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Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
BeautyDish
I love finding pretty corners in the city.
And even more awesome when my friend can show the world how pretty they are.
And even more awesome when my friend can show the world how pretty they are.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Chub
Something has got to change.
Some how, everything in my life is broken. But not broken enough to be replaceable.
You know. A computer that works. Some times. Because the video card is going out and so I get only about an hours use out of it.
Or a phone. Which works just fine. But has serious cracks in the back that some times cut me.
Like my shelves. They are on my wall. But the can not be called book shelves. They just can't seem to handle the weight.
It's like I'm almost ghetto. But I'm not. I work at a lovely store. But it is retail. I live on my own, but it takes two jobs to barely make it.
My life is broken.
Something has got to change.
Some how, everything in my life is broken. But not broken enough to be replaceable.
You know. A computer that works. Some times. Because the video card is going out and so I get only about an hours use out of it.
Or a phone. Which works just fine. But has serious cracks in the back that some times cut me.
Like my shelves. They are on my wall. But the can not be called book shelves. They just can't seem to handle the weight.
It's like I'm almost ghetto. But I'm not. I work at a lovely store. But it is retail. I live on my own, but it takes two jobs to barely make it.
My life is broken.
Something has got to change.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
AndThenItRained
I get to have two jobs.
And I get to work a lot.
And And... I get to miss out on a lot of events.
But then I have good friends who let me recreate those events on their sidewalk!
The clouds started to loom. Just let me finish.
And then I ran out of black.
Then it rained.
Bring it on.
TheManWithTheOldRose
All I was thinking about were the new chairs.
I pulled up, and all I was thinking about were the new chairs.
He had suspenders on. Button up white shirt tucked in his over sized black pants. A sweet 80 year old man. He looked like he wanted to come down his porch steps to greet me. But he stopped. Soon, to find out he does not walk so well. So I came to him. Half way up the drive way I greet him by his name, Charlie. He smiles and slightly yells from his step, "You are a beautiful young lady!" I thank him and tell him his house is beautiful. We go inside.
The chairs are sitting next to the door. Charlie beckons me to sit in them. He assures me they are quite comfortable, and he wasn't wrong. Once sitting, I look around the old house. Smells old. China cabinets are clutter with antique Disney collectibles. Papers litter the table. Things are quite a disarray.
"My wife, she now has Alzheimer's, and she is in a new place that has the things she needs. It is 4,000$ a month to keep her there. But I want the best for her."
His wife's name is Helen.
I apologize for his situation, which feels weird. But I didn't know what else to say. But just to give him the most comforting smile I had.
"I just can't keep this house up with out her. I have to get rid of some stuff."
I tell him that the chairs will be well loved. He takes me around his house, showing me the things his wife once loved. China. Lace curtains. Vases. Ceramic collectibles. And roses.
Charlie apologizes for not being able to help me put the chairs in my car, his strength isn't what it used to be. But in return, he will pick me one of his wife's roses. To help pay for my gas that got me there. And I can't stop smiling.
Putting the chair in my car, I look over the hood, to see Charlie with a large rose. In a glass vase. My heart melts.
"Please take this vase. My wife would love you to have it." And with that I give him a big hug. Something so strange about hugging a stranger. But so real. Charlie tells me he hasn't had a hug like that in a long time.
I pulled up, and all I was thinking about were the new chairs.
He had suspenders on. Button up white shirt tucked in his over sized black pants. A sweet 80 year old man. He looked like he wanted to come down his porch steps to greet me. But he stopped. Soon, to find out he does not walk so well. So I came to him. Half way up the drive way I greet him by his name, Charlie. He smiles and slightly yells from his step, "You are a beautiful young lady!" I thank him and tell him his house is beautiful. We go inside.
The chairs are sitting next to the door. Charlie beckons me to sit in them. He assures me they are quite comfortable, and he wasn't wrong. Once sitting, I look around the old house. Smells old. China cabinets are clutter with antique Disney collectibles. Papers litter the table. Things are quite a disarray.
"My wife, she now has Alzheimer's, and she is in a new place that has the things she needs. It is 4,000$ a month to keep her there. But I want the best for her."
His wife's name is Helen.
I apologize for his situation, which feels weird. But I didn't know what else to say. But just to give him the most comforting smile I had.
"I just can't keep this house up with out her. I have to get rid of some stuff."
I tell him that the chairs will be well loved. He takes me around his house, showing me the things his wife once loved. China. Lace curtains. Vases. Ceramic collectibles. And roses.
Charlie apologizes for not being able to help me put the chairs in my car, his strength isn't what it used to be. But in return, he will pick me one of his wife's roses. To help pay for my gas that got me there. And I can't stop smiling.
Putting the chair in my car, I look over the hood, to see Charlie with a large rose. In a glass vase. My heart melts.
"Please take this vase. My wife would love you to have it." And with that I give him a big hug. Something so strange about hugging a stranger. But so real. Charlie tells me he hasn't had a hug like that in a long time.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
EQPhotography
This is a great opportunity to get some summer photos done at a great price! My best friend Eddie is the bomb! Interested? I know you arrrreeeeeee...
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
LasVegas2011
Only in Vegas did our breakfast come from a chocolate factory. (Okay. Maybe my breakfast often comes from a chocolate factory.) But not one like this!
Being girls... we had a few outfit changes through the day.
Dinner Date
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Shopping...
Breakfast....
...and because summer did not come fast enough here in Utah. I went to Vegas to have my own summer night.
Monday, June 6, 2011
TheGrinchDilemma
It's a tug of war. And it's tied. Because it is right down the middle. Not one side is stronger than the other.
I'm going to stick around a little bit longer. Just to make sure you like sleeping alone.
