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For my last-day-of-the-month t-shirt theme.

I used my brains all day today, against my will, so I decided to stuff them all into my shirt this evening.

I have been a fan of Frank Gehry forever. He's designed some pretty amazing buildings, including one in my fair city. When I saw that he was designing jewelry for Tiffany & Co., I almost peed in my pants I was so excited. Obviously, I was never going to be able to afford to have my dream house designed by him, but this made his work available to the likes of me on a scale that I could deal with.

I had a hard time deciding which of the fish objects I wanted. I really liked the rings, but when I tried them on, even the single fish was a little ungainly on my big old hands. The bracelet is awesome, but I'm so not a bracelet girl.

I finally settled on this. It's the fish that I love, in a format that is significant. I wore it for the first time today, because it just arrived after having the chain lengthened - 16" is just way too short.

The girls read this meaning into it: The two fish represent the two of them. They are nestled together and getting along, which makes mom happy. Kierstin was not thrilled with the idea of having to smell Madison's feet forever while hanging around my neck, but informed me that she'll "get over it".

I'm so ok with that explanation.

Miss Katrina is awesome. She takes very good care of me and my face. And other places I can't mention in polite company.

I have gotten more compliments on my brows since she started doing them it's ridiculous. I carry a number of her cards around with me so I can give them out when people ask who does my brows.

I am: me
I continue to be: frustrated
I feel: the darkness encroaching.
Right this minute: The hate is strong in me again.

I am feeling it this time. Really feeling it, and not hiding it this time. Not any more. No more sweeping it under the rug. No more avoiding it because it's too much effort or too uncomfortable. No. Those days are over for good. Never again will I be that girl - the one who has no options. The one who needs saving. I will save me this time, or I will die trying.

I took a break of sorts. I didn't intend to, but there it is.

Now I just need to get motivated for Spike shots, and I'll be back to my own little version of "normal".

Single Shot Week is over. Yay.

Crazy, crazy busy this week. The kind of crazy that makes people jump out of windows and run out into traffic.

I will not go insane. I will not go insane. I will not ... too late.

It's Strawberry Lemonade weather!

Single Shot week, day 4

Yadda, yadda, yadda. Who's dumb idea was this anyways??

Single Shot Week - day 3

Zero effort on this last night. Processed the hell out of it, both in Picasa and Picnik, then slapped it up.

BLAH.

Single Shot Week - day 2

I am so tired tonight that I almost fell asleep during a conversation with my cousin on the way home tonight. She was driving, good thing.

Work is kicking my ass, and my YSC list is getting longer instead of shorter - and I'm kicking my own ass mentally about that. It's getting down to the wire, and I've dug myself into a hole that's going to require more effort to get out of than I think I'm capable of at this point.

I'm so glad I'm a procrastinator.

This week should be fun - I'm taking a single shot every day and making it work.

Another quickie tonight. I took a whole series of shots outside in the sun, which decided to make an appearance this evening. Every photo I took was out of focus. Every. single. one. I am too dumb to draw breath sometimes. Damn.

Taken with the phone. This is all I could muster today.

Black & White week continues. Maybe indefinitely. :o)

I'm officially going black & white for the rest of the week. So there.

I spent more time on the ground tonight than on my feet - it was just one of those nights. Sometimes that's fun - but not tonight. I have a chiropractic appointment tomorrow, and it's a damn good thing.

Post-volleyball blahs. I need a shower and some Alleve. That is all.

Today marks the 14th anniversary of my first Chemotherapy treatment. Follow the photo to flickr for the story.

I am a lucky, lucky girl.

scary close, wouldn't you say?

rain, rain, go away!

in the car, on the way to work. blah. blah. blah.

biting the blanket.

I love this shirt, and I don't get to wear it often enough. My favorite place to wear it is to Volleyball, because it pisses off all of the over-the-hill macho pricks who take themselves WAAAAAY too seriously (it's recreational B-League, dude. Calm yourself). And it's especially fun when they think this old, fat chick isn't going to get hands on their flaming fireball of a spike, and I block their shit. Or dig it like it wasn't anything special. Heh!