trains of thought

trains of thought fascinate me... asking the question, how did we get on this subject and then tracing it back with a friend. amusing, fascinating.

today i followed the interesting train of links you see below.

#realtalk from your editor / RESPONSES FROM YOUR EDITOR

where I read this, "and I don’t plan on ever getting married."
which took me here:

The Marriage Project / The Marriage Project, Reflection 22- “With a healthy dose of independence and other personality traits that make it a poor fit for me, I believe.”

where I saw the blog title Fat and the Ivy

which is full of interesting articles and links to other.

which all having me thinking, once again, about my relationship with food and my perception of my body image.

enjoy.

ps. here's a big eared deer eating popcorn.

malaise. melancholy.

sometimes you just have to say...

New York

i think a trip might be in order soon.

i wouldn't mind spending the afternoon laying under the pink trees that are starting to bloom and enjoying the snowlike fall of the white blossoms. i might be grumpy, but i can't stop appreciating the beauty of a moment.

Do you mean what you say?

dazzling

good people.

As a generally happy girl it's surprising that sometimes I can have such an annoyed, grumpy disposition. It's something that I struggle with. All of the sudden I'll realize, oh, I was really short with that person. I wish I could have been a bit more patient. Why did I have to respond so negatively? I mean, obviously, I'm better than all of these people. So why can't they just get it? Then we'd all be happier Seriously this is how I feel I act. Do you struggle with this?

On the flip side, I have a story about people who were gracious and friendly.  On Friday I was running to a local market to pick up some things for our family get together. Matt was making brussel sprouts with bacon and maple syrup. mmm. As I'm heading to check out a woman and I arrive at the lane at the same time and I let her go ahead, her angle was better. When she saw me, she was very concerned that she'd cut. I assured her she had not. She explained that was shopping with a friend and wasn't sure where she was. When she realized that the friend was still shopping she insisted I move ahead of her in line. Thank you, thank you.

As soon as I got in line I realized I'd forgotten the apple cider I was craving. I asked the check out girl if they had some in stock, yes they did, but at that point I was blocked in on all sides of the aisle. I was going to have to leave with out my cider. Then the boy ahead of me, checking out with his mum, offered to go get me a gallon. Yes, yes please, I would love if you did that.

It was a good afternoon.

& just because

anxious sparrow
dear blank, please blank 
Sapling Press 

ducks & oats in a jar

Since I'm a day late, I'm going to combine day six & seven into one.

I don't actually remember this, but I love this photo of my grandpa & me. A memory of a memory, if you will.

a train of thought from yesterday--

My peanut butter jar is nearly empty. mmm. > I hate getting sticky hands from trying to scoop out the last of the peanut butter. > Oh, didn't I read cooking something in a peanut butter jar? > I know it was on Rachel's last post {pretty, damn funny. go watch.} > Right, PUMPKIN IN STABLE CONDITION AFTER BEING HUMPED BY BLOGGER > They were talking about something called OIAJ, pumpkin OIAJ at that. What is that? > Oats in a Jar, okay. I think I've seen them mention that over on Lifehacker... I didn't realize it was worth humping a pumpkin or 286,000 Google results. > Okay, what's the deal? Do they cook super fast or... > Wait. HOLD UP. You simply pour your oatmeal into a Peanut Butter Jar...? > There is a serious use of exclamation points related to this. I repeat, you simply pouring your oatmeal into a mostly empty jar of peanut butter, 48 instances in once case. > But, ok. I like peanut butter. I like Oatmeal. I'll give it a shot. > I'll report back tomorrow. > I may never be the same. 

Well...here it goes...

hmm.  That can't be good, bending the plastic with the hot oatmeal?

My life is definitely the same. I'm a little more blogger-y, having experience OIAJ. I'll do it again, before the jar gets quite so low. But I think life will be normal.

Have you had oats in a jar?

EMBRACE (IT)

everything. what you're afraid of, what you want, what you don't want.

the things about yourself you'd like to change.

(tidiness, focus, inconsistency)

the things about yourself you love.

(kind, loving, funny)

you can't change any of it. you can't change anyone.

you have to understand accept the reality. 

 and reality can be fucking fantastic.

you deserve happiness and love. and even when you thought you had to wait to find it.

(to learn more about yourself.)

it found you. sitting on the steps of an old stage.

it came to you. and it is just right.  

written in late november. 

oh yeah

i've always had this bad habit when i'm having a bad day to stay up and stare at the tv or internet. it's like i'm hiding from tomorrow. 

today, yesterday and friday were good days though. yay! for the weekend. i spent time with lovely friends and family which i totally needed. today was cleaning - rain - more family.

now it's a short work week! let's do it!!!

choose

today it's rainy and oh so cold in michigan, and it's dramatically effecting my mood. i made plans with a friend before i slid into this glumness that's striking me at the moment and seriously considered backing out. but i was reading sometimes sweet and she said, "There are definitely days when I actually decide to have a shitty day- I do not choose happiness, and in a way I almost give in to the negative emotions that are always swirling around in my brain."

i know i do that way to often, instead of actively trying to be positive and change my mood i just give in. today i'm not going to give in!

somedays, the pink tights and flowered dress moments aren't right in front of me, but they are just around the corner. 
  or
i would never say my life is hard, but sometimes it's not perfectly easy. 

love, kate