| What Do You Have To Say? - Arts & Crafts: My Inspiration |
[22 Sep 2007|05:31pm] |
Jeans. I get my inspiration from bluejeans. I like jeans that are worn and torn, faded naturally or artifically, embroidery or not. The wear and tear of someone's old pair of bluejeans really tells a lot about where they've (the jeans) have been and how much they were loved.
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| Procrastinators of the world unite! .....tomorrow. |
[27 Jul 2007|07:53am] |
I got engaged ages ago it seems now and I thought that I should do an entry giving an update to wedding plans.
UPDATE: There are none. I haven't really made any plans at all and I guess that could just be the procrastinating part of me. Yes. I did have a lead a few weeks ago on a location. I wanted to get married at Glen Eyrie, this beautiful castle in Garden of the Gods, but someone apparently had the same idea as myself and has already booked May 24th. Well fine then! So now I have no idea what to do for a location and if anyone has any beautiful outdoor locations to suggest, I'm open to them.
I am, however, going to my first ever wedding dress shopping ...thing tomorrow, Saturday. I'm going with James' mother after we drop off my cat at dreampower and get a pedicure. Isn't that funny? I know I'm pretty girly but I've never actually been quite that girly and it's really bringing out the girl IN me. Here's to hoping that the dress I want fits to my body. I'll post pictures, ha, maybe even a poll. But keep it away from James, he's not supposed to see.
SO! With the release of the 7th Harry Potter book my curiosity in fanfiction has stirred and I've been looking for some good fic that doesn't really have to coincide with the book but if it does that'd be great too. I've been trying to visit my old haunts (it's been like a year and a half since I've sincerely read fanfiction)and it's just now that I'm realizing how ...*sugar coating* explicit the fics I used to read are. I think I have to start all over again in fanfiction and work my way back up to the point where I used to be at. You know, the avid fan, the one who spends most of her single time reading because there's really nothing better to do. Problem is these days that I find there's a lot of things better to do and it's usually with James or the friends or that sort of thing.
SPOILERS
And, as for my thoughts on the 7th book (they're not all that long or unique) I really liked the book. Without giving away spoilers I thought that a lot of it was really really sad, especially towards the end, and I can understand why JK Rowling said that some people would absolutely loathe it. I've read a lot of reviews and I was surprised to see that a lot of people didn't like the epilogue while I quite enjoyed it! I thought it really brought about an end to the entire series. The couples were what we all expected them to be; Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, so forth and so on. The only thing that I confused was the names of their children and it took me awhile to decipher who was the spawn of who. But I'm glad that got what he wanted in the end. Before the book came out I was sure that Harry was going to die in the end and I mourned the fact that he would never truely have the family and love he had always wanted. So I'm glad he did.
And that's that! I wrote this right before I was to be heading off to work and I'm a bit late now. So ciao my friends. Thanks to those for all the lovely comments in my engagement post. :)
Leah
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| Engaged ...and underage? |
[18 Jun 2007|07:39pm] |
Everytime I get on livejournal with that feeling that I'm really in the mood to post an entry and I click on 'Post and entry' and suddenly I'm affronted with this big, white, blank screen. Like the blank pages of a regular journal, and suddenly my mind goes blank and I think to myself that I'm not really in the mood to post anything after all, oh well, next time then. Not this time though! I'm actually ready to tell all, bare all, or not really. I don't trust public journals and I most certainly don't trust them online, so you don't get ALL my secrets, not that there are really all that many in the first place.
So, I'm engaged, yes, it was exciting and romantic. It wasn't one of those random moments when the guy you're with says, "Hey, let's get married." or "Will you marry me?" while you're sitting on the couch or something. He (being James) actually had this planned for an entire month without my knowing. I had my moments where I was sure he was going to propose soon and then my doubts and he just happened to pop the question during a doubts phase, which, really, I should have known better considering the circumstances.
It was really quite romantic, everything I've always wanted a proposal to be like. We went to Crested Butte (it's pronounced Creste' Bute, not butt, which is what I always think when I look at the actual spelling) for our 1 year anniversary the 2nd and 3rd of June (our anniversary is actually the 14th but we'll get to that part later). He got us one of the largest suites called "Pearl" and the room was all white with a big white bed and a white couch and fireplace so forth and so on.
By the sinks when you walk in.
The room
The fireplace and a little bit of the television cabinet.
Then through these french doors to the left the room had it's own hot tub in the floor along with it's own sauna, two person shower, and the best part (because I really like my privacy) a toilet in it's own little room where you can shut and lock the door. Ah, bliss. Really, it was an amazing room. French doors from the hot tub led out onto the deck where there was this gorgeous view of the mountains.
The hot tub
The view from the deck where we ate dinner.
But while the room was absolutely beautiful (including the Lily's he got for me, my favorite flower, he listens!)it was the proposal that took my by surprise.
The Lily's
He had this personal chef make us dinner, 5 courses, all amazing with my favorite foods but by the main course I was too full from the first three so we sent it upstairs to be put away for later (which we forgot to take with us when we left) and he went upstairs to put his away.
So I go sit on the couch, (I look terrible by the way, I'm wearing his shirt and my hair is not in it's best shape pulled up into a pony tail), he comes back downstairs, walks up to me quite proud of himself and says;
"So. I've decided something." He's decided something, has he? Of course.
Then he gets down on one knee and pulls out this white box and inside is my ring (a pearl surrounded by diamonds) and says "Will you marry me?" Ha, will I marry him. The word "Yes!" escaped not two seconds after he asked. Then we did the whole kissing and hugging thing while someone took pictures in the background. It turned out his sister Kaydee was that someone and the squealing and jumping and oohing and aahing of course preceded that.
The ring. Hee ^_^
Of course, everyone seemed to know about this for the entire month BUT me. Me! Of all people! So that was our whole proposal. It was lovely (insert sigh).
So the proposal is done! The wedding date of May 24th 2008 is set. And the planning is set in motion. I pretty much know what it is I want, it's just figuring out how much it's all going to cost and stuff that's the problem. I'm really hoping on Glen Eyrie for the location but that's a wait and see and all for another post. We've got lots of time to plan so we're not really in a rush to have everything set and done with.
And that's that. Bye all!
-Leah
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| Whether we like it or not. |
[24 May 2007|07:00pm] |
Sometimes I sit here at home or wherever I happen to be, and whereve that is is usually with James, and I think about all that I thought my life was going to be like. I never thought that I'd get married or plan on having kids, I never thought I'd move into a house after leaving my mother's, I always thought I'd be single but never alone my whole life. And I see now that what I thought wasn't so at all.
I'm this close to being engaged. There's talk of marriage and starting a family and buying a house with a yard so that the kids have room to play and moving out of state and all kinds of grown-up things. I like this talk. I want this kind of talk. While I didn't think any of these things would happen to me, I still wanted them to. I'd accepted the fact that they never would long before I met James. It just goes to show you how things like this hit you.
So, before, when I thought none of this would happen I had already planned my life. I was going to leave. I wasn't sure how I was going to leave but I was positive I was going to.
Oh, how I wish it was as easy to just up and leave and travel the world now as it was back in the day, where people just hopped on their horse, or in a wagon, or on foot and just left. Not a penny in their pocket or a direction of consequence. Nowadays when you want to travel the world you need quite a bit of money to do so and most of us don't have that. Only the rich get to experience all that life has to offer (and I mean ALL) because they have what it takes to do it. Money, that is.
I wish I could go back in time and ask one of these travelers, with great stories, how they did it.
"I left ...everything." they'd say, "Friends, family, home, security, familiarity ..everything. It's the price I paid."
That or they had nothing to begin with. No family, no friends, no home, no nothing. I wonder if travelling the world filled them somehow. Whenever I hear great stories like this or think about the people who once did it I always imagine them traveling alone. I used to think that was the way but I suppose a bit of company would be nice. By company of course I mean James. I don't think there's honestly a place I wouldn't go with that boy.
There's this woman at my work, one of the admin ladies. Elliot, I mentioned before. She lives in a big house, has a girl and a boy, and a husband. I have to wonder if this is what she ultimately wanted, this comfort and security with a big helping of IT. IT being IT, that's it, this is what you are now, this is the big finish. So young and so placent to be the big finish. I want a family with a husband and children but I can't imagine living in one place for the rest of my life.
You'd think though that that's how it works. You meet someone nice, get married, buy a house, have kids, raise them, be proud of your work. You've raised them to go and live independent, interesting, lives. You can retreat into the house that you've lived in for god knows how long and live out the rest of your days.
What kind of life is that? There MUST be another way to have a husband and a family without doing ...THAT. There must be some kind of way of having a family and raising them without all the hustle and bustle of normality. I suppose I want it all. I want the family AND to be differently so all at the same time. I want to see the world and I want my future family to do it with me.
The only problem I see in that is James not wanting to. I wonder if we could possibly reach some kind of compromise. Ha, sure, that's the kind of dinner talk everyone wants to have. The talk of "Let me live life and experience all it has to offer and do it with me, whether you like it or not." It doesn't matter, if I'm truely honest with myself, I'd go with James to the house in one place for the next god knows how long and raise the family and forget all that it was I wanted and concentrate on being happy somehow else.
I want to be happy my way but that doesn't mean that I can't be happy another way as well, whether I like it or not.
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[20 May 2007|07:20pm] |
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If I wrote in here more often then starting a new entry would be a lot easier.
I'm finding that teaching at Childrens Depot. is almost as depressing s teaching at Joseph's Montessori. Joseph's was depressing because Lana was there being the bitch that she usually is and making everyones lives a living hell while she sits "comfortably" in hers. But I liked my students there and I miss them everyday, partially because I'm reminded everyday by my new students how much better they were. I know, I know, that's a terrible thing for a teacher to say but it's the truth, these new students are ok but they're nothing like my old ones, they don't have as much personality and they don't speak as well.
This new boss of mine, let's call her "Sandy", she's the head boss and at first she seemed really sweet and nice and I really liked her but now that my newness is wearing off ...well, horns I think are starting to grow. She can be nice but I think she prefers not to be. I can understand that though, being the boss, I feel the same way with my students. I'd rather them respect me than like me. I don't care if they like me as long as they do what I tell them to, which they are slowly but surely starting to now that they're learning their boundaries.
There's another boss, let's call her "Elliot", as on account her real name is like a boys name as well. Elliot I didn't think I was going to like but it turns out that I much prefer her over Sandy even though I don't think she'll recognize half of what I do to kiss ass around there. If Sandy is the bad guy then maybe she could possibly be the good? And a GOOD question would be; IS there a good guy? It's doubtful. Politics in teaching just keeps getting worse.
So James tried to take me Rock Climbing this past Saturday. It ended up being a disaster. I don't like rock climbing but I said yes because I wanted him to be happy. It ended up a BIG fight, one I didnt think we'd actually have that big, and then of course we made up the same day. To make ourselves feel better we went to entertainmart to get James the first season of Samurai Jack and ended up buying that AND a Playstation2 and two games for it. After that we felt a lot better.
James got some game about Sparta and Prince of Persia and I, of course, got the 4th Harry Potter game. I haven't played my game yet and it's now Monday and we got it on Saturday. I had no idea that James would like video games so much, as far as I know, he'd much rather read a book. But he's been playing and, after Heroes, I plan on taking over the PS2 with Harry Potter, respectfully.
All in all, I don't like my job very much but I do have a fantastic boyfriend that just can't be described in enough words. So I suppose my life has evened out a bit. Isn't that the way it always is?
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| Temptation of Fate |
[08 May 2007|08:16am] |
Just a quick entry before I go to work. Amazing how I can lose track of time doing absolutely nothing on the internet. Is it just me or has the internet lost some of it's interest? Especially when you start a daily favorites list.
Oi.
Ran into Andrew yesterday. The ex-boyfriend. Great hair, still has it! Was pretty impressed. The weird thing is that I'm this close to getting engaged (I'm pretty sure James has something planned, but he won't tell me what it is) and all of a sudden all my freaking ex's are showing up, not the two week relationship ones mind you, the ones I really cared about. Wes just starts talking to met out of the blue, Angela just happens to be at the same resteraunt as my friends and I, and Andrew is delivering cases of beer at one of the million conoco's in town that I just happen to stop and ask directions for at (I didn't get any by the way, completely useless.) It was good seeing him though, he looks different.
And that was my short rant. Temptation by fate? Possibly. Will I bite? There's not a chance in hell. I've already had this debate with myself and there's nothing, in the world, at all, that could possible deter me away from James. Simply because I don't beleive I could ever find a love like this again. Go figure, right?
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[12 Apr 2007|02:09pm] |
I deleted all my previous entries because I felt that they were the ramblings of utter shit and were really more written (or should I say typed?) for people to read rather than simply to get things off my chest. I think both reasons for blogging are a bit stupid. Everybody blogs and everybody thinks that it is their blog that is singled out among others, that is read, that is interesting, blah, blah, blah when the truth of the matter really is that they're not that distinguished among the masses.
To write in a blog for oneself is a bit stupid as well. Eventually you'll say something insulting or something that wasn't really supposed to be read by anyone else (which kind of defeats the purpose of keeping your blog set to public instead of private) and drama will eventually ensue and all will be lost. Boo hoo. So sad. Don't be stupid. Common sense was obviously not a virtue bestowed upon everyone.
I, however, am not blogging for either of those reasons. I wont be blogging to be read nor will I be blogging something I don't want someone to read. If you are reading my blog and happen to see something you don't like or disagree with or find something personally insulting, I pretty much don't care if you know it. Don't comment me with your drama, just call me, we'll duke it out. There might possibly be cookies.
Ever since the myspace phenomenon no one really reads livejournal anyway. Unless they're spying on you.
I felt like blogging today because I am just continually pissed off with my boss. I know it's the age old problem with authority rearing it's ugly head, but count me among the masses and be done with it. I had no idea it was possible to have a hate/love relationship with my job. I always knew that I wanted to take care of children and part of that career was the option of pre-school teacher, but my god, it's not just my boss, it's my students! Who knew a 2-4 year olds could bring ya down like that? Most certainly not me. I am continually reminding myself that I am 21, they are very very young, and I am stronger than them.
It's not like it's hard to teach pre-school. Abc's 123's shapes colors yadda yadda, the basics of which I've always been fond of, it's their behavior, i mean, my god, I've seen adults give me that look of "Oh heh, you're talking to me, well, yeah...*smirk*" but children do it so much better (or should I say worse). It's kind of hard to explain the particular few that make me want to tell their parents that all they REALLY need is some damn good whiplash on the derrier. Damn state laws.
Now that I'm here to blog about what a sadistic bitch my boss is, I don't really feel like it. I suppose I was really here to just get things started. Go figure. Later then, perhaps.
And I'm off. (Because I really have no idea how to end this any other way.)
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