just compare yourself to all the pretties that you see around you. and compare all the skinny girls against your not so skinny figure. its kind of a silent torture. its the kind of torture no one else will ever understand.

but you grin through the silent screams in your head. you force yourself up. out of bed. you put on that lipstick. you fake it but never seem to make it.

then one day, you don't even understand how you could have felt that way. the lipstick goes on. face the world confidently. and you realize that you appreciate that moment of not pretty, so you could enjoy that very moment.

yeah, i'm ready for that to come back around. soon.

now you're just somebody that I used to know...

2011-12-19T20:16:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure which version is better... this song is amazing. amazing.

2011-12-12T22:03:00.000-08:00

recently someone told me that i didn't truly have a love for beauty.

we were discussing dating. he said that he was not going to wake up next to someone who wasn't attractive. looks are everything. i didn't agree.

looks are half the equation. a kind heart is what makes a beauty true. he disagreed.

and then said he felt sorry for my inability to appreciate true beauty. and i feel sorry that he doesn't seem to understand it.

a little blog post of somedays and random thought.

2011-12-12T21:55:00.000-08:00

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right!!

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i might have the perfect place to do this... but more my style. and that will be fantastic.

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I kind of wish I had this movie poster for my room. it could be so cute. right next to the faux family portrait wall. tee hee.

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need to make this. like soon!

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oh how badly i want that wall.

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so true.

dating, its a funny thing...

2011-12-11T19:55:00.001-08:00

online dating is just plain hilarious!

You know how on TV there is always the prefect wingman to a group of guys. he has no clue how to pick up girls and gives an easy in for his friends. Well, when you remove the wingman aspect and these guys are flying solo, you have online dating... seriously. I thought you all might enjoy a few of the one liners...

do you think any of these actually work?

"Can I show your picture to my friends to prove them that Angels do really exist :)"

"I'm guessing a conversation with you...will know no bounds...I have no doubt anyone who's anyone...lets you know how beautiful your eyes are...but your smile is from an angel..."

"whats your favorite sound?"

"There IS such a thing as love at first sight! Ha!"

"Hey sweetness! Ever considered some brown sugar? "

... these could go on all night.

2011-12-11T14:18:00.001-08:00

this weekend I have had the pleasure of watching baby kaiden! oh how much he has grown... and how much he seems to love pudding!

This is what happened this morning, at 9am, when i spoke the all horrifying words "no, pudding..." it was a quite dramatic morning...

just today...

2011-12-07T20:30:00.001-08:00

i think i had about 20 people ask how my name was pronounced... i'd repeat it [insert awkward pause here]

i am dealing with some serious ADD. like bad.
line 3 of this blog post and the song i am listening to has been changed 4 time.

somehow i need to learn how to relax after i get home from work. running is like crack. sitting makes me depressed. walking hurts. drinking wine makes me fat.

my room is on its way to being cutely decorated.

just changed the song again.

i love my neighborhood. i hope it feels new and exciting forever.

James Blake wasn't cutting it. maybe some Simon and Garfunkel will do the trick.

there is the cutest, cutest bearded man in my building. he always seems to see me when i am in my brightly colored tights. i smile and look away. he looks at me like i am a crazy pants. boss man said i should say hi... we'll see.

maybe a little Laura Marling will do the trick.

... ......

nope.

ok changed my mind. its holding my attention.

are you still reading this?

someone asked me what my favorite sound was. to that i wanted to reply, "the sound of silence" he didn't look deserving of the awesome reference. he was creepy.

Jessica Andrews won the battle.

i want some green tea.

ps. coconut water is gross.

2011-12-05T18:14:00.001-08:00

2011-12-04T09:47:00.001-08:00

Foto Friday 3: Favorite Places (remember those)

between the move, thanksgiving, and the move... things have been busy! i ate wheat on turkey day- still recovering. so worth it though. with that being said, i haven't been able to take many pictures lately.

never fear! i am back to being, tourist like, with my camera in all the awkward places. i of course only have one picture to post for this not so friday, foto friday. the theme is "favorite places". on my list of favorite places, gluten free restaurants is high on my list (especially when is is super cute). last night we were at Watercourse Foods. SO GOOD. not only are they a wonderful vegan/vegetarian restaurant but they have the best gluten free options. it makes my tummy super happy.

plus, the best looking men in denver go here... and i bet they cry more than you. hehe.

truth.

2011-12-02T12:56:00.001-08:00

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ps. i really was afraid of everything.

2011-11-25T15:21:00.001-08:00

risk.

"i believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love & suffering. &, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. but, it is a duty to take that risk & love without reserve or defense."

— allen ginsberg

this is one of my all time favorite quotes. it is honest. even though it is honest, it is hard to truly grasp... "to take risk & love without reserve or defense"- what a scary thought. how difficult.

interestingly enough, as i have been unpacking my boxes and going through things i have stumbled upon many memories- good and bad. times when i was horribly ill hospital bracelets from a time i might have died. friendships that seemed like they would last forever. thousands of pictures. old boyfriends. love notes. notes to myself. a book of goals and dreams. drawings. terrible paintings. when i looked through this i realized that there have been moments in life when fear and insecurity didn't play a huge roll. it wasn't even a thought. i could see the times when fear controlled me and my life. insecurity overwhelmed who i really was.

as i get older my insecurities age and change with me.

late teens- i was shy and scared that i would sound stupid. i was too fat.
early 20's- i was too fat. terrified of eating. spending hours in the gym. never appreciating my appearance. never enough.
mid 20's- i couldn't get healthy. probably because of my early 20's (still feeling too fat)
late 20's- i fear my future. yet, excited for it. (but still scared that i will end up alone. with a cat. eating bon bons.)

(yet moments over the years, i was completely fine.)

though i know, i will never be alone, it is this strange fear. the fear of being unlovable. not by my friends or family. (i have a lot of love in my life to give and get) its the fear of not building a life and family with someone. i know whatever is meant to happen will happen. yet, no matter what, the worry lingers. but when i have a date, i dread it. it takes a lot to get me to the point of actually wanting to be with someone. but when i get there, it is hard to go back. well, kind of. i just don't want to waste my life worrying about something that is out of my control.

anyway, back to the previous story- while unpacking i came across a Christmas card. it was from when I lived in utah. the card talked about how much he missed me. couldn't wait to see me. how much he loved me. it literally ended with

"i love you."

and was signed by this guy.

sad part is, for 2 days, 2DAYS, I have been trying to figure out who this fella was.

today it hit me. it was from the guy i thought was the love of my life. i remember thinking i was never going to recover. he used the "i prayed about it and i love you but..." line to end things. there are only a couple of guys i have ever cried over. he was one of them. i spent so much time mourning the loss of this relationship and yet close to a decade later, i read a card from him and i have no clue who it is from.

this was the point i started to guard myself. i began to love with reserve and defense. all because of a guy i can barely remember 10 years later.

wow. i gave that heartbreak far more power and energy than it ever deserved. i'd love to say that i will change overnight. but i won't. the one thing i can say is that i want to change. i want to love, love. i want to learn to accept love. from someone more than a friend.

maybe there is a little bit of a romantic in me still.

2011-11-22T19:58:00.000-08:00

tonight as i pack and get ready for the big move tomorrow, i can't help but think of how i got here. or should i say, to my new place. what a crazy chain of events. seriously, insane. like, i used to think i was a relatively drama free girl. in reality, i am so dramatic. which therefore leads to dramatic events. the one thing i can say, is i am ok with being a drama queen. i think getting overly expressive about life and its events keeps it interesting, fun and not boring (yes, i know fun and not boring are basically the same thing. that is just how strongly i feel.). i love the friends who have been apart of the journey and i love the ones i've picked up a long the way. i am excited to see what the future brings. i can't wait to experience its high and yes, even its lows.

all i can say, is if i had let life bring me down, i don't think i would have made it here. amen for that.

most of all, amen for girlfriends and photobooths.

ps. i have big news, and i can't to share it! but lets make sure its legit first. thanks...

2011-11-20T17:39:00.001-08:00

“

It is one thing to photograph people. It is another to make others care about them by revealing the core of their humanness.”
—Paul Strand

on my mind.

2011-11-17T21:51:00.001-08:00

getting back into my yoga practice feels amazing. i love how my muscles feel like they are melting. its amazing how just breathing deeply can make everything feel amazing and the stress of the day is the last thing on your mind. its something that will truly need to continue. at the risk of sounding hippie dippie- it helps bring balance to my life.

the harassing emails seem to have finally come to an end. in some ways it was entertaining, in others, i thought i might end up getting a beat down the next time i visited AZ. overall, sometimes you just have to cave and give them the reaction they are looking for. the sugary sweetie, "please stop harassing me and have a great day" didn't work. nor did the "sounds like you need to work some issues out." not even the, "thanks for the daily dose of comedic relief"(pretty sure that one is going to get me jumped, South Phoenix style) what did work was the nifty little feature called "block"- i'm a fan. i'm sure she'll find a way to continue the threats filled with terrible grammar (worse than mine)

put it all out on the table for mr. kind of like a frat boy and it came to an end. will my life be complete without the 11:45pm "this is not a booty call" (just an attempt at a booty call) text. yes, yes i think it might be. although i might miss the good wine.

tomorrow is foto friday and i haven't taken any pictures this week... too busy with work. and not too busy packing.

yes, packing because i am moving downtown bitches- in a high pitched myke voice! (sorry, for the swearing... it just seemed fitting) soon i will be the proud carrier of a "hag card" (it comes with a cat if i can "turn" a gay) my future roomies words, not mine. so excited to be getting a place with pieter and james- yay!

and of course
p.s. why do some people find the need to assume that when i say something regarding someone and it is regarding something annoying or negative, they seem to think it is about them-- ehh? on that note, i'd like to end this blog post with

you're so vain, you probably think this blog is about you... (up until now, it wasn't)

foto friday 3: structure (on a monday)

2011-11-14T21:45:00.001-08:00

“My life is like my shoes, worn out by service.”
― Spencer W. Kimball

... I'm not sure this one is going to make much sense to everyone. when i saw that this FF was "structure" i instantly thought of buildings and literal structures. but here is the thing, i get so bored taking pictures of buildings.

instead i am getting all artsy and "deep" (?) - kind of. i just think there is nothing more important than service. it is a great foundation to build the structure of who we are upon. does that make sense?

2011-11-10T22:54:00.001-08:00

hey, happy late halloween! it was a fun night. especially ending it by throwing my pie in the brawny mans face- i mean that literally.

by the way, the ghostbusters may not be afraid of ghosts but they are definitely afraid of pies.

ps. mr. kind of like a frat boy minus the douche, appears to be back. quick, someone punch me in the face.hard. ehh whatever- at least i know what to expect.

send out the sos call.

2011-11-09T20:34:00.000-08:00

kale, coloring on stones, yoga, new blush and bangs. moving day and turkey day. vintage dresses. bright lipstick and film photography.

ps. i highly recommend everyone try a kale, mozzarella, and tomato sandwich with a little olive oil, s&p and rosemary dressing. so tasty. so healthy. less meat= more energy.

2011-11-09T20:19:00.001-08:00

maybe this will cure my ADD...

100 strangers.

2011-11-05T15:04:00.000-07:00

you may know me as a very outgoing, perky, loud, "I am here and pay attention to me" type of personality. or you know me as the very quiet, shy and socially awkward girl who prefers to go unnoticed. either way, both of those sides of me are very honest and very much what make me who i am. certain people bring out these traits in me. the thing is, i think being shy and quiet is far more natural to me. i remember making a choice to just not be shy anymore. i was SO tired of not speaking my mind and going unnoticed. i wanted to be fun and be friends with everyone around me- so i did. can you imagine how awkward that stage in my life was... ugh. lol

where i find that i am most shy is when i am doing photography. if i try to sneak a picture of someone i get busted. without fail, i am noticed and called out on it. yes, it really is funny, but i am scared of that one time that someone doesn't find it funny and lets me know. I have gotten some great pictures from getting busted. i've made new friends through it. but it is still scary to me.

i don't want it to be scary anymore. i see people on the street and i want to know their story. i want to get a picture of them. but too shy to ask.

the point of my rambling is that i want to get over this shyness. so i think i might do the 100 strangers project. i love it. i think the hardest part of it will be to capturing each stranger differently- kind of in a why that allows the picture to tell their story for me.

yeah, i am doing this. yep. i will, soon...

one of the manytimes i have been busted.

2011-11-04T22:45:00.000-07:00

i love nights like this. it was one of those nights when it didn't matter where we were, how tired we were, how tough the week was. all that mattered was that we were out enjoying each others company. sharing the hilarious stories that filled our week. and of course a night isn't complete without the most inappropriate jokes anyone could think up. singing loudly in the bar. making random friends. trying to fit 2 bicycles and 6 people into a 2 door honda. these really are the nights i love and don't think life would be complete without them.

its been really nice not feeling like i have to try and impress. walking on eggshells is draining. its been nice walking on solid ground. its been nice not worrying about what someone has to say.

and on a random side note: have you ever noticed, when people feel the need to tell you they aren't avoiding you, it is at that very moment you realize they in fact are.

2011-11-03T21:46:00.000-07:00

oh look, its my picture and an awesome song!

thanks hector for thinking of my photos!

foto friday

2011-11-03T21:43:00.000-07:00

its week 2 for foto friday! and i am not a day late but actually a day early! Yay, this is a serious first.

you would think it would be easy to get all retro with a shoot but man, inspiration hasn't been quite kicking lately. maybe it is partially the slow stages of packing. maybe it is the long work days. maybe it is the doubt of if the picture is going even be worth posting.

maybe a little more creativity and inspiration will hit me tomorrow. who knows.

ps. love my pearls. love them.

2011-11-02T20:40:00.000-07:00

did you know i hate being sick and pmsing all at the same time. seriously. as if it wasn't draining enough being a girl.

this week i am just tired. i am annoyed. i am sick of people a)sharing their opinion with me when it wasn't asked for to begin with-- and what they think reeeaaaaaalllllllyyyyyy doesn't matter to me. b) and then when that unsolicited opinion/advice ends up mattering more to me then i wanted it to.

ps. i think not being actively creative makes pms a million times worse. and so do jerk faced boys.does that make sense.

pss. myself and pieter and james move into our place in just a few short weeks. i am so excited. we are going to live downtown. in a tall building. and i have to use an elevator to get to my apartment. and pay for parking in a garage. so exciting.

2011-11-01T21:25:00.000-07:00

“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.”

– Eve Ensler

2011-11-01T19:46:00.000-07:00

crazy beotches cracking me up. apparently, i am a man stealer. who knew. (the threatening fb messages are kind of entertaining. sadly, it was time to block her)

douche bag boys. i'd love to say, man, but nope, they are boys. this is not in reference to the above "man stealer" comment. next time you hear me describe someone as "he is like a frat boy minus the douche" punch me and tell me no.

fantastic lipstick. i found the best lipstick in the world. Nars. as long as i have Nars makeup and Lulu the best sales girl ever, i will be a happy happy girl.

... and when the crazy beotch "eff's me up" (her words, not mine) i'll look good!

2011-10-30T12:09:00.000-07:00

lately i have been feeling a bit uninspired- with that being said, blog stalking always helps with inspiration...

anyway, my friend and old college roommate, hilary (who is amazingly creative) and some girls that she knows are doing "foto fridays". this little photo project of theirs makes me excited for blog stalking on a friday. So i have decided to do it too! I know, I know I should probably come up with my own ideas but I just don't have the time. and i love their little list of pictures to take every friday.

with that being said, here is my first friday-- even though it is sunday-- and i took this picture last night. and it isn't the most creative self portrait.

2011-10-26T20:24:00.000-07:00

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
― Bob Marley

2011-10-25T19:46:00.000-07:00

i'd really like to catch up on my hulu but my spotify is just too good right now.

tonight we are supposed to get up to 8 inches of snow.
8 inches!
you may have already gathered that i am really just not ok with this. at all. as we watched the weather i saw an 8" above denver and yelled before thinking, "EIGHT DEGREES?!" ha oh no, it is far worse. luckly i am parked in the garage and my office has underground parking. amen.

and now back to spotify- it must know i am really not happy about this weather. on your porch is playing and its telling me to get back to the sun.

ps. sometimes fortune cookies are so right, aren't they...

2011-10-24T22:58:00.000-07:00

“I don't mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. Beauty and femininity are ageless and can't be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won't like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it's based on femininity.”
― Marilyn Monroe

2011-10-23T16:27:00.000-07:00

or is the black and white better?

2011-10-23T16:09:00.000-07:00

first-- I am not sure how I feel about this picture... anyone have thoughts? color ok? I seem to be really drawn to taking pictures of fruit. strange, right.

now, can i just say how grateful i am for great friends. i love that time can heal. i love that there will always be those friends, that no matter what, you can let loose and be the wild crazy loud you. i hope that i am the kind of friend that allows people to feel the same way.

now if only i could be that same me with the guys i date. on the topic of dating-- went out with someone a few times this week. it was great. i have no idea if it is going anywhere but what i do know is that its nice. being out with someone who seems to be a genuinely nice and caring person. consistent smiling. being able to be open and honest. even if this was just a week, its alright- it was refreshing. it was a great reminder that kind respectful guys do exist.

2011-10-21T22:07:00.000-07:00

“The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.” ― Marjorie Pay Hinckley

love this quote. i prefer to laugh, unless of course my tears are tears of joy.

ps. yes, that was a little cheesy.

i might be a little bit off my rocker tonight. this is the first night/day, i came home from work and wasn't literally running right back out the door for the night. don't get me wrong, i prefer to be out and about, but man do i appreciate nights like this sometimes. hanging out in sweats and slippers drinking wine and having kitchen counter talks are my favorite.

what is it about sitting in the kitchen in the oddest of places, like the floor or countertops, that make it all that much more enjoyable? maybe its the fact that your dad isn't there to yell at you and tell you to get you feet off the counter. maybe its the comfort of being with the people who are the closest to you. knowing that you don't have to be all dolled and on your best behavior for an evening. i like not having to be on my best behavior. i think the sign of forming a true friendship is when you can both sit in the kitchen on the floor worn out from the week- hair pulled back and makeup smeared- sharing the funny stories and annoyances of the week with each other. my best nights have been spent on the kitchen floor, a bottle of wine and non-stop laughter.

2011-10-17T20:31:00.000-07:00

broken hearts heal.
the newness fades into comfort
you find the perfect shade of red
and realize you wouldn't change a thing.

life is good. simply good.

its the simple things, really.

2011-10-03T20:44:00.000-07:00

you know what makes me happy--

listening to Simon and Garfunkel.
saying "Garfunkel"
literally being picked up out of the cross walk and being "proposed too" with a light up Coors Light ring from Beer Fest.
live music
people i don't need to impress.
friendly notes from friends letting me know i am being thought of.
new mascara
120 film.
photobooths
vintage buttons and spoons.
making pretty things with pretty spoons and buttons.
50's style aprons
old brick buildings.
sleep
fran and george henry
being different

yep, those are the things i currently smiling about.

and this too...

your face is awkward.

2011-10-01T19:17:00.000-07:00

Meet Fran and George Henry.

them hanging in my future home is going to be amazing. yes, i am going to tell people that they are my parents.

Anyone else notice how much bigger his head is than hers.

ps. yes, i really was that excited about getting these pictures.

2011-10-01T09:25:00.000-07:00

i tried to quit fb for 100 days. day 3, i caved. i was tagged in some pictures... i had to look!

last night was a grand ol' time. i may have been talked into rooming with a couple girls. it was the talk of a craft room and garden that really sucked me in.

seriously, going out with the girls is the BEST ever!

seeing the kissing party and shaky molars was pretty fantastic too. oh how i love local bands.

so was allisons drink order at the bar-

A- "umm, can i get a sprite and redbull?"

BTender- "mixed? seriously?" {begins laughing}
sidenote: i've NEVER seen that bartender at HiDive smile, EVER.

A-"yeah, seriously. Oh and can you add a splash of pineapple juice?!"

ps. is that dead pixel in this picture driving anyone else crazy?! GRRRR

2011-09-26T23:24:00.000-07:00

i can't seem to stop listening to music tonight. literally, from the time i got home i've been listening to moby. kind of a fun little blast from the past. reminds me of when i was in massage therapy school and we'd dance at the end of our movement class. it was the best class ever.

ps. since i started the new job i haven't taken any pictures other than on my iPhone and that feels kind of lame.

pss. today i attracted a weird on the elevator. it was weird.

2011-09-21T21:49:00.000-07:00

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st vincent

2011-09-15T20:27:00.000-07:00

obsessed with cruel. truly cannot get enough.

ps. could someone please tell my brain to stop randomly making people in my dreams ask me about object oriented design.

... oh and stop the .net talk in my sleep. that would be fantastic. thanks.

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2011-09-13T20:38:00.000-07:00

"a girl named chuck"

is what i will be.

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hurry up october 31st. get here. now. please.

2011-09-11T18:28:00.000-07:00

its amazing what losing 10 pounds can do. i feel SO good. even better, i didn't have to go on a starvation diet to do it. my fat clothes are starting to feel like my fat clothes and my skinny clothes are almost wearable. 10 more pounds and they will be perfect. running has been a wonderful escape. its also been a healthy escape. i feel so clear. its become my reset button. work has been a wonderful addition to my life. i loved LOVED nannying but i really like the monday-friday escape.

this coming weekend- date. mani -pedi. hair done. running. dub show. busy. healthy.

i am going to drown myself in the things that i love. i am going to surround myself with the people i love.

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Oh the days of college

2011-09-06T19:11:00.000-07:00

I know I am going to be killed for this! Like dead but I can't resist. I just can't. Back in my Provo, UT days my roommates and I had a ton of fun. There were many sleepless nights full of laughter, spit wads, chocolate, wendys and prank wars.

I can't remember what came over us that made us make a movie. Or why we wanted to make fun of all the UT stereo types, but it happened. Here is what happens when we are hyped up on mountain dew and say the first thing that came to our mind.

Attack of the Killer Utards from MyKelle Tieman on Vimeo.

It was fun. and remember-

"fornication is not the best ca-medicine."

Ps. I have a feeling I am going to get a phone call or 4 yelling at me to remove this video, along with this picture.

You are welcome. LOL

ps...

2011-09-04T21:27:00.000-07:00

ever wondered what i am like on a date... well, alas! you can see it here (not yet but soon) i got to see the sneak peak while he was in Denver. I AM SUCH A NERD. and should really think before I speak. seriously.

dear mark,

no, he didn't.

sincerely, her

check out The Biker Bachelor. Right now there are just a few pictures on his site of us on the date. you can find me here (kind of) and here (scroll down a little bit and the BAM there is my giant up close face!) haha.

once the actual videos are posted I will let you know... as long as I wasn't too lame.

denver, i love you but you're bringing me down.

2011-09-04T20:59:00.000-07:00

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been."

John Greenleaf Whittier

I can't believe that 3 years ago I moved out to Denver. even more unbelievable is that I am still here! Like I haven't moved from this state and then back and then away again like I usually would. I'm not sure what that says about me exactly, even though right about now that kind of change would be nice. (no worries, I'm not going anywhere.) I'm not really sure what my expectations were when I moved back here but I know I'm glad I did.

For so long after leaving Denver the first time, I didn't even like talking about it. A lot happened the last time I lived here. More than I want to remember. It changed me- in good ways and bad. What I do know is if I made it out of that alive and not completely damaged, I can probably make it through anything. right.

Yet, there I was thinking, I am totally fine. I can shut off my emotions no problem. Or I have nothing to feel. Apparently this time I do. No control over how I feel- I hate that feeling. hate. it. with a deep passion. Normally I love the weekends but all I seem to think about is getting back to work. Or wishing that I could workout for hours on end. unfortunately its just not possible.

Some unsolicited advice tells me to fake over it till you are. But I just can't, I think it makes the effects lasting. I really do kind of want to punch someone in the face- maybe more with my words. I don't want to break my hand. but still, I know asking, getting answers, or even faking over it won't make anything better. How often do you get the honest answers anyway. really.

of course the questions of why and how seem to hang out in my head. instead of asking i seem to answer them myself, with the, "i changed" "i shouldn't have said that" "its just not right" "i need to learn not to feel so much" " i should have known."

I think with each heartbreak it gets harder because they build upon each other. I can think of 3 times I have truly been heartbroken and it actually gets harder each time. i think it gets harder each time because it like dealing with them all at the same time. like they are in this exclusive club where they somehow knew the secret to my heart. and i was like hey- sure have it- treat it how you'd like. please. stomp it into the ground. i didn't need it anyway.

i guess if you don't deal with it then, its all going to happen at some point. i think this is the point. I have actually turned down a dates. Last week I was fine going out but now i realize that I really just don't want to. I was actually relieved to find out cute guy on the plane is gay. i should have known when I saw his Dooney and Bourke carry on. Not to mention his perfectly shaped eyebrows. a gay man is a girls best friend.

Seriously though, i want to feel better. I kind of hate you but really don't want to. i promise, i don't want to.

ok, hate is a strong word. i don't hate you. maybe that is the problem.

{above picture - 3 years ago, when i had just moved here. I have changed so much. so much.}

2011-09-03T11:29:00.000-07:00

I can't believe summer is already coming to an end. its bittersweet. kind of like the last couple weeks of my life. the change in seasons has kind been like the change in my life. in some strange way i have come into a new found confidence. maybe it isn't newly found but it has been hidden away for a while. its funny what a little heartbreak and a lot of change can do for someone. though i have zero desire to be in a relationship and have anything more than a friendship, i seem to be dating a lot. its been a week and as of tonight i am going on date number 3. weird right.

random transition time-

life has the funniest timing and seems to know what you need when you need it. while flying home we were grounded in the plane in SLC. amen for my flight being a first class flight! yeah, i flew in style. so of course, i sat next to a couple of guys on the flight home. funny thing about that was, one of them caught me looking at the book he was reading and of course him and all his cuteness made me blush and look like i was checking him out. ok, ok, maybe i was and not realizing it kind of way. while we were grounded he was so kind to let me log onto his iphone internet. from that point the 3 of us in the row chatted it up. you could say we were the loud annoying people on the flight home. by the end of the flight we ended up exchanging info and plans to go running. oh and did i mention one of them works for Santana! yeah so there is the possibility of tickets to the show. awesome right.

I love making random friends. i really do. you never know who you are going to meet. seriously. you never know.

I'm on a plane...

2011-09-02T16:35:00.000-07:00

and I am blogging! Delayed. yes, sitting waiting wishing- do I need to give jack johnson credit for that one. probably.

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Guess what song is in my head. and can I say, first class flying is the way to go if you are going to be grounded on a plane.

"your lows will have a compliment of highs"*

2011-08-31T19:10:00.000-07:00

what do you do when you are bored in ut...

tonight is the first night i haven't had any plans and i am going out of my mind!!!

i went for a walk and happened upon a lobby full of some of the cutest nerds ever! hello ebay {strangely cute} employees. maybe i will lie tomorrow morning and hop on their shuttle...

honestly, i have been more social since ive been out here, then i have in a long time. we're talking, az level of social. i have loved every moment of it. monday night i headed out to provo and hung out with some old friends! it was a provo kind of night- late night walk, swinging and staring up at the stars, frozen yogurt and a nice game of "would you rather". for the record, i'd rather drink cow blood for the rest of my life than poop through my belly button. cindy is right, provo is like never neverland- nobody grows up. i love it. i miss playing monkey on the ground and tag. such a nerd.

i am loving this photo editing, music listening, catch up on phone calls low key night. but i can't wait for tomorrow night. it'll be time to play some. but slc style. i think. i guess we will see.

incase anyone was wondering, i can't get enough of ambling alp*, someone great& i hope you die.

hello post 1000...

2011-08-25T19:17:00.000-07:00

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so i guess it is obvious as to what i am about to say. yes, the boy and i are no more. it isn't messy- it just hurts. i am no stranger to it, most aren't.

someday, someone will love all of me.

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved

- Death Cab for Cutie, You Will be Loved.

ps. post 1000, you are a dirty, dirty whore.hehe

2011-08-22T22:06:00.000-07:00

i kind of feel like this blog has its moments too much info more than it has the moments of just pretty things too look at. i consistently feel like i am in battle with myself. i find myself wondering if i will ever feel like enough. pretty enough. skinny enough. creative enough. smart enough. if i will have the energy to get up in the mornings. as i get older i worry that i am wasting my time being tired. forgetting. worrying. its only going to get worse with time and age. i worry that i don't take good enough care of myself. or how to take good care of myself. life seems to jump so quickly from on moment to the next. i have spent more time moving around not allowing myself to truly settle in. i seem to be comfortable in discomfort{?} of course this only happens when i have time to think about it. which in turn, seems to mean its all in my head{?} or i am just that used to it.

and yes, i know this probably makes no sense. it probably should have stayed in my head. but of course, here it is.

in need of a creative pick me up... here you go!

2011-08-22T17:48:00.000-07:00

Who doesn't love type?! watch to the very end and learn what the most beautiful typeface is... HA!

Two graphic design students at the Seattle Central Creative Academy created this video for their experimental typography class. They used a light table, sand and a video camera to create this. Enjoy!

2011-08-20T12:59:00.000-07:00

This is probably the funniest thing I have ever seen!

I have a feeling that someday, this will be me... Although I don't know about the whole mini van. Calling it the "Swagger Wagon" doesn't make it any cooler. Unless of course the plate reads "Swagger", then... I might drive it.

I'll be straight ownin' bake sales with my cupcake skills... oh wait, I already do!

ps. Kate L, there is something about this girl that reminds me of you... It is probably all her swag.

2011-08-20T09:19:00.000-07:00

here's whats up- I want to be skinny again.

pickles.

2011-08-17T11:38:00.000-07:00

Dom loves pickles- me, not so much. Not that I hate pickles, I just don't seek them and have no problems with giving away my pickle when I do get one.

anyway, we made our own refrigerator pickles. In short, they are awesome. I still don't love pickles but I like these. Maybe because they still have some cucumber quality to them.

Recipe:

3 cups distilled white vinegar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
2 tbsp kosher salt
1 tbsp of pickling spice (or 1 tsp each of mustard, coriander, and dill seeds)
2 cups hot water
2 pounds pickling cucumbers, sliced 1/4-inch thick
1 bunch of chopped fresh dill
3 cloves garlic, roughly chopped

Combine your vinegar, sugar, salt, and pickling spice in a large bowl. Pour the hot water over the vinegar mixture, and mix until the sugar is dissolved. Cool to room temperature.
Chop your cucumbers into ¼ inch slices, and divide them into jars (mine fit perfectly into 3 quart size jars). Chop the dill and the garlic, and divide it evenly between your jars.
Pour the cooled brine over the cucumbers. If the brine doesn’t quite cover the cucumbers, add more water/vinegar mixture (I just mixed 1 part water to 1 part vinegar).
Place the jars in the fridge overnight.
They’re ready to eat after 24 hours, and will keep in the fridge for 2 weeks.

found via never trust a skinny baker

2011-08-16T16:01:00.000-07:00

not to be vain or anything but umm i think this might be my favorite picture taken of me. if my hair always curled like that, umm, it would be curly all the time. but seriously when Dom took my picture while I was standing by the bathroom, i may have thought he was a little crazy- he wasn't.

via Dom's flickr

ps. its my blog, so i can be vain if i want to.

2011-08-12T22:24:00.000-07:00

first roll from the film camera. i seriously adore film. i know, i say it over and over again but seriously- digital, go back to where you came from. well, ok maybe you can stay... just as long as film lives on.

i still haven't developed my 120 rolls yet. all i need is a 120 canister, reel and dom's super dark bathroom and i will be set! eventually i will get on the whole canister and reel think- one day.

iPhone summer.

2011-08-11T19:07:00.000-07:00

homegrown.

2011-08-11T18:32:00.000-07:00

i was reading up on how to make your own chamomile tea- what i read made me laugh a little. basically it said that it was going to be a "painstaking task". growing & drying chamomile, painstaking? yeah, right.

well, i have been proven wrong- it is something I have found I have to pay close attention to and not only that, these puppies don't all bloom at once, at least not for me. at least along the way I can capture some pretty pictures of them!

ps. I totally passed this semester! I always seem to be doing way better than I think...

and, i haven't cut my hair! woot- hello puppy dog tail ponytail.

2011-08-09T11:14:00.000-07:00

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once upon a time I had really long hair. I would do the above do all the time. I miss being able to just pull my hair back and go... and have it still look cute. well, I am on my way back to it. I just have to be sure not to cut it. Resist the temptation to chop the locks.

c is for cookie!

2011-08-04T11:00:00.000-07:00

Who likes cookies?! Pretty much all of you right? Yeah that is what I thought.

With that being said, why not help bring cookies to the peeps of burning man! My friends Valerie and Ryan do it every year and are trying to pump up the volume and bring cookies to the masses!

click here to help back this project!

2011-08-03T22:36:00.001-07:00

well, this is what we've got from the garden so far... I think I officially killed the green beans BUT the strawberries are amazing! i had a jalapeno tonight and actually broke into a bit of a sweat from the spiciness of it. weird, right... it was great in my gluten free mac and cheese.

question of the night: do "D's" get degrees? I am pretty sure that is what i am going to get in humanities. hardest class ever.

i think i need to be done with this whole online schooling thing. its torture. i have also noticed that i gauge the kindness of the teacher on the difficulty of the class. teachers that make me write a lot instantly fall into the category of a slut waffle* and then i get nice feedback from them and then realize i'm actually the SW.

please, art classes, start soon!

*i have no idea where this came from.

running

2011-07-29T22:50:00.000-07:00

i started running again. it has been killer trying to strengthen my ankle(s). my pace has slowed and i am getting lapped by people running the same path. its hard not to get frustrated and want to quit but hey, something is better than nothing right. and eventually i'll be one of those fast people.(and fit back into my clothes again)

2011-07-29T12:26:00.000-07:00

i love double exposures! love them.

i found this on Katie Lionhearts flickr page. now i have even more of a desire to develop the rolls of 120 that have been sitting and waiting.

simple

2011-07-28T11:37:00.000-07:00

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anyone else love the simplicity of this? i love the work of Louise Bourgeois

gardening!

2011-07-27T20:33:00.000-07:00

for the last few years i have wanted a garden. so this summer, it finally happened! tomatoes, jalapenos, strawberries, cucumbers and green beans!

the one plant i expected to fail or get eaten is doing the best! OH and who knew homegrown strawberries would be so amazing?! you can't see them but there are quite a few more on the plant!

what do you do with camomile? other than make tea. they are so pretty and I kind of want to let them keep growing... or pick them and put them in a vase.

ps. i will never forget when my friend got me potter flowers. i officially loved that. and from now on will not purchase fresh cut flowers- they must be potted.

yes, "the boy" if you ever decide to get me flowers, you should know, i am the kind of girl you get potted flowers for. -- incase you were wondering...

2011-07-26T21:26:00.001-07:00

2011-07-23T15:51:00.000-07:00

See this little man, I have been nannying him for the last year. Sadly, I am returning to work and taking a semester off of school. A much needed break. But really, every time I think of not taking care of this sweet little man, my heart breaks a little more. Just writing this makes me tear up. I think the saddest part is, though I will remember him, he won't remember me. I know the reality of it is that I can't be a nanny forever- and honestly, this whole starving student thing, its way cooler when all of your friends are starving students too.

So here I go- into a new chapter of life. My own place. A new job(fingers crossed i get an offer). A new industry- which I will explain if I get the job.

So much has changed over this last year.

i need to make something pretty.

2011-07-15T18:29:00.001-07:00

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and paintings like this make me all warm and tingly inside.

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the accidental self

2011-07-15T18:21:00.000-07:00

if there were a game show called, "Who Can Gain the Most Weight on the Visit Home?" and I were on it, I'd win.

this being said, it is probably a good thing that amazing mexican food is only in AZ. the visit home was fun though. Got to see some good friends I haven't seen in years! Pool time and the heat were lovely. I now appreciate the thunderstorms and cool summers here in Denver that much more!

ps. when did I get boobs?

2011-07-05T23:09:00.000-07:00

This weekend we randomly decided to get out of town. Originally we were headed for Wyoming- to do what? Who the heck knows?-- anyway, we decided at the very last minute to go to Rocky Mountain National Park. It was well worth it as you can see!

It was nice to have a need to wear a jacket...

ps. are you ready for the longest 3 minutes and 35 seconds of your life? remember, you will never get it back.

-- I for some strange reason cannot get enough of this song.

summer in film.

2011-06-23T21:58:00.000-07:00

this summer i have set the digital down and taken to film. i love it. i love it more than i ever thought i would. i love the grain. i love the light leaks. i love the imperfections. the more dated a picture looks the more i love it. there is something exciting about thinking your picture through. the wait to see how they turned how is like waiting for christmas morning, but better.

are you picking up what i am throwing down? i love film.

summer so far...

the boy and i went to the westword music showcase. it was awesome.

kissing party was one of my favorite local bands.they handed these out before going on.

mainstage had some interesting folk... take notice to the glasses above. (yes, i am aware this picture is out of focus. that is beside the point)

this is my favorite shot of the day! I almost didn't take it... he saw me and so i started to walk away... Dom made me do it anyway.

i loaded some others to my flickr check it here

somedays you just want to mash your face up against a window.

2011-06-16T22:22:00.001-07:00

if I had to choose a picture to illustrate how my days as a nanny are, this would be it...

with that being said, i laugh, a lot. ps. my name is no longer MyKelle. it is Nay Nay... you know like, ShaNay Nay (or how ever you spell it)

give my heart ease.

2011-06-07T19:14:00.000-07:00

"Down in the Valley" : Alison Sudol and Omar Velasco play with polychord. from Shoulda Woulda Coulda on Vimeo.

five.

2011-06-07T18:30:00.000-07:00

giant red poppies.

random goofiness.

creativity.

i guess i could only think of 3.

** yeah, i know- you have no clue what i am talking about.

happy summer

2011-06-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

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“I get worried for young girls sometimes; I want them to feel that they can be sassy and full and weird and geeky and smart and independent, and not so withered and shriveled.”

—Amy Poehler

sleigh bells, summer and semester

2011-06-06T12:33:00.000-07:00

summer semester starts... wait for it, wait for it.... NOW!

ahh i feel like i was on such a long break but really it was just a few weeks. is it possible that i have already forgotten everything i did in my last english class? that could be bad news. hello eng 122... please be kind to me.

with that complaint off my chest...

saturday night the boy and i went to sleigh bells. it was loud. it was fun. everyone there was really young. (ha that totally rhymed.)

ok is it weird that i have a tendency to make friends in the bathroom? because i do... on a regular kind of basis. at the show i was standing in the restroom line and this girl gave me some hair advice. "the gays taught the ways of curly hair"- her words, not mine. we parted ways with a hug and i have a feeling there is a missed connection ad floating around out there for me...

his picture turned out better

what i appreciate.

2011-06-03T11:46:00.000-07:00

you know what i love,

i love that i can say things like,

"remember my student who wanted me to say, "uhhuh" on one of his rap songs called "dats so wifey""

"Do you ever feel like you have gotten super uncool and have the urge to do something really cool?so that you can remember that you are cool. Because I am feeling that way."

"that status update, brought to you by, umm, you"

"what is the stanley cup?"

and i love when they say things like,

"Like the argument I had with myself you just witnessed!! Hahaha"

"will i look like a 15 year old girl?"

"peanut butter"

"Embrace the Elliot in you"

these random inside jokes and conversation brought to you by me- trying to be cool.

when you find yourself a villain in the story you have written**

2011-05-31T20:19:00.000-07:00

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has anyone read this? i read a little about this book the other day and i can't get it out of my head. i googled quotes from it and i am hooked. if you have read it i would love to know what you thought. the book cover alone is enough reason to own it.

**you need to listen to the new Death Cab. you won't regret it.

2011-05-26T13:05:00.000-07:00

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Every time I see this drawing I think it is mom. I have to actually go back and take a second look at it. Never fails. it kind of looks like here when she was younger. right?

ps. can we talk about how dang stylish my mother was. I mean, I want that outfit. I'd wear it today. and that wallpaper! Uhhh I want that wallpaper!

Dear 16 year old me.

2011-05-24T22:52:00.000-07:00

watching this video has struck a bit of fear and concern into me. about 10 years ago my doctor told me i really needed to use sunscreen and get some moles removed. well, needless to say, i still have the moles. i don't use sunscreen. to make matters worse, i have spent a horrible amount of time in a tanning bed. after watching this, all i can think about is saving up the money and following my doctors orders from forever ago.

if one bad sunburn or one time in a tanning bed or a weakened immune system, can double your chances of skin cancer- what does a life time of these things do?

2011-05-24T12:17:00.000-07:00

"I feel so funny. I think I'm going crazy. Maybe I'm already crazy."
- J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

Do you ever read a quote and think, "holy crap!"

I read this and thought just that. i feel like this all the time. and then i realize, that i might actually be crazy. and then it drives me nuts to worry about being crazy. but then i realize that all the people who aren't crazy are boring. and then i feel better. but just for a bit.

the end.

2011-05-24T11:44:00.000-07:00

www.toothpastefordinner.com

I "LOL" so much that I could start my own line of perfume.

do you do jolly green giant commercials? **

2011-05-23T09:09:00.000-07:00

this weekend was a fun one. the boy and i went to the U2 concert which turned out to be better than I could have ever imagined. U2 still hasn't made it to the favorite band list or anything, but they have at least made it off of the "bands that my me throw up in my mouth" list.

yes, the show was fun, but I can't help but feel like watching the fans could have been just as fun, if not more.

there were all types of concert goers there... you had the dude with the camera who had to get the "perfect shot" at the show (the boy). he might have gotten the perfect shot and the "i've been standing so long that my legs might have actually fallen off" concert goer (yep, that is me. and the 4 ft nothing girl next to me.)

then the more entertaining and hilarious concert goers--

- **drunk old lady says to the rude tall guy who shoves his way in front of you, "do you do the Jolly Green Giant commercials?!" (she thought she was being funny... it was kind of funny.)

- young girl who you think is drunk but you realize she is in fact just naturally annoying and could care less that her pointy elbow is jabbing into your side on every other beat. (this girl has NO clue that she is a terrible dancer. she thinks she is hot.)

- the man love was at an amazing high that night.

- and you can't forget all the white people who really REALLY can't dance.

my not so perfect iPhone pictures

pre- "i can't feel my legs!" and umm dude with the camera who did get the perfect shot.

this made me chuckle a little bit... considering I knew I was actually going to blog about this very event.

(incase you were wondering 17 babies were born to the crew while on tour. i have no clue why i remember that.)

-- do you think that 10 years from now we'll be looking at pictures like this and say, "OMG remember when we used to say "OMG"? and how cool we thought we were with our iPhones? I'm so glad i got my phone installed into my head"