made by me

Eye spy with my little eye...a book?

Well, well, well-it's no ordinary book, it's a treasure chest!

Art Schmart For The Heart

Second Journal Entry

Life is ultimately one big blur. There are too few hours in the day, many of which are spent doing the things you HAVE to get done, rather than the things you LIKE to do. Beginning online summer courses and a new job this month has been bittersweet. For all of the obvious reasons I feel unnecessary to repeat. Despite this, I am doing my best to stay on top of the things I really enjoy---maybe just in a slightly different way. Writing is one of my favorite things to do (well, reading too)...but since I haven't had much time to get online to the blog each time, I've picked up my good old loyal moleskine journal. Sometimes I can't imagine life without technology, I am sure very few of us really could. But in reality, I sure have missed writing the old school way---with some paper and a pencil. Sure, I did miss hitting DELETE on my keyboard since I make A LOT of mistakes and revisions. This led me to realize I should be proud of those eraser marks and smears and scratch outs---creativity is MESSY and imperfect oftentimes. With this said, last week I decided to make a mixed media collage journal--what a mouthful, to me its just my big black book. And despite being an OCD perfectionist, I've really enjoyed it. Honestly, it's been rather liberating to cut little scraps of paper and hear that delightful crunch after deciding it was 'no good' and crumpling it up. Slowly but surely piles of paper start growing into snow covered mountains and I realize how wastefully inspiring it was. My favorite part was water color painting--as a kid I would empty and refill my cup of water every color change...it was exhausting. But now I was no longer required to have arts and crafts in my daily activities, and I could pick and choose what I liked. Turns out I DO like water color, and cutting paper, and drawing, and writing--and I LOVE it the messy way. In fact, when putting it all together, I find it super amusing and efficient to use good old bottled Elmer's Glue (glue sticks are for pansies, no offense). Because when it comes down to it, admiring my 'unique art' (I really couldn't color within the lines even if I wanted to) just wouldn't be the same if I didn't have dried icky sticky ooey gooey glue to wash from my hands. And while I dust off all the eraser droppings and add the finishing touches, I am already thinking of what the next page will contain. And then I remember I have to study, so I close the book, put away my water colors and stickers and scissors, and oh dear even the spray paint...but I leave the glitter out on my desk---it's pretty, shiny, and oh so hopeful.

cardboard love

SAY IT WITH ME: Positivity, Positivity, Positivity

 This week I began three online summer classes at UNM, and tomorrow I will start working at my new job as a Research Associate at the Center on Alcoholism, Substance Abuse, and Addictions (where they do clinical research on you guessed it, addictions). Needless to say, I intend to embrace the changes and take on these new journeys with a smile on my face.

I LOVE...

SIX SMALL THINGS I LOVE

MORE TO COME

I'm Not a Weird Cat Lady, But...

To Becca, AKA:

"The Child-Animal-Whisperer"--Though I am never really surprised at your magical ways Becca, I am truly impressed and in awe of your ability to befriend Triscut.

Well, what does this matter, you ask? In short, Triscut rode the "short bus" to school, if you know what I mean. He is shockingly devious, in more than just the typical kitty ways of making messes and ruining furniture. If he wants attention and it is not immediately given, he transforms into a stalking spiteful tiger ready to maul. 

I also believe he has CADHD (Cat Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), as I will often find him sprinting about my apartment-- bouncing off wall, windows and anything in his way.With sharp little paws he often resembles a torturous medieval weapon with four legs and revenge on his mind. 

Furthermore, he has serious trust issues and only likes me and a select few of my friends; if you are a stranger to him he will hide out until you leave. Despite his evil and anti-social ways, since the day I adopted him from the Animal Humane Shelter I have grown very fond and attached to him (I believe he picked up his delinquent and untrusting ways when he spent time in the "kitty slammer," aka shelter).