Aw dang!

This happened a couple of months ago. I had it fixed earlier, and I wished they just would've replaced instead it of plugging the tire. Then, on my way to work, this happened.

It pretty much sucked.

Hey, 2009; you forgot something!!!

I intend to leave all of my baggage from 2009 and beyond; in 2009.

1. Drama Queens...that includes you too, Laurenation

2. Silly relationship hooey.

3. Insecurities.

4. Being mean just because

5. An event that happened early in the year that matured, empowered, and made me realize who I am. I will not forget it completely; but I will not let it run havoc.

6. Anxiety attacks.

(I'm really stretching on this one.)

7. General bullshit that weighs me down, tries to annihilate and destroy my well-being.


8. Ex-boyfriend drama that angers and raises my blood pressure...let it go, already!!


Of course there's more; but I gotta take a nap.

"Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.”

"Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life." Thich Nhat Hanh

We work hard to survive each day

Working on my resume and cover letter, I feel as if moving on is hopeless. There is this invisible quick sand, and I cannot pull my over sized stems out. I've been sinking into a thankless, dead-end job that I have succumbed to for the last almost 3 years. Sadly, I will be losing it at the end of this year. Part of it, I realize is bittersweet. I will HAVE to move on, and do what I came out here to do. I ask myself repeatedily what that task is.

"It's what makes me happy, fufilled, at peace, constantly learning, growing, and demanding more"

The above has become my mantra, for god who knows long. Now, I finally found what makes my heart beat fast, and brain thirsting for more.

How the hell am I gonna get there?

2010 is the year.

Happy New Year beautiful folks!

I hope everyone had a safe, fun NYE...I, however; fell asleep at 10, slept thru my alarm, then woke at 2am-only to get up and go to bed.

Laurenation is pretty lame in 2010.

Anyways, hope to see all of you succeed in this year filled with promise!

You know you want more...tator tot!

Krumkaka?

My aunt makes these norwiegan delights every year or so, and they taste scrumptious!

Ricky! co-starring Killer, aka Killy.

I know all of you have been waiting for this one...and by all of you, I mean my brother and my 2 dear, lovely friends that check this blog.

Mumsy's back yard.

This pretty much sums up my week in MN.

Tater tot!

My mom let me gift him with the regal title of "tater tot". He is very tiny, and very sweet. He crawled into my bag a few times, after he sat on my knee.

I live a very exciting life.

What was that? You want me to keep procrastinating?

This is my mom's cat Chevy a while back after he was done luxuriating in his ringworm bath.

work schmurk!

Why do school work when there's a cute kitty to post? This is my nephew, Marvin, and he is really sick with bad kidneys. This was taken after his fluid injection, and he was very unhappy.

Clearly.

some more lost writings

Rash, prairie dogs, rash, prairie dogs...I continued my quest for the answer to my current debacle. I am not too keen on rashes, but I sure do love prairie dogs. I gave up momentarily, only to find myself stepping on broken pieces of sunflower shells. Gingerly, I flicked off piece by piece of shell while questioning the idea of selling the gerbils to large blue mouse that I once met. Speaking of which, I was half expecting a phone call from the bastard.

Some old writings

"You smell that, fresh cake, sweet frosting?" A ghoulish rubber face sitted next to me demanded an answer. I ignored his pleas of validation, continuing my search for a place to hide during the zombie holocaust. As I proceeded, a lowly looking fellow took the empty seat next to me. Squeals of delight and frustrations were being emitted. I wasn't sure what to think of them, so I took the liberty of asking him to quiet down. Not more than 5 seconds after my request, the gentleman revealed a pistol that looked part shotgun and part silly putty. His down syndrome-induced grin made me think twice about my requests. A moment of whatif swept by; maybe I should have just agreed with the rubber face about the cake. Sadly, I did not have enough crazy in me to grant it. A part of me hoped to escape this predicament without a bruise, but the downs's fanny pack told me otherwise.

Allocation! Coordination!

Repeatedly, the downs mimicked my 5th grade speech teacher. I thought nothing of this encounter previously, until the fanny pack incident. Luckily, all that the fanny pack had against me was a spoon that he bent while practicing his telekinesis and a set of dentures that turn him into batman.

Goo-goo! Thruuppp!

A quick peek to my right ensured me that the cake guy was up to no good; only this time a baby was in on it. Some graphite scribbling and a trail of drool began forming on my hand. A few dots, some lines…was the baby trying to tell me something in Morse code?! Perhaps this baby…before I could continue my delusions, the anti Christ or whatever I thought it was began blubbering and drooling.

Paradise?

Each time I whine about being cold, me mums sends piccys of the dastardly MN winter. Her feeble attempts at getting me to feel bad and lame for being cold don't work. My response for these shots usually result in me questioning the white balance, then complimenting her dashboard accoutrement.

Ricky gets his Christmas wish

My mom has a disabled kitty that she takes out on excursions. His name is Ricky, and he meows deep and righteously. She pushes him in a cat stroller. I initially thought she pushed him in a baby stroller, which made me savor the imagery much more. Especially when she mentioned pushing him in the stroller with my stepdad near the elementary school by their house. She said something about how she didn't want to go by there because she didn't want the kids to point and run up to the stroller...I thought it would be she didn't want to be seen pushing a cat in a baby stroller.

Tea time kitty

Master Controlin' and high fivin'

This is my first blog about master control

yep.

We have this HD feed that's going to over 200 stations. Pretty big deal. I also should be checking the schedules for the networks we monitor, but instead; I'm typing out my daily drivel. (it's less tedious)

Also, I just ate all my Everything Pretzel thins from Trader Joe's....lame.

Sitting in the corner seems appropriate.

I haven't been doing anything lately...and it's been pretty neat. I've embraced watching television on the couch (albeit; I have been taking mental notes of the sound design: it's not complete laziness) eating waaay too much sugar, thinking and being myself without restraint, and loving being with a man that loves me for who and what I am. Having someone encouraging, supportive, and loving to the Nth degree feels surreal. We are already discussing possible travel destinations for next year. (in between all the marathonin' he wants to do)

Being with my ex seems like light years ago, and I still cannot believe I was with him for so long. People mistake comfort for love, ending up staying in relationships for far too long than they should.

Here's to all the bois and girls that are holdin' it down: you rock it hard, and I love, admire and respect all of you for the challenges we face, the decisions we make, and the bullshit we take.

love and besos,
Laurenation


"Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring.'

"All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience."

Henry Miller

Kitty, come home to momma!

I am dying to adopt this sweet kitteh. She's 2 years old, looks grouchy, has a voice like Kathleen Turner, and sweet as can be.

Where you'll find me on a thursday nite.

It's ma new couch! I have already logged a few hours of sleep, laziness, drool, and farts. we didn't get the protection plan because once the salesmen looked at my boyfriend and said "urine" was covered, we knew it was not meant for us. Now I joke that he likes to pee on the couch.