moving along.

amy — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 13:52:51 +0000

i do enjoy halloween. but only for the cute part of it.

i’ve never dressed up as anything scary. and you will never see a body hanging from my tree or a r.i.p. sign in my lawn.

i prefer smiling pumpkins, dopey scarecrows and giant candies with faces…

i never envisioned a spider web near me until i saw that they now come in pink.

so, this picture is me trying to look on the bright side of things and say farewell to sweet gorgeous summer and hello to cold crappy boring weather. oops. i’m not quite there yet.

although i complain a lot in my posts lately about the impending cold weather, i’m not that bad in person. i don’t walk around my house in a sour mood, angrily baking cookies with doomed faces.

my posts sometimes become my outlet, and it just feels good to write down what’s been bothering me.

i actually don’t think there is anything wrong with complaining about something you don’t like as long as…

a) it’s only for a short amount of time (to get it off your chest)

b) you don’t bring other people down. or knock other people down.

c) it’s a stand alone complaint, it doesn’t take away your general gratitude

d) “if you can’t get out of it, get into it” which essentially just means… make the best of it

and i am making the best of it

i mean whimpering isn’t the same as crying right? and secretly planning my november escape is completely normal i suppose. although the words “secretly” and “escape” in the same sentence might answer that question better.

i’m actually creating a project to get me out of this rut since i don’t like squandering precious time. i thought of it a little while ago as i felt like i might need something extra special this year to get me through the winter blues. i’m going to share it with you shortly and my hope is that some of you (or all of you!) will join me.

here’s a sneak peak:

happy saturday.

a happy girl’s blues

amy — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 15:11:23 +0000

gotta love those marshmallow arms. thank goodness i'm in a one piece.

i have finally come to the conclusion
i can’t take winter.
i have tried
i really have tried

but what I realize is this:

i like the pre-Christmas winter

little chilly days of baking cookies
and drawing hearts on windows

Christmas shopping and listening
to Christmas music

decorating the house and tree
like one of those miniature figurines
all cozy and softly lit

pulling nugget on the sled as he
sits there like a sack of potatoes

and I actually want it to snow, i truly get enchanted at the vision
of snow flakes drifting onto my lawn

and then Christmas is over.
and the feeling starts to fade.

and then New Years is over and
it pretty much vanishes.

so i try to get my poetic self to look
at the cold days in an inspirational manner
but i’ve already had enough cold days
of inspirational manners.

and i try to realize that it will go away and
that i should just grin and accept the 6 degree weather
but then i step outside and my chapstick gets all
weird on my lips and my hair is full of static and flying
into my eyes amidst the bitter prickling wind
and then my eyes start to water
and when i wipe them with my glove i smell gasoline from
when i pumped gas and then i start thinking
oh my, what if there’s gasoline in my eye now
and of course i get irrational visions of where that could lead to
and as i finally get into my car i just ….

ahhh!

i can’t take it.

i want spring.

i want summer.

i want to sit on my deck and read a book in the warm breeze
and laugh when nugget calls out to the birds like a little monkey

i want to wear a cute dress and ballet flats
and go for a walk under the sun with my family
like the cute little Polaroid picture we are

i want to hop out of my car as happy as Dorothy
when she first started following the yellow brick road

i just can’t take five months or more of cold weather.

enter project: Move me outta here, quickly

i’ll keep you posted.

Easy Does Us » Move me outta here.

moving along.

a happy girl’s blues