Yummy!
You know the one thing I love the very very very most...HUGS!!!!
*hugs nearest person*
No, silly, Hersey's Hugs! But they don't sell them here in Italy, even on Base. So, I've gone through withdrawls, severe, shake-uncontrolably, blood-shot-eyes withdrawls.
It's very bad.
So, you can imagine my absolute joy when I walked into the Commissary and saw HUGS!! I couldn't contain my excitement and I bought three bags...I wanted to buy more, but I refrained.
I've been munching on the deliteful little pieces of heaven for the past three days.
Man, they are so good.
Mmmmmmmm
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, December 18, 2008
The Woes of a Misunderstood Artist
Today, I was very happy and bubbly and energetic just like I usually am. Then, an unfortunate incident occured that put a little damper on my spirits (good thing it's the end of the day so it won't affect the rest of it.)
First, I need to explain a little something. I see myself as an artist, not like a specific artist like a painter or anything, but an artist of many talents. I write, paint, sketch, draw, use various mediums, the whole nine yards. Well, to be fair, I'm a Poet artist. I'm a poet first and foremost, then an artist in many senses of the word.
So, today - well, now that I think about it, it's been an ongoing thing for a while - someone close to me, whom I view as a great artist and a great inspiration, discredited me as an artist. Here's how it went... *coolie flashback vortex*
We're sitting around the table, a friend that we just met sitting beside us. We're still getting to know this guy so he says to us, "Which one of you is the artist?"
My someone-that-is-close-to-me immediately says, "I am."
Come on, let's be fair we're both artists, I put in.
"No, I am." then she proceedes to talk to this friend about her art and blah blah blah.
*coolie vortex ends*
I'm left there, feeling put down and discredited and....I don't know how to describe it. It's like telling someone they can't be who they are, they can't be short or can't be a woman. I already knew this person doesn't respect me as an artist and that was fine (she respects me as a writer, but not an artist), but to totally bash me like that was...cruel. No matter how good my work is, no matter how hard I try, she can't see me as an equal. I see now that I've never shown my work to anybody because if she can't respect my art, how can others? If the one person I trust everything to can't accept me and be my equal, then how can I let myself be exposed to others?
Maybe I just think too highly of this person's approval. I don't need approval from anyone to be who I am and to vent my creativity....
....
It still hurts.
First, I need to explain a little something. I see myself as an artist, not like a specific artist like a painter or anything, but an artist of many talents. I write, paint, sketch, draw, use various mediums, the whole nine yards. Well, to be fair, I'm a Poet artist. I'm a poet first and foremost, then an artist in many senses of the word.
So, today - well, now that I think about it, it's been an ongoing thing for a while - someone close to me, whom I view as a great artist and a great inspiration, discredited me as an artist. Here's how it went... *coolie flashback vortex*
We're sitting around the table, a friend that we just met sitting beside us. We're still getting to know this guy so he says to us, "Which one of you is the artist?"
My someone-that-is-close-to-me immediately says, "I am."
Come on, let's be fair we're both artists, I put in.
"No, I am." then she proceedes to talk to this friend about her art and blah blah blah.
*coolie vortex ends*
I'm left there, feeling put down and discredited and....I don't know how to describe it. It's like telling someone they can't be who they are, they can't be short or can't be a woman. I already knew this person doesn't respect me as an artist and that was fine (she respects me as a writer, but not an artist), but to totally bash me like that was...cruel. No matter how good my work is, no matter how hard I try, she can't see me as an equal. I see now that I've never shown my work to anybody because if she can't respect my art, how can others? If the one person I trust everything to can't accept me and be my equal, then how can I let myself be exposed to others?
Maybe I just think too highly of this person's approval. I don't need approval from anyone to be who I am and to vent my creativity....
....
It still hurts.
Digital Get Down
Ok, so I'm kind of prejudice when it comes to art. I don't like digital art, to me, it just seems like it doesn't take true talent to make, same with abstract. Well, I took some pictures and experimented with some digital effects and stuff. It's not as easy as I thought! While I still prefer traditional art, digital art isn't so much a taboo thing anymore.
This one is called Violets are Blue. It was actually very complicated to make this picture. I wanted the floweres to be a really strong blue, but then they took away from the rest of it. To fix that, I cut the leaves and the grassy part in the corners and put them on a new layer so that I could sharpen their color without changing anything else. Then I had to soften the reds a little in the top corner. Part of the rocks ended up on a different layer so that I could move the leaves around. I finally got it all together, just the right hues and everything. Va-la!
This one is Star of the Show. Really all I did to this picture was tone down the orange (the light when I took the picture made it look very very orange) and take out my palm from the background. Oh yeah, I also cropped it and took out the other half of the apple so it was more balanced.
Fountain of Stars. I just adjusted the contrast so that the trees were really dark and the water was brighter. I toyed with the idea of somehow putting shooting stars coming out of the water like droplets of water, but I figured it looked good like this (and it was too complicated to figure out XD.)
Here are a few pictures I touched up/altered on the computer. (I took the pictures first then messed around with them.)
This one is called Violets are Blue. It was actually very complicated to make this picture. I wanted the floweres to be a really strong blue, but then they took away from the rest of it. To fix that, I cut the leaves and the grassy part in the corners and put them on a new layer so that I could sharpen their color without changing anything else. Then I had to soften the reds a little in the top corner. Part of the rocks ended up on a different layer so that I could move the leaves around. I finally got it all together, just the right hues and everything. Va-la!
This one is Star of the Show. Really all I did to this picture was tone down the orange (the light when I took the picture made it look very very orange) and take out my palm from the background. Oh yeah, I also cropped it and took out the other half of the apple so it was more balanced.Fountain of Stars. I just adjusted the contrast so that the trees were really dark and the water was brighter. I toyed with the idea of somehow putting shooting stars coming out of the water like droplets of water, but I figured it looked good like this (and it was too complicated to figure out XD.)
Life is a Balancing Act. This one is the most drastically changed and digitalized. I took a picture of my foot on a cement ball that we have in our drive way. Then, I edited out the ball and put the Earth in its place. I didn't intend for the background to end up like that, but I was messing around with renderings and stumbled upon this one that I thought looked cool. After it rendered though, I had to move it around and change the radius so that it was behind the Earth and looked like it was...well how it is.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Maybe I Just Think Too Much
As I'm sitting here, contemplating nothing in particular as I'm waiting to start cooking Thanksgiving dinner, I start thinking about Josh (the guy from the shoppette that proclaimed his love for me.) He's come into the shoppette every day for the past...two weeks or so and he always comes to my line and we flirt as I ring up his stuff and he leaves.
But I don't get it? What is the purpose of flirting? He comes in, we flirt, I smile and act all smexy and like I'm totally in to him....but then he leaves and I go back to work. What is the point? We didn't get anywhere and while he's convinced he's in love with me, I only know his name....and that's not even because he told it to me. I had to eavesdrop to become privy to that knowledge.
Cooking, on the other hand, is something I understand. I'm proud to report that both carrot cakes and one banana bread loaf turned out perfect! This after two failed attempts at making ginger bread and pumkin bread, (The failure was NOT due to my faulty cooking; the stupid oven, come to find out, is not heating properly. I know, what a nice surprise for Thanksgiving Day. XD) and dumping one banana bread all over the floor. Stupid chair got in my way.
*Shrug* oh well, I'll just go back to basting my turkey and be content with that....for now.
But I don't get it? What is the purpose of flirting? He comes in, we flirt, I smile and act all smexy and like I'm totally in to him....but then he leaves and I go back to work. What is the point? We didn't get anywhere and while he's convinced he's in love with me, I only know his name....and that's not even because he told it to me. I had to eavesdrop to become privy to that knowledge.
Cooking, on the other hand, is something I understand. I'm proud to report that both carrot cakes and one banana bread loaf turned out perfect! This after two failed attempts at making ginger bread and pumkin bread, (The failure was NOT due to my faulty cooking; the stupid oven, come to find out, is not heating properly. I know, what a nice surprise for Thanksgiving Day. XD) and dumping one banana bread all over the floor. Stupid chair got in my way.
*Shrug* oh well, I'll just go back to basting my turkey and be content with that....for now.
If we don't eat turkey, do we call it Ham Day?
Happy Thanksgiving!
You can probably guess what this blog is going to be about: what I'm thankful for....well, you're right, so let's just get down to it.
First, I'm thankful for my kids. They are so cute and so sweet and I would 
rather eat them than a turkey. Andrew a few weeks ago answered a question in Primary (I don't remember the question) with a very self-assured "Yeah, but I'm complicated." Then when asked what is something that is bad for our bodies, Raven replied with a very serious "Don't eat ants." I can safely say that he gives very good advice and I will not allow these tiny black creatures to grace my table ever again. And of course, there's Analena who was in the
hospital recently but was cured by the help of Ice, my magical bear that stayed with her while she was sick. Lauren, she's so dang cute, sang at the top of her lungs during the Primary program so that her mom - and everyone else in the chapel - could hear her...me sitting next to her egging her on probably wasn't the best thing to do. Of course, then we have Savannah who is the cutest little thing ever! She is always happy to see me and sits on my lap every week. Giovanni, the little ninja man, is very
proud to be four and he'll let you know it too. And we can't forget David who is very sweet and such a good older brother. They are all so adorable, I love them all and they make it worth going to church every Sunday.
rather eat them than a turkey. Andrew a few weeks ago answered a question in Primary (I don't remember the question) with a very self-assured "Yeah, but I'm complicated." Then when asked what is something that is bad for our bodies, Raven replied with a very serious "Don't eat ants." I can safely say that he gives very good advice and I will not allow these tiny black creatures to grace my table ever again. And of course, there's Analena who was in the
hospital recently but was cured by the help of Ice, my magical bear that stayed with her while she was sick. Lauren, she's so dang cute, sang at the top of her lungs during the Primary program so that her mom - and everyone else in the chapel - could hear her...me sitting next to her egging her on probably wasn't the best thing to do. Of course, then we have Savannah who is the cutest little thing ever! She is always happy to see me and sits on my lap every week. Giovanni, the little ninja man, is very
proud to be four and he'll let you know it too. And we can't forget David who is very sweet and such a good older brother. They are all so adorable, I love them all and they make it worth going to church every Sunday.Next, I am thankful for my education. There are way too many people that go through life without caring if they know the difference between there and their, how to add fractions, or even something as simple as doing the laundry. I may not be up with all the fads and the latest "in" thing but at least I can walk out of my house in the morning and be able to carry on decent conversations with complete sentances and proper grammer. I'm not going to be completely dependant on a calculator or computer to do my work for me, heaven for bid we ever had a Handmaid's Tale moment. I'm also thankful that I've been raised right, with respect, dignity and moral values. There are enough loose men and women walking around, enough middle school snots that are rude and disrespectful, I can only thank heaven (and my parents of course) for raising me better than that.
I'm thankful for true friends, not the ones you talk to out of convenience but the ones that stick to you no matter what, even if thousands of miles of earth and ocean seperate you. Without my true friends, I know I wouldn't have gotten this far in life, not that I would have done anything drastic, but I would still be that quiet, shy girl that everyone would use for their own gain. My friends pushed me to get my own opinion, to defend myself, to not let people walk all over me. They helped me see that I am a person and I have every right to be a person.
Now, I'm thankful for being a woman. I'm a smexy, curvy, beautiful woman. Those 
skinny, skanky wannabe girls can just go to Hell because that's all they are, fake, wannabe, girls. I am a woman and more women in the world should be proud of who they are. I'm not going to let someone else tell me what a woman is supposed to be or look like. I'm thankful for the way I am and gosh dang it, I'm too smexy to worry about what others think. So, here's to all the smexy, beautiful, real women in the world. Live it up ladies, because it doesn't get any better than this. And just think, it could be worse, we could be men.
skinny, skanky wannabe girls can just go to Hell because that's all they are, fake, wannabe, girls. I am a woman and more women in the world should be proud of who they are. I'm not going to let someone else tell me what a woman is supposed to be or look like. I'm thankful for the way I am and gosh dang it, I'm too smexy to worry about what others think. So, here's to all the smexy, beautiful, real women in the world. Live it up ladies, because it doesn't get any better than this. And just think, it could be worse, we could be men.Of course, I'm also thankful for my family, Mom, Dad, Aimee and Kaitlyn, they are just as awesome as me and I couldn't ask for anything better. I'm thankful for my grandparents, I love them and miss them sooooo bad. I'm thankful for my talents and for living here in Italy. I'm thankful for.....well let's just cut this short and say everything that I've been given. And of course, I'm thankful for my monkies. Because it just isn't life without my monkies.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Wendy Eubank
Good morning ladies and gentleman, this is your Aviano weatherwoman, Wendy Eubank, reporting live and in the white coat today. That's right folks, the white coat is out of the closet and would you look outside.
That's right, you see it folks, there is SNOW in Aviano, Italy this morning. Temperatures are done near 32 degrees though I was so excited about the state of the atmosphere when I went outside this morning, it didn't feel that cold.
Now, this is truely a wonderful thing folks, for I have been deprived of snow for a very long two years and given the fact that snow is just the most wonderful thing ever, you can see how I've been suffering without it.
Well, folks, if you take a gander out the window, it seems to be picking up though it is nothing like the snowfall you see in Utah. In fact, this is projected to be one of the coldest winters in Aviano in then years. If this snow continues, they are likely to close the Base for the rest of the day (which is good because then I won't have to go to work.)
That's all I have for your weather happenings right now Again, this has been Wendy Eubank with your Aviano weather news. Back to you Matt.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Fugliness of *Daniel
You know when you see those babies that are just so ugly you can't help but laugh? Well, I know such a baby, and I have to say, just when I thought he couldn't get any uglier....
I was sitting there at the *shoppette and looked over to see a baby, with his back to me opening a door. The door was not supposed to be open at this time, so a woman pushed it closed. The baby, whom I know to be *Daniel, started crying. His father stood up and went over to pick him up and take him back to the *cart and as he picked him up little Daniel's face turned towar me and....HOLY CRAP! I thought to myself, I didn't think that kid could get any uglier! He's fugly!!!
And then, I had to hold in my fit of laughter because the timing was really bad and I 
shouldn't have been laughing. As I was thinking about this fugly baby, I was reminded of a scene from the end of Ghostbusters II when Vigo is in the painting and the Ghostbusters are getting ready to finish him off, his face contorts and winkles. This, sadly enough, is what the baby looked like. So when I got home from work, I got on the internet and prepared a picture, so that others may see the fugliness of Daniel.
shouldn't have been laughing. As I was thinking about this fugly baby, I was reminded of a scene from the end of Ghostbusters II when Vigo is in the painting and the Ghostbusters are getting ready to finish him off, his face contorts and winkles. This, sadly enough, is what the baby looked like. So when I got home from work, I got on the internet and prepared a picture, so that others may see the fugliness of Daniel.* All names and places have been changed to protect the feelings of the poor fugly child's parents.
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