Regarding Tania's Blog

The following is a Conversation between Mary and Anne.

M: does Tania pay people to leave messages on her blog?
i am SO envious of how many commentors she has

A: I feel so unpopular after I see how many people leave messages on her blog.
I mean COME ON.

M: HELLO! We have pretty cool blogs, too!

A: That's why I put a counter on my site.

M: me too!

A: So I know people are there - even when they don't say so.

M: exactly...but it is ridiculous how many people leave her messages.
maybe that is a writer thing.

A: INSANE

M: maybe I should ask people to leave me thumbnails.

A: or she's just more fucking popular than we
A: beeotch

M: or, I'd like to believe she's paying them
there has to be some kind of incentive.

A: she probably IS paying them

M: and she scolded me for not posting to her blog after just 1 week.
M: 1 week!

A: oh Tania
she has really lost it

M: I think I'll blog about her on my blog and see what happens.

A: i hate her - don't you?
A: she is such a bitch.

M: yeah - me, too.

A: we should post this conversation...

M: see how she likes it.

A: i think i will!

M: that'll teach her a lesson

A: yeah

M: those writers

A: "writers"

M: fucking writers.

A: lol

M: god, and writing is soooo easy.
everyone can do that.

A: as if they do any REAL work
sheese

M: yeah....they just sit around, smoke pot and write silly poetry.

A: BAD whiney poetry!

A: Oh dark garden of my heart, like tears in the rain, I long for you..

M: lol

A:...and under partly cloudy skies, i will sit here alone, by myself and cry of the aching world.

M: I would like to see Tania paint.

A: YEAH

M: actually, that would be rather interesting.

A: let's tie her up and see what happens - or put her in Hank's class

M: Yeh, I'd like to see the bitch write with her hands tied.

A: upside down

M: you should definately post this to her blog.

A: i'll do it!

M:that would be so funny.

P–R–E–C–I–O–U–S

Okay, I am admitedly NOT a "baby person"...I don't like to hold babies or make creepy baby sounds when I see a little one. I don't particularly care for crying, poop, diapers or nasty baby food. I don't really like things that cannot tell me what they need or want; geez, I already date women...it's hard enough to get a "straight" answer from them about their needs and wants...but that is another story for another day. Back to babies...so despite the fact that I believe I could possibly be a good mother if nature were to have some kind of intervention in the whole sperm+egg=baby equation, I have never really warmed up to the idea. But about a year ago, my sister had a baby...that's her up there...and not only am I completely obsessed with photographing the little bambino every time I see her, I actually fucking adore her. I don't know if it is some kind of narcissistic expression of self-adoration as she does look as dashing as her aunt Mary did when she was 2 years old, but I know I may be well on my way to reformation with regard to this discomfort with babies. How could you not with that SWEET face? Okay, I'm starting to scare myself. Maybe I should just go adopt another cat...from China, or Thailand, or Russia...or perhaps, I should just fix a cocktail and spend some quality time with my puppies.

Dancing Queen.

So, as many people know about me, I do not like to dance. I know, it doesn't fit...why would someone with as much grace and coordination as I have not like to share that with the world via the dancefloor...but it's true. Truth be told, I have a nasty little "finger pointing" problem. I am starting to think there may be a genetic component to it as my sister, Elizabeth, does it as well. I don't know if it is further evidence that I was born at least 10 years before my time or what, but it is a source of great embarrasment for those who have experienced the joy of dancing with me. Everything can be going along fine, and then the fingers come out. Not pretty...especially if you are trying to look cool and, perhaps, wrangle a date or a phone number from a fellow patron of the establishment. So my goal for this Spring is to learn how to dance. I know my dance-card will be full relatively soon, so please let me know as quickly as possible when you want to partner up with Atlanta's hottest rising star of dance.

Horoscope.

To Hank, Anne, Tania, Audrey, Larry, Colleen, Roger, Dave, Tanya, George, Will and Mike

Aaaaaah, the end at last...of the quarter, that is. I worked my ass off until the last minute and did some work I am really pleased with. Now I get to rest, absorb and prepare for the beginning of quarter 4 at Portfolio Center. I have to say that this last quarter pushed me pretty hard and I think I rose to meet every challenge. My work was not perfect (not that it ever is or could be) but it was the best I could do...and that is all I can ever ask myself: "Did I do my best?" If the answer is "yes" then I have succeeded.

I dearly love the people that I work with...they are such amazing souls who challenge me, inspire me, make me laugh, make me think, and remind me to be kind to myself along the way. I hate to sound like such a queer cheeseball, but it's true and I think we so often fail to say "thank you" to the people who really make a difference in our lives. So, blame it on sleep deprivation, too much caffeine, way too much time looking into this silver box (my computer, that is....) or sheer sentimentality, I just want to say thanks.

And here is a final version of my poster that I did for Hank's class...ultimately, it did not get the rave reviews I would've hoped for in critique, but I am very satisfied with the way it turned out...I guess I ended up doing it for me in the end.

What's in Your Fridge?

Okay, so I am hoping to start a blogging-trend. I am hypothesizing that, perhaps, correlations could be made between a person's personality traits and his or her refrigerator contents. If truth be told, my fridge is pretty boring. My freezer is where the action is...that is mostly a function of being single. For me (right now) it's tuna and frozen Boca-Lasagna all the way. It's funny how when I'm single, I get into patterns of eating that are, quite frankly, REALLY BORING. The staples of my life: carrots, soup, tuna, pb&j, coffee, black-bean burgers, fresca, diet coke, high fiber bread, cheese, frozen peas, oh, and Ben and Jerry's Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Ice Cream; it is the freaking bomb. So, fellow bloggers, grab your cameras and start shooting that fridge of yours and let's see if there is any truth to my theory!

144 hours.

Okay, so it is 144 hours away from critiques. If you are wanting to know if I am stressing, the answer is: well, sort of. There is always a lot to do and when you insist that everything be perfect, a lot of time can be wasted on stuff that may or may not really matter in the grand scheme of things. Like updating my blog, for example. Is it necessary for me to do this right now, possibly not, but better than bikeriding in traffic with no helmet and my IPod on.

In any case, I wanted to share with my loyal fans and fellow-bloggers a KICK ASS CD I just got. The other morning, I woke up at 4am...just in time to walk my dogs, make some coffee and get to Hank's class and, per usual, I awoke to NPR. Well, it seems that those lovely folks over at the public radio station do not believe that early risers need to listen to the news so they play classical tunes until 6am. Sometimes it irritates me because I want to know what is going on out there before I brave the big bad world, but on this day, I happened to hear the most beautiful music. If you go to www.richardharvey.net, you can check out his other CDs, but the one that I purchased is fan-fucking-tastic. #3 is the reason I bought the CD...fyi.

Enjoy!

Thought for Today.

Sometimes when all we know is that we know very little, we finally make ourselves availble to really learn the things that life has in store for us. It is the idea that by letting go, we ultimately gain what it was we were grapsing for in the first place, but that requires faith. It is believing that something that we cannot see or cannot yet feel exists if we keep moving towards it. Slowly but surely, it manifests itself in our physical, emotional or spiritual world, but it is the truest test of our patience and faith.

DONUTS!

Why are donuts so damn good? I don't know the answer to this, but I do know that the Krispy Kreme store is located just blocks from where I live and, as I walk my dogs at the break of day, I can smell that delicious fried fat permeating every inch of the air around me. My favorited donut: the chocolate covered creme (not custard) filled. What is yours?