Nightmare before Christmas

It has taken some courage, self understanding and humility to write this..... let's start at the beginning. 

I survived the supposed "Apocalypse", but barely managed to survive the Sunday morning before Christmas.  

[NOTE] When I wake up on Sunday mornings, I am most likely, subconsciously [in my head] singing, "Sunday Morning" by The Velvet Underground (unless I am incredibly hungover, in which case I take aspirin, a shot of bud light, champagne or in desperate situations, vodka -- fall back asleep and wake up later singing [in my head] "Sunny Afternoon" by The Kinks.)

This particular Sunday, I woke, rested.  Mimosa made by new roommate, BF sleeping late, I indulged in a chick flick on Netflix... catching up with my best friend on the phone, PERFECT.... but I digress. 

Nightmare before Christmas showed it's sweet little wicked face around 11:14 am.  I saw it's eye out the corner of mine.  Army crawling towards my favorite screen door, leading to my outdoor sanctuary- was a mouse.

With tears already in my eyes and anxiety in my chest I was somehow able to squeak the words to Sean that I saw a mouse.

[Mind you:  our neighbors on the first floor have described this experience to us before... and yet, because of our location, I never even winced thinking a mouse would come in OUR house.]

After crumbling bookshelves, tears & frantic calls to my mother, unanswered knocks on neighbors doors, and the hugest dining room renovation known to man, we caught the this little pest on an adhesive pad. Feet stuck to adhesive like the Woolly Mammoth's stuck in the La Brea Tar Pits, this mouse screamed.... something I in no way have the capacity to handle.

Luckily, Sean isn't as fearful or humane as I am... And was able to rid our home of this terror within moments.

Now, looking back, I think this was the last act of 2012 terrorizing me.  A year full of surprises, accidents, tests of strength & faith.... 2012 was a demon.

I was rear-ended twice... two cars totalled.  Sean broke his neck diving into a pool.  My grandma dealt with numerous health issues from cancer to a broken back.  My patience were tested by friends, work, and god almost daily.... [the good news?  I survived... and so did Sean & my grandma]

So far in 2013, I can say with conviction, "it's much better than last."  At least in the department of rodents.  I have yet to see another mouse... and for that, I'm thankful.

Cheers to a happy & successful twenty-thirteen. 

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Ancient Inspiration -- Part Un

I've had my black MacBook for approximately 8 years and it still works like a gem.  Friend's laptops, much younger than mine have crashed, sending all those memories, term papers, photos, songs and iChat histories into the black abyss that is a "crashed hard drive," however my little black computer has survived years of inappropriate restarting, fists on the keyboard, dead batteries & memory overload.... like a champ.  [thinking: now is probably the perfect time to "knock on wood"]

I recently went through old files.  Folders labeled "skinny" and "shit" on my desktop and this is what I found.  8 years of nonsense, that I still feel is completely irreplaceable. 

                                              

   



My obsession with Nicole Richie &the Olsen Twins.... archives of paparazzi shots.  [slight shame]











This is still a look I completely love -- [reminder:  search for those shades on eBay ASAP] ----->









  


Kristen Dunst in the look book for Band Of Outsiders.    Amazing!

Photos of me eating cup of noodles... and somehow trying, desperately, to artify/beautify bad eating habits combined with lazy days.  





And so, I leave you with that.  The archives of a mad, crazy, white woman who believes in paparazzi photos, the fashion trends from "many summers ago", Vietnamese snacks, and cliff hangers.  To be continued in part deux.  [work with me -- it took 8 years to compile these nonsense files, I should at least release them in parts.]

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