Sunday, February 24, 2008

my nephew, the model (continued)

All fixed (for reals this time)!! Huzzah!
So, picking up where I left off...

...working the brooding stare into the distance while petting the family dog...

...working the distainful chicken coop wince...

...working the boy next door soul-catching eyes...

...working the genuine glee at pouncing on auntie jo...

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

my nephew, the model

Jack, working the pout...

...working the profile (and the red sweats)...

...working the pockets...

***I have about 4 more modeling shots to add - unfortunately, blogger is being butt and won't let me upload more pictures because I've used my free photo storage (I don't know how that's possible, I barely ever take pictures, let alone putting them on my blog). Don't worry, I'm working on remedying the problem and hopefully very shortly I'll be able to finish this post and satisfy all of my loving blogger fans with enough pictures to satiate any photographic hunger***

president's day

To celebrate getting a job, I promptly planned a trip to visit sisters, their families & my best friend from high school. I left early Sunday morning and made it in time for the matinee of "Little Women" in Vancouver (my sister Kim directed it--she's the artistic director for CYT Vancouver). Then we (plus Andy, my brother-in-law) went to another part of Vancouver to see another CYT musical, "High School Musical." Both were very well done. One very touching, the other very fun.

President's Day dawned at the Shire residence (the photo below was taken later in the day at the Twist's, but thought it would be fitting to place here)

Kimmie, Donny & I headed to 23rd street in Portland to meet up with Sarah, where we enjoyed coffee and Japanese bento boxes (well, Donny enjoyed applesauce).

Then I stopped in to wish the Twists a happy President's Day. Here's Beth & 5 week old Katie...

Jack, Matt & Bailey playing fetch. As you can see, Jack only threw over his shoulder...

I love it when you can see the moon during daylight...

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


  • 78 days of looking
  • 46 days of being unemployed
  • 43 online responses to ads (including 43 resumes & 22 cover letters)
  • plus countless phone calls, faxes and walk-ins (all with resumes, some with cover letters)
  • 2 short temp jobs
  • 4 paying photo shoots
  • 5 promised interviews
  • 3 actual interviews
  • 3 out of town retreats to deal with...
  • 3 major mental breakdowns
  • 2 TV show seasons (Lost, season 3 & Gilmore Girls, season 1)
  • 5 McMenamins movies, and somehow only...
  • 1 trip to Red Robin
  • 3 major holidays
  • 2 audio books
  • 6 new movie soundtracks addicted to
  • 3 full books
  • 2 partially read books
  • 3 blog make-overs
  • 25 blog posts
  • and innumerable hours logged at coffee shops...

I have finally found and accepted a job. I do apologize to all who may be offended that I haven't told them yet, but I just found out Friday and promptly celebrated by leaving town for a few days (post to follow). I greatly appreciate every prayer, hug, smile and sympathy (even annoying cliches that I probably rolled my eyes at). Thank you to all.

As of Thursday I will be employed (again) at Westside Church, this time as the Communication Coordinator. It's a different department and full-time. I'm really looking forward to it.

Thank you again & sorry to any who wanted a personal phone call regarding my employment status.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

celebrating eight years...

I was a junior in high school and part of a small vocal ensemble that sang Valentunes around town every Valentine's Day. Both of my sisters had put their time in with this ensemble when they were in high school. We sang such greats as, "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree", "You are a Promise", "Are the Stars Out Tonight", "Tip-toe Through the Tulips", "I Walk the Line", and (my personal favorite) "Oh, Johnny, Oh, Johnny, Oh, Johnny, Oh!"

But this year, there was something extraordinary waiting for me. I had a date...

So I had arranged to miss the first few periods of school and talked to Mrs. McDill about meeting up with the ensemble as soon as I could.

Mama and I (whose birthday it was...happy birthday, Mama!) got in my sister Kim's car that I was in the middle of purchasing from her. An endearing Toyota Corolla hatchback, often mistaken for being brown, it was actually a lovely shade of rusty red. Kim had named her something, but I changed her name to Ferdinand (yes, she became a he when I bought her/him).

And we drove to the DMV. I had worn khaki pants and a white tank top under a pink-ish/lavender-ish cardigan sweater (a nod to the holiday, while not bowing to it).

I passed with a 75 (a 74 and you fail). But I'm convinced the DMV guy that was testing me was a sadly embittered man who wanted to take his Valentine's Day angst out on anyone or anything he could. But he wasn't all bad. He did give me a high enough score that I could get my license. (seriously unfair grade though, I mean, really? 10 points off for turning on my blinker too soon!!).

A beautiful relationship began that day. I love you, baby! You've been with me through many major events of my life and even the little ones. Happy Driver's License Day!

(some of the information has been blurred for obvious reasons...I don't want anyone stealing my identity)

Monday, February 11, 2008

"if you want something...

...don't ask for nothing.
If you want nothing,
don't ask for something."

I heard these wise lyrics on The Arcade Fire's album Funeral.
Just something to think about (or nothing to think about?)

In other news, I took a quick trip to Sandy this past weekend to visit with the Twist family. The pass was gorgeous (well, the trees and mountains were- the roads were slushy and covered in muddy gravel). I found myself distracted as I drove, thinking of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. For those who've never heard of it, it's about seven brothers in the Oregon Territory in 1850. It's a musical. They do ballet in the snow with axes while singing about being lonesome pole-cats. In the movie they kidnap six women (one of the brothers is already married) and take them in their wagon to their homestead, 12 miles from town. They traverse a pass to get there and an avalanche separates the brothers and their captured would-be brides from the angry townspeople.

It made me want to yell out of the car window. But starting an avalanche wouldn't necessarily make my life a musical, so I didn't.

Once at the Twists, Jack and I had a great time. Katie said, "Hey, what's up?" Then slept or ate the rest of the time I was there. Bethy and I had some good/silly conversations. And Matt introduced me to Joe's Donuts on Saturday morning.

Jack has reached the age where he says "Cheese" when a camera is pointed at him, without prompting, and then he runs to the other side where the photographer is to get a glimpse of himself...sometimes before the picture has actually been taken.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

how do you visualize a week?

First of all, I'd like to introduce you to my friend Cassie. She's so brilliant, she even looks like Einstein.

Cassie and I had a late lunch/early dinner (or linner/dunch, if you will) late last week. Why is it that the most riveting discussions of life's deepest mysteries are always brought up over food? We spent a good hour hashing out a topic that has recently been filling some of my idle hours...

The topic was how different people visualize or imagine unknowable things. We started with eating utensils. For some reason, in my mind forks have always been girls while spoons and knives were boys. I've had several people disagree with me saying that forks must be male due to their spiky hair. But you'll never win the argument with me: forks are feminine. After all, think of Ariel combing her hair with a fork (dingle-hopper) - I don't believe a masculine utensil would stand for it.

Then we approached the week. Mine is a rectangle cut down the middle length-wise. The top section is divided into two sections and the bottom portion is divied up five ways. The two sections on top are Saturday and Sunday (Sunday on the right hand side). Monday is below Sunday and so forth, clockwise. There's really no explaination for this. Cassie's is similar except that the weekdays are lined up on a curve, semi-circling back to the long, straight weekend. And hers goes counter-clockwise. (we diagramed it on a napkin for your convenient viewing)

The bigger ovular shapes on the napkin represent how we view the year. Mine is to the right, Cassie's to the left. Both of us have a bow looking year with summer representing the long, straight line to the side. Hers is more of a triangle with rounded sides, evenly dividing the year three ways. My fall is short and spring unutterably long (the curve begins it's upward decent on New Year's Day).

Here's the biggest mystery: my year goes counter-clockwise and hers clockwise! If you'll remember from our weekly views, it's just the opposite. This is highly baffling news. (look how baffled we are)

Without being tainted by our views, I would love to hear your views of the gender of utensils and the layout of the week and the year. Comment ahoy!

super bowl sunday...

...the way it was meant to be enjoyed.