Onto the Next

Either men aren't serious at all or they are way too serious.
Take OfficeHottie for example:
We had a friendly e-mail convo about diets, summer, workouts, blablabla...
and now he's super fucking awkward.
What The Hell?
It was small-talk - not a marriage proposal, you weirdo.
Get over yourself.
Sure, I wanted him to hit on me, but I definitely didn't initiate anything.
Apparently simply talking was too much already,
so I'd definitely not hit on him now...
Strange.
Other people's social awkwardness is very socially awkward.

EggsAllDay

.I.Love.Eggs.
I’m not sure who came first
– the chicken or the egg –
but, though I don’t eat chicken, I’m very happy they both exist.

My "gay exboyfriend" made me a delicious egg creation one summer morning after a late bar-night of dancing. Spiced up and lounged out on a piece of delicious whole-grain toast, we enjoyed the meal together on his front porch in AA.One hung-over morning at the Westfall house, I was gifted with a fresh pot of coffee, scrambled eggs with cheese, and toast.A friend & I went to an odd little IHop Diner in Florida. They didn't have breakfast burritos, but we convinced the cooks to build them for us anyway. Salsa, sourcream, potatoes, egg, and cheese in a shell. So good.
My grandma made me poached eggs as a healthy option one Saturday morning to enjoy with our coffee. Mushed up on some multigrain bread with some spicy seasoning was a new & delightful experience.
I recently stayed the weekend with one of my guy-friends to attend a wedding and for breakfast he made me “Eggs in a Window” – he put a hole in a piece of toast, put it in a frying pan, then cracked an egg inside the hole. A pretty delicious, all-inclusive, open-face egg treat if you ask me. Fried potatoes & ketchup were a perfect addition.
My personal favorite, though, is my very own “Egg Sammich.” I spice it up with meat & veggies depending on who I’m trying to woo at breakfast time, but in general I basically make a grilled cheese with a fried egg inside. So good.

Sleepy Bunni

I'd give absolutely anything to wake up next to this beautiful face again.

"It tends to be assumed that someone living a mere 22 years doesn’t have too many life experiences to go off of. Sure, some crazy college stories and maybe a few less-than-tragic breakups, but not many people plan on gaining insight from a girl in her early 20s. I feel, though, that I’ve got quite a bit of the wonderful, the terrible, and the extreme under my belt for my age. The strangest thing about the death of my lover isn’t waking up without her every morning. It isn’t going to a movie with a group of friends and not having her hand to hold through the scary parts. It isn’t going to her apartment and seeing her empty bedroom or going back to her dad’s house and sleeping alone in the bed we shared. It isn’t thinking about the next 20 years of my life and realizing that I’ll never have a wedding with her or a child of hers. The strangeness comes when I look back on those three years in which she was always there."
-Excerpt from the novel I plan to finish someday

Banana Day

It's banana day.
I can’t believe how many calories are in these suckers.
But they are very yummy – like dessert.

It’s also National Coffee Day.
Sidenote: I have a slight addiction to coffee (black with one ice cube)
and the mugs they go in.

Deep Clean

"I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been."
John Mayer - Half of My Heart

1.5 hours

of cleaning&organizing
and my friend helps me turn this house into my home.

Diet Relation

I never thought a diet would be a topic of relation between a man & me.
But, guess what: it is.
I overheard Officehottie talking about the fruit cleanse he’s starting, so I chimed in with my own health&fitness advice.
sidenote: I’m a little obsessed with health&fitness.
My 7-Day Diet:
Day 1: Fruit
Day 2: Veggies
Day 3: Fruit & Veggies
Day 4: Bananas & Low fat diary
Day 5: Protein & Tomato
Day 6: Protein & Veggies
Day 7: Fruit & Veggies
It’s not as boring as only fruit and it also replenishes the nutrients my body needs throughout the week, so I don’t cave & slam a pizza or find myself too weak to move.
Nothin' like a solid 5minute convo about food&running.

ErrandGirl

I have a love for running errands, but only at impractical hours for most people – like 5am – because I want to road-rage on idiot drivers and throw canned food items at absent minded grocery patrons during “practical” hours.
Yesterday, though, I had unavoidable errands to run after work...
I made it to the bank at 4:59 – 1 minute before close – perfect. Got in&out of my parents house in a half-hour with everything I needed (besides my remote control – again). Picked up my newly framed painting (finally – fuckyou, HobbyLobby, for taking so long to finish it). Filled up the Blazer with gas. Threw my nephew around for an hour at my brother&sister-in-law's. Hopped on the highway for my last destination before home.

Did I mention it was down pouring this entire time?

So, I text[and drive] that I’ll be a half-hour early.
(errands = going extraordinarily well)
Response: I completely forgot – I won’t be home till late.
I asked this individual if I could stop by a week ago.
(me = not a happy girl)
So I started my irritated drive home with limited visibility… slowly convincing myself not to be angry. I’ll simply count my blessings from the almost-entirely-successful-errand-trip and pat myself on the back for not being that selfish&inconsiderate.
I’ll have to remember this occasion next time I tell someone I’ll do something then think about bailing.

Mrs. Jones & Me

For the past year of my life, I’ve been anticipating my best friend’s wedding.
And now, it has come & gone.
I love her and her husband – I will always love them both – but I can’t say I’m not glad the whole thing is over.
Weddings are stressful.
Being a Maid-of-Honor is stressful and I’m still not even sure I did such a great job at it.
The pictures will last forever, but the stress of the event may now peacefully fall from my memory.
She was absolutely stunning, though. By far the most beautiful bride this world will ever see.
And watching her lock the eyes of her groom with tears of sheer elatedness streaming down her perfectly made-up cheeks is a moment I hope to never forget."So, here’s to a couple who somewhat raised me once I found them at college
a couple who puts my mind & heart at ease about life, love, and genuine happiness
a couple who’s sincerity is so obviously apparent and eternally lasting
here’s to two of the best friends I could have ever asked for
here’s to soulmates, adventures, one&only’s, and smiles when no one is watching."

SnuggleMonster

Cash is the neediest lil snuggler in the whole world!

Back In Action

I’m not a competitive person – mostly because I hate to mess anything up and I hate to lose – and while growing up in a competitive family, laying low was easier. Thus, I don’t compete. No competition – no failure… right?

Since moving back near my family, though, my grandparents & cousin have conned me into an addiction to the card game “13.”

Lucky for me: I’m on a winning streak.

Last night was the first game back since grandpa’s open-heart surgery. I itched for his evil snicker at a good hand and ached for his backhanded congratulations during every moment he endured in the hospital. And, though I still kicked his butt, I kept the excitement to a minimum.

Obviously, its not about the card game or who wins, loses, or throws the biggest fit. But – like I said – lucky for me: I’m on a winning streak.

Dirty [hair] Secret

Ballerina Buns make me feel pretty even when I haven’t washed my hair in a few too many days.

Baristas

It’s funny how I’ve gotten to know the Baristas at my local Starbucks. After 5 years of triple tall skinny lattes (sometimes I switch up the flavors), I enjoy the warm smile I get from my morning elixir experts.
This morning, though, my order was incorrect. Two of my biggest paranoias in life: de-caf coffee & not non-fat milk. I fear my skinny Caramel Macchiato wasn’t so skinny and its height exceeded Tall all the way to Grande, but Dorkis’ pleasant conversation coaxed me into refraining from releasing the complaint that lingered on the tip of my tongue. I decide to live with the mistake today, because holding up the line & scolding my Baristas is no way to start a beautiful Tuesday morning – even though I’d already gotten a parking ticket in my own neighborhood.
I won’t let it slide every time, though, my dear Baristas, but today I’ll skip breakfast to enjoy the full-flavored goodness.

Green Means Go

I’m an attractive, young female (if I do say so myself) who (in my own opinion) would make a wonderful partner… yet, people don’t ask me out. I can understand women not – I don’t exactly scream yes, I’m interested in women, too – but there’s got to be a man out there willing to be straight-forward and ask me out. Haven’t found one yet.
Take, for example, this HottieWithaBody in the office I just started at. He’s single. I’m single. We’re both good looking. Makes perfect sense. But his eyes dart to the ground whenever I pass by – which I go out of my way to do often throughout the workday.
Are you intimidated, OfficeMan, or are you actually not interested? How could you know whether you are interested or not? What’s your type? Gimme somethin’ to work with here… cos I can’t see how averted eyes are the answer to this lack-of-first-date-awkwardness. I’m not sure how to act more interested – maybe my confidence is intimidating or maybe I'm not confident at all? I’ve thought of the cutest way’s to ask you out, but I’d like a simple sign of interest from you.

Commitments

I over-commit myself to people and places far too easily. Moving back to my old neighborhood, I got so excited to make plans: see everyone, do everything. Impossible. Thus, I ended up feeling a little guilty that I didn’t end up playing with my precious little nephew or having a card session with my grandparents… I didn’t make it to the local pub on Friday night or to the Institute of Art for the public tour on Sunday afternoon… but, despite the missed moments, I thoroughly enjoyed my rainy weekend snuggled indoors drinking skinny lattes and conquering a 7-part Harry Potter marathon. Sure, I’ve got some more cleaning to do in my new home – I’ve got some trips to make for family time – I’ve got some pennies to pinch after all that takeout food, but some weekends need to be spent this way and I’m trying to get over my “over-involved” complex in order to embrace the idea that some plans can be cancelled and some moments can be missed without negatively effecting any part of my life.

Summer Bracelets

Every summer I collect bracelets...

A Florida Inbetween

Rainbow Missing Home Silly Bird Roommate's Dessert The Bus Disney Fireworks Rainbow Balloon

Too Fat or Too Slim

"I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good.
I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose.
Bound to lose.
No good to nobody.
No good for nothing.
Because you are
too old
or
too young
or
too fat
or
too slim
too ugly
or
too this
or
too that.
Songs that run you down
or
poke fun at you
on account of your
bad luck
or
hard traveling.
I am out to fight those songs
to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood."
- Woody Guthrie

It's been a while...

Paintings for Bunni - 2009

Knit-Patch-Button Bag

Mosaic Table

A Week of Summer Painting

New Home New Life

After quite a bit of wandering, I've settled back right where I started. This life I used to run from is calming&comforting to me at the moment. Thus another .Inbetween. will emerge inself into the life I used to lead. Lets hope for better moments&better memories. Endlessly evolving.