tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21123868566938222042024-03-13T13:46:14.504-07:00.Adie.Designer of Things. Lover of life.Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-7727863971655367292012-06-04T19:49:00.001-07:002012-06-04T19:53:14.386-07:00Spaces we Ignore, But we Never Forget<span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">When I was a little girl, I had my very own key to my very own house. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It was a brown house, it was made of wood, it was square, it had a cool roof and I built it with my Dad. I guess it became what us adults might call a "playhouse". But, when I was a little girl, I had my very own key to my very own house, you see.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It had fold down bunk beds</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">A fold down work table</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">2x4 shelves everywhere</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Operable, push-out windows</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">A spy window in the front door</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Styrofoam insulation</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Quilted curtains</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Carpet </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">And my very favorite…</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">a secret trap door</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This place was MY place. It had a lock on the door, and I had the key.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">If I wanted to paint it, I would paint it. If my friends and me wanted to write on the walls, we would. If I wanted to sleep in there all by myself, I would. I would take my walkie talkie and my cat, and we would sleep down there. It was just my size. And it was mine.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My Dad taught me innumerable skills when we were building that house of mine. I remember my frustration with him when he told me we couldn't put a roof on it until I used the Pythagorean theorem to calculate the length of the rafters. I remember how I would cry and beg him to just do it for me. But I also remember how trigonometry was sort of a breeze in High School, I also remember how it feels to get head-high deep in a subject and know the ins and outs of something. I now know that if I ever want to do <i>anything</i> in this world, I can. If ten year old me can draw scaled blue prints, calculate the length of her own house's rafters, hammer all of the nails, and put on every shingle, I can absolutely handle anything else that comes my way. Absolutely.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I think it was there that I learned about independence. I remember how scared I was, as I took the short trek from my parents' down to mine. It's maybe a 20 yard distance, but you know, there were mountain lions, snakes, scorpions, raccoons, dragons, skunks, javelina and scary lizards out there just waiting for little old me…right? It was on those walks that I learned to navigate the line between my vivid imagination and what was real. It was on those short walks that I learned that if I was too scared, I could always go home, but the best thing to do was to do it on my own.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Today, when I wandered down there to that house of mine again for the first time in years, I found little reminders of these lessons scattered everywhere. The lanterns still had batteries in them, the books were still next to the bed, the lipsmakers still in the medicine cabinet. Shoot, there was even still trash left in the trash can. So I sat in that little time machine of mine, I walked around and bumped my head on the ceiling, and I took pictures of those little spots that were so big to me then. The spots in that tiny space that taught me lessons. The places that I may have ignored in the passed 10 or so years, but I have never forgotten. The glow-in-the dark paint still in the tube, the magnets still neatly placed inside the medicine cabinet, the little birdhouse that I was making, the book that I read in there when I was in college and was scared to grow up…the bracelet my friend made from a toothbrush. All of those things make all of me. </span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">And I gotta say, when that time comes in my life and I'm ready to have kids of my own, we're going to build them their own 'houses'. I want to teach them what my Dad taught me, when we built mine together. I want them to know that anything is possible, that they have the power within them to do anything they want. That I'm here to help, I'm here to guide…but their best friend is themselves, and their own beautiful minds can take them anywhere.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Oh, and that toothbrush bracelet I mentioned way up there? I'm rocking it right now as I sit in my queen-size 'adult' bed, in my 'adult' apartment, and I don't think I'm going to take it off. When I look at it now, as I go about my 'complicated' and 'hectic' 'adult' life, it will remind me that I really haven't come that far…that I'm still doing the same stuff that my Dad helped me learn when I was a little girl…when I had my very own key to my very own house.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This is the bracelet...reminding me to not take life so seriously...in the middle of my grownup jewelry. That's what adornment is all about to me, but that's for another post ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I think this post about lessons I learned from my Dad shall join <a href="http://adriasmith.blogspot.com/2011/08/minerals-for-mom.html">this</a> post about lessons I learned from my Mom <3 </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I hope you are all having a great day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">xoxo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Adie </span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-29786428759925902102012-04-08T16:13:00.001-07:002012-04-08T16:13:26.991-07:00It's a beautiful day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'm sitting here enjoying this amazing Arizona Spring day, about to head out to a little sewing group and an early Easter dinner so I thought I'd check in and give you a teeny tiny update: </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'm a little late on posting this, but my Android-owning self hopped on the Instagram train the other day!! Find me using this screen name: @adie_ if you'd like :)</span></span><br />
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<div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Two:</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Happy happy happy Spring, and for those that celebrate, happy Easter!</span></span><br />
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<div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="color: white;">Three:</span>:</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Remember when I was freaking out about Titanic 3D <a href="http://adriasmith.blogspot.com/2011/12/excited-adie.html">here</a>? Welp, I don't know if <a href="http://sometimessweet.blogspot.com/">Danielle</a> and I could have enjoyed it more. For those of you that have seen it too, wasn't it MUCH crazier in 3D? I have a strange fascination/mortal fear of large vessels inside and outside of large bodies of water, so when key horrible events were happening related to the above, I was seriously shaking in my boots (Danielle and probably half of the theater can attest to that!)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Aside from that, I also really loved that Danielle and I made a point to re-analyze the movie even though both of us have seen it countless times throughout our lives. I guess it was really special to re-watch it through our new life 'lenses' and see which heart strings were tugged now that we're older and have new priorities in life. </span></span><br />
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<div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Four:</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'm making headway in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Just-Kids-Patti-Smith/dp/0060936223/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1333923338&sr=8-1">Patti Smith's book, Just Kids</a>. It's amazing, and I'm really going to hate the day I finish it. The writing comes across with such ease that it seems like she is one of my good friends. When I read books like that it really infiltrates my life. So much so, that I have to resist the strange urge to tell her life stories as if they are my own, or those of a good friend..."Oh, you're reading a Ginsberg book? Well, when I first met him, he thought I was a boy and bought me a sandwich!" ahahaha ;) If you haven't already, I really recommend it.</span></span><br />
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<div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Five:</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Mixed blessing alert! I didn't pass a placement test for school (for those of you that don't know, I'm getting my post-baccalaureate certification in Elementary Education...more on that in a future post) which would have allowed me to take my final 3 classes in the program. This means that I will have to push back those classes until the Fall, which is when I'd planned on finishing the whole shebang and when I'd hoped to be doing my student teaching...a big fat delay in my whole process. BIG BUMMER, right? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Well, I'm just saying fughheettabooout it! I can' change it, so I might as well embrace it as a beautiful opportunity to work harder in the studio. So, I've decided I'm going to produce a Spring/Summer <a href="http://www.adiemade.com/">Adiemade</a> update. Keep those beautiful eyeballs peeled, because I have a few great one of a kind and other special pieces in the works. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'd better get back out there and enjoy this beautiful weather! I hope you all are as well and are having the most amazing day evvaaarrrr!!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">xoxo,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Adie</span></span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-50087450017398281632012-03-03T22:40:00.000-08:002012-03-03T22:40:17.523-08:00Happiness is<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxGazKmY5nI3A6bOcU7rahM5Z-MBsD6ixTTirTZQ6KL-hrX36UvKL8-_JztF_JBQVyeM4MSCa-0E4eom-4R3uI3T6b791WKxskfPvfQqWexHtcv1lTPCPpZVVvUudmtAEj9c7XCxPMiI/s1600/happyadie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxGazKmY5nI3A6bOcU7rahM5Z-MBsD6ixTTirTZQ6KL-hrX36UvKL8-_JztF_JBQVyeM4MSCa-0E4eom-4R3uI3T6b791WKxskfPvfQqWexHtcv1lTPCPpZVVvUudmtAEj9c7XCxPMiI/s640/happyadie.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">A 60 degree day on the 3rd of March</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">A "Hello, life is beautiful" kind of day</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">One filled with children</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">with love</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">and with chocolate</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lots</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">of</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">chocolate</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Where there are hammocks and swings</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">teepees and chickens</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">soda pop and fresh baked cookies</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">cows and horses</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">and ipods and wiis</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">beer and spagetthi</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">ponds and wiener dogs </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Where this family that you totally love...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">discusses "remember when"s and "that one time"s</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">And you listen</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">and you're grateful</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">for that little kid over there spilling soda on the floor</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">for his killer score in the Michael Jackson Experience</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">for the...I hope it's chocolate...stuck to your laundry</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">the Adele sing along sessions</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">the underdogs</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">learning the Thriller dance with your boyfriend's Mom</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">and all of the laughs</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">and every single smile</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today was Addison's sister and neice's birthday party in Skull Valley. It was beautiful. Just what I needed. Happy birthday to Shauna and Sophia! Love you! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">xoxo,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Adie</span></span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-50789086513115749572012-01-05T19:53:00.000-08:002012-01-05T21:03:00.452-08:00Hi, 2012!<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">So, I took forever to begin writing this post.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> I really wanted it to be amazing...it's a post about the new year, after all. I wanted to encapsulate my year of 2011. I wanted to scrawl and scratch out all of it. The beautiful and the ugly. The tiny, stunning memories I wanted to hold on to forever.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I wanted to write about how much better 2012 will be, because it's always supposed to be 'better', right? Oh boy. I wanted to do that.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">But, you know what? I'm not gonna.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Because, when I sat down to get it all out, to shower the interwebs with all of 2011's beautifully complicated intricacies as I bid it adieu and welcomed in 2012, all I could come up with was this:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"2011 was...hhmmm...like any other year."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Good, bad, ugly,</span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> serendipitous</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">, beautiful, horrible, incredible, normal, new, old....all the time</span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">In 2011, I lived. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It's a strange place to be in, this 5-days-into-a-new-year sorta place. It feels like we're commanded to be either saying goodbye to the past or welcome the future with open arms. I mean we have all of the "year in reviews", the "best of" stuff, the resolutions, all of the "this year I will....", but where is the RIGHT NOW?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Well, you guys, here is my now:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Hearing my sweet love saying, "I</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> love you. You make me happy<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">." while he cooks a beautiful meal with this beautiful song filling my heart and my ears. Squeezing him tight in our cute, cramped, yellow paint filled kitchen. It's out of a movie and it's right here.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This sweet boy of mine and a small group of friends sure did have a beautiful time saying hello to 2012, though, I'll tell you what. But this year felt different. Maybe it's because it was 'drama'-free. Maybe it's because I'm getting older. Maybe it's just because. But this time it was all about being present. Being present and grateful for it all.</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> So, this year, if I 'resolve' to do anything, it'll be to be more grateful for all of the beautiful moments I experience every single day of every single week, in every single month in every single year....while they're happening ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">xoxo,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Adie</span></span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-53145490474853521402012-01-01T20:24:00.000-08:002012-01-01T20:24:33.178-08:00A little late...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hiiiiiii!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, this is awkward... I know Christmas was soooo last year and all, but I'm finally out of the holiday craze cloud, missing you all and ready to share the few holiday pictures I've been squirreling away for the past few weeks or so! Yay!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Better late than never, as they say ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">This year, Addison and I decided to have our lover's Christmas celebration early, and boy was that siiiiccckkk! The whole time we were sipping on our "Christmas eve" drinks getting in the spirit, I kept thinking to myself "How cool is it being an adult and just deciding we can have Christmas early if we wanna?" So rad.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">On the real Christmas morning, we celebrated with our families and then finished off the night with a trip to the world's largest gingerbread village which just so happens to be in my hometown! I swear that it gets bigger and better every year, and this year was no exception. My heart seriously melts when we walk through those little houses, and I feel a huge amount of calm (as silly as this probably sounds) when I think about the time people take out of their lives to bond with each other in making these candy confections. Amazing! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">So anyway, just in case some of you were out there sitting in front of your computer thinking, "man, I'd really like to look at some more Christmas pictures...like, bad", then you're in the right place ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I hope everyone is finding this year to be beautiful and inspiring, and I'll be back soon soon soon (as in probably tomorrow) with my photographs from New Years! xoxo</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">-Adie</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-90105359180429804392011-12-05T19:16:00.000-08:002011-12-05T19:20:42.659-08:00Excited Adie<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hi everyone!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">December has been a pretty great month already. I can feel it in my bones, guys. This is going to be one for the books.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><b>Here are some things that have me pumped this month (so far):</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Already we have gotten a good amount of snow</span>, which equals LOTS of Adie grumbles. More importantly, however, this also equals lots of quality time with mah man friend. We've been drinking wine, getting <i>all</i> wild and crazy, and doing cool stuff like watching <i>Titanic</i> (we are WILD, I say! Wild!). Speaking of, raise your hand if you're as excited as I am for <i>Titanic</i> 3D to come to theaters in 2012? That right there is reason enough to count down until next year, amirightoramiright ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Got this flat out <b>righteous</b> screen shot the other day. Quick! Name that B list celebrity!(wait, C list?) </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">ANNNNDDD, remember when I mentioned how hard I've been working in my studio? Well, I made another update to <a href="http://www.adiemade.bigcartel.com/">Adiemade</a> and I'm pretty darn excited about it. There are more to come, so stay tuned. I gotta say, when fun things start a-brewin'</span></span> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">for me in my creative mind, I can not even begin to tell you how centered and balanced it makes me feel in every.single.other.area of my life. Amazing! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I also went ahead and created an <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Adiemade/255632134497524">Adiemade Facebook</a> page, so if you all are on there and would like to recieve more regular updates about my jewelry, hop over there and become a pal! I'm not going to give tooooo much away right here, but let's just say I have a couple of surprises up my sleeve that FB pals will want to keep up with, if you know what I'm saying ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I hope December has you all as excited as I am! As always, thanks for stopping by.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">xoxo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Adie</span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-3664796242479047302011-12-01T12:31:00.000-08:002011-12-02T17:47:59.186-08:00Grateful for it all<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">November was a real doosie for me(by the way, THANK YOU to everyone for your kind words on my last post!)...it was filled with really high highs and really low lows. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Now that it's officially December and all, a part of me would really like to say "alright, November, I wash my hands of you" and move right along, but </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">I feel that I have to take a minute and be thankful for that dang ol November anyway. Sure, November 2011 tested the SHIT out of me. Sure, it gave me some serious curves in the road but that's all they were. Tests and curves. And did I pass? YES! And did I make it around each and every one of those sick little twists? Yes I did! So, here's to <i>that</i>, and making some damn tasty lemonade if you know what I mean.</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><i>A few things I am grateful November gave me:</i></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Studio time almost every day and working on the new <a href="http://www.adiemade.com/">Adiemade</a> collection with the passion it deserves.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">My sweet, loving, patient boyfriend and his love for cooking. My soul thrives on it, I swear.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">I love photobooth-what can I say?, a stunning way to wake up, Dog-sitting the coolest wiener dog in all of AZ, Irvin Rex</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This is what I'm looking forward to in December:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Pouring more passion into <a href="http://www.adiemade.com/">Adiemade</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Making time each day for tea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Eating. LOTS.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Watching "Captain Ron" and "Overboard" more</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Retaking my math assessments and <i>not</i> failing (anyone wanna tutor me over the internet? haha)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Leaving more and more space for gratitude in every area of my life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Having my family in one place again</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Resuming video chat dates with my long-distance best pals</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">xoxo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Adie </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-19710035369069845092011-08-16T12:25:00.000-07:002011-08-26T16:12:53.732-07:00I love my home<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Have you ever looked up at the sky right at dusk and felt like you could <i>taste</i> the billows above you? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Like the puffs of water vapor and fractals of sun would taste like buttery lemon pound-cake with creme on top...strawberry cheesecake smothered in a sugary glaze</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Or give you that sweet sweet sensation of raspberry meringue lightly disintegrating on your toungue? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">That sky above you tastes like angel-food cake </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">airy and light</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">floating along</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">dipping into piles of strawberries, lemons, and powdered sugar </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">like the finest creme brule </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">with its sugar crystals dancing like sugar plum fairies...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">aaaalll over your taste buds</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">...do those clouds ever make your mouth water?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Have you ever looked up at the sky right at dusk and felt like you could <i>feel</i> the billows above you? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Like the finest Egyptian cotton...1500 thread count...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">wrapped around you with a cool touch</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Like turning over the pillow in the middle of the night</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">being kissed by the cold side</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Like the love of your life</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">snuggling up close as the sun rises and the temperature drops</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">wrapping their arms and legs around you</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">pulling those sheets up high</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Everything is clean</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Everything is calm</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Everything is bright</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Everything is beautiful</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">That, my friends, is the Arizona sunset. Mystical.magical. every.single.day.No editing. No filters. No "hipsta" or "insta". This is AZ.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I love my home.</span></span><br />
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Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-82949505074560495132011-08-02T13:08:00.000-07:002011-08-02T13:08:04.073-07:00Minerals for Mom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsdGZ7irYqZGP_rjmq5kalrdLNuGNknn1kLmdb4oNJ81EB07I0sHA8SDTqOgK5qfScEUZPauADgB2BhAvws9s-pSMaZxueTGpwIFMwR95zPlQLiPiAGHDK4Y7QgPTo1LKzn4oYwy5rKg/s1600/DSCN4327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsdGZ7irYqZGP_rjmq5kalrdLNuGNknn1kLmdb4oNJ81EB07I0sHA8SDTqOgK5qfScEUZPauADgB2BhAvws9s-pSMaZxueTGpwIFMwR95zPlQLiPiAGHDK4Y7QgPTo1LKzn4oYwy5rKg/s640/DSCN4327.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup2TySBRWsd_7elmg1jnidhxEUf4b_bgkLTiW7YNzCyrZtMtHtYwbi_yHIkMqiSlDcqqqLjnBCIpbsmvm944KFAmts2JwbMU0qQ-cWEdTXViywaF9lUW4N1yLrDAYyS1dEpQvllv_rug/s1600/image-preview-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup2TySBRWsd_7elmg1jnidhxEUf4b_bgkLTiW7YNzCyrZtMtHtYwbi_yHIkMqiSlDcqqqLjnBCIpbsmvm944KFAmts2JwbMU0qQ-cWEdTXViywaF9lUW4N1yLrDAYyS1dEpQvllv_rug/s640/image-preview-2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My Mom appreciated the little things</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My Mom told me the story of rocks</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Of Turquoise, Agate, Opal, Pearl, Citrine, Schist, Tourmaline, Obsidian, Quartz.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Of fossils, of petrified wood, of Diamands, of Pearls.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Of way too many life lessons learned in the most abstract ways...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">We would drive along the highway and she would slow way down sometimes to stare at the cuts made in the mountains. She would tell me about each layer, how slow and fascinating the process was that formed our Earth. Igneous, sedimentary, metamorphic...I learned those words before 1st grade, and I felt like I was there as it was all happening...the heat, the pressure, water and wind...synchronicity and harmony...resistance and struggle...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This weekend I took her beautiful spirit with me to a local Gem and Mineral show, just like the ones we used to go to when I was young. My best friend and I scanned each and every booth in the college gymnasium where it was held. We blushed and exclaimed at times, unable to contain our amazement. We saw all of the raw rocks and minerals, all of the polished and unpolished precious and semi-precious stones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I couldn't help it as I gravitated towards a Turquoise ring with the most beautiful coloring. The patina on the Silver seemed to speak to me and before I knew it, I turned to Becky and said "I need to buy this". As I caught the eye of the woman behind the table, she smiled and said she thinks it's a piece from the 40's, and that the Turquiose is from Southern Colorado. I cried a little as I thought of my Momma. That's where she grew up. I bought it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This is probably a lot for me to be letting out here on the interweb, and I may end up deleting this because this whole thing is hard...really hard. But for now it feels good to get it out there. No matter what, this will be good for me. For all of us, maybe?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Turquoise is one of my connections to my Mother. When I was small and she would leave the house for a meeting or an event, I would go into her room and take out all of her jewelry and wear it. After her passing, I wear each day a piece from that beautiful collection of hers and it's usually Turquoise. It brings protection and support. And its hers. So, that day I bought a Turquoise ring of my own...with my own money...something that spoke to me...and <i>that</i> means something to me. Something huge. It means now that I can wear her protection with my own, that I am finally starting to see the grief process pay off. That I am starting to find my legs, my feet, and feel my own path as a woman emerge. For that, I am grateful and I'll continue to wear my rocks with pride. I take her everywhere in those bracelets she left for me. So, when people tell me they like my jewelry or they just love Turquoise I tell them "thank you. I do too." ...She does too. I love my Mommy always and forever and she's not going anywhere as long as she's on my wrists.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Thank you, sweet friends, for reading. Intense, I know. But hopeful. I do have hope. So much love to you all, and I hope your Tuesday brings beauty to your life. xoxo</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-44692544550624742182011-07-31T17:25:00.000-07:002011-07-31T17:37:44.884-07:00We're lovers and we love to cook.<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My boyfriend Addison knows his way around the kitchen...and into my heart(insert jealousy/envy/whatever here, I'm grateful and lucky! hehe ;) and his passion for cooking has slowly started to trickle into my life too. If any of you are pals of mine on Facebook or Twitter, chances are you have already gotten many a glimpse into that part of our relationship (the one that happens in the kitchen) and have also probably asked us for recipes or tips or what have you. Well, wait no longer buddies! We decided we'd start sharing photographs and recipes of our adventures in the kitchen with all of you right here, and that we'd make a little date-night out of it, too. How's that for mutually beneficial? Eh?</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZxgdkus3_f5f2D_grpfUHwCv6RwREG2dbYui-TdFF1Wkw_zcQsxl7aeEVyLbrMPnOR-06w2X1wTzUHr6q-f1UQvSMDbvZEfiJuqnUP2mHE94um8Jg_pVf22R2OmKzIw29WZ6a_u1wRxQ/s1600/zuchedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZxgdkus3_f5f2D_grpfUHwCv6RwREG2dbYui-TdFF1Wkw_zcQsxl7aeEVyLbrMPnOR-06w2X1wTzUHr6q-f1UQvSMDbvZEfiJuqnUP2mHE94um8Jg_pVf22R2OmKzIw29WZ6a_u1wRxQ/s640/zuchedit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">For this meal, being that it's Summer in Arizona and all, we wanted something sort of on the light side with minimal stove-slaving. Also, I was craving zucchini for no dang reason at all. I wanted to prepare an old standard of mine (zucchini with ricotta, pine nuts, garlic and lemon) but then we realized we're poor as dirt and pine nuts are plenty spendy. Enter <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ellie-krieger/grilled-zucchini-rolls-with-herbs-and-cheese-recipe/index.html">Foodnetwork.com</a> and their super snazzy appetizer recipe for Grilled Zucchini rolls with herbs and cheese. <i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i>Side note: I don't know about you guys, but when I was a kid and my parents would let me order a bad ass appetizer like bruschetta or nachos for dinner instead of a meal, I felt like the Queen of the Universe...that feeling never goes away, apearently. So tonight we dined like royalty and had appetizers for dinner. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">(recipe adapted from <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ellie-krieger/grilled-zucchini-rolls-with-herbs-and-cheese-recipe/index.html">this</a> one. Our very few edits will be seen in italics) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">3 zucchini (about 1/2 pound each), sliced lengthwise into 1/4-inch slices</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">1 tablespoon olive oil</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">1/8 teaspoon salt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Pinch freshly ground black pepper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">1 1/2 ounces reduced-fat soft goat's cheese <span style="color: #999999;"><i>(if you're a cheese addict like me, don't be stingy here...throw in at least 2-3 oz)</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">1 tablespoon freshly minced <strike>parsley leaves</strike></span> <i style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Dill leaves</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">1/2 teaspoon lemon juice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">2 cups baby spinach leaves</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">1/3 cup basil leaves</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><i style="color: #999999;">little sprinkle of onion powder </i></span><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: small;">Would also be delicious with a little bit of prosciutto or tomato tapenade rolled up in there, too.</span></span></i><br />
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<div class="instructions" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><div class="instruction"><span style="font-size: small;"> <strike>Discard</strike> <span style="color: #999999;"><i>Save </i></span>the outermost slices of zucchini <span style="color: #999999;"><i>for an omelet or something </i></span>and brush the rest of the slices with the oil on both sides. Season with salt and pepper. Place on a preheated grill or grill pan for about 4 minutes on each side, or until tender.</span></div><span style="font-size: small;">In a small bowl combine the goat cheese, <strike>parsley leaves</strike> <span style="color: #999999;"><i>dill leaves, onion powder,</i></span> and lemon juice, mashing with a fork.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Put 1/2 teaspoon of the cheese mixture about 1/2-inch from the end of a zucchini slice. Top with a few spinach leaves and 1 small, or half of a large basil leaf. Roll up and place seam side down on a platter. Repeat with the rest of the zucchini slices. </span><br />
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<div style="color: #999999;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Tips from Adie and Addy:</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #999999;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">This recipe was sssuuuppper easy, so there isn't a lot to change! The main thing I would note is when slicing the zucchini, try to be as consistent with the slices as possible and keep em thin...1/4 inch as recommended is a little on the thick side, so I'd aim for 1/8. Also, don't be afraid to get those slices super floppy (it'll help you with the whole rolling part of this activity).</span></i></div><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="color: #999999;">Happy cooking!</i></span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I'm starting a new series over here on the Adie blog. </i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>This week, I'm talking about something near and dear to my heart... "The Simpsons" and how while watching just one episode this morning, breakfast burrito in hand, with my boyfriend next to me, I became motivated (I mean, I'm still on the couch and all...but hey, I </i>feel<i> motivated...isn't that enough? Hahaa). Each installment will feature something or someone else that motivates me...so, without further ado, here is round one. How The Simpsons inspired me this morning. </i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">In "real life" we have <u>Chicken Soup for the Soul</u>, Deepak Chopra, The <u>Happiness Project</u> (a good read, guys), Oprah, and <u>The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People</u>. In <i>The Simpsons</i>, they have Brad Goodman, "Smoke yourself Thin", "Do What you Feel Day", "Adjusting your Self-o-Stat" and "Get confidence, Stupid". Now, what <i>The Simpsons </i>also has is Bart, Homer, Lisa, Marge and Maggie. And Santa's Little Helper. And Mo. And Larry. And Krusty...etc etc. So, we watch how they all interact on the boob-tube, right? We laugh, we mock, we cringe, and man...we all probably think "wow, whatever those writers are on, give me some, cause seriously, WHO thinks of this stuff!?". Well, here's the deal. I took a step back and looked around....</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> We ALL have our own Bart in our lives. We all have Homer, Lisa, Marge and Maggie...they're probably sitting right next to you as you're reading this (Hi, Homer!). We ALL get excited over little things, just as Homer did when reading an add for a free trampoline in the newspaper, we all have weird hair days just like Marge does every day, we all <i>want</i> to say "I just do what I want" ala Bart, we all have moments where we feel like we're the only one that's not a nincompoop just like Lisa does, we all get proven wrong...just like Lisa does, and we all want snacks sometimes so bad we feel like we could lose an arm reaching into a vending machine and just not care, like Homer. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">I guess I have a few points to make here. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">1. when you boil it down, life is simple. There is no need for artifice, faking it, or any sort of inauthentic acts , because </span><span style="font-size: small;">as I just saw in this episode...one minute you can feel like a God, and the next minute you realize you're sitting on an ice cream sandwich.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">2. In Springfield, they had a "Do What You Feel" Festival in honor of Bart's outlook on life, and I gotta say... that sounds pretty good right now. So, why not guys!? Why don't we all stop saying "no" to things, and start saying "yes" to stuff that makes us happy. Let down our guards and run in the sprinklers naked, pick up a little pebble and keep it with you always just cause it makes you happy,laugh as loud as you want at whatever you want, and just sit on that swingset and swiiiinnnggg for hours, until you get sick. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. </span><span style="font-size: small;">It's also important to remember "doing what you want" really means just THAT. Nothing more, nothing less.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> I don't know, I could say the typical stuff here and say "do something crazy, cause life is short"...but I don't agree. I think that life is <i>rich</i>, and life is <i>real, </i>so if sitting on the couch eating donuts and watching "Clueless" makes you happy, than that is "crazy" enough! As Bart says "I'm blue. Time for my patented spitting off of the overpass."...simple as that.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">4. You know how when you're dating a new guy and people sometimes tell you "love him for who he is now, not who you think he'll be later" or something like that? Well, same thing for YOU. Take Homer, for example. He has Marge who loves him even though he sticks weird things in electrical sockets and shit. But he also seems to have such a good level of self confidence just as he is...so take it from him...self love first :)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</style></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-13936276153053631022011-07-25T19:19:00.000-07:002011-07-25T19:19:27.146-07:00Guest Post!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Welp, I'm brewing up some awesome things over here on ye ol blog. In the meantime, check me out on my girl Danielle's blog, <a href="http://sometimessweet.com/">Sometimes Sweet.</a> Stoked! Hope you all are having a great night and I'll be back with some neat posts soon!...do I smell a little DIY, too? Hmmm...stay tuned, sweet people :)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">xoxo,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Adie</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my most radical Farmer's Market scores...prettiest onions evvvaarr!</td></tr>
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</span></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-21920268657987273872011-07-09T12:53:00.000-07:002011-07-09T13:04:23.344-07:00Design Crush: William Haines<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Dear</span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Mr. Haines,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'm sorry to admit this, but I just recently fell in love with your work. Sure, I'd heard about you on the street and stuff, and in design school people sung your praises. But it wasn't until an awesome customer at work shared his passion for your work with me that I really started seeing my feelings shift in your direction. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Now, Billy (can I call you that?), first I have to tell you I am proud of you. Being openly gay in the 1920's and being one of the most famous silent film actors at the time? Yep, nothing but proud of you. When MGM dropped your contract in 1930 because of your refusal to deny your sexual orientation...I gotta say, knowing that you remained proud and stuck to your guns, fills me with hope. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">At that point, you turned away from film forever and let your design talents soar. This is where my heart flutters....You designed interiors for Joan Crawford, Gloria Swanson, Carole Lombard, George Cukor,(who were all your friends from your film days),Betsy Bloomingdale, </span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Nancy and Ronald Reagan, and Leonore Annenberg, to name a few. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Billy, let's talk about your furtniture. While you were one of the biggest to popularize the "Hollywood Regency" style, I admire your ability to span so many different (although they are all modern) design styles, such as "California Modern", "Mid Century Modern" and "American Modern". Billy, you were a rule breaker! You combined Antiques with Modern pieces, and English and Continental furniture which was a major shake up for your times...man after my own heart, you are!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">William Haines, your life's work is inspiring. Your story is inspiring. Your lifestyle is inspiring. YOU are inspiring. To be a man that struggled with the predominating culture, still coming out of it with a partner who loves you, a career that is inspiring to current designers everywhere (uuhh, ME! For one), and to have a true legacy that continues even after your death? WOW. Take <i>that</i>, MGM studios! You clearly didn't need them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">And now, I will share some photos so we can all drool.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Handsome, to boot! Lucky Mr. Shields. <a href="http://www.things-and-other-stuff.com/movies/ephemera/fan-photos-1.html">Source</a></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pull Up Chair<span id="goog_2070272238"></span><span id="goog_2070272239"></span>. <a href="http://www.swanklighting.com/category/wordpress-tag/william-haines">Source</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Valentine Sofa. <a href="http://www.williamhaines.com/furniture.php">Source</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ice Crystal Wall Sconce. <a href="http://severeglam.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-crystal-wall-sconces-william-hanes.html">Source</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Modern man, modern design. <a href="http://www.williamhaines.com/interiors.php">Source</a></td></tr>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"You can hide things behind veils and ruffles, but when you come to simplicity, the truth comes out." -</span></i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">William Haines</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"The only real freedom we have left is the home. Only there can we express anything we want." -</span></i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">William Haines</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">XoXo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Adie </span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-23967131954239260472011-07-05T10:53:00.001-07:002011-07-05T11:43:10.304-07:00Had to Post This Gem of a Photograph<div style="font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63692584@N03/5892957716/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Had to Post This Gem of a Photograph"><img alt="Had to Post This Gem of a Photograph by adiebug" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5120/5892957716_e2a1e42cef.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">My Gal Molly and me posing red carpet style at the Vibe Magazine B.E.T Awards Mixer. This is just after our Project Accessory casting in LA. Yeeeepppp!</span></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-32576546538344334972011-06-30T00:05:00.000-07:002011-09-30T20:25:42.730-07:00Sooo...I just auditioned for a Television Show.<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wow. I just did that. Wait, really? Yep, I did.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">So, remember how I asked you guys to cross your fingers at the end of <a href="http://adriasmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/20-years-of-friendship.html">this post</a>? Well, it was because I was anxiously awaiting the day I would try out for Lifetime's newest <i>Project Runway</i> spin-off called <i>Project Accessory</i>. Yep, Project-flipping-Runway for my jewelry creations!? Adie, on TV? Adie, driving to Los Angeles on a whim to audition for TELEVISION, of all things? Whaaa? EEeeee!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Let me begin. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I had my birthday on June 11th, and not even three days later I came home and saw a message from my friend from College, Rich. He said he thought of me for an email he'd recieved from the casting crew of a new Lifetime show called <i>Project Accessory</i>. The email was sent to people at my school asking for alumni or current students that were passionate about accessory design and would be good on TV. Commence freaking out...right..HERE. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">First thing I did was write back thanking him one million times for even thinking about me (it was an open call, but had he not messaged me, I never would have known about it...), and then I texted <a href="http://www.sometimessweet.blogspot.com/">Danielle</a> saying I thought I was going to just do it. Why not, right? This was all before I'd even really thought it out, but from the get-go I had no qualms...all I envisioned was one big, fat, huge, ginormous OPEN DOOR so I jumped on. Of course, since I'd already told Danielle (let's not forget she's one of the biggest supporters in my life, and one of the most passionate go-getters I know) and I was already stoked, I knew of no other way to turn but in the direction of this casting call. So I began. I called my boyfriend, my best friend, my Dad, sent it out to the twitter-verse (because once it's out there on Twitter and all, you KNOW there ain't no turnin back! haha!), and immediately got the weekend off of work.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">riiiiggghhtt as I left the door for the casting call</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Now the tough stuff starts in. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My portfolio was in shambles, I had a website, but I had grown out of it in the past year since graduation, and I had way too many ideas that I'd yet to create. But I didn't let it bog me down. I was filled with forward momentum, a positive outlook and an attitude that didn't allow me to turn back, even for a second. My friends dropped everything to do photo shoots for me (Thanks Becky and Danielle!), my co-workers gathered around and gave me hugs, open ears and took my shifts, my sister gave me awesome legal advice (totally on my level and everything!?), and my Dad encouraged me while also giving me bits of Dad-logic (where would I be without that, anyway?). And you know what? The biggest thing that helped me through was picturing my Mom smiling...oh, that smile...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">So, I fixed my website(check it out hereeeee: <a href="http://www.adiemade.com/">www.adiemade.com</a>). I made two new pieces, I created a portfolio that for the first time ever in my life I was actually happy with, continued to work, and was the busiest that I'd been since I was killing myself with all-nighters back in art school. Let's just say that, even if something catastrophic happened and I couldn't make it to said casting call, I was completely proud and content with all of the work I'd put in to get me to that point alone.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wooo! Screen shot of my brand-new homepage.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Now, the fun part begins.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">After getting off work early on Friday the 24th, and having to turn back several times after departing because my scatter brain forgot many many things (one of which being the entire outfit I had planned out for the next day's casting call...uh, kind of big) I was finally on my way! I arrived in LA at about 3AM, groggy and in disbelief. I slept at my old house in Venice so that I would feel at least some of the comforts of home as I embarked on the craziest thing I'd ever done.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"what's in my bag" -TV audition edition :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The morning of the casting rolled around and after telling myself I would be in line at the Sofitel no later than 8:30 (the casting started at 9), I decided I would be kind to myself and wake up when my body damn well pleased. That ended up being around 9:30 and I figured that wasn't too bad, especially after driving 6+ hours across the desert that morning. I dusted myself off, fixed my bed-head, put on my Bruce Springsteen shirt, my favorite jewels (with one of my Mom's turquoise bracelets and all of my family rings for good luck) and my best Jeffrey Campbell heels. I tried to do a really awesome job of documenting myself pre-audition, but we all know how that went :)</span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;"> Outfit deets</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;">Jacket: Urban Outfitters</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;">Necklace: adiemade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;">Shirt: Thrifted, fave since I was 15 </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;">Shorts: H&M</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell, LF warehouse sale </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I stepped out of my car at the Beverly Center with shaky legs and a strong will, and as I walked passed the mall I spied a lady bug at my feet. Lady bugs are my spirit bug(squirrels are my spirit animal, for the record) and I've been in love with them since I was little. My Mom and my oldest friends used to call me "Adie Bug", so as I bent down to pet the little guy while I balanced my portfolio and my overstuffed bag, I felt all of that power pushing me. That little lady bug told me I'd be alright, and not only alright, but that I'd do great things. Thanks, lady bug. You're the coolest!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiA8iQQ229tW6hrVp8O5I89eLmSN41m6jaQQuWgKi_ioBTP1CUOuztPseZT4PsIPSQnLdPOkjGdzoOC5XG-M_Q3DgFI6huvYipfw9er9pO6Q_Zgs5healOn50ETJXjXYXVSuDNktl6Xws/s1600/DSCN4098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiA8iQQ229tW6hrVp8O5I89eLmSN41m6jaQQuWgKi_ioBTP1CUOuztPseZT4PsIPSQnLdPOkjGdzoOC5XG-M_Q3DgFI6huvYipfw9er9pO6Q_Zgs5healOn50ETJXjXYXVSuDNktl6Xws/s640/DSCN4098.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> When I arrived in the big ol room with all of the other hopefuls, I couldn't help but be overcome with how much talent was right there surrounding me. I sat down next to the most amazing gal, Molly (peep her jewels <a href="http://www.theurbansmith.com/">here</a>!) and said "Woah. This is pretty amazing, huh?" and she agreed as we both took out our cameras to document. This was really happening.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> After 5 hours of waiting and much more bonding with Molly and some of the other awesome designers in the room, it was finally my time to talk with the judges. It was set up so that groups of five or so were taken from that big ol room where we started to a table to meet with the first judge and her assistant. Once "passing" that table, it was on to the interview in front of the panel of judges and a camera. I kept telling people that I'd already fufilled my expectations for the day and in fact, I'd exceeded them, and that even if I got turned away at that first table it would still be win-win. Well, I did make it passed that first table and in front of the panel (and the camera...whaaaa?). Let's just say those few minutes were a blurr. I don't really remember what I said, how I looked or how well I did. I do remember there being like 12 people in that little room, and all of them with eyes on me. Now, I'm sure that's an over-statement, but good god...it was something else. The judges seemed to like me, and said that my work is a good mix between commercial and artistic and they did seem to respond when I used words like "passion" and "fantasy", so that's a good thing, right? Haha!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">And, just like that, it was all over.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Molly and I went downstairs to get drinks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Mojitos, to be precise. At a VIP party. For B.E.T. week. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">There was good music, amazing people and an infectious spirit. My new pal Molly made some connections and spread the word about our audition and we soaked it all in, pausing the whole time to say to each other "we really just did that". We did, and we did awesome. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">As we left the party after making plans for visits to San Fransisco and the Tucson Gem show, we walked the red carpet that was set up for the B.E.T. event. Why the hell not, right? As we walked in front of the camera guys, Molly said "hey, you guys want to take our pictures? We're <i>ABOUT</i> to be famous..." and two guys we don't know paused to get in the frame with us. The photographers were visibly confused. I mean, seriously, who are these two ladies with portfolios and huge bags on their shoulders? Well, guys, just like Molly said, we're about to be famous. They finally snapped a photograph and we were on our merry ways with hugs and affirmations that we were amazing and no matter what, we felt like we'd already won.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">You guys, I know that was a grueling post. I thank you for sticking through that! This was honestly the craziest, most amazing thing I've done in my life. I am proud of myself, and completely inspired. I know that from now on, I will live my life a lot like I did this passed weekend because nothing (and I mean nothing) is too big for little old Adie. And nothing, I mean nothing, is too big for any of you! So, if you see me on T.V. be sure to smile for me and send good vibes my way, and if you don't, be smiling anyway because I know I will be! Yayayay!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I now leave you with a few pictures from the rest of my weekend, which I spent with all of my ladies from art school. I stayed with one of my best friends, <a href="http://alexhubbell.tumblr.com/">Alex</a>, in Long Beach. More photos of that to come, but here are a few to wet your palette! hehe!</span><br />
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</span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-62071833617739635782011-06-20T23:46:00.000-07:002011-06-20T23:47:29.446-07:0020 Years of Friendship<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Becky Rae McLemore (AKA: Beh, Berky, Bucky, Beckorator, etc),</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">You have been my </span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Best of all buds, greatest of all pals, friendliest of all friends for 20 years. That's right...TWENTY years. Last week we celebrated turning a quarter of a century old together, and I feel like there is no better time to tell you how much you mean to me.</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Remember how we used to sneak out at night in high school and go to our special spot on Mosher and Prescott Hights to stare at the stars </span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">(wait..Sandra (Becky's Mom), and my Dad, if you're reading this, you know we love you and nothing bad ever happened! haha)</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">? When we were each other's only reaaaall friends? When we would turn up Rancid and AFI on the speakers I stole from my Brother when he moved out? When we would jump on my two twin beds that we pushed together? When we would tell eachother goodnight in our "devil voices" and freak ourselves out and beg eachother to stop? When you would giggle incessantly in your sleep and finally, at 4AM, I would say "BECKY! Shuuutt uppppp!" and you would scoff and walk into the bathroom? When we made videos while you pushed me around in a K-Mart cart pumping punk tunes into the camera with headphones? Straight up not giving a fuck? Remember that? Remember when we would eat Slim-Jims on the swing sets in the Safeway shopping center and talk about moving in together when we turned 18....</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Remember how, when we were about to graduate High School and we weren't always good friends to eachother? How we totally broke down when you were cutting my hair one day that Summer and we apologized and vowed to love each other forever? Becky, I knew after that that you aren't just my best friend...you are my sister...and we had to do that in order to part ways and embark on our next adventure without the one friend that knew us the best. Remember when my Mom passed just three years ago, and while we lived in two different (very distant) cities, I knew it was you that could help me through despite the distance in your own special way? How I would call you and we would talk for hours as if no time had passed and you would give me reassurance that I was going about everything right and that I could still graduate College and make my Mom proud? Remember how much I love your family just as much as my own, and how many times your Mom gave me guidance and hugs right when I needed them? How your sister would drive us around and you guys would sing Jewel and a few other embarrassing artists? </span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Becky, remember how you have always been patient with me? Remember how you bring out the best in me even when I'm being an insane butthole? How I've never told you this, but I see so much in you that makes me want to do better, to be better, and how I know that you love me even if I don't do all that? Well, you do. And you are. Seriously, if we were ever going to be lesbians, I think we'd do that together (don't you?).</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">I love you, Becky Rae McLemore. So I put it on the internet, on my little blog so you can always read this and know I'm always here. </span></span></i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Can I just say that this Summer is shaping up to be incredible? Yesterday one of my bestest gal pals,<a href="http://sometimessweet.blogspot.com/"> Danielle</a></span></span> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">and</span></span> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I</span> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">went out on the town with her adorable babe Henry. Right up there is a video we took throughout our day.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Growing up here in Prescott, my pals and I would do little else other than go downtown, walk, talk, lay in the grass, stare at the trees, drive around eating Chex-mix and Jelly Bellies, and wrap it up with a radical sleepover (with ice cream, playing in the sprinklers, watching movies..all the good stuff). Then, we'd rinse and repeat, over and over, almost every day for those three beautiful months. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm about to turn 25, so (naturally) for the past few weeks I've been really missing those days. You know, the ones where you feel like the sun will never set on your day with your friends, when you meet a new boy and your heart skips a beat (Hi, Addison, I'm talking about you here!) and each day seems full of endless possibility. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, yesterday I felt that again! Let's just say that yesterday reminded my quarter of a century old-self of life's cycles. It reminded me that, while I may miss being 15 and meeting the love of my life while playing Gameboy on the square with my best friend, I am now a woman. That's right...A WOMAN...(yikes!) and not only did I meet the love of my life, I fostered an almost 10 year long relationship with him, and we are now living together talking about what's to come. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Same thing with other aspects of my life. I may miss having endless nights and no responsibility when meeting new friends, but now I can call those pals up, hang out at their houses talk about graduating College, Grad School, their babies new milestones, new careers, engagements, and all of us blossoming into the most beautiful women I know. Honestly, it doesn't get more beautiful than that. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway, I really, really think Summer 2011 is going to be something special! I hope you all are having a beautiful start to the season as well</span></span>. <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This video is something I'm going to cherish for so long! When I'm about to turn 40, I just know I'm going to miss this being 25 business and being on the cusp of adulthood. But at least I'll have this lil video to remind me again...each new page in life is just as beautiful as the last one :)</span></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-11148723596661781512011-06-04T23:35:00.000-07:002011-07-13T22:11:20.571-07:00Art Crush: Rosmarie Fiore<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">OK. It's time to come clean. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><a href="http://www.rosemariefiore.com/index.php">Rosemarie Fiore</a>, I have the BIGGEST art-crush on you! It's been growing and growing for something like 3 years. It's about time I told you how I feel!</span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I first fell in love with your "Pyrotechnics" Firework Drawings. I happened upon your website while searching for inspiration in one of my studio classes, and... girlfriend, inspire you did. When I saw this picture of your process, I think my mind was perma-blown. </span></span><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">I mean...you actually</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>draw..with</b></span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>FIREWORKS</b></span><span style="font-size: small;">!? My heart started beating faster, my thoughts started racing, my hands were eager to MAKE! Then, I googled your name and explored your website more, and found this video of your</span> </span></span> <b> </b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Good-Time Mix Machine: Scrambler</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Drawings"</span>.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">OK, really? As if I couldn't art-crush on you any harder...</span></span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Kyr0HAbS84I?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This amazing drawing</span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">got even more amazing when I found out it was made by a machine you built with a gas generator, an air compressor and buckets of paint secured to seats taken from a Scrambler amusement park ride. Be still my art-heart!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ok, ok...You were once told your work is like "Hunter S. Thompson meets Kandinsky" and I'd say that is a pretty apt comparison. It seems you have an insatiable need to just DO art, maybe it's because the frenetic lines in your work start singing to me...or maybe it's because the colors you let manifest have me drunk. But, I gotta say that if I ever have an idea as good as drawing with fireworks, making a monster sized Spirograph, or painting with my waffle maker, I'm just going to take a cue from you, and get off my ass and do it. Rosemarie Fiore, your spirit is infectious, and for me, that is the most amazing gift you could have ever given me...am I coming on too strong?...I'm just sayin. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Also, be sure to watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TheDKSList#p/search/0/XTwOjHDiHU0">this YouTube video</a> where she talks about her process as well artists that inspire her like <a href="http://www.artnet.com/artists/wolfgang-paalen/">Wolfgang Paalen</a>, <a href="http://thedali.org/">Dali</a>, and <a href="http://christinetarkowski.com/">Christine Tarkowski</a>. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Welp, I'm off to bed inspired. Gonna dream some beautiful stuff, I have the feeling!</span> </span></span></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">Summa summa summa summa summa time is HERE! </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;">The sweet tickle of sun rays delight my skin and my entire self feels ...awake.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;">When I really think about it, it feels like my insides are consistently giggling, shaking off the dead weight of winter, the antisocial, scared tendencies, the thoughts of insecurities.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;">All of the "I can't"s fade away...</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I will:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Walk longer</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Love harder</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Lounge better</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Breathe deeper</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Pay attention</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Soak up the small things</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Cry underneath Summer stars</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">linger in sunsets</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Reach out</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I will be back for more "inspiring" posts...but hot damn..I had to get this off my chest. An outfit post?? WOWIE! THIS IS BIG! :)</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-70957484000519165662011-01-12T10:44:00.001-08:002011-06-03T01:58:57.031-07:00Gratitude, and my Thank You day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6URiqStG0txJR3MIWHazthUI0NG5F0hPpTJhCX8lo0rQLq8OKX4Nr48WBQn9oqRVxazWKSk6epnaeFBS25L81EmDfKzMEk2O10cjnfn-GYrLuecis5-SxtMBi-RblZDE42QaxJ2BS76M/s1600/pointdumefall.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561374507473758530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6URiqStG0txJR3MIWHazthUI0NG5F0hPpTJhCX8lo0rQLq8OKX4Nr48WBQn9oqRVxazWKSk6epnaeFBS25L81EmDfKzMEk2O10cjnfn-GYrLuecis5-SxtMBi-RblZDE42QaxJ2BS76M/s640/pointdumefall.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="480" /></a> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">Friends, I want to share this with you. I wrote it on the 10th of February one year ago. I was having a grie</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">f-stricken day, when all I wanted to do was be in my head. So I skipped school, said fuck it to the world, and wrote. I ran, I sat, I stared</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">, and...I wrote.</span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"> <br />
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</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">It was a day that starte</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">d off filled with </span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">morose sobbing, but ended up being one of the most beautiful, memorab</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">l</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">e days I have exper</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">ienced to date. And I want to share it with all of you beautiful people because...well...I just want to share it. It's hu</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">manity, is why. This whole thing, we're all just humans!</span><span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"> <br />
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</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">Hope you all are having a lovely day. And</span><span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"> if not so far, maybe you'll end up having one of these. A day to be grateful. <3</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">February 10</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">The sun is giving me information. Spilling its gu</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">ts, letting me in. Right now, at 3:38 PM, it is warming this book, illuminating this act. Me. This mattress receives it all. As t</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">he palm frond jets in front of my window. Old window, leaking air. Santa Monica airport fly-zone and the quiet clinking of my roommate's dini</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">ng. I would love to nap as a distant car alarm sounds. But I'd rather</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> be he</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">re, in this moment, while th</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">e sun talks to me</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> in my room and my stomach bubbles in agreement.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;">I drive to Malibu</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">THANK YOU thank you thank you!!!</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">I ran all of this way to feel this warmth o</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">n my face, to feel this breeze on my chest and to touch the ocean with you by my side</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">THANK YOU for giving me this breath</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">THANK YOU for giving me these tears, this chance to be here</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">on the line between rise and set</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">The chance to chase the setting sun. To si</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">t on this mass of concrete under this cliff, to watch the tide pools gather, to leave my sneakers behind, to watch the seagulls take fligh</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">t and to feel connected to the man over there saying a prayer.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">Thank you for telling me the stories of rocks.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">THANK YOU for this appreciation</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">for making me laugh out loud all by myself</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">and to hear that silly little pug bark</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">This most honest moment here with you will b</span><span style="font-family: courier new;">e</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> the best moment yet.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">You've given me my spirit, my will and my</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier new;">smile, my heart, my hands and my feet. You've given me this.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">THANK YOU FOR THIS "THANK YOU" <br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">On the line between rise and set</span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new;">Thank you.</span> </div><span style="font-family: courier new;"> <br />
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</span>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-41951571490168198232010-05-19T14:20:00.000-07:002011-06-03T01:56:55.746-07:00my adventurous transition from "student" to "unemployed"<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's official. I'm a College Graduate.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e29Wz7GcrKCx327KT5J4Ha97PK4lIYIdnGjh9zOZgPMQzFrtfrR3Ch6ouhvcDJBqhvPUfeL8x9htea2tSJOGJ0MmaCI6Khs8bbT4C8koprAOJ4xZmyXvSJu5IJxMG5SuWOCDMg6o1wM/s1600/cathyadie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's official. I'm unemployed.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Wowie! What a whirlwind the whole thing was. I had to curate and install my senior show, take finals, write papers, finish my portfolio, business cards and resume, welcome all of my amazing friends and family, and finally say hello to the end of what has turned into a 6 year long college experience. Then, I had to pack up my life in Los Angeles, say goodbye to my beautiful supportive friends out there, and move back with my Dad in under 4 days.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">EEEE!!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It feels good to be done. But as I sit here with a beer in hand at 2 in the afternoon, I must admit I have serious mixed emotions.</span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here is a small selection of the many photographs taken that weekend. They begin with my senior show.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6SLrS2zMN4zISWZGJDumVsBAxQX6RQ1WJGfFGzkDoWZDu_VmHx1qwOkHpoRMU17Mux8bTSdgo7vozFP6rTC8kcx0fmt-LNwwb2sXeoLYF51MEHZ9iwKfs9jgb6Lg8xgBiTUgGhZgHeA/s1600/gradgoodbyeLA301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><br />
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</span></div><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473096673969603858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUt0w3DkfFnRdNGMyZNq6PytBK2VoXMRS5JjsgNVhrCJim2BfPv5NfpwtRA0fM93X-QKk9e0FtXLy9bQteVQOEET9Tol2TjRunJCGltHpzcOJtu-waL445dZup1sUumfPteZSQdwk_dY/s640/gradgoodbyeLA245.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It all began with this: a big ol empty room!</span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span></div><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473097462394229554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJY9J7Q8nF6uUoNok-6F994yQYFH19rFgO4q5aPVT6ISd9MPmOiQcCwp3mjw38URN0aEl2TY48YM-UgzBkHUk73LoqKO4P8c-TLNni3zMG1_3JX0VuKu3wYOx0iQoSKcWxYIb7hVhmaAk/s640/gradgoodbyeLA229.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><br />
<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The minute I finished! Made and installed by yours truly (with lots of help from my friends!)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473102346908360466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLmhs1EFeifCyQuqp5jiZ_KMmVD4Up5ndr7WBaa5NKPIQcEeHCsMLqC_5XOD2i2GNxypkZ_shXgw5zGwdQjbIkVHPMlKGVN4DprS8EXMeRoj6RTl_zKFQzFMpBV3X2utprmNux4wDmS4/s640/gradgoodbyeLA331.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="425" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My best friend since Kindergarten! </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" height="425" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473103058429022242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6SLrS2zMN4zISWZGJDumVsBAxQX6RQ1WJGfFGzkDoWZDu_VmHx1qwOkHpoRMU17Mux8bTSdgo7vozFP6rTC8kcx0fmt-LNwwb2sXeoLYF51MEHZ9iwKfs9jgb6Lg8xgBiTUgGhZgHeA/s640/gradgoodbyeLA301.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Sweet Addison just got out of the car from his 6+hour drive</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473104586960574994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDh0it9KBrwihBuwaCYr5TGA6x9c-MJ7XuZnIY3wpc27GEdmdRG47l9HSfXfjoRmJQ2DcUeM4zGbcoIFQdDR-7lNoqYIT4-yd_141055uZpXMfZaS9uyAcakSzT3FKmwm0T34wv5-E1c/s640/gradgoodbyeLA305.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="425" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">One of my dearest friends, Joey Wolf had a party going on through the back of this refrigerator. Complete with a DJ and beer, boxed wine and margaritas! You had to climb through the fridge to get there. It offered a great deal of solace on a busy, stressful night!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="425" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473105726603301010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3XzP7sBXChi9nRc9Zw0e9N4hLenS_a9hzJLqWs4INQrLUFH54-M-PfkO2fMHUQ6M7QQ32h6w0i1LgG3KW1tA_A8q6SnoUphvoyCI777-GlYDYYNm8UV5EPTyF76lMGZVyWcm-7btpII/s640/gradgoodbyeLA304.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My amazing friends from Arizona in the fridge party. Scott, Paco, and Kirsten! Love you guys <3</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My great friend Amber was able to make it that night, and hung out with us at my favorite bar for Karaoke. I'll never forget Foagie, Star, and Handsome Clyde!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473107263533187458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5yiUZ7hKFJyhnY-dU1CgI8Euk4E_vqQuKSOc1ZoykflI3vbispDf8NZ9z-h25c47SuAc0dSv8Tsqr_LhDnB2fWZXMawfLO_nfIP2KSdBS8_r3ACy0iLrjD_JFx8KvuuxeyVacAbwC8M/s640/happygirl.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">SO happy! On my way to get that piece of paper :)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473110676963404882" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxCbg3g-8bq04UCjdD6FvkCZguUuOHpiIRqgIJWc8pX8jRncWttMEK1dktbmjuFnLWJ3x_RJjptPGTLFTQ2fvEg7m-PZPMm35MHabFt5kHz7mU6XcLs8jP4DRIMUgfZXf6V3PkyR_RAw/s640/joy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">SO, SO, SO happy! I'm there, second row back with my hands in da air!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473107712009698898" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQ3EgEsf_j-Uj7KnzylSx0RVnte22Ul1cNJKqB5FkNwNrXxv9Xbr64plf0X7mbj2-iYzkbTELEUBMHipUdcHDXdeF-OANYUI4hjTd_1Qa3HON3AvkmSdG8aBbY311t74VNoKmNbq6Oos/s640/gradgoodbyeLA277.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="425" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">YES! I did it!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473108239082855042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRL5iQrqrMMYPovCEHqZ35Cv9uvkHSJ_UrmqHyQnlKJyPoP-rWuWxAJkwYu0xXaMQZXzYD6TJJjbt81UkXvGLeZl64bTd5LFlP6C2PeDopLJXxP7GPmb9YVnyoIWimSeYVokTVc7ur8tc/s640/gradgoodbyeLA252.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="425" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My first friend at Otis, and creator of the party kitchen, Joey Wolf...he rocked his graduation robe, didn't he?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473113160674303938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e29Wz7GcrKCx327KT5J4Ha97PK4lIYIdnGjh9zOZgPMQzFrtfrR3Ch6ouhvcDJBqhvPUfeL8x9htea2tSJOGJ0MmaCI6Khs8bbT4C8koprAOJ4xZmyXvSJu5IJxMG5SuWOCDMg6o1wM/s640/cathyadie.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My best friend at Otis, Cathy. I love this girl, and I miss her already!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="425" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473109187145845810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb62Jv2xp0lJT8qSMy4udPaLB1Hwfb4W_MuEMYMaKWBOh4fWpiO-YgFP5gTDe6-G3VgivWRLPmPA1z9aJ5k1m_toaJpC_q-V8mBmkCo4r9Dhu2uFdfLH9h_3XPxTLNLOPeclVOWFUrdt8/s640/gradgoodbyeLA265.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I HAD to put this one in for a number of reasons. #1: MY DAD! #2: My brother brought his girlfriend who I met for the first time! #3: LOOK AT MOLLY in the background! I love her so so much. She was my best friend when I went to college the first time around up in Oregon. THIS is why I love her</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <br />
</span><img alt="" border="0" height="425" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473112374697566338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAf2JmCxm3DeSu6SPw3WQS61PedNx7fQL5kUL4h4mDifR-msGoGM2nIHNL9LX3S_E16zGsSLCZs5UMppLE3SaKX2YSVVfHvKzx82tDwXbCm-R2x8yZ17BKpogMy-YiRyKacIykURYLj4/s640/gradgoodbyeLA269.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My Brother, My Sister, Me (I don't look annoyed AT ALL, huh? too too too many pictures!!!), My Aunt all the way from Pennsylvania!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> <br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">OK! There are lots and lots more pictures, but that's the major gist right there! I'm bummed I only have that one picture of My Dad in this batch, but there are more of us together on other people's cameras. To all of my fellow graduates out there, WE DID IT! And to future graduates out there, HELL YES! ALMOST THERE!</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I'm looking forward to the upcoming adventures my life has in store. I'm also looking forward to updating more frequently, and to having more posts about my galavanting around in my hometown.</span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div></div></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-43731595386016367782010-04-09T00:59:00.000-07:002010-04-10T12:15:03.550-07:00A love note I've been meaning to write for a looonnnnggg time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYf1IOYlxG7ZXzx-GCY5KZWCa5-88f0_C6lCj5qvSlmMo4jkeQmLiHv8rag9ehmDc5OMAxhUm5El4rfO2c7Ghqw1wDwJfzKPnCX1Z57Wvn2Loct1eZSyS27_2vCSWifoe76POcbmdFZA/s1600/slomosneeze.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYf1IOYlxG7ZXzx-GCY5KZWCa5-88f0_C6lCj5qvSlmMo4jkeQmLiHv8rag9ehmDc5OMAxhUm5El4rfO2c7Ghqw1wDwJfzKPnCX1Z57Wvn2Loct1eZSyS27_2vCSWifoe76POcbmdFZA/s320/slomosneeze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458044555860225058" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tonight, I met a girl named Adria Gail Smith. I call her Adie.<br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She is quite pretty, smart and creative. Tonight, we got lost in eBay land together, crocheted with strips of cheesy old sweatshirts and handkerchiefs. We cleaned her fucking messy room together, we took an important survey together, and I rubbed her tired feet. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She's about ready to go outside and puff on a cigarette for the damn hell of it and, yeah, I will probably go with her. She was talking about riding her bike and puffing on those silly sticks of cancer...and I'll probably go ahead and do that with her too. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When we get back, we're going to dance around in our underwear to Bruce Springsteen and read our horoscope. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I told her I really like hanging out with her...she really is something else. Honestly, I think I love her. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tomorrow or maybe this weekend I'm going to take her to the beach or maybe we'll hang out on her roof in the sun together. I think when we're there I want to learn about gem stones with her. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You know, I kind of love it when she forgets to smile. I kind of love it when she sits in bed all day thinking and doing nothing. I kind of love it all. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I think when I get done writing this note, I'm going to tell her I love her. I'm going to tell her that she is a beautiful, magical universe and that her hair looks pretty today. I'm going to tell her I never want to be away from her again. Because, I tell you what, she has this weird sort of magnetism I can't ignore. I'm going to tell her this stuff everyday. From tonight for our whole lives, she deserves to know this. She deserves to know she always has me. She deserves it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To all of my beautiful, supportive friends: I think we should all write ourselves a love note. We all deserve it! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-74872836797397522992010-01-21T17:05:00.000-08:002010-01-21T21:01:26.697-08:00rain, rain, rain, RAIN!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMAF9-ZfpRMpKh-WxPutIeHVJp2U3c_OjTNXRos5oZb0R6eHUiV_yRi4qvP72AwVDX4dnj-IeMfWLF1UW2JWoF716HFnFsPd3OGsQg8PtDkYnh6feg2S2zsoiR_5N44YpKQkPLUWNNYQ/s1600-h/rainrain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMAF9-ZfpRMpKh-WxPutIeHVJp2U3c_OjTNXRos5oZb0R6eHUiV_yRi4qvP72AwVDX4dnj-IeMfWLF1UW2JWoF716HFnFsPd3OGsQg8PtDkYnh6feg2S2zsoiR_5N44YpKQkPLUWNNYQ/s320/rainrain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429424746882723282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNXYcrX45EEsgscuSDqyfd4VotvcvRXdJNS6wK9mVbQCFH9x_JJ62FmWPdVvpCUm_7tTI__6jXRY2ifB8SAGo9YiQwc5WbqeDpUhIbFw0nYbIYpPC3YhghCG8hopo3U8MPzOlPNDlzEc/s1600-h/legstreet.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNXYcrX45EEsgscuSDqyfd4VotvcvRXdJNS6wK9mVbQCFH9x_JJ62FmWPdVvpCUm_7tTI__6jXRY2ifB8SAGo9YiQwc5WbqeDpUhIbFw0nYbIYpPC3YhghCG8hopo3U8MPzOlPNDlzEc/s320/legstreet.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429407734162193522" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Today's adventure: rain romping!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I woke up this morning with a lot of goals. I was going to work on fixing my portfolio (since I just found a job I want in Austin) and my resume....and work on homework, and clean my room....but instead, I took a look outside and said fuck it! I'm going out there!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(100, 95, 94); white-space: pre-wrap; font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8901570&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8901570&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/8901570"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Puddle romping</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> from </span><a href="http://vimeo.com/user3017703"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Adria Smith</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> on </span><a href="http://vimeo.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Vimeo</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">When I lived in Oregon, I was genuinely depressed most days and never wanted to leave my little room. I would have to FORCE myself to take walks by myself, and although I take walks a lot down here, those walks were ALWAYS the best. So often when I feel the most down, if I force myself to get out and adventure, those journeys are the ones that stick with me. So, I decided to capture that spirit in film here, and I am so happy I did!</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Apparently I made the credits go by too fast in the video! So, incase you are wondering, I used Neon Indian for the music.</span></span></span></p></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzuZMnbMBsV2nZx3sHMQYRpSbA2VTd-EdP2PiA3cFXXw5n5SKzCNABD5KOLnPUa6hrcUDypgTNZay_5JKvdeQuJPZP743nLc9IXLT1VutMiFgIxdJtxXAeESUEs5V5IOIG0dDUGs7HYI/s1600-h/holdingumbrella.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzuZMnbMBsV2nZx3sHMQYRpSbA2VTd-EdP2PiA3cFXXw5n5SKzCNABD5KOLnPUa6hrcUDypgTNZay_5JKvdeQuJPZP743nLc9IXLT1VutMiFgIxdJtxXAeESUEs5V5IOIG0dDUGs7HYI/s320/holdingumbrella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429408567186701698" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Letting my umbrella fly in the wind</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuAdUAjQuaNx52f3-h-JBQIY4C3zm1dCeW-YKK5urrv9OcTt9bbV11ir_9ceEdFDhRjgxa-R1weJMVXdmnAZ09iXSSy6mkiQXv8iQI346NBzMNPcko61VcmmCXjFVdLJTkw4GhjpyUkk/s1600-h/ripplefeet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuAdUAjQuaNx52f3-h-JBQIY4C3zm1dCeW-YKK5urrv9OcTt9bbV11ir_9ceEdFDhRjgxa-R1weJMVXdmnAZ09iXSSy6mkiQXv8iQI346NBzMNPcko61VcmmCXjFVdLJTkw4GhjpyUkk/s320/ripplefeet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429410359895997682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I've always wanted a picture of this rippled asphalt </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtU9j8Zjx0qy6HRvgbvIvVJ7w7FHj_f3gpubOXoJEIdIKK_elEULFca44f7eLHCqn_dvj-yroTwaUsWzkGKW-NbVq9kk37gS2TmLZ3pEtq_TSkyQ8l3XBYpbzuGo2rVR64WUlBRJO_PA/s1600-h/dresserwallclose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtU9j8Zjx0qy6HRvgbvIvVJ7w7FHj_f3gpubOXoJEIdIKK_elEULFca44f7eLHCqn_dvj-yroTwaUsWzkGKW-NbVq9kk37gS2TmLZ3pEtq_TSkyQ8l3XBYpbzuGo2rVR64WUlBRJO_PA/s320/dresserwallclose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429411119663384066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">One thing I love about Venice: discarded furniture!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONmyXU7yH20cpWtxeBxVu2UgUWD6M04HIekaJKHT87o5Izp7kLpjtd14GU9JEiEz6rTTOuYdiKD38UPOcC9yVsyAvwthqsEAcwRr6i1gbpfgCUGO97loDY6RGtNWkZepgoSp7Yedhnug/s1600-h/dirtyshoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONmyXU7yH20cpWtxeBxVu2UgUWD6M04HIekaJKHT87o5Izp7kLpjtd14GU9JEiEz6rTTOuYdiKD38UPOcC9yVsyAvwthqsEAcwRr6i1gbpfgCUGO97loDY6RGtNWkZepgoSp7Yedhnug/s320/dirtyshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429412072021826946" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsz12IAWTftGbmgl2Rl-6fhkINIAhBoLPvgerU6Ute0Mo2VhgIED8VnVXu6PAErFGJuIYhBUtV24NMUkYrkCqNsrRUpcxqQCVpSG8UCneIUtTH5uFisz3x8U4qJX0hJvM46aUtihrWqjM/s1600-h/deadpossum.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsz12IAWTftGbmgl2Rl-6fhkINIAhBoLPvgerU6Ute0Mo2VhgIED8VnVXu6PAErFGJuIYhBUtV24NMUkYrkCqNsrRUpcxqQCVpSG8UCneIUtTH5uFisz3x8U4qJX0hJvM46aUtihrWqjM/s320/deadpossum.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429413503224833714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Hot damn, isn't LA beautiful?</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDJ8zP7nIDnOy5NUvYIbDUeM1BDZ-lVYFTc0rxgHgqNOq-KFXX5vqJ8w4o_Z-Jq0x-juTuhPkehauy9Hm9hbenmynHDuX2loPnCAiB3SkNgHVdxBnKHWuO2U3EeAGxVSEyLcbHrEaVTc/s1600-h/brightflowers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDJ8zP7nIDnOy5NUvYIbDUeM1BDZ-lVYFTc0rxgHgqNOq-KFXX5vqJ8w4o_Z-Jq0x-juTuhPkehauy9Hm9hbenmynHDuX2loPnCAiB3SkNgHVdxBnKHWuO2U3EeAGxVSEyLcbHrEaVTc/s320/brightflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429413500111532610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrdupPLF6wfyVi9fkbMQFYHKNXdt2ZZ148MQlq1yi-YxtWPP8DdnZcI6Uwu-Z_CKeK2qDcGaj9iJZLkAGXviHd5zsPrFhHDCuAYqUWPzACfThMoqEfCdk-OVNOro_-CNHrtAcU5IzIo8/s1600-h/tightsripped.jpg"></a></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrdupPLF6wfyVi9fkbMQFYHKNXdt2ZZ148MQlq1yi-YxtWPP8DdnZcI6Uwu-Z_CKeK2qDcGaj9iJZLkAGXviHd5zsPrFhHDCuAYqUWPzACfThMoqEfCdk-OVNOro_-CNHrtAcU5IzIo8/s1600-h/tightsripped.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrdupPLF6wfyVi9fkbMQFYHKNXdt2ZZ148MQlq1yi-YxtWPP8DdnZcI6Uwu-Z_CKeK2qDcGaj9iJZLkAGXviHd5zsPrFhHDCuAYqUWPzACfThMoqEfCdk-OVNOro_-CNHrtAcU5IzIo8/s320/tightsripped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429414127900591554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I ripped my tights big time!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCkQoDXQ0_k8slu0EAzr0bLtAa6hEbX1RR9nJDuoistKUSWLrAUMm5P4N8c0DBKdpgfvnzzQV9szsJPBThBOuaudZucAMLsPv78nLj71RkeeCeHutwR1ui9l8iiH1vFvaAUtEvb4dOms/s1600-h/flooddrain.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCkQoDXQ0_k8slu0EAzr0bLtAa6hEbX1RR9nJDuoistKUSWLrAUMm5P4N8c0DBKdpgfvnzzQV9szsJPBThBOuaudZucAMLsPv78nLj71RkeeCeHutwR1ui9l8iiH1vFvaAUtEvb4dOms/s1600-h/flooddrain.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCkQoDXQ0_k8slu0EAzr0bLtAa6hEbX1RR9nJDuoistKUSWLrAUMm5P4N8c0DBKdpgfvnzzQV9szsJPBThBOuaudZucAMLsPv78nLj71RkeeCeHutwR1ui9l8iiH1vFvaAUtEvb4dOms/s320/flooddrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429414715980637666" /></a><br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br />As always, I'm glad you guys stopped by for a read! I hope you all get the chance to romp around like this- -it's sure to make you smile!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">-Adie</span></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-35358490266721859392009-11-24T15:49:00.001-08:002009-11-24T16:22:28.290-08:00Mom's day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5P48IsTH4YzTGnjimUwmffug92gmBnh9R7vSY6CvKMAcDG57ZpawMZgNY0SrkLuZzLPjAVEYtIYc69_6wN11Ix6Q4Eb6jwqv2lN3rzbMY9exsPi5BLxDIDCKZiAagy2WyDZA3iiX9TY/s1600/downtownla.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5P48IsTH4YzTGnjimUwmffug92gmBnh9R7vSY6CvKMAcDG57ZpawMZgNY0SrkLuZzLPjAVEYtIYc69_6wN11Ix6Q4Eb6jwqv2lN3rzbMY9exsPi5BLxDIDCKZiAagy2WyDZA3iiX9TY/s320/downtownla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407827625373305570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6QjAK4_rwFs8n2ac7EjDP1vseKJPVryg4KV3nCnydL_cMOyUVpDEYiX5qczu83GZ4GDqSUR2GI3f5GepR8PkKN3o0As244grajBEysTmpIf2FU_IILsnXHbUiImC43Zwzc9GPY48okY/s320/crowded+car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407827615957310882" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq87I4VV0Y4ApW358ZkDIbzdqqapSUtGZvaCpGU-PHAKL9ws-s0E0Xc0vGRZ_A3h6cF6FtRmN6mz76bjZB862KSCv6OsspjDPXojVNQM-QN_o4i0jT2I77bcliZuzCkdyMlMLsthBuQy8/s1600/alamedasunset.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq87I4VV0Y4ApW358ZkDIbzdqqapSUtGZvaCpGU-PHAKL9ws-s0E0Xc0vGRZ_A3h6cF6FtRmN6mz76bjZB862KSCv6OsspjDPXojVNQM-QN_o4i0jT2I77bcliZuzCkdyMlMLsthBuQy8/s320/alamedasunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407827605131652018" /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XjIA6VD1lzOi_gSHUmhR-clzLcR7wn5hZVVEwHLx1MLdqMzciddHtLju3lwox-to3kKl-VeYOKEMoM6GUd6jSXjyrn3mdfBJ0-WHeLMQFiE2_OpNa9YZi7mUz6A_KAYp8ZCfg6RT2Nw/s320/adieanddino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407826690052829378" /><div>It was the one year anniversary of my Mom's passing on Friday, November 13th.</div><div>Obviously, it was a day laden with complex and mixed emotions, and I was unsure for months about what I should do on that day. Should I honer her by visiting where we scattered her ashes? Should I write something beautiful? Should I lay in bed all day and sob? Should I....uh....?????</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>SHOULD I GO BUY A 3FOOT TALL PINATA?</div><div><br /></div><div>Ummm...yes! Cathy played hooky from school with me, and Ned did the driving to downtown Los Angeles' pinata district (I know...who would have thunk it...a whole district for pinatas??meh?) where we were all taken aback by the beauty of this amazing fiesta store we had found ourselves in! There was every type of balloon, large and small, hats, noise makers, streamers, sparklers, and at least 40 different kinds of birthday candles. As far as pinatas...don't get me started. There were princesses, lions, butterflies, and way, way more. When I found that huge dinosaur, though, that's when I knew we were in business.</div><div><br /></div><div>The whole experience was a laid back kind of day. It was surreal, and bittersweet that I would find myself buying something so celebratory on such a horrible day. But, really, there is no other way my Mom would have wanted it! She would have driven out here just to see this mythical pinata district, if for nothing else, and I can't think of a better way to honor her. And, yes, I sobbed. I sobbed myself to sleep, but when I woke up I was one thankful 23 year old girl. Glad to be living here, glad she made it possible for me to live here, and glad she believed in me. Man, I am also glad she gave me this outlook. </div><div><br /></div><div>And in case you're wondering...I haven't smashed the dinosaur yet. Just like my Mom, I've formed an attachment to the little guy and the smile he gives me when I walk in the house everyday. Maybe at the end of the year for graduation he will meet his demise. But that's my Mom's pinata...and it makes me so happy to say that out loud.</div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112386856693822204.post-57617679732689455722009-11-11T19:58:00.000-08:002009-11-11T20:14:21.472-08:00A zucchini Bread and Etsy kind of day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6Zj5AkqlZyF4qmBIgVAQ3UnDdtoM7ajB7T_lT_ht_eDpVmLltGPDnUV47vQ9z6QYb4BjIR4CImtu5Td0uQlPsUSnT2GtXxvF8F7YrBpRrDjk9S0n3woOGZWHjD0N8K44oQvl3wbUPnU/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-11-11+at+8.10.58+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6Zj5AkqlZyF4qmBIgVAQ3UnDdtoM7ajB7T_lT_ht_eDpVmLltGPDnUV47vQ9z6QYb4BjIR4CImtu5Td0uQlPsUSnT2GtXxvF8F7YrBpRrDjk9S0n3woOGZWHjD0N8K44oQvl3wbUPnU/s320/Screen+shot+2009-11-11+at+8.10.58+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403065066838187138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrcJZWqook_865aic2okUpZthYCNU8HbHCTyjWctFML71exG-Fmg4bUIfq_BEl4x0CJMfaZEMnnJSVPkGZZjUYf4TeBO9nMlMl32LXmhqAqGmHLArXghN8qMb_VNir4aEk08gpf5Ln88/s1600-h/DSCN1671_038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrcJZWqook_865aic2okUpZthYCNU8HbHCTyjWctFML71exG-Fmg4bUIfq_BEl4x0CJMfaZEMnnJSVPkGZZjUYf4TeBO9nMlMl32LXmhqAqGmHLArXghN8qMb_VNir4aEk08gpf5Ln88/s320/DSCN1671_038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403062718628939906" /></a><br />Yowza!<div>I am so glad I skipped class today. I got a lot done!</div><div>First, I slept in and then I wrote a little in my journal. After that, it was straight out of bed I sprang into the kitchen to bake some delicious Zucchini Bread for the potluck at school tomorrow. As I was baking, I was overcome with emotion and started crying a little....but it was a healthy light cry. It was then that I realized I needed to take the day to myself and get down to personal business.</div><div>The bread was amazing. I used this recipe: <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/my-special-zucchini-bread-recipe-recipe.html">http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/my-special-zucchini-bread-recipe-recipe.html</a>. I didn't put in the curry powder, and ended up putting in some extra crystalized ginger and a tsp of nutmeg. MMmmmmm</div><div>Then, DUN DUN dunnnnn...I finally set up my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Adiegator">ETSY SHOP!!!!</a> (go ahead, click the link!) I am so excited to have finally done that for myself. Took the time, put in the effort, all in peace in my own home hanging out with my roommates dog. That means a whole lot more to me at this point than being in school for the day.</div><div>So now I am set and ready for the new day. I'm going to make myself dinner tonight, too. Zucchini, lemon and garlic with pasta...ah I love zucchini huh?</div><div><br /></div><div>For shits and giggles, here is the link again for my etsy. Tell me what you think! </div><div><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Adiegator">http://www.etsy.com/shop/Adiegator</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Adiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403916698897804348noreply@blogger.com1