Thank you for saying this:
"My life is full of drama and I won’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like. I don’t like going to the gym.
‘I like eating fine foods and drinking nice wine. Even if I had a really good figure, I don’t think I’d get my t**s and a** out for no one.
‘I love seeing Lady Gaga’s boobs and bum. I love seeing Katy Perry’s boobs and bum. Love it. But that’s not what my music is about. I don’t make music for eyes, I make music for ears.’"
Thank you for being beautiful and sassy and and not apologizing for any of it. Thank you for reminding us there's so much more to worry about that the number on the scale and being healthy is better than being thin (minus those cigarettes ;-). And mostly, thank you for that gorgeous voice!
Love,
Pam
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Dear Microwave Chocolate Mug Cake,
Thank you for fulfilling my desires for both chocolate and laziness on a Monday night. You really are the best of both worlds.
Love,
Pam
Love,
Pam
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Fall is for lovers....
The colors of fall are by far some of the most beautiful you can see. The sun covers everything with a honey colored sweetness and a warmth that you want to wrap yourself up in. Even high noon feels like evening in the fall. It's that lovely golden tint, the coloring I get when I wear my sunglasses. I love that coziness. It makes me think of sweaters and hot chocolate and crunchy leaves. It's the kind of light that inspires artists to create and me to attempt to capture it on film, but of course, it never looks quite right. Fall is the prefect time to fall in love. Or to be in love.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
A New Month...already?!
Oh dear, my blog seems to have missed the entire month of October. I feel I've kind of missed it too, so perhaps that is appropriate.
But here we are, another month beginning and a day closer to 2010 (terrifying thought!) and almost 2 months since I've moved to DC. It feels like ages ago that I set out on my drive, excited for another adventure and hopeful at the prospect of finding a job relatively quickly.
Well, still no job. Some days that's harder than others simply because when you hear nothing back from anyone you, naturally start to get a bit discouraged. In total, I have applied to 86 jobs so far in the time I have been here and have been called for one interview (which I heard nothing back from). So it's frustrating to sit here and feel very unwanted and very underqualified for anything I would think to apply to. What irks me the most is that I feel like I could do these jobs, but I can't find a way in. Grrrrrr.
But I'm not going to sit here and whine; there are plenty of others out there in the same boat and some of those have more worries than me. So in addition to continuing my applications, I'll be looking for a part time job so I can keep myself out there in the working world, have some type of income, and prevent myself from going crazy sitting in the house all day. Plus, now Dan will be starting his job and I'll be alone? No, too boring. I need activities to do.
So working on some good old goal setting here, things to do, both work related and fun related, hobbies, books to read, maybe some classes to look for, new recipes to try ( I absolutely love to cook!), etc.
New month, new goals, hopefully a new job. Man I'm turning into a boring person.
Happy November to all of you and and interesting Sunday night :-)
But here we are, another month beginning and a day closer to 2010 (terrifying thought!) and almost 2 months since I've moved to DC. It feels like ages ago that I set out on my drive, excited for another adventure and hopeful at the prospect of finding a job relatively quickly.
Well, still no job. Some days that's harder than others simply because when you hear nothing back from anyone you, naturally start to get a bit discouraged. In total, I have applied to 86 jobs so far in the time I have been here and have been called for one interview (which I heard nothing back from). So it's frustrating to sit here and feel very unwanted and very underqualified for anything I would think to apply to. What irks me the most is that I feel like I could do these jobs, but I can't find a way in. Grrrrrr.
But I'm not going to sit here and whine; there are plenty of others out there in the same boat and some of those have more worries than me. So in addition to continuing my applications, I'll be looking for a part time job so I can keep myself out there in the working world, have some type of income, and prevent myself from going crazy sitting in the house all day. Plus, now Dan will be starting his job and I'll be alone? No, too boring. I need activities to do.
So working on some good old goal setting here, things to do, both work related and fun related, hobbies, books to read, maybe some classes to look for, new recipes to try ( I absolutely love to cook!), etc.
New month, new goals, hopefully a new job. Man I'm turning into a boring person.
Happy November to all of you and and interesting Sunday night :-)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
An Ode to National Parks
The past two nights I have been watching the lovely new documentary by Ken Burns, "The National Parks: America's Best Idea" and I've fallen in love. Not that I didn't love nature or parks or national things before, but I'm just enamored with the history of how they were founded. What's so crazy is that at the time they were no big deal, just another day a the office for law makers when they passed the bills handing over thousands of acres to the federal government for protection.
What has also been facinating in these first two episodes is the part John Muir and Teddy Roosevelt played in creating these parks. John Muir is the man. Let's just get that out there. He was an American transplant from his native Scotland who had so much love and respect for the natural world it's almost impossibe to put into words. Nature was to him a cathedral of sorts, a celebration of God, and thus something inherently sacred that was to be protected. It was upon seeing the Sierra Nevada that he experienced the power of nature on the human soul and was transformed into it's most vocal and eloquent protector.
And it is perhaps thanks to Muir that we have Teddy Roosevelt to thank for creating so many parks during his time in office. They spent 3 nights camping together in Yosemite where they talked, argued, and created a lasting bond that we can celebrate with abandon. Roosevelt even saved the Grand Canyon from most certain overuse and destruction due to mining and building, something that locals were not too happy about at the time, but I'd say ended up working out okay.
So here's a toast to two great men and all the others who were instrumental in the creation of these parks to preserve the beauty we all need and perhaps don't give enough thought to in our daily lives.
What has also been facinating in these first two episodes is the part John Muir and Teddy Roosevelt played in creating these parks. John Muir is the man. Let's just get that out there. He was an American transplant from his native Scotland who had so much love and respect for the natural world it's almost impossibe to put into words. Nature was to him a cathedral of sorts, a celebration of God, and thus something inherently sacred that was to be protected. It was upon seeing the Sierra Nevada that he experienced the power of nature on the human soul and was transformed into it's most vocal and eloquent protector.
And it is perhaps thanks to Muir that we have Teddy Roosevelt to thank for creating so many parks during his time in office. They spent 3 nights camping together in Yosemite where they talked, argued, and created a lasting bond that we can celebrate with abandon. Roosevelt even saved the Grand Canyon from most certain overuse and destruction due to mining and building, something that locals were not too happy about at the time, but I'd say ended up working out okay.
So here's a toast to two great men and all the others who were instrumental in the creation of these parks to preserve the beauty we all need and perhaps don't give enough thought to in our daily lives.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Picking Apples in Virginia
Apples are one of my favorite fruits- actually definitly top two. They are juicy, beautifully round, a variety of colors, and give the most satisfying crunch when you bite into them. But I've never been to an orchard or picked a ripe apple from a tree. This just seemed all wrong. Dan and I rectified this problem today when we drove to a small farm in Virginia to go apple picking. And it was wonderful!
The cloudy fall day turned sunny by the time we arrived at the farm, which was hopping with others eager to pick out some apples. Seeing the farm so busy was wonderful- people supporting a local farm, getting some fresh produce, and enjoying the outdoors. When we walked up to the check in site there was the most amazing smell I have ever smelled. We figured out it was fresh baked apple pie. I can't describe to you how good this smelled; I could have happily sat there all day simply sniffing the air and have been content. But there were apples to be picked.
We checked in, got a map of the orchard and tips on which varieties were in season, and picked up our apple picking tool- basically a clawed basket on the end of a long pole. And we were off. It was so much fun walking amongst the trees, picking apples with my bare hands or using our long clawed basket to pick some from high up in the tops of the trees. We spent a good hour and a half walking up the rows trying to find the best apples and trying not to fall on all the ones that had already fallen to the ground.
Storm clouds were moving into the Shenendoa Valley by that point so we paid for our apples and then explored the little store, looking at pumpkins, preserves, jams, jellys, salsas, butters and salad dressing made with the fruit they grow on their farm throughout the year. They all looked amazing and I was salivating over pumpkin butter, apple butter, blackberry preserves, raspberry jelly, and the like. Then we stumbled upon the pies- oh the smell! The crumbly goodness! We didn't get a pie ( I have my own apples to use after all) but we did indulge in cinnamon and sugar doughnuts that were divine.
So now I have about 8lbs of apples to eat, bake, and cook up. Dan doesn't eat fruit so I'll be eating all of this on my own (though I think if I bake a pie he'd probably eat some:-). Now I can't wait to go pumpkin picking in October.
The cloudy fall day turned sunny by the time we arrived at the farm, which was hopping with others eager to pick out some apples. Seeing the farm so busy was wonderful- people supporting a local farm, getting some fresh produce, and enjoying the outdoors. When we walked up to the check in site there was the most amazing smell I have ever smelled. We figured out it was fresh baked apple pie. I can't describe to you how good this smelled; I could have happily sat there all day simply sniffing the air and have been content. But there were apples to be picked.
We checked in, got a map of the orchard and tips on which varieties were in season, and picked up our apple picking tool- basically a clawed basket on the end of a long pole. And we were off. It was so much fun walking amongst the trees, picking apples with my bare hands or using our long clawed basket to pick some from high up in the tops of the trees. We spent a good hour and a half walking up the rows trying to find the best apples and trying not to fall on all the ones that had already fallen to the ground.
Storm clouds were moving into the Shenendoa Valley by that point so we paid for our apples and then explored the little store, looking at pumpkins, preserves, jams, jellys, salsas, butters and salad dressing made with the fruit they grow on their farm throughout the year. They all looked amazing and I was salivating over pumpkin butter, apple butter, blackberry preserves, raspberry jelly, and the like. Then we stumbled upon the pies- oh the smell! The crumbly goodness! We didn't get a pie ( I have my own apples to use after all) but we did indulge in cinnamon and sugar doughnuts that were divine.
So now I have about 8lbs of apples to eat, bake, and cook up. Dan doesn't eat fruit so I'll be eating all of this on my own (though I think if I bake a pie he'd probably eat some:-). Now I can't wait to go pumpkin picking in October.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Librarians
I had no idea you had to go to school to be a librarian. I thought they were simply people, like me, with a love of the printed word who actually understood the Dewey decimal system. After coming across several librarian positions in my job searches that I was excited to apply for (Getting paid to play with books all day! How marvelous!) I found I was underqualified as no amount of resume editing or cover letter wording can get me past the mandate that I must have a Masters of Library Sciences in order to apply for said jobs.
Bummer.
I had no idea a Masters of Library Science even existed. I don't think I'll be pursuing that line of advanced study, but I think I'm a little bit better person knowing that it's out there.
So alas I think I will not be helping some student gather research books or shelving 18th century English Literature. For now I'll have to stick with being the reader...if only I could figure out how to get paid for that life would be perfect.
Bummer.
I had no idea a Masters of Library Science even existed. I don't think I'll be pursuing that line of advanced study, but I think I'm a little bit better person knowing that it's out there.
So alas I think I will not be helping some student gather research books or shelving 18th century English Literature. For now I'll have to stick with being the reader...if only I could figure out how to get paid for that life would be perfect.
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