Monday, November 30, 2009
He happens to be made of several colors of felt and he has brown buttons for eyes.
His name is Mr. Adam Awsumly, the Second. (I threw the Adam in there as tribute to Adam Young of the band Owl City)
Mr. Adam Awsumly is an owl. (He, however, doesn't live in a city...)
After playing around on Etsy (view mine!) I discovered people selling little critters and monsters made of felt. I found them rather adorable and set of to make a 3D Mr. Awsumly.
You see, in order for Mr. Awsumly the Second to exist there must be a Mr. Awsumly the First.
Here is the Senior of the two.
He is rather flat. Mr. A. Awsumly the 1st is on a shirt. One night I was bored and was thinking about how much I like owls...
So I stuck one on a black t-shirt. It is pretty sweet.
I am not sure what I am going to do with 3d Awsumly...I might put him up on Etsy....? Or I might just hold him and...squish him...? Because I can....
Both of the Awsumlys are very nice, in my opinion. And if I keep up this owl stuff I might just have a city...
"What are you thinking about when you have nothing to think about?" - Bo White
What is that supposed to mean, you are wondering, so let me explain.
After he said that he went on to explain it a little more and it basically came down to this; what is the screensaver/default of your mind?
What is it that comes to mind first when there is nothing else needed to come to mind at a certain moment. What, when you close your eyes, instantly pops into your head.
If the answer isn't God or something that is God-pleasing, it is time to do some reevaluation of what is going on in your cerebral cortex.
The human mind is sort of like a giant computer (sort of...); it has the ability to collect, store and use information. The human mind also has the ability to "download" things with out us consciously realizing what is happening. What we see and hear at all seconds of every day influences how we think and what we think about. It is hugely amazing the capacity that our brains have...but how is it effecting our lives?
Our giant-computer-like brain can very easily become taken over with "viruses."
What we watch, what we listen to, who we hang around with; all that effortlessly feed our minds with downloads. Our thoughts are easily consumed with what they shouldn't be. The Bible says "As a man thinks, so he is" (Proverbs 23:7).
Think about that one for even just a second and thinks begin to seem a little scary, if you think anything like me...
Keeping the life of our thoughts in alignment with God's will for us is a conscious and daily decision. Often we try to rationalize our sin by telling ourselves we are only thinking it...we didn't say or do it, so it must not count...right?
That verse from Proverbs says otherwise. Sorry.
It is very, very, very (etc, etc) difficult to set our minds on "things above" when we are down here and the world isn't looking so "abovely."
What are you focusing on? What have you fixated your mind upon?
"We bow our hearts, We bend our knees, Oh Spirit come make us humble
We turn our eyes from evil things, Oh Lord we cast down our idols
So give us clean hands and give us pure hearts
Let us not lift our souls to another
Oh give us clean hands and give us pure hearts
Let us not lift our souls to another
Oh God let this be a generation that seeks, Who seeks Your face, Oh God of Jacob"
(Give Us Clean Hands, written by Charlie Hall, sung by many.)
In closing, a not only "life verse" of mine, but a daily one;
"May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer."-Psalm 19:14.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Yes, people of Bloglandria, it is a stop sign. Only...it is wood. I am not really sure if wood stop signs were ever in use, but this one is rather old (the first red and white stop sign was made in 1954...but out of what I do not know. Were they always metal?) but even if someone made it as some sort of joke, I still enjoy it. And the long story that goes with it
My Hungarian grandfather, when he was alive, was a "garbage picker" (as I would say); my mom, her sister and her brother carry the same family mantle. I am doomed.
Garbage pickers also like dumps...
This top sign was a dump find. No, not found by me. By...well we will let him remain nameless for the sake of legal protection.
Anyway, when I was a little kid he gave me this wooden stop sign. At my old house I hung it outside my "tree fort" to warn trespassers of...I don't know what... all that was in there was stinky mushrooms, faux-bonfires and hemlock trees
Once a police officer, whom we personally knew, stopped outside our house and asked why we had a stop sign (not exactly a thing you should legally possess) hanging in our trees. We persuaded him that it was old and wooden and that we didn't steal it off some road somewhere in our wee little town.
It hung out there for a long time, but then we moved and I was older and tree-fortless.
In our new house the stop sign sat outside in our barn, over my busted up drum set (I had great aspirations to be a self-taught drummer, but dreams those never really took off.) next to a plastic figure of the Muppet drummer from Electric Mayhem Animal. As time passed my drummer dreams faded and the stop sign got tucked into a corner and left alone for sometime.
But the story just keeps getting more interesting.
Now, take a look at that picture above again; that stop sign used to actually look like a stop sign until...a severe miscommunication
When I handed over my sign I sharpie-d my name on a piece of duct tape and stuck it on the back. I carefully instructed them NOT TO PAINT IT.
A couple months passsed and somehow the tape with my name on got taken off and well...that was the doom of my sign. For unknown reasons they flung some brown paint on it and I think ran it over with a tire or something. Still I am not sure why this occurred, but we will just let the past stay past and keep going with this story...
Then they decided that sticking a stop sign on a stage in the middle of worship was kind of a discouragement to the worshipful atmosphere and it was stuck in the closet at the back of our sanctuary where all of our out of use props and decorations go. The poor thing stayed there for years.
More recently that closet has been gone through and people have begun to throw out stuff in order to make room for the new and I decided it was time to reclaim my stop sign before its final destruction came upon it. Plus, who wouldn't want a stop sign in their possession.
The beast is pretty heavy but I have decided that I am going to somehow hang it on my wall and perhaps I will require full 3 second stops before people can enter my dwelling place...
Now you know something about me and one of the things that I love that you didn't know ten minutes ago, so I guess this post accomplished something?
And once again I have left you jealous
...now stop that, it is unbiblical
Friday, November 27, 2009
Why? Well, I'm not too sure...
- I am right handed, very analytic, good at logic, extremely organized, highly obsessive, strong-willed, and I like to plan things out...this makes me left-brained.
- On the other hand (no, I am not ambidextrous, but I did try for a couple months. Failed.), I am highly creative, love music and art, I see things uniquely, I love to write, and I am rather daring and crazy...this would make me right-brained. (I just took this test and it told me I was 45% left brained and 55% right-brained. Pretty accurate for something on the Internet)
But I am who who I was created to be, I like me that way and if you don't, too bad, it is not my fault. Take that one up with God...
I basically love creativity because it is art. I delight in the ability to take something and form it into something else, unlike anything anyone else has.
So, having made so many roundish, appliqued bags, I was getting bored. Plus my purse, the cool converse-y one, had seen so much love that the handles were wearing through and the poor thing needed to go into retirement.
Obviously I needed a new bag.
Obviously I wasn't buying one.
Obviously I had to make it!
And this time I made it totally different, just to see if I could.
Out of the scraps of other peoples bags and other random sewing projects I created my latest masterpiece. No appliques, no round edges. Instead, it is a cornucopia of quadrilaterals!
It is just a little crazy, but seeing as it is for me, I think it is just perfect!
If you stare closely, you might be able to find a swatch of fabric that looks familiar to you. I spy Emikel's bag, several of my own bags, my shirt, Sam's bag, my sister's bag, Sarah's bag, Julia's bag, a bag for Kendra's sister, my mom's bag and some other random stuff...
I also decided to put some of my extensive collection of buttons, from concerts and travels, to use.
Now, I am happy and you are jealous.
You see, I am a vegetarian and people seem to think that the only thing worth eating on the holiday of Thanks is turkey...
Let me tell you, I do okay with out turkey, stuffing, gravy and all other meaty substances.
And I am brave enough to tell you exactly, to the best of my memory, what I ate yesterday;
- Mozzarella Balls- those I lost count of. The Italian in me took over and I lost control...
- Cucumbers- several slices. No dip. I have an odd disliking of all things white and fluffy...
- Other Italian cheeses- enough slices to fit on the many crackers I ate, which I also lost count of....
- 7 slices of really good Italian bread- Family tradition; without this bread we cannot celebrate any holidays.
- 3 servings of Corn Pudding- this is Thanksgiving to me; besides the bread it is really all that I care about food-wise. I had my Aunt double the recipe because there never seems to be enough for me and my cousins.
-1 Serving of Mashed Potatoes- typical.
- Salad- no dressing.
- 1 slice of Pumpkin Cheesecake- Yummmmm.
-1 slice of Pumpkin Pie- also yum.
- 1 Cranberry/Coconut/Chocolate/and some other stuff Bar- this was new. My mom and sister created it...twas pretty good.
- Three cups of coffee- 1 was decaf!
-Several other beverages of the punch-like variety- gotta stay hydrated!
Okay, maybe not wholly well balanced and slightly lacking in protein, but I certainly didn't starve. So you can all stop worrying about me now. Onto Christmas we go!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
"DO YOU LIKE MICE AND BEANS?"
-Skippyjon Jones, Siamese Cat, Wannabe Chihuahua.
I dare you. Go check out his website. Go to a library and read his books. Buy them for all the small children in your lives.
Even if you find them highly childish, you will at least be chuckling to yourself as you read.
Friday, November 20, 2009
-Gas station "speed pass"- I get things done fast and as efficiently as possible
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
I have confessed before and I will confess again, I adore apple cider. I am not ashamed of my great love. And I do not mean that nasty stuff that comes in powder form in a little rectangular packet that you dump in some boiled water. No, no. That stuff is vile. It tastes like you are drinking...a holiday candle...
No, I mean the hot, steaming, in a chilled mug, at a fall fair, filled with spices that tickle your nose as they mix with the lingering scents of fried dough, onion rings and hay that fill the crisp air, kind.
But moments like that come just barely once a year. I love hot mulled cider WAY too much to sit around all year waiting for the perfect fair atmosphere.
So here is what I do. I make my own, easier version at home (like, minus giant carafe, the fair and the varied background scents). And it's pretty darned good, if I do say so myself. And I am about to share that method with you.
Here we go:
First you must get some apple cider- the average comes-in-a-gallon-at-your-local-grocery- store type.
Pour it into a microwaveable coffee mug and stick it in the microwave for Two and a Half minutes (really, you COULD do it in a pot on your stove top, but lets be realistic. This is the 21st century. The microwave generation. Of course I am telling you to put it in the microwave...)
While it's heating up get a tea ball - you know, one of those (http://http://www.accordtea.com/images/ac700px/infuser%20ball.jpg) little doodads for holding tea leaves- and fill it up with
- 8-10 whole cloves
- 1-2 cinnamon sticks, broken up (those little guys can be hard to break up, so if you decide to do it with say, a knife, and you hack off an appendage, I am not to be held accountable.)
Then get your cider out of the microwave, add in a "bloop" -we don't measure in my family...a bloop is like 1-2ish tablespoons - of Orange Juice (I personally like the pulpy kind but...whatever you want...).
Put the tea ball in and let those tasty little spice-y critters flavor up your cider for something like 3 minutes.
And then just like that, you have some mad good hot apple cider in your own personal mug and you didn't have to wait in line for it. If you want fried dough and onion rings, you get to figure that out yourself.
And just as I am not responsible for limb loss, I will also not be responsible if you make the mistake of putting the tea ball in the microwave. You heat it up, take it out and THEN put the metal ball in, safe away from radioactivity...
Don't say I didn't warn you.
And don't be scared. Cider flavoring is perfectly safe. Feel free to try this at home!
Absolute. Favorite. Song. Lyric.
This past week I couldn't find my ipod (found it yesterday, but its now uncharged...) so I was at the mercy of whatever CDs I had in my car as I drove to and from dust assassin destinations (I clean houses. But I find that is a boring job description so I refer to myself as the Dust Assassin), church, dance, other such things, and shopping trips for the new room. Recently, I have been listening to Skillet's latest album- Awake- which is phenomenal, but after hearing it over and over and over and over, I searched around my car for something I hadn't listened to in a while. My CD visor contained an album called "In the Name of Love," a bunch of Christian artists doing U2's songs as some sort of African fundraiser. I popped that in and it has kept me entertained over the last week.
I love U2.
I grew up listening to U2, one of my dad's favorite bands, and I formed a great appreciation for them. Their music is good, but their lyrics are just...amazing sometimes. As I said, that lyric up there is my all time favorite, and I know and like A LOT of songs.
I love music. Partly because I love it for its musical qualities, partly because I am a musician, and mostly because I can't bear silence. Or maybe I just enjoy destroying it...? I am always listening to something, singing something, or...talking to myself...but that's another post, so don't worry about it...
I cannot pick favorites well; picking favorite bands or favorite songs is a toughy. I have a really broad range in musical taste- my ipod contains everything from Heavy/Hardcore to Josh Groban, from Phantom of the Opera to 80's rock, Alternative to Irish Folk, Rap to Instrumental, Worship to Disney soundtracks...when I said broad, I seriously meant it.
But, I would have to say that Skillet is my FAVORITE band because I love John Coopers raspy, unique voice, I love their use of the keyboard mixed with heavy, grungy guitar parts, I am drawn symphonic-type rock (any song where there is a screaming/yelling dude with a violin in the background someplace...it's a winning situation), their lyrics are great, and I also like that their drummer is a girl.
But picking favorite songs is reaaaaalllly hard and it constantly changes. Current top fifteen;
- Whispers in the Dark- Skillet
- Comatose -Skillet
- Forgiven - Skillet
- Snow (Hey Oh)- Red Hot Chili Peppers
- So, In This Hour- The Rocket Summer
- Brat Pack- The Rocket Summer
- Shadows- RED
- Don't Stop Believin' - Journey
- Hot Air Balloon - Owl City
- Buffalo Solider - Bob Marley
- Ohh Ahh- Grits
- Sunday, Bloody Sunday- U2
- Amazing Because It Is- The Almost
- Starlight- Muse
- All Consuming Fire- Misty Edwards
Point of this post- I love music. And as a writer to the core, I especially love clever lyrics that make you think about something other than just noise coming out of someones mouth. Conversely, I can't stand lame lyrics that are meaningless or lyrics that happen to sound like 7 trillion other over-used/cliche-y songs.
You should too.
And if you have an fantastically clever lyrics in your own personal favorites, tell me. I'd love to hear 'em.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
"I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore I want them to turn black"
Friday, November 13, 2009
Here are some sweet photos taken by me, of me, or involving me, that will soon be finding their way onto my Sparrow Gray walls.
It took me forever to narrow my album of potential wall art down to just these few...I'll end up printing more and buying more frames, I assure you. There will end up being some sort of gallery; I must feed my addiction!
Black and white photos are totally worth it.
*ps: Pete has nothing to do with anything. I don't even know who Pete is, but it seems to me that a lot of people love him...? "OH FOR THE LOVE OF PETE?"
Thursday, November 12, 2009
When you have so many kids in one house you eventually run out of places to pack them in...
If something wasn't done, I would be sharing a room with 4, someday 5 sisters. OH GOLLY JOLLY ROGER!
So, we've expanded. Over the past 3 weeks or so we have been renovating our over-garage attic into a NEW and very much so IMPROVED room for TraLaLaLa and I, and man, it is AWESOME!
Somewhere within the next couple weeks we should (or Jimmy and Billy the highly skilled builders, I should say) be finishing it up...painting need to be finished, carpet needs to go in, furniture needs to be collected and painted black, stuff needs to be moved in, hammock needs to be suspended off the ceiling, beautiful things need to be hung on walls, etc etc etc. I AM SO EXCITED. I have never had so much space in my life and best of all, the ugly bunk bed of metal doom will finally be passed to some younger siblings and I will no longer have to see it!!!!! Plus the closet is the size of Rhode Island...
More pictures to come when everything is complete, but I figured I would give your curious minds a little taste of what has been going on in my room of newness. By the time it is done it will be a BEAUTIFUL black, gray, white and red (with a large vinyl pop of green cucumber couch) haven of artistic fantasticness.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Fear is crippling. Fear is no fun. I do no have time to be afraid, fear is a total waste. I have one life and I am going to live it as full as I possibly can. I am going to live my life to the hilt.
Sometimes you just have to jump.
*all photographs on this post by Jeffery Crandall, photographer extraordinaire*