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Saturday, July 26, 2008

Following Dreams

picture taken 7-3-06 from the top of Rocky Butte hill in Portland. (Natures Fireworks - a day early)

So I bought the book, The Alchemist,a few weeks ago, last night I sat down with it for a few minutes, and then later I finished reading it until 4am. (Jacquie, I'll give you a copy)

Very inspiring book, a brilliant way to inspire following your purpose, and finding out what that is, following your dreams.

Then this morning, I went to youtube to watch a flight of the concords video, and on the front page I saw that a man died. Dr. Randy Pausch, a man that was inspirational for a lecture he gave, when he realized he was going to die of cancer.

So I watched a shorter version of his lecture agian (that was given on Oprah) online. It is also about following childhood dreams. This is something that is very timely for me personally, as in about 2 weeks I am going to kind of jump out of the plane so to speak. Every day I have a different vision of what I am going to be doing when I leave work. I have blogged about traveling around the world, I have also had second thoughts about being gone that long, I have applied for the Peace Corp, I have decided I'm just going to stay here and write, or maybe I'll take a road trip, go freelance - starting my own business, or find a fun sexy job, even be a flight attendant again....

I kind of think it might be annoying to my friends, since my plan changes almost daily (a lot to keep up with), but it's like I don't know my own mind. Or the options are so many I just can't choose. I have at least come to this decision. I will spend at least a month focused on listening. This has been my problem all along, wanting to do everything so I don't do anything. One reason I never went to college, was the idea of having to CHOOSE a major was mind blowing-ly scary.

So reading the book last night, and watching this video this morning, kind of put it in focus a bit. That is what, at least the next 6 months will be about, following my dreams... Hopefully I will start a habit.

Here is the abbreviated version of his lecture, I hope it is as inspiring to you as it was to me:

Dr. Randy Pausch passed away the morning of July 25, 2008.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

En route


Sunday, May 18, 2008

On my way...


Friday, May 02, 2008

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Traveling without a guidebook....

Arizona, NW Beach with cousin, Greece 229
(I love how I look pregnant and balding in this picture, how flattering)

When I was on my flight to Greece, I thought it would be great to travel to Mars Hill (Areopagus). Growing up in the church I read the bible story about Paul the apostle talking with the great philosophers on Mars Hill. I had always wanted to go to that spot.

So when I was in the Athens portion of my trip, touring around with my friend Brooke. I figured we didn't have time to track down this Mars Hill. We went up to the Acropolis though - following signs hiked above the city. Before we were all the way up to the Acropolis we sumbled upon the hill that I am pictured standing on above. Everyone was gathered around taking pictures. I assumed that it was to get the great vantage point of the Acropolis in the background. We stumbled on the stairs up and down.

When we finally got up to the Acropolis we decided not to hire a guide. We did however follow the rules:

Arizona, NW Beach with cousin, Greece 230

Such as it being forbidden to sing. I didn't sing.

Since we didn't know what we were looking at, we decided to follow around other tours. The upside, there was a few English speaking tours going on. The downside, they were all 80 years old (as most international tours seem to be) so we didn't really blend in.

So we were KINDA able to figure out what we were looking at

Arizona, NW Beach with cousin, Greece 232

Arizona, NW Beach with cousin, Greece 243

I felt good about seeing the ancient ruins and all, but I was bummed I didn't make it to Mars Hill.

Well that was last September.

Last night I happened on a blog about traveling through Greece. They talked about Mars Hill, it sounded a little to much like the hill that I had been to right before the Acropolis...a little too much. After a quick Google search I realized I HAD been to Mars Hill.

Arizona, NW Beach with cousin, Greece 228

Arizona, NW Beach with cousin, Greece 227

What a strange feeling, to find out I had already been somewhere, after thinking I missed out.

Why to travel with a guidebook, or a guide. I should have goggled it on my phone....

I'll leave you know with the portion of the bible in regard to Paul being at Mar's Hill:

A group of Epicurean and Stoic philosophers began to dispute with him. Some of them asked, "What is this babbler trying to say?" Others remarked, "He seems to be advocating foreign gods." They said this because Paul was preaching the good news about Jesus and the resurrection.

Then they took him and brought him to a meeting of the Areopagus, where they said to him, "May we know what this new teaching is that you are presenting? You are bringing some strange ideas to our ears, and we want to know what they mean. (All the Athenians and the foreigners who lived there spent their time doing nothing but talking about and listening to the latest ideas.)

Paul then stood up in the meeting of the Areopagus and said: "Men of Athens! I see that in every way you are very religious. For as I walked around and looked carefully at your objects of worship, I even found an altar with this inscription: TO AN UNKNOWN GOD. Now what you worship as something unknown I am going to proclaim to you."

...When they heard about the resurrection of the dead, some of them sneered, but others said, "We want to hear you again on this subject." At that, Paul left the Council. A few men became followers of Paul and believed. Among them was Dionysius, a member of the Areopagus, also a woman named Damaris, and a number of others.


After spending so much time trapped inside pecking on my laptop,editing and formatting, how peaceful is this? 7pm (ish) sunny, warm.Listening to radiohead and radiohead light (coldplay) outside my house.

I definitely think I have that seasonal depression thing, because I am so happy,hopeful when the sun is out - and the opposite when its cloudy and raining.... Great thing I live in the rainy northwest (personification of gray or grey)!!

Update: while writing this post I forgot my food heating on the oven......blackened now. I do like Louisiana..... ;-)

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Death & Taxes

From where the wind blows there is an end, the end is death, and the death is taxes.


Happiness: a state of well-being and contentment : joy b: a pleasurable or satisfying experience3: felicity, aptness

I read Martin Amis' book Money today (umm...interesting book). From that book: Happiness is the relief of pain.

The bigger the pain, the bigger the relief, the bigger happiness.

I think that is true.

This week

This week I:

- need to write 100 more pages
- am going back to my natural hair color for at least 6 mo
- will make a decision
- will buy a ticket
- am going out of town for Fri night - Tues Night. But I don't know where yet
- am getting a massage
- am doing things differently
- will get a massage
- celebrate
- pray for more sun
- will not apologize anymore for things I should not apologize for
- center myself
- work at home a few days
- Deep clean the house
- stop being so self-deprecating
- Write 3 PROPER blog posts

This week starts today

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Blogging from the trail- kinda wrong in some way...

Lacamas Trail

Williams Family

Logan & Levi

Lisa Glows

Friday, April 11, 2008

From BBC week in pictures

"An Iraqi army soldier looks on as a woman picks up rice at a checkpoint in Sadr City, Baghdad. The Shia suburb is suffering food shortages as troops clash with the Mehdi Army militia." -BBC Week in pictures

Is he smiling?!?!?

posing a question.....

before i hit the town this beautiful Friday night, I would like to pose a question tonight.

Choosing between freedom and stability for the summer - what would you choose? I've had a unexpected offer and I'm having a hard time deciding...

Wednesday, April 09, 2008


Magnolia is one of the only movies I can watch over and over and over and over....

I just finished watching it again.


Paul Thomas Anderson is a genius.

I think Tom Cruise may have been playing himself. Just insert Scientology in replace of C--k.

I wonder if William H Macy and John C Reily are better actors because they use their middle initial - while most of us ignore ours. Would I be a better writer if I add my middle initial. It does make them seem smarter for some reason...

The frogs rock.

How did they get a cast where everyone acted spot on. No let downs.

I love that movie. Thank you Marisa for making me sit down and watch it with you back in 2002(ish). I am a better person for becoming addicted to that film.

On another note: I am going to hang out with some friends I haven't seen for years in a few minutes. Exciting.


Friday, March 28, 2008

Out tonight.

Self medicating. No more management ever. Celebrating living free with

Shanghi tunnel for happy hour.

Currently at Ron Toms'.

Next up, 80's and just perhaps a little ironic top 40's dance club.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Almost done

With this career:

Monday, March 24, 2008

Roommates that cook

Can I say how lucky I am to have a roommate that cooks amazing food?!?!

Yesterday, I had homemade pizza. Yummy!

No really, I am super blessed! I have the best roommate EVER(ish)!

Monday, March 10, 2008

Lamb chops & polenta

Amazing food ala Lee - brilliant!!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Friday, February 22, 2008

Friday, February 08, 2008

iPhone Home

I think I lost my phone.

It's FINE, it's not like it was the most expensive thing I owned (besides my laptop, car and power suit).

Dearest iPhone (Trixie),

PLEASE COME BACK TO ME iPhone - my life is not the same without you. Your my everything (literally).


Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Big Announcement....

Big Announcement tomorrow!!

Until then, enjoy this parody of the Tom Cruise CRAAAAZZZZZYYY Scientology video:

We'll talk tomorrow!

Saturday, February 02, 2008


Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Evil mileage

Friday, January 11, 2008

on my way.

I'm on my way.

In a little bit, I may be spending my mother's final moments with her.

You would think I would be prepared for this, it's been years.

but I'm not. not really.

She's been moved to hospice care, which means at the most she probably has six months, according to my Google search, but my father told me they/he thinks its just a matter of days if not shorter. I've been grieving for her death for many years now, her symptoms started over 10 years ago.

Over a decade now, I've been saying good-bye. But now, it feels like it's finally closing in on me. The reality and the guilt. I should have been there more at the beginning, when she remembered me and knew my face. I should have held her hand more. I should have been the daughter she wanted, and I shouldn't have been so quick to leave - always leaving... I should have. Such is life I suppose, and I can't go back anyway.

I came home to grab some items but I don't think I should be driving right now (judging from the truck I almost hit while going more than 90 mph on my way home).

I figured I'd take a moment to write to calm my emotions before taking on the road again.

So here I am.

I've never wanted a Valium or something like that more than I do right now. I can't stop shaking and my mind, my heart is racing so fast I am having trouble processing normally. I just want to curl up in my comforter like a cocoon, all of this emotion like a roller coaster, and I still don't know if its today or tomorrow, or 6 months from now. I do want her to be in a better, peaceful loving place. I do want to let her go, her current existence is barely a existence at all. Yet the finality of her passing is unbearable and the depth of my current pain surprises me.

Her life has been hard, not just the last 10 years but as long as I have known her it's been a struggle for her to be at peace.

So I pray that soon she will have peace.

My mother:

Cara Lea

the artist
the singer
the cook
the mother

she taught me sign language
she could turn a seemingly empty fridge into a amazing meal
she read me the books that inspired me to dream
she read me the books the inspired me to see the world
she had coco and snacks for me when I came home from school
she hand sewed my clothes and gifts when we had no money for Christmas.
she held me when I was scared
she would make us picnic lunches on the living room floor
she wanted everything to be perfect
she sacrificed everything for me and my brother, never doing anything for herself
she dreamed
she loved me even when I rejected her.

My mother was not perfect, I could tell you some stories, but she was my mother and she loved me and sacrificed for me in ways I am only now beginning to understand. I was not the perfect daughter to her, and I was angry for too long. I wasted so many opportunities to bring peace to our relationship. I missed so many opportunities to...I can't process life right now.

I don't think I can process at all right now. Soon I will drive to see her and I don't know what this weekend holds. My good friend Marcia, who I've known since I was 4 and she was 5 and whom knows my family and knew my mother - she will be with me later in the afternoon. I do know if she does go soon, I don't want her to go all alone. I also don't know if I can be with her as she passes, I don't know if I'm brave enough for that. I've never felt so weak and alone as I do at this moment.

the search for my mother.

part 1
part 2
part 3

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Monday, December 24, 2007

Marisa's Famous Crack-Pot Fondue!!

It's a Christmas miracle!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Saturday, December 08, 2007


I've heard this is how it goes down... ;)

link found on

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Saturday, December 01, 2007

My current playlist: on repeat

Sheela-Na-Gig 3:12 P.J. Harvey
The Funeral 5:22 Band of Horses
You Outta Know 4:09 Alanis Morissette
Parting Gift 3:37 Fiona Apple
Wasps Nest 3:22 The National
Swagger 3:39 Calla
F**k the World 3:42 The Vines
Both Hands 3:38 Ani DiFranco
Your Ex-Lover Is Dead 4:16 Stars
This Love Affair 3:13 Rufus Wainwright
Radio 3:22 Regina Spector
That Teenage Feeling 2:43 Neko Case
Mama Your Boys will Find a Home 3:57 Scissors for Lefty
Marry Me 4:41 St. Vincent
SexyBack 4:03 Justin Timberlake featuring Timbaland
Separate Ways 5:24 Journey

you do the math

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Mr. President

With every news channel flooded with the different view points of all of the hopefuls running for president of the US, I think it's time that a different voice is heard.

Perhaps the voice of the current Iranian president. That's right everyone - there's a new blog in town - and it's Mahmoud Amadeinejad's - the tolerant Iranian leader.

I only read a little last night, and already I've learned so much.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Band of horses - now

My favorite WGA strike video yet:


google chat:

12:07 PM "NAMELESS FRIEND": i can wake board but have never been snowboarding...i heard it's similiar
I need to think of something to do for new years

12:09 PM Me: I was thinking of going somewhere...we should go on a new years road trip. or fly to LA for new years or NYC....or stay and snowboard....something exciting

12:11 PM Me: or maybe i'll stay home alone and watch the ball drop :)

12:12 PM Me: as I watch my tears fall.... :)

12:13 PM Me: as the tears fall............................................................................

12:14 PM Me:
"all by myself, don't want to be all by myself, anymore, anymore, anymore"
5 minutes

12:19 PM Me: "One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number
That'll you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know

It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time
Just making rhymes
Of Yesterday

Because one is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know

One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
Much much worse than two
One is a number divided by two

Friday, November 16, 2007


They blew my mind. It was mind blowing. Magic. Magical. Brilliant.
Soul stirring. And they threw flowers.

I sang along to most of their songs like a boy band fan. I was in the
section I would normally try to be hip be cool -aka totally stoic and
unaffected- but I danced and sang along anyway.

Because I couldn't not. (I know at least one person who is cringing at
the grammatic issues in that sentence)

It was a great night.

A good friend + sushi + one of my top 5 bands = a very enchanting

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Shakespeare always says it best.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

As You Like It Act 2, scene 7, 139–143

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.

Merchant of Venice Act 1

Friday, November 09, 2007

Trucks + Boy Eats Drum Machine = fun

I'm on shot #3 of tequila, the moral if this story? Top shelf is
better than well tequila, but they all burn when they go down...

last weekend

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Even their strikes are funny.


When I was in 3rd grade I remember being befriended by this brown hair boy. I think his name was Nick. Anyway, It was a big deal to have him be my friend, because when I was in 3rd grade I didn't have many friends. Especially not friends like Nick. Nick was one of those charismatic kids that was friends with everyone, and could get away with anything - even befriending the class nerd. I was so happy. He talked to me and played and we even passed notes. He got my jokes and it was great. We laughed a lot.

Well, one day, not realizing that the level of friendship he had with me was the same as everyone else's - nothing special. I decided to pass him one of THOSE notes. You know the notes with the check boxes: yes, no, maybe?

I thought I was going to finally have a boy want to "go out with me" (looking back I can't believe 3rd graders "go out") so I took out my pink pen and wrote the words you can't take back:

I like you, do you like me? Yes, No, Maybe (please check one).

I was hopeful. I took a risk.

I folded up my note like a triangle and wrote on the outside to: Nick from:Teresa and passed it to him under the table.

I saw him unwrap the folded paper and read it as his face turned red. He quickly checked a box and re folded and addressed the note. When he passed it to me I held my breath. I hoped, I hoped and I opened up the note. The box checked was no. My little 3rd grade hands quivered a little. I barely held back the tears and ran to the bathroom. I waited until the ugly cry subsided and came back out into class. The room was filled with ribbing and knowing glances and giggles. I felt rejection and humiliation in a way my little child heart had never known before that point. I knew my friendship was over with Nick.

Looking back to that situation, there are many things I'd like to tell my 3rd grade self. I'd like to tell her about all the boys that will like her and pursue her someday, I'd like to show her pictures of the places that she'll go that she only dreams of and tell her stories of how some of those that mocked her ended up (that's pretty petty though). I'd like to comfort her with tales of men's magazine editors and the rich and the glamorous people that she'll make out with, and date and meet. I'd like to sit her down and tell her about the days in the future when she's a flight attendant and hit on all day by guys much better looking and just as funny as little 3rd grade Nick.

But I wouldn't want to tell her about the emptiness she'll feel after she makes out with one of those random glamorous dudes. I wouldn't want to tell her about the places she'll go that she dreams about - she goes usually alone and never with a hand to hold.

I don't want to tell her that still, over years later at 31 years old when feeling like she is totally fine, secure, confident and happy - she will find herself repeating the same old tired 3rd grade story all over again. Only instead of a note it's a instant message and a email.

That's pretty much the only difference.

How's that for a little Wednesday night vulnerability...:)

-----yes, yes, I may delete this when I think better of it-----

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I'm taking a nap right here....


If you were to guess the collective costs of the below items, how much
would you guess?

If you guessed $25 you would be the big winner!!! I on the other hand
am not the big winner. ;)

Also, I'm eating at the California pizza kitchen where, they do not
serve pizza. But chili cheese fries and tuna salad they do have. You
silly LA airport! Keeping us guessing....I think the crying during the
book I just read gave me the worst headache known to man....the $25
medication is worth it.

Hour one update-

I just read this book -and it made me cry multiple times. In public.

I have not seen any movie stars, which is just as well, since the last
time I ran into a celeb at LAX I was a bit rude without meaning too...

Flying thru the past

So I just finished flying on my first paid flight on the airline I
used to work for. First off it was a bit odd flying on the plane I
worked on for a year non-stop. Its been 2 years (which is wierd)
almost exactly and it was exactly the same - the placards and
everything. ;) I felt like I was commuting to work like back in the
day. I almost jumped up and help serve the drinks.

The amazing thing us even though its been 2 years, and there are
HUNDREDS of flight crews, I was excited that I knew a couple people on
the crew, on quite well. It was so great to talk to them, and they
were really, really sweet! I hung out on the plane a little after and
helped clean up and do the seat belts up.

It was like old times... kind of makes me miss it a bit, but its easy
to only remember the good times and forget the bad.

They even gave me a large bottle of water to take with me, which is

So its 7:45 now, I only have until 1:45 am for my next flight, so I
have a few hours to kill -if anyone has any suggestions for a fun
night out at the lax airport, feel fee to leave a comment. Mexico -day
of the dead- awaits.

-courtesy of the iPhone!

On my way

I just landed in LAX. I'm preparing myself for a nice 6 hour layover...

Saturday, October 27, 2007

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