Monday, July 19, 2010
8:48 PM Vacation, all I ever wanteeedddd....
It's a sunny morning in Stone Harbor. Tara is sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast while the rest of the family gets ready to go to the beach.
Mom: Don't flirt with the boys next door while we're gone.
Tara: (not looking up) Oh, don't you worry about me.
Mom: Well, we know they have alcohol, so I didn't know if you'd suddenly find yourself being pulled in that direction.
Love,
Tara
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Stream of Consciousness
Monday, July 5, 2010
7:39 PM Happy 5th of July!
I wrote the below blog post last night, but then I didn't post it because I thought it was kind of personal and would probably read like the rantings and ramblings of a crazy woman.
But now I'm posting it anyway.
Cheers!
T
Sunday, July 4, 2010
11:26 PM
I’m sick. Not like hungover-sick. Like sore-throat-runny-nose-body-aches-kind-of-sick. And I’ve been in bed all day, resting (i.e. watching ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ and crying into bits of toilet paper). And it’s okay. It’s okay that I’m sick on the 4th of July, and I’ve been in bed crying and wiping away tears and my runny nose all day because I’ve had a revelation.
Now, I don’t know if it was the ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ or the lying in bed with nothing to do all day or the meds or the tequila I had last night (okay, maybe I am a little hungover-sick), but suddenly I have a very clear picture of what I can and cannot control.
This revelation is multi-layered, so bear with me. I think because my life was so out of control from March to the beginning of June because of work, I got used to feeling like I couldn’t control anything. So I just kind of gave up. Which in itself can seem kind of freeing because when you don’t have control over anything, you can’t be responsible for anything either. You can’t be mad or disappointed with yourself, really, because nothing is your fault – it’s all out of your control.
I’m still piecing this all together in my head, but it’s like this: I’m a talker. Or I was a talker. I always say I’m going to do things - that I know what I want. I make lists of all the things I need to do, and I vow that, eventually, I will do them. But saying you’re going to do something or be some way is very different from actually doing it or being that way. Which may seem like common sense, but that very basic lesson slipped away from me.
I kind of hate that the best example I can think of to explain all of this involves an ex-boyfriend, but it’s all I’ve got, so here it is: For a long time I wanted to get over this guy, and I just couldn’t do it. I told myself and everyone that I wanted to be over it, and I would get so frustrated with myself because, no matter what, for the longest time, I just wasn’t over it. And eventually I got to the point where I said to myself, “Okay, you’re not over it. I don’t know why, but you’re not ready to be over it. And when you truly want to be over it you will be.” And I was right. Because when I truly wanted to be over it with every fiber of my being, I was ready. And then I was over it. Just like that.
It sounds simple, but you can say you want something, and it can make perfect sense to want that thing, but saying you want it and actually wanting it are different. And it’s frustrating because, using the example from above, of course I should have wanted to be over the guy. Who wants to be hurting and hung up on a guy for years? But there was a part of me, the part that doesn’t listen to reason, that wasn’t ready to let it go until it was ready to let it go. You know?
And this applies to, well, everything, but I’m going to use another guy-related example. Because a few days ago I was on the phone with my mom, whining about guys (part of the revelation involves NOT complaining, by the way), and I said something like, “I want to be with the guy who thinks I’m so incredible that he gets over all his issues and insecurities to be with me because he just can’t not be with me.” And my mom, in her infinite wisdom, told me I already had that guy. In fact, I was dating him just a couple months ago, and I didn’t want him. And I got annoyed with her because, well, that was different. He was too into me. I needed more space than that. And my mom said, “Then you don’t want the thing that you say you want.”
And she was right.
Because I had that guy and I didn’t want him. And it makes complete sense to want to be in love. To want to be with the guy who’ll drop everything for you. But I don’t want that, and I’m not sure why. But the beauty of it is… that’s okay! I was thinking, at first, that it means there’s something wrong with me that I don’t want that. But I don’t think there is. I think maybe I’m just not ready to want that. Maybe I’m too immature. Or maybe it’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship that I don’t know how to be in one. Or maybe because the only serious relationship I’ve ever had was so painful and twisty and well, heart-breaking in the end, that I don’t know if I want to open myself up to that again.
But I will, eventually, probably. When I really want to be ready, I will be. It’s that simple.
And it all applies to the rest of my life too. I talk about how much I hate my apartment, but do I do anything to make it better? No. And that’s something I have some control over. I mean, if it was suddenly spotless would the roaches disappear? Probably not. But I could make it better. I think I’m ready to make it better. And why didn’t I want to make it better sooner? Maybe I like to complain. Or I like the drama of talking about my tiny, roach-infested apartment. Which is kind of awful, and I hope that’s not why because nobody wants to be that girl who likes to suffer, but for whatever reason I wasn’t ready before, and now I am.
Maybe I think if I’m totally happy I won’t have anything to talk about.
Whoa.
I just blew my mind a little bit.
Again, that’s weird and a little sad and I hope that’s not what’s been holding me back, but if it is, I have control over that.
I’d rather just be happy than talk about the reasons I’m not.
Love,
Tara
7:39 PM Happy 5th of July!
I wrote the below blog post last night, but then I didn't post it because I thought it was kind of personal and would probably read like the rantings and ramblings of a crazy woman.
But now I'm posting it anyway.
Cheers!
T
Sunday, July 4, 2010
11:26 PM
I’m sick. Not like hungover-sick. Like sore-throat-runny-nose-body-aches-kind-of-sick. And I’ve been in bed all day, resting (i.e. watching ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ and crying into bits of toilet paper). And it’s okay. It’s okay that I’m sick on the 4th of July, and I’ve been in bed crying and wiping away tears and my runny nose all day because I’ve had a revelation.
Now, I don’t know if it was the ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ or the lying in bed with nothing to do all day or the meds or the tequila I had last night (okay, maybe I am a little hungover-sick), but suddenly I have a very clear picture of what I can and cannot control.
This revelation is multi-layered, so bear with me. I think because my life was so out of control from March to the beginning of June because of work, I got used to feeling like I couldn’t control anything. So I just kind of gave up. Which in itself can seem kind of freeing because when you don’t have control over anything, you can’t be responsible for anything either. You can’t be mad or disappointed with yourself, really, because nothing is your fault – it’s all out of your control.
I’m still piecing this all together in my head, but it’s like this: I’m a talker. Or I was a talker. I always say I’m going to do things - that I know what I want. I make lists of all the things I need to do, and I vow that, eventually, I will do them. But saying you’re going to do something or be some way is very different from actually doing it or being that way. Which may seem like common sense, but that very basic lesson slipped away from me.
I kind of hate that the best example I can think of to explain all of this involves an ex-boyfriend, but it’s all I’ve got, so here it is: For a long time I wanted to get over this guy, and I just couldn’t do it. I told myself and everyone that I wanted to be over it, and I would get so frustrated with myself because, no matter what, for the longest time, I just wasn’t over it. And eventually I got to the point where I said to myself, “Okay, you’re not over it. I don’t know why, but you’re not ready to be over it. And when you truly want to be over it you will be.” And I was right. Because when I truly wanted to be over it with every fiber of my being, I was ready. And then I was over it. Just like that.
It sounds simple, but you can say you want something, and it can make perfect sense to want that thing, but saying you want it and actually wanting it are different. And it’s frustrating because, using the example from above, of course I should have wanted to be over the guy. Who wants to be hurting and hung up on a guy for years? But there was a part of me, the part that doesn’t listen to reason, that wasn’t ready to let it go until it was ready to let it go. You know?
And this applies to, well, everything, but I’m going to use another guy-related example. Because a few days ago I was on the phone with my mom, whining about guys (part of the revelation involves NOT complaining, by the way), and I said something like, “I want to be with the guy who thinks I’m so incredible that he gets over all his issues and insecurities to be with me because he just can’t not be with me.” And my mom, in her infinite wisdom, told me I already had that guy. In fact, I was dating him just a couple months ago, and I didn’t want him. And I got annoyed with her because, well, that was different. He was too into me. I needed more space than that. And my mom said, “Then you don’t want the thing that you say you want.”
And she was right.
Because I had that guy and I didn’t want him. And it makes complete sense to want to be in love. To want to be with the guy who’ll drop everything for you. But I don’t want that, and I’m not sure why. But the beauty of it is… that’s okay! I was thinking, at first, that it means there’s something wrong with me that I don’t want that. But I don’t think there is. I think maybe I’m just not ready to want that. Maybe I’m too immature. Or maybe it’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship that I don’t know how to be in one. Or maybe because the only serious relationship I’ve ever had was so painful and twisty and well, heart-breaking in the end, that I don’t know if I want to open myself up to that again.
But I will, eventually, probably. When I really want to be ready, I will be. It’s that simple.
And it all applies to the rest of my life too. I talk about how much I hate my apartment, but do I do anything to make it better? No. And that’s something I have some control over. I mean, if it was suddenly spotless would the roaches disappear? Probably not. But I could make it better. I think I’m ready to make it better. And why didn’t I want to make it better sooner? Maybe I like to complain. Or I like the drama of talking about my tiny, roach-infested apartment. Which is kind of awful, and I hope that’s not why because nobody wants to be that girl who likes to suffer, but for whatever reason I wasn’t ready before, and now I am.
Maybe I think if I’m totally happy I won’t have anything to talk about.
Whoa.
I just blew my mind a little bit.
Again, that’s weird and a little sad and I hope that’s not what’s been holding me back, but if it is, I have control over that.
I’d rather just be happy than talk about the reasons I’m not.
Love,
Tara
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
I could teach #10.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
7:53 PM I still can't write.
The 10 Most Important Things They Didn't Teach You In School via Cracked.com.
Love,
Tara
7:53 PM I still can't write.
The 10 Most Important Things They Didn't Teach You In School via Cracked.com.
Love,
Tara
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Take Our Advice.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
7:43 PM It's my world.
As part of our gift to Kaitlyn for her high school graduation (we got her a tv too!), Stephanie and I decided to combine our wisdomosity and create a list of advice for Kaitlyn's first year, which we presented to her at her graduation party this past Sunday. Our genius list is below...
Wear your PJs more than one night. You will have way too much laundry if you don’t. And you don’t really get that dirty at night.
Stock your fridge before the weekend. On the weekends, keep your fridge stocked with the purple “Revive” Vitamin Water. You’re body will be begging for those vitamins and electrolytes after a long night of, uh, studying.
Steal what you can from the dining hall. You are paying for it! There is no way you eat $14 worth of food at the dining hall in one meal, so take the rest to go.
Charge your Ipod every night. You’ll need it for the long walks to class.
Use a backpack. Cute bags aren’t worth the pain of shlepping all those books around.
Join clubs and activities during your first semester. You won’t want to – you’ll be meeting so many new people that the last thing you’ll want to do is put yourself out there and meet MORE new people during your free time, but you’ll be so happy you have several different groups of friends by your second semester.
Don’t wear PJ pants to the dining hall. Sweatpants are okay, but don’t be one of those people…
Do the assigned reading. The professor probably won’t check, but it’ll really help you on the tests.
Always keep your door locked. Just remember Steph’s story about drunk, naked boy at UVM...
Know the attendance policies. On day one, figure out exactly how many classes you can skip without it affecting your grade. Plan accordingly.
If you’re going to skip class, REALLY skip class. Don’t spend the day feeling guilty about it. Plan ahead and take full advantage by spending your day in bed, eating junk food and watching daytime television.
Take your laundry out as soon as it is done. People steal things or dump your clothes on the ground. It stinks.
Become friends with your RA. The RAs in your building can make your time there great, or make it stink. Trying to be friends with your RA, like going to their events, is always a good idea. It only takes a little effort and there is usually a huge payoff.
Don’t nap for more than an hour and a half in the middle of the day. You’re going to have breaks between your classes – sometimes long ones – and you’re going to want to nap. Don’t exceed 90 minutes and DON’T take a nap if it’s already dark out, unless it’s a Friday or Saturday night (see below). You don’t want to screw up your sleep schedule.
Do take advantage of the ‘Going Out Power Nap.’ Early in the evening on Fridays and Saturdays, when you know you’re going out that night, but it’s too early to start getting ready, eat a solid dinner and take an hour long nap. You’ll wake up refreshed and ready to start your night!
Surround yourself with pictures. It is a happy reminder that you are loved.
DON’T give that guy your number. Your freshman year, when a skeazy guy asks you for your number, you’re going to feel obligated to give it to him. You can tell him that you have a boyfriend or whatever, but he won’t care. He will do everything in his power to make you feel like you were being presumptuous for thinking he wanted your number for any other reason other than to call you about joining his intra-mural soccer team. Unless you met him on a soccer field, DON’T GIVE IT TO HIM. Tell him you’ll take his number instead. Then never call him.
Exercise. Get in the habit of doing it from the get-go. You will thank yourself later. Not only is not gaining the freshman fifteen great, but you’ll feel extra skinny when all your friends come home FAT.
Just say, “No, thanks.” Lots of crazy activist groups with names like “Save the Fish” and “Hugs for Hunger” target college campuses because college students are young and stupid with their money, especially when it seems like it’s for a good cause (who doesn’t want save fish?). They’ll suck you into a conversation with them while you’re on your way to class. Whatever they say, respond with a smile and “No, thanks.” “Hey, do you like breathing air?” “No, thanks!” “Do you want to change the world?” “No, thanks!” “Do you want to help thousands of starving children?” “No, thanks!”
Have two sets of all your essential gloops and glops. One for school, one for home. It makes packing to go home so much lighter and less stressful.
Have an excuse ready. You never know when you’re going to find yourself in a slightly uncomfortable situation, and it’s good to have a believable excuse ready that will get you out of there fast. Here’s what you do: First, look at your phone and make a confused face. Act like you’re answering the phone and say, “Hello?” Pause for a minute, feign shock, and say, “Oh my God, is she okay??” before pressing your finger to your other ear as if you’re trying to hear better. Then, move away from the people you’re with and into a corner of the room, as if you need some quiet and privacy to continue this very worrisome conversation. Keep the conversation quick, then return to the group and say, “I’m so sorry guys, but I have to go! A friend of mine is passed out at a party at (insert name of frat house here), and I have to help my other friend carry her home!” When they ask you who the friend is, tell them it’s someone from high school who was visiting another friend for the weekend. When/if they ask you if you want someone to go with you, say “No, no. It’s okay. I just really need to go.” Grab your purse and BAIL.
Don't leave food wrappers lying around. You may not have to deal with mice or roaches but there are BEARS.
Go to the library. It’s SO much easier to get work done when you’re not in your room.
Wear flipflops in the shower.
Keep a budget. You won’t always follow it, but it’s good to get an idea of how much money you’re spending versus how much you’re making (i.e. none). At the very least, it’s probably a good idea to learn Excel…
Dress for the weather. You are walking everywhere and UConn is a giant campus so dress appropriately. It gets cold there so if it is snowing, wear a parka. Trendy and cute can quickly become frost-bitten and blue.
For every alcoholic beverage you consume, drink a glass of water before passing out… er, going to bed. Once you’re 21, of course.
Eat UConn Dairy Bar ice cream every day. We believe that this is the best diet out there. We like to call it... the happy diet.
Keep your hand over your drink.
If you’re at a party and the hosts made some sort of pink drink in a giant cooler DON’T drink it. Just trust Tara.
Be smart when planning your Friday morning classes. Thursday becomes “Thirsty Thursday” in college.
Don’t walk around alone at night. It may seem like common sense, but sometimes you’ll be somewhere and you’ll want to leave and none of your friends will want to leave and you’ll convince yourself that it’s okay because there are a lot of people out in the street and your dorm is only five minutes away anyway. Don’t do it. Yes, you probably won’t get attacked in the middle of a busy, well-lit street, but drunk guys are douchebags, and you never know when you’re going to run into a group of them who think it’s funny to block the sidewalk so you can’t get by or just hassle you and make you feel uncomfortable. You’re an easier target if you’re alone.
Call your sisters!
Love,
Tara (& Steph!)
7:43 PM It's my world.
As part of our gift to Kaitlyn for her high school graduation (we got her a tv too!), Stephanie and I decided to combine our wisdomosity and create a list of advice for Kaitlyn's first year, which we presented to her at her graduation party this past Sunday. Our genius list is below...
Wear your PJs more than one night. You will have way too much laundry if you don’t. And you don’t really get that dirty at night.
Stock your fridge before the weekend. On the weekends, keep your fridge stocked with the purple “Revive” Vitamin Water. You’re body will be begging for those vitamins and electrolytes after a long night of, uh, studying.
Steal what you can from the dining hall. You are paying for it! There is no way you eat $14 worth of food at the dining hall in one meal, so take the rest to go.
Charge your Ipod every night. You’ll need it for the long walks to class.
Use a backpack. Cute bags aren’t worth the pain of shlepping all those books around.
Join clubs and activities during your first semester. You won’t want to – you’ll be meeting so many new people that the last thing you’ll want to do is put yourself out there and meet MORE new people during your free time, but you’ll be so happy you have several different groups of friends by your second semester.
Don’t wear PJ pants to the dining hall. Sweatpants are okay, but don’t be one of those people…
Do the assigned reading. The professor probably won’t check, but it’ll really help you on the tests.
Always keep your door locked. Just remember Steph’s story about drunk, naked boy at UVM...
Know the attendance policies. On day one, figure out exactly how many classes you can skip without it affecting your grade. Plan accordingly.
If you’re going to skip class, REALLY skip class. Don’t spend the day feeling guilty about it. Plan ahead and take full advantage by spending your day in bed, eating junk food and watching daytime television.
Take your laundry out as soon as it is done. People steal things or dump your clothes on the ground. It stinks.
Become friends with your RA. The RAs in your building can make your time there great, or make it stink. Trying to be friends with your RA, like going to their events, is always a good idea. It only takes a little effort and there is usually a huge payoff.
Don’t nap for more than an hour and a half in the middle of the day. You’re going to have breaks between your classes – sometimes long ones – and you’re going to want to nap. Don’t exceed 90 minutes and DON’T take a nap if it’s already dark out, unless it’s a Friday or Saturday night (see below). You don’t want to screw up your sleep schedule.
Do take advantage of the ‘Going Out Power Nap.’ Early in the evening on Fridays and Saturdays, when you know you’re going out that night, but it’s too early to start getting ready, eat a solid dinner and take an hour long nap. You’ll wake up refreshed and ready to start your night!
Surround yourself with pictures. It is a happy reminder that you are loved.
DON’T give that guy your number. Your freshman year, when a skeazy guy asks you for your number, you’re going to feel obligated to give it to him. You can tell him that you have a boyfriend or whatever, but he won’t care. He will do everything in his power to make you feel like you were being presumptuous for thinking he wanted your number for any other reason other than to call you about joining his intra-mural soccer team. Unless you met him on a soccer field, DON’T GIVE IT TO HIM. Tell him you’ll take his number instead. Then never call him.
Exercise. Get in the habit of doing it from the get-go. You will thank yourself later. Not only is not gaining the freshman fifteen great, but you’ll feel extra skinny when all your friends come home FAT.
Just say, “No, thanks.” Lots of crazy activist groups with names like “Save the Fish” and “Hugs for Hunger” target college campuses because college students are young and stupid with their money, especially when it seems like it’s for a good cause (who doesn’t want save fish?). They’ll suck you into a conversation with them while you’re on your way to class. Whatever they say, respond with a smile and “No, thanks.” “Hey, do you like breathing air?” “No, thanks!” “Do you want to change the world?” “No, thanks!” “Do you want to help thousands of starving children?” “No, thanks!”
Have two sets of all your essential gloops and glops. One for school, one for home. It makes packing to go home so much lighter and less stressful.
Have an excuse ready. You never know when you’re going to find yourself in a slightly uncomfortable situation, and it’s good to have a believable excuse ready that will get you out of there fast. Here’s what you do: First, look at your phone and make a confused face. Act like you’re answering the phone and say, “Hello?” Pause for a minute, feign shock, and say, “Oh my God, is she okay??” before pressing your finger to your other ear as if you’re trying to hear better. Then, move away from the people you’re with and into a corner of the room, as if you need some quiet and privacy to continue this very worrisome conversation. Keep the conversation quick, then return to the group and say, “I’m so sorry guys, but I have to go! A friend of mine is passed out at a party at (insert name of frat house here), and I have to help my other friend carry her home!” When they ask you who the friend is, tell them it’s someone from high school who was visiting another friend for the weekend. When/if they ask you if you want someone to go with you, say “No, no. It’s okay. I just really need to go.” Grab your purse and BAIL.
Don't leave food wrappers lying around. You may not have to deal with mice or roaches but there are BEARS.
Go to the library. It’s SO much easier to get work done when you’re not in your room.
Wear flipflops in the shower.
Keep a budget. You won’t always follow it, but it’s good to get an idea of how much money you’re spending versus how much you’re making (i.e. none). At the very least, it’s probably a good idea to learn Excel…
Dress for the weather. You are walking everywhere and UConn is a giant campus so dress appropriately. It gets cold there so if it is snowing, wear a parka. Trendy and cute can quickly become frost-bitten and blue.
For every alcoholic beverage you consume, drink a glass of water before passing out… er, going to bed. Once you’re 21, of course.
Eat UConn Dairy Bar ice cream every day. We believe that this is the best diet out there. We like to call it... the happy diet.
Keep your hand over your drink.
If you’re at a party and the hosts made some sort of pink drink in a giant cooler DON’T drink it. Just trust Tara.
Be smart when planning your Friday morning classes. Thursday becomes “Thirsty Thursday” in college.
Don’t walk around alone at night. It may seem like common sense, but sometimes you’ll be somewhere and you’ll want to leave and none of your friends will want to leave and you’ll convince yourself that it’s okay because there are a lot of people out in the street and your dorm is only five minutes away anyway. Don’t do it. Yes, you probably won’t get attacked in the middle of a busy, well-lit street, but drunk guys are douchebags, and you never know when you’re going to run into a group of them who think it’s funny to block the sidewalk so you can’t get by or just hassle you and make you feel uncomfortable. You’re an easier target if you’re alone.
Call your sisters!
Love,
Tara (& Steph!)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Magic.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
3:10 PM "She tapped her finger & nothing happened & she thought she had lost her magic, but it had only changed & it took her awhile to figure it out." - Magic, Storypeople
As I'm sure you've been able to tell by reading any of my posts from the last 3 months or so, I've lost my mojo. My juju. My creative chutzpah. Some people call it writer's block, but I've always thought of that as wanting to write something and not being able to. I simply haven't wanted to write.
When I moved here I promised myself I would at least take the time to write on the days I've had off, and I have stuck to that, though sometimes I'm a few days late. But the forcing myself to write has really just led to several months of weak (sometimes whiny) posts.
I do believe though, that writing something - anything - is better than nothing. It's a way of clearing the cobwebs, shifting stuff around, and making room for when that creative spark comes again.
I've had a lot going on, and I let myself get beaten down. I lost faith, and I lost the desire to write. But the spark's still there, somewhere. It's dimmed, but it's not out.
Bear with me. I can feel it coming back.
Love,
Tara
3:10 PM "She tapped her finger & nothing happened & she thought she had lost her magic, but it had only changed & it took her awhile to figure it out." - Magic, Storypeople
As I'm sure you've been able to tell by reading any of my posts from the last 3 months or so, I've lost my mojo. My juju. My creative chutzpah. Some people call it writer's block, but I've always thought of that as wanting to write something and not being able to. I simply haven't wanted to write.
When I moved here I promised myself I would at least take the time to write on the days I've had off, and I have stuck to that, though sometimes I'm a few days late. But the forcing myself to write has really just led to several months of weak (sometimes whiny) posts.
I do believe though, that writing something - anything - is better than nothing. It's a way of clearing the cobwebs, shifting stuff around, and making room for when that creative spark comes again.
I've had a lot going on, and I let myself get beaten down. I lost faith, and I lost the desire to write. But the spark's still there, somewhere. It's dimmed, but it's not out.
Bear with me. I can feel it coming back.
Love,
Tara
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I am woman!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
9:55 PM I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t
I just want you all to know that the bottom hinge on my bedroom door broke and was sticking out at a weird angle so I couldn't close the door. So, first I kicked it. Then, I pulled up my hair and took out my TOOLBOX and found my PLIERS and used them to pull the bent SCREWS out of the broken HINGE.
The hinge isn't fixed, but the door CLOSES because of ME!
It's all about the baby steps, people.
Love,
Tara
9:55 PM I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t
I just want you all to know that the bottom hinge on my bedroom door broke and was sticking out at a weird angle so I couldn't close the door. So, first I kicked it. Then, I pulled up my hair and took out my TOOLBOX and found my PLIERS and used them to pull the bent SCREWS out of the broken HINGE.
The hinge isn't fixed, but the door CLOSES because of ME!
It's all about the baby steps, people.
Love,
Tara
Monday, June 7, 2010
My Life in Quotes
Monday, June 7, 2010
9:18 PM Because they say it better than I can...
In honor of the 7th, here are seven of my favorite quotes as of late:
1. "Keep in the sunlight." - Benjamin Franklin
2. "Some of your hurts you have cured,
And the sharpest you still have survived,
But what torments of grief you endured
From the evil which never arrived." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
3. "If you always do what pleases you, at least one person in satisfied." - Katharine Hepburn
4. "Faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark." - Rabindranath Tagore
5. "I believe… I believe… I believe in the good. I believe that it’s been a hell of a year, and I believe that in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary, we will all be okay. I believe in a lot of things…I believe we survive, George. I believe that believing we survive, is what makes us survive." - Grey's Anatomy
6. "You're the strangest person I ever met, she said & I said you too & we decided we'd know each other a long time." - Kindred Spirits, Storypeople
7. "Most of the stuff I say is true because I saw it in a dream & I don't have the presence of mind to make up lies when I'm asleep." - Presence of Mind, Storypeople
...okay, one more for good luck...
8. "Although I was not unhappy, I was happiest with you." - Richard Burton to Elizabeth Taylor.
Love,
Tara
9:18 PM Because they say it better than I can...
In honor of the 7th, here are seven of my favorite quotes as of late:
1. "Keep in the sunlight." - Benjamin Franklin
2. "Some of your hurts you have cured,
And the sharpest you still have survived,
But what torments of grief you endured
From the evil which never arrived." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
3. "If you always do what pleases you, at least one person in satisfied." - Katharine Hepburn
4. "Faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark." - Rabindranath Tagore
5. "I believe… I believe… I believe in the good. I believe that it’s been a hell of a year, and I believe that in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary, we will all be okay. I believe in a lot of things…I believe we survive, George. I believe that believing we survive, is what makes us survive." - Grey's Anatomy
6. "You're the strangest person I ever met, she said & I said you too & we decided we'd know each other a long time." - Kindred Spirits, Storypeople
7. "Most of the stuff I say is true because I saw it in a dream & I don't have the presence of mind to make up lies when I'm asleep." - Presence of Mind, Storypeople
...okay, one more for good luck...
8. "Although I was not unhappy, I was happiest with you." - Richard Burton to Elizabeth Taylor.
Love,
Tara
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