Saturday, July 31, 2010

Sometimes I Try and Think Deeply

I hate feeling self-pity. It is a disgusting monster that sucks the life out of a person.Life isn’t the easiest right now and I hate complaining about it because I know it is due to my own folly. I happen to be in a transition period, trying to adjust to a new label that has been placed upon me. I don’t want to be defined by my past, but ultimately this is the path I’ve chosen and the consequences I have to live with. Contrary to what I'd like to believe, problems are not imposed upon me by life-circumstances that happen at random. They occur as a combination of situations that grow out of a series of choices. And usually at the end, I can see how wrong my thinking was and how naively I entered into hurtful circumstances. How I wish for a time machine to go back and correct my life.
The bottom line is that we all learn through experiences. It doesn’t matter how hard they were and how painful the learning process, it is the only way we would have truly known. So while I chaff under the judgments of others, I am grateful for the knowledge I’ve gained, the pain I experience, and the help of true friends and a loving family.

There is a powerful quote by Hugh Nibley that I love:

“If every choice I make expresses a preference; if the world I build up is the world I really love and want, then with ever choice I am judging myself, proclaiming all the day long to God, angels and my fellowmen where my real values lie, where my treasure is, the things to which I give supreme importance.”

How easily we get stuck on the petty problems in our lives and shut out all the wonderful things of which we are capable of. How easily we convince ourselves to take the path of lesser pain that ultimately leads to a sinkhole. Life is what we make out of it. We have been blessed beyond capacity for deeper intelligence, thought, and enlargement.

How excited does this make you?

Our search for knowledge should be ceaseless for we never know enough. So while life is tough right now, I’m going to accept the problems and the heartache on my journey.

Sometimes I just need to remind myself it's worth it.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Laptop Cover

I have struck again.
I use to say that every genius needed a place to make a mess,
(This was usually my excuse for the disaster in my room.)
but I think its just me.
Scissors, tape, glue, pins, spools of thread, and bits of fabric are
inevitably everywhere when I try to get in touch with my
"crafty side." Usually by the time I'm frustrated and have thrown
the "craft" across the room it is held together by duct tape.
(No real crafty person would dare touch the stuff, but I find solutions.)

Yes, I can't sew and you won't find me on Etsy.
But, I am proud to present:
My Laptop Cover.
After a miserable first attempt, I did finally finish the second.
I like it a lot. I was going to have instructions on how to make one,
but I really honestly don't know how I did it.
So, I did use a combination of this one and this one (hehe) and
I wish I'd found this one before I started.
Knock yourself out you ultra crafty people.

I did do something on purpose.
Maybe you noticed how cute these little lovelies were:

They are so easy too.

Cut out a large circle. Proceed to cut out smaller and smaller
circles until you have a small little stack.
I like to have my circles a little lopsided and bumpy.
It makes them more fun to look at.

Run your needle up the middle of the stack and back down again. Repeat.

Decide how many beads you want in the center. Thread them on.

Now the tricky part. Pull your needle through one or two of the circles.

Pinch them together and pull a stitch through the pinch. Do this
in a few different places throughout the bundle to fluff it up a bit.

The more you do it the more 3-D your flower will look.

Tie off your thread and sew the flower onto your case. Be careful not
to sew your flap closed. Learning is a process right.

And walla! you can be just like me.

I apologize for the terrible pictures, I'll work on that.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Little Crazy, but Only in Groups

I have confirmed myself as having koumpounophobia.
(And here I thought I was just crazy my whole life .)

Today was a glorious day, for it was the day that
I found that I am/was not alone in my fear of buttons.

I guess there a certain degrees of severity to the phobia,
ranging from cringing to vomiting. I can't remember a time where
I haven't been afraid of buttons. Although,
it has lessened quite a bit since I've grown older.

I remember one distinct time when I was in kindergarten
and my dear, sweet mother made me wear a
shirt that had CLEAR buttons on it.
I bawled and gagged! I just wanted to throw up. Yew, yew!
I wore my coat all day just so I wouldn't have to see
those clear buttons. I think I cried all day too.
It was a tramatic experience that is really funny now.

A lot of people with the phobia can't stand any kind of plastic button.
It is only clear, plastic buttons that I can't stand.
They are so gross and give me the willies.
I'm 22 and I still can't wear them. Pathetic.
On dress pants, those clear buttons on the inside, I have to cut
them off or make sure there is a piece of fabric between the button and me,
because I can't stand them touching my skin.

So, laugh if you will, but there are others out there.
And did you know there is a fear of belly buttons?
{image found here}

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


There have been countless wise words written about
life; and its difficulties, joys, heartaches, and goodness
have graced many books, movies, and blogs.
{probably in that order}
Many people romantize it, but I think we all know
it is a tough job.
And this blog is just another about life: my life.
I promise to write about
hope, love,heartache, pain, transitions,
happiness, tears, and events pertaining to it.
I like the idea of being open and honest.
I ain't a wise woman.
But there is something comforting in writing
and hoping that others read your words
and understand you just a little.
And something cool about knowing that
I can make a new friend a thousand miles away.
So... welcome to the "business of creating."
Come join me for awhile.