in love
in the pool
rocky mountain reservoir
new friend

life feels very surreal lately. starting with the trip to jamaica (which felt like a week-long episode of the Love Boat - ridiculously great) and rolling right into seeing Rob drive off to work in a suit and tie every day while i go and play mommy for a couple hours. every place is unfamiliar, every thing is new. even the bugs outside seem louder, different here.

we've found some good places to swim and hike, as well as the most amazing tacos i've ever had. coming up we have the Rome Film Fest, a beer festival, and Sherman Alexie speaking at a local high school. fun!

we out

rob and the dogs and i are sitting in our mostly empty apartment watching cartoons and sitting on a blow-up bed. tomorrow we clean the shit out of this shit and then hit the road. we won't have internet for a couple weeks, so you'll have to do without my musings and quips. it'll be hard, i know (euni, the only one reader i'm aware of) but it'll be worth it. so many new adventures to have, so many photos to post - including our fabulous jamaican vacation! so hang in there, gentle reader. I shall return!! xoxo

hellblthththth

we went to see the new hellboy movie this afternoon, and i am SORELY disappointed. the use of so many new creatures was cool, but on a whole it was entirely too self-aware and completely lacking in any compelling storyline. there were so many moments where i expected the character to wink at the camera - yuckyuckyuck. to top it all off, hellboy looked WEIRD. like a kid in a halloween mask. his shoulders are so tiny!



see? see how tiny? and don't even get me started on the awkward goth girl get-up Selma's sporting. I think i had that necklace in 8th grade. in 1982!

sorry for the 'disappointed fan girl' rant, but i am truly bummed about this.



thanks to www.geeksofdoom.com for the image.

i am so excited. i put a deposit down on a loom this week! it's really beautiful and the woman who owns it loves it, which means a lot to me. this is such an intense step. the first one i'm taking in my move towards being a for-real studio artist. i am terrified, and keep looking at job listings and thinking about going to beauty school or getting an online degree in library science. i have never seen myself as a full-time artist, so it feels really selfish and useless to embark on this journey. who am i helping with this? how am i bettering the world? shouldn't i be doing more? ugh - not a great way to start off, but these questions have plagued me since i started art school (hence the semester of chemistry and such in preparation for nursing school. terrible.) and let's not even get into my view on my talents and abilities. i look at other surface designer web sites and think of how i'm only capable of ripping someone else off. i have no original ideas. but then, how many original ideas are really out there? ssshhhhh, one step at a time. get the loom, make some sketches, weave some samples, and take it from there. i'm not reinventing the art world. i just want to weave and screenprint. if nothing else, i can just make cool stuff for my house on my days off from my real job and spend less money at target buying the same crap i can make better.

anyhoo - the loom lives in Memphis right now, which means a road trip to Graceland is in the works on our way to pick it up - what a bonus! and you bet your ass i'm getting a peanut butter, banana & bacon sandwich while i'm there!



ain't she a beaut?

New rental house in Rome

Hello front porch



fireplace



crazy, makes-me-go-cross-eyed guest bathroom



very beautiful, special room for honored guests



back porch with astro turf



nice backyard for pups to romp in


there's finally a reason to actually visit Rome!

I have been eating chocolate skittles like my life depended on it, discovered I like lawyers better than artists, and have spent money on dead animal skins. What the hell is next?

lived in fear. now in love.

This book is so interesting to me - encapsulating all the pain and beauty and hilarity of one's day, month, life, whatever into only six words. The editors said that people were admitting an addiction to doing it, once they got their first one out.

So, what's your six words?

The Brain

No, she's not mine. But she is real, and I wish she was mine. I would knit her hats all day long. My own little evil genius... ah, a girl can dream, can't she?