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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 673 Newer› Newest»get on what? I did see the new batman and I agree heath was very very dark but appropriately so. That was little scummy.
I think I am going to set up some lights and try to get a really cool photo of old smokey - I am still working on my plan.
Maybe I will feed scout to him and then get a real cool feeding shot - paybacks for the shoe.
Ahhh I kind of wondered what would happen at 200 - feel free to delete if you need to free up some memory or something. Just save the ones with questions so I don't forget.
"I'll start to work on that"....
Oh yes, feeding your faithful dog to the bear would make a WONderful photo-op. (did I spell that right?) You'd be as haunted as me...no time for last pet my four-legged friend.
It goes to the next page...
GET ON WHAT??
Q&A
Ahh right!!
AND my table...
Pandora.com (I feel) would be more for personal use, not so much for the shop. Don’t take this personally – The cool thing about Pandora is that you can take let’s say one of the three bands you know (3EB, Feist and Blue October) and then it picks bands that have similar band demographics, song structure, sound and instrumentation.
Before you know if you might have like eight bands to listen to and a whole new world will be opened to you.
Serious Note: If you ever really want to get in touch with the voices,, you need to sit alone in the dark (maybe at the shop) and listen to Interpol (heinrich maneuver, Evil and Leif Erikson – don’t veer to far from these they can get a little creepy, then move to Hallelujah and So Real “Jeff Buckley” (make sure you listen to Hallelujah at least three times in a row) and then let the evening fan out with The Editors and some Madeline Peyroux (she lived in my house with me and my roommates for a few weeks in Nashville during a season of vocal rest ((AKA loser mode for a vocalist))– I asked her to let me record her for a studio project she agreed after some coaxing and a little gas money – I had to promise not to tell Sony. Don’t dive into the coffee until you get to the Editors…
I really don’t mean to be so bossy – but DO IT!! You won't be disapointed!!
You know ridiculous assumptions can often lead to grave disappointments
I am kidding...no pressure. Both the table and the Q&A will come when you're damn ready.
Now, as far as the bear. Get that plan nailed down before he moves to your neighbor's dumpster!
Are you serious about Madeline Peyroux???!!! I LOVE her???
You lie...
....like a dog that's been fed to the bears and neglected on the path to her deathbed.
I'll call her right now if you so wish...
Seriously...you couldn't just pull that out of your butt, could you? Maybe you could...
I have only been a fan for about 6 months. She rocks...are you lying?
She was staying with my friend Mike and his wife and she got kinda sick of them - so she moved in - Mike lived across the street so we had gotten to know her so it wasn't that weird. I came home from being gone for a weekend and she had all of her clothes and undies and stuff on a makeshift close line in our kitchen, our drier was broke - she was really embarassed, I was really laughing! True story - I kinda had a one week "bad girl that sings about drinking and new york and stuff" crush. About a year later she became a Christian.
You called me a lier.
It's hillbilly night at the park in Winter Park tonight - so see ya.
Hey your coffee comes tomorrow - you should be very afraid..
If you're not lying I am in awe. Was she nice? Beautiful? Or did the beauty begin after she opened her mouth. It's best then-- in my opinion (coming from one who avoids "happy birthday" whenever possible)...
ooop, sorry, have fun!
You are such a groupie!!! That story only scratches the surface. One time she played a song sitting on our couch and was like "here, take the guitar, give me one you got" I was like "oh crap" I barfed something out, not so sure she was that impressed. No she was really cool and humble..
I want you to be able to sleep tonight so I will have to save more stories for another time.
You mean "more" in awe!!
: ) I am sure you impressed her.
have fun--the hillbilly's are waiting...
of COURse that's what I meant : )
I hope you are breakin' from the billy's to check out the moon on occasion. He is KICkin' tonight. Seems to be saying, "little miss sunrise aint' got nothin' on me"...of course interpretation could be muddled at 200k miles....but I doubt it....
You should have Madeline come play at your shop - she would totally love it..
The moon was a little shy last night around here - but the pre sunset air was perfect..
So what/who is "elemental"??? I guess I need to focus on answering and not asking, curious..
whachu talkin' about?
it has quite the presence in my life, but in context/where did I talk about it? Can't remember...
OH, the bench. Yeah. Long story.
The bench and didn't you have a code name Elemental for a business profile or something - picture of you and your kids by the coast, talked about your life and stuff. Elemental
Any one thirty am driveway visitors last night?? I can't believe you didn't give your precious brother any advise.
Far too observant. Save that for P.E.I.
Essentially it's the quest and filtering process that leaves only that which is most pure and most necessary in life, in love, in general.
The rudimentary yet essential principals--- I'm talking primarily below the surface, but I want to adopt externally in more ways as well. The cabin by the river, the windmill, the gardens, the hermit--with exposure only when I am filled to the point of overflowing. Art show in Denver by the Tattered Cover, the NY Gift Show, Santa Fe, Portland---offer 2 weeks of Art Therapy at my oasis in the nowhere--just enough exposure to give something, to offer something to the world-and then spend the rest of the time in hiding...just like the seasons, when you're ready to lose it--fall opens it's door.
Major stories behind it all, but that's over Peaberry on P.E.I. (when I lose my mind).
You know the funny thing - you doubt my truthful story but I think the real fibber here is you. I don't think you have actually ever heard of madeline and you just blurted out "I love Her!!" to save face for not ever hearing of any of those bands or artists.
That's my theory...
Therefore I emailed her this morning and asked her to send you a nice groupie email, I told her you were retarded but a huge fan (in you're own special needs way) so she might even call and offer to do a benefit concert for your therapy or something.
Don't mess with me!!
Of course getting new jeans, wife beaters, and soul feedings at only the finest retailers nationwide fits into that. Why am I not more boxable.....clothes. I love them--and I have to shave my pits or they get itchy. The legs can get hairy, that's fine--the hairer they get the more fun it is when I finally shave them...
babble babble--I need coffee....off to the shop
I also told her you wear a helmet like the girl in Garden State - don't want no dandilions cracking your gord or moustache.
I love the tattered cover, was just there a couple weeks ago reading about Bungalow Architecture and table thingys...
She is on my I-tunes!!!! Only the most beloved enter into that realm...
Did you really send her an e-mail? So is she a thong girl or granny panties? Or did you cover your eyes while you were laughing at the laundry? (far too good J. Glenn--I am glad Erin has you swearing)
Didn't pick up on this earlier BUT FTR my Guy Sunrise is totally ready and willing to kick your little moons shiny ass whenever need be...
You never answered my timeline questions - get going yourself!!
Dude hasn't delivered the coffee yet...
Oh yes. Timeline....such restrictive little suckers.
The peaberry is xtra good while smoking a pipe and standing in a pile of wood shavings - just in case you smoke a pipe or something
No pipe. Cloves on rare occasion.
.....Covered in paint,
sawdust, and wood glue
You building an xtra large shoe box or something.
Make sure you dip your gluey fingers in the saw dust just when it is getting nice and tackey and let it set for twenty minutes or so - it'll give you something to chew on later.
You must not be that gluey or painted or you wouldn't be typing - poser!!
I didn't know you speaking "real time"-- you are smoking a pipe with TZP and wood chips right now?
Watcha makin'? My table?
Oh I see...I was painting my setting for a good clove opportunity---I wouldn't be standing in wood chips--i would be covered in paint and wood glue.
We just had a going away part for my Chels. She is leaving for school. She's going to Gordan College in PA. She's going into youth ministry. My sweet little type A.
Still no e-mail from Ms. Peroux! It being you filled her in on my special needs I hoped to get one by now...
I am not going to tell Patti that you know her until I really know you do...(Patti introduced me knowing she'd be up my ally--Patti has her degree in music/business too. She used to manage bands in NYC until she met Dave and moved to NH to have a family--now she's stuck with me) I don't think you've lied to me other than that whole bad breath chic misleading thing; however you do enjoy mockery and this could fit the bill.
Correction Peyroux. Just because I can not spell it does not mean I'm not a fan...
I wouldn't lie about MP (I didn't really send her an email though - I can if you want) I will try and find the masters from the recording session - it was really cool - she played this one song, ah crap I can't remember the dude that wrote it, he is dead now. "Drink up baby don't say a word da da daaa beneath the something" crap!! - I will look it up. All sorts of great super cool music stories from the Belmont days.
June 13th we had our last snow storm - August 15th we got our first snow - I am pretty sure I will get home to the lodge packed, a Uhaul on order and my wife loading the car for Florida, my Mt. days may be numbered... Double Crap - Feel free to tell your lady about Maddy P. cuz it be true dog. She actually would probably much rather play the Apotheeca stage over some big classy venue, oops I mean large venue, thats her style.
So did you try the P-berry??
Did it rock your world?
No I wasn't building your table mainly because there is no "your table" since you cant be trusted with the brush and bucket.
This is the tune that caused my one week crush - totally a producer/engineer to artist fling..
Between the Bars"" Mr. Elliot Smith wrote this tune before he killed himself - did you check the Jeff Buckley ,,Hallelujah,,?
Drink up, baby
Stay up all night
Things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
You'll never see
Promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about
Pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
Images stuck in your head
People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up, baby
Look at the stars.
And I'll kiss you again
Between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
And keep you apart
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest
Where I like you the best
Keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Madi is playing the Orpheum in Boston in October, go check out the show, tell her my story and she will want to get coffee with, you are a fairly interesting person she was always sincerely interested in chatting with interesting non poserish people - I guess you fit the bill!!
I will ask her how your chat went at the show she is playing in Boulder in March. Yo
I kind of liked being referred to "way earlier on" as voice from the past - you knew it was me with the first harassing post didn't you.
elliot smith is dead?
That is hot! You did realize it was all about the bottle of course, but I am sure i would have been in love.
I saw that she'll be in Boston! I may ask Josh to go with me...
Of course I knew it was you.
BTW, I did check out Mr. B and I listened three times as instructed. Interpol. Leif Erikson was interesting...(In AK I went to school with a kid named Leif Erikson--I was always the fastest Math quizzer in the class--of ten people--until the stupid Viking showed up. I hated Math every since) I found Heinrich Maneuver to be especially poignant...Evil was cool. I was kinda lost on where to go with the Editors. Some I liked and some I didn't.
My Java Tree didn't show today...alas, dark perfection must wait.
Play with Erin in the snow more and perhaps she will learn to love it--although that is an awfully short summer! If not, take her on a vacation. I am sure she deserves it from having to put up with you.
Come on...I won't paint it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elliott_Smith
What did you think of Buckley??
Feeling a bit like a rebel - sitting here at the Judges bench of the judicial center - the big grand opening is monday and we have been cranking all weekend to get everything done.
I have been haning out with my friend Buffy Dindinger (buffy's cleaning service) her and her crew are pretty much always the last subcontractor on site to do final clean.
Our assistant superintendent spent the night here last night, so I told him to beat it and i would hold down the fort (kinda scary).
Thought I would take a break, enjoy the almost complete view and just chill on judge judy's computer for a moment or two.
We don't self perform any of the trades of work - we embark in pre-construction, provide bids for the jobs to the owner's and architects, then we value engineer the project to get it back under budget when the stinking architects come in over a million high, then when the project is approved by the owner's representation firm we contract the job. We then buy out (hire subcontractors) the job and run it with project managers (office nerds like myself - I get out into the field about ten hours a week) and field superintendents. I work daily with the architect to submit questions and show him/her why there stinking drawings won't work (architects are never wrong - they take a year of college just studying how to sherk liability) the engineers to resolve the questions and the owner to assure them that there are no questions and that everything is perfectly under budget and ahead of schedule. We provide submittals on every peice of the project from the cover plates on an electrical plug to the mechanical, pool, electrical, concrete etc... components of the job. I have totally had to learn how to be organized. I have managed one custom house ( the craftsman style) and the rest of the projects that I manage are commercial.
That is what I do and how we as a company operate. BVC is running the rec center project.
I gotta run I think Judy is coming in or something.. Plus i think some blue tape is calling my name..
feel the power! Going to re-read. Just wanted to give you a shout out before you left the bench...
My description was somewhat vague and rushed as I am pretty sure i have now committed some sort of felony. I will add more detail later.
What's a canoly?
WOW.....So you are the go-between-er that is the get-er-done-er-delegator that ensures nothing less than ahead of schedule perfection. All of the detail that must go into that would make me explode!
Could be stressful...but could be quite exhilarating to see a project on paper and then carry it through to being a live, breathing, functioning THING--standing there before you, saying, "hey, good job, I'm here!"
So what are the floors in picture 1?
Bummer about Elliot Smith. I really like his stuff.
Listening to Jeff again right now...of course Hallelujah is amazing...the others I need to digest when people aren't in the shop...like right now.
With all of the changes I am having a really hard time connecting with what i am doing...balancing being open to growth, making payroll, and rent..while BEing with customers and being true to what the space is all about--among other things. My head has been spinning more than usual these days.
I should think about going home soon. The kids were here all day and SO good. After a full day of sunshine we had a thunderstorm....they got to see hail for the first time! We were eating it off of the porch. I'm sitting by one of the doors where the old mail slot used to be...somewhere along the way the hardware for it was lost; so it's here subtly gaping open...there's this breeze that keeps finding it's way through...my arm hasn't been able to shed the goosebumps for over an hour now; but I can't quite get myself to move either--it's kinda of like being out in the moonlight but in the comfort of my yellow-with- green-cushion chair. --The two atmospheres colliding in a pleasantly removed manner.
Good luck this weekend. Good Job : ) Monday will be a happy, blue tape-less, well-deserved day.
BTW, I like him--he's better listened to alone.
a cannoli...mmm. It' s this delectable little pasty filled with whipped ricotta cheese that's sweetened perfectly, lightly, wonderfully and topped with just a bit of powdered sugar....served with an italian style latte (slightly burned and a bit strong) it is Boston evening perfection....
I am back at the office, no more rebellion that was more stressful that anything on this project - those judges are A-holes..
Do your kids come to the shop often - that has to be a complete and incredible blessing. I am sure they get a bit bored but that has got to be really cool. I would agree that JB is better listened to alone. Interpol is not one of my favorite bands but they do fall into that interesting realm.
you are totally right when the air and the people and the sounds are just competely perfect you have to sit and stay. The rain, hail the snow the smell its what makes it what it is. I went for a walk two nights ago with scout - we went exploring a bit, it was cool enough for me to wear my old red flannel, I will be buried in it if I have any say, and whenever I am walking with the red flannel, the sun is just about to set and you get that last burst of glorious light/color across the earth, my mind was sceaming with peace. I found these incredibe 12 x 12 x 30 foot beams that I believe were left from an old cabin or barn (we have a few log barns on the land) along with some huge timbers and beams, tomorrow they will be drug into the machine shed and they are going to be cut for the tops of the first few tables. I am excited because they have all these old holes and shackle anchors and such - they are really cool. I can get more excited over a chunk of wood with incredible grain or detail, somewhat weird but I don't really care.
So whats the head of one of the likes of ARV/ARB all spinning about these days or was that just linguistic filler. How the crap do you (the florist portion or all that you do) put together a wedding - now that would be intimidating. I would rather face three owner's rep a crabby architect and role of blue tape a mile long than a freakin bride to be poured out in the moment. AHHHH
I didn't proof or spell check or anything that last post, so now you knows I is dummer than you probably already knows. I am a huge NASCAR fan, FYI - the only sport I watch other than hockey.
Almost never mis a race - I am total redneck at heart - the south awakened something I knew not to exist.. Hot Damn!!
NASCAR! Oh please say it isn't so.... : )
I know that color--That color (just before the sun makes it's way down yonder) is so great...I think that if hope had a color that would be it. I tried to capture it once but failed miserably.
Yes, the kids do come in a lot. When they aren't with me or at school they are with Matt or mom and dad--no daycare ever (speaking of Hallelujah). I have a kids design station in the back area--Brynne can literally sit for hours coloring and "designing". She made her first multi-media piece the other day (one that didn't involve glitter as the "multi") she had a row of 4 leaves, 1 old piece of metal (that's my girl!!!) and then another leaf. She signed it "B Y N" --said that was all she could remember--and gave it to Foxy Roxy. Noah likes to make forts, contraptions, and climb up the pole whenever I'm not looking...and play his DS. I am blessed. Even though they drive me to madness at times, there's an indescribable feeling of wholeness when I can do what I need to do, but they are right there next to me.
The wood sounds great! What an awesome find. Can't wait to see the veer steps on that one.
Alas, the head spinneth--no linguistic filler.
As far as the weddings, the only way I can get into is to treat it as an interpretation; and I only want brides that I can connect with. If I don't feel it, I refer them to my friend Rich at the Royal Bouquet. I have only had one pain in the butt bride out of oh gosh, I don't know how many! I ask them to gather bits of inspiration, fabrics, images, paper--even if it has nothing to do with wedding flowers it tells me a bit about who they are and their style. I ask them to ponder "what about you as a couple would you like to express" even if they cant answer it right away, I make them come up with something...beauty, design, style without meaning is crap. I want nothing to do with crap--even if it helps to pay the bills.
Would you tell me what the freakin' floor is made out of??? picture number 1? Is it painted concrete?
Fine...I was sick of talking to you anyway....
Timeline. I am really not very good with time--or frames of time--or being on time....but I will try.
1996 graduated high school and received the Dean's Scholarship at Crown (yehaw) so I went that fall.
Fall of 1996 befriended lots of groovy peeps--including JGlenn, a cute-cocky-prick with a killer voice among many other notable attributes connected to personality, humor, character, etc.
Summer of 1997 worked at Subway and Merlin's Family restaurant and spent WAY too much time looking at the calendar.
Fall 1997 went to camp. AKA, Camp Wedcloud.
Summer 1997 moved to Grand Junction
Moved to MN at some point?? Went to school at St. Cloud State while worked in the floral department at Crafts Direct in St. Cloud
Winter 1999 engaged, continued to go to school, work, started "arting" a bit and planning a wedding.
Spring 1999 married
Fall 1999 moved to Texas. Never been more depressed in my entire life. Thankfully, that spring 2000 Josh moved to Texas and lived with Matt & I. I made him join Jenny Craig (we coded it "JC" he lost 80 pounds.
Went to school at CCCC and fell in love/hate with Max Woods--my color seer guide, I'm still processing that chic...
May 2001 Noah was born--(We had planned on going snowboarding in CO and going to do the Euro Rails that spring. Both trips were cancelled. I bawled when I saw the pregnancy test was positive. I walked around the block--we bonded...and then I was fine.) I did a nude of myself pregnant. With my "body image issues", bringing it into class was HUge for me (yes, in several ways) , but it was a major self acceptance experience....one of the first times I felt truly beautiful. My sweet baby boy--one of two greatest gifts--had reflux and used to vomit all over me after I'd spend an hour nursing him. He still has tummy issues and is below the 5th percentile. Brynne is at the 95th. I think my little angel will have her mom's big feet.
Decided I want to be an art therapist and have a place called "the upper room".
Summer 2001 I went to an art show in Denver (at three months old we brought Noah to Colorado to visit friends) he went biking with us in the Baby Bjorn--just stupid! And hiking. I saw an artist there doing Image Transfers--a process I had fallen in love with while living in Lake City--I learned how to do it and started my card line.
(it gets foggy here) I think Fall of 2002 I just couldn't stand TX any more. We toyed with moving to CO, back to MN to open my "upper room, coffee shop, art gallery--we were going to call it Jerichos" that I just finished the 35 page business plan for. We moved to NH instead.
Feb. 2002 Matt bought the house. I started painting a lot, art showing, and expanding my gift line.
spring 2002, Matt lost his job. It was scary, but I was so excited about Matt finding and following a passion. He bought, restored, and sold cars.
April 2003 Brynne was born. Still painting, art showing, mommying--hunting for old cars...
Fall 2005 Matt and I separated, I became a less than par graphic designer ( I don't know the programs like I should--and I hate being labeled as something specific, but if I must, then I am an artist with training in graphic design and fine art; I am on my way (eventually, no hurry) to being an art therapist--(great mix of art, psychology, and healing) I want to go to Leslie U in Mass.
Dec. 2005 I opened the shop--not planned per se, but needed a way to potentially support myself.
April 2006 I was divorced with hope that if something were to die entirely than perhaps it could grow anew--this time real, healthy, right--
Present Day: I like chocolate.
Haven't read your postings yet - wow! This morning as I drove towards the booming metropolis of Granby the sunrise was charging, charging lack a hungry soldier to the battle lines. There was this thick mist slamming into the divide but then came the old sunrise and began to blast it away. Interesting contrast: The mist was holding tight to the lower parts of the mountains which in some wierd way kept any light from reaching the upper peaks, so they were black and then the sunrise created this incredible silouette - it was wild!! Funny thing (and I knew my sunrise and I were being watched) I looked to my left and there was your chic moon (pretty much full) stairing at the whole display. She was totally jealous and when she realized I caught her she tried to flare up with some sort of nice comparison but let's be honest the only reason she has any glow at all is because of the sunrise - Tragic but true. Best of both worlds I guess - thought you might like the comentary.
I will read now.
Oh sorry - Stained Concret floors. We pour them with normal aggregate concrete, a company called Colorado Hardscapes (I think they have a pretty good website) comes in grinds down the top tiny layer and then sprays a stain and reactor type chemical to get the colors. They grind control type joints to make the pattern and then finish with a few coats of wax. They sell the same crap at Lowes you just don't get the cool look from the grind down step. I will post some better shots the pics I took were before we had them come back and re-grind and finish to get some of blochyness out. Stained Concrete Finish is the name.
Quit your crying...
Wow!!! That sounds incredible....
Yes, you are right, the moon would have nothing without that pesky sunrise;
but isn't light always more beautiful with a little reflection...? (of course it is) Reflection lends objectivity and perspective that light alone can't quite get to.
(beat that sucka...)
The construction company I started after I left my youth ministry position at the episcopal church was called "The Jericho Company" I guess great minds think alike - or for some reason you just decided to copy me. Art therapy hmmmmmmmmmm
Is that like another name for plastic surgery?? That was a joke!! What would be your personal goal for being an art therapist and don't say "to help people".
I am going to give you a timeline as well - even though you didn't ask for it..
BTW - you totally destroyed my inocent take on that Elliot Smith song - jerk!! It's not really about the sauce, is it??
Oh it was never innocent...just more esoterically egocentric...(www.dictionary.com. It's all about the bottle...
VEER Check:
Ok, I am a little ashamed to show you this, but it was just too creepy coincidental (Jericho's Contruction Co???)....I now see that the green coffee beans look more like alien testicles, but hey, it was a work in progress...I liked the Hard transition from jeriCHO's to COffeeHouse....are you for real?
Yes, a timeline would be lovely....
So, how did the judicial building hand-over go?
Not sure which portion of that I should take greater offense to?
I totally didn’t follow your veer section as of most recent and what the crap are “veer steps” regarding the wood –
I normally know what you are going to post before you do it but you lost me with the alien testicles (you have always been easy to read- see wait wait, there it is - thoughts of cockiness, truth, and to complete, slight smirk with almost non-existent head shake and sniff).
It was called “The Jericho Company” not Jerrycurl or JeremyCO and certainly not Jericho Construction Company. I am lost
We “turned over” the building this morning, it went great and now we get to head back over for the Big Grand County Judicial Center Grand Opening – if I hear of one more building or business incorporating the word “grand“ into the name I am going to barf in a grandish fashion..
So the whole egocentric thing – no need to hate just because your little moon got put in her place this morning. Did your non green alien testicles from Tanzania show up? Was that a reference to the TV show Jericho?
I think I may have to steal your whole ELEMENTAL word thing to incorporate into the naming of the table company – I like that “Elemental Tabula” or “Tabula Elemental”...
My driver finished fifth in the Michigan race yesterdy - in case you were wondering - he's now tenth in points - should make the chase!! (see there it is again "why would I care about your stupid nascar driver, kinda funny that he would throw that in, maybe I will check out who finished fifth just to have a tidbit of who his driver might be so I can ridicule him about it later) - so predictable.. NASCAR.com
Ooops, sorry...remember the uni-brow? You "veered from the blog" and sent the picture? That's what the veer thing means....I"m gonna read the rest now....
Now I'm tracking - maybe a little Alien Testiculishy but really cool - who designed your font and logo and stuff??
UR right, the obscurity of "The Jericho Company" sounds much better than J. Constr. Co....I was still in shock about me copying your Jericho thing and didn't pay attention--please forgive my horrendous error.
No need to be offended over anything. I am glad the TURN OVER went well.
Jerk.
I will not look up your Nascar dude because I refuse to believe you watch it.
BTW...the Tanzania Peaberry was great...it's our coffee of the day. I even French Pressed it.
I am glad you liked it - I knew you could handle it, just had to throw in a little hype for fun - try it with the pipe some cold rainy evening, you won't regret it..
I widdled a pipe once during a very depressing time of transition (I cut myself eleven times, for real, I have the scars to prove it) - I still have it and it is the only pipe I will smoke. The whole smell evoking the memory thing.
I will try it with a pipe...(I need to find a pipe)
ya know, this morning--strange thought I know-- I was thinking about what I would have gotten you for a wedding gift if we had been friends (I mean, better about calling)...I'll have to see if I can find the guy online...hearing about the whittled pipe, I'm sure I would have been dead on.
So what was the depressing time of transition?
Did you cut yourself accidentally while whittling or intentionally to remember you were still alive?
BTW, it's not really a sniff, it's more of abrupt yet slight exhaling through the nose....get it right.
Well I was close - I remembered it was something with the nose.
No I am not a cutter!!! My roommate had this widdling kit made by exacto and it was really sharp and I was really bad at widdling. The smoke through the dried blood is what makes it work.
Depressing time of transition explanation, I will have to pen that at a different time and get back with you shortly.
I was out on the rec center site this morning (we broke ground yesterday - kiss that "people of Fraser who are against the rec center") Fletch is my superintendent/mentor/guy with a million years of experience and recognizes that I am as green as an alien testicle/but is still patient and actually finds joy in humoring and teaching me guy.
He is five five and a buck twenty soaking wet - we make a good pair.
First week with BVC I was working with him on the Granby Town Hall and I had never really unrolled a set of drawings. So I asked Fletch if there were any good basic books that I should be studying up on just to get my feet wet on this whole new level/world of commercial construction - his reply straight faced "sure bud, why don't you run over to the library and rent a Bob the Builder video, that should help" and then he walked away..
He has actually become a very good friend as we have now completed three projects together and are starting the rec center - you tend to bond when you build straight through the winter in the colorado rockies - maybe something about the placement of hands in order to stay warm.
The coolest thing about Fletch - he spent three of his four years of high school in a funky head and back harness and needless to say was constantly harrassed - This guy (fletch) (without screaming or using profanity) can walk up to a six six three hundred pound angry steel worker and have the guy crying for his mommy and begging for forgiveness in seconds, with just a few words - he rocks!!
Back to the morning site visit - I was snapping shots of the site and dirtwork and there over my shoulder again, and it was like eight oclock already, was your pesky little moon checking in on me. The moon is cool for midnight but come morning, sunrise time, she needs to get lost. See what you can do about that, Ok!! Ok..
Whoo Hooo!!!!!
Total tight fingered hang ten (that’s how you do it if you’re a cool Hawaii local) the Peaberry complete with pipe made the coveted Apotheca Blog – YEAAH!!!!!
I don’t think that I ever commented on your menu board – very nice – you cease to amaze!!
: ) I am going to assume that you meant I NEVER cease to amaze, and say, thank you.
Peaberry with Pipe--Pipe 'n Peaberry-...sounds so cool.
So did any Frasierians hurl rocks at you? As far as the moon, I couldn't find him last night and figured something was up. I guess he came back for another round. Better watch your back.
oops sorry - totally not intentional typo...
Yes, you never cease to amaze..
I still owe you an answer regarding "guilt and pain" I believe..
I'm patient like that....
I figured you were just ignoring the post. It has been over a week after-all.
Comments on Guilt!!
I felt that your last post was kinda a guilt trip.
I was just kidding!
If anything it would be a comment on double standards..it took me a week to respond.
No No you make a valid point - your message was loud and clear. If I commit to doing something I need to follow through, I can’t just ignore something and hope that it will go away – thanks for the blogitory chastisement it is good to have accountability and you shouldn’t try conjure up some sort of double standard saga just to excuse or make me feel better about my own, self accumulated short comings… You let people off way to easy - if you are anything like me, when I do that, it usually accumulates and then I either complety blow up (then feel even worse) or I just tell them to "youknowwhat" off and that doesn't really help the situation..
Eat some blueberries and whip cream---you'll feel much better.
Serious note: You owe nothing and don't have to answer anything. Timeframe is all you-procrastination is not a problem...the moon will haunt you for me.
Blueberries and Whip Cream.
r u eating blueberries and whipped cream??
I think I would rather have raspberries and whip cream - not a real huge blueberries fan, unless there in a muffin.
they are tart like raspberries...not too sweet.
I would like to take this moment ( I use to be a youth pastor – I know how to have fun with kids – I can be trusted) to highly encourage you to play a game with your two darlings, called “watch mommy go diving for the lost blueberry diamond” (I am just trying to help you win some cool points – you probably need to lighten up a bit anyway)
This is how you play: Pile a big old pile of whipped cream on your bowl, plate whatever and scatter some berries all around. Take one beautiful berry and bury it in the middle of the cream pile.
Start eating the surrounding berries “look kids these are normal berries, not the precious lost blueberry diamond” then you announce in a startling fashion “look there it is” and then slam your face into the pile of cream – make sure you come up with the lost berry, it could be quite disappointing if you don’t. Great Game!!
LOL! Yes, right now I do need to lighten up.
I have way too many weddings this month and want to shoot myself.
I say "why shoot yourself when you can slam your face into a pile of whipped cream"..
point well taken. You first.
Did you sell any Peaberry? The smoothie sounded great!!
I wasn't in the shop today...I hope so!
One times when Erin and I were on Sanibel Island (west coast of Florida) We ate at this restaurant, they had the best key lime pie (I am not a huge fan normally but this was great and it sounded right) with the pie I had a shot of espresso, along with dinner I had a Stewarts Key Lime Soda (sorry no mojito - I don't even know how to spell it - give me a guiness I am good) The combination of the key lime pie, soda and espresso was awesome. For the next few months I experimented with trying to make a carbonated coffee / espresso drink - I guess I am telling you this because you "got" my peaberry and pipe combo (thanks) and if you ever try a Stewarts Key Lime Soda with a shot of espresso you will probably barf - but I liked it and thanks for getting it.
That was weird timing, I just sat down from putting Brynne to bed. She's so animated she cracks me up! ...she always interjects during prayers and says the funniest things to God...He must enjoy it.
Correction "one time".. I really need to take some ESL classes..
That does sound rather odd! Hey, sometimes there's just no explanation for what works. The girls were just talking yesterday about wanting to make Italian soda which would be I guess carbonated juice? I dunno. I'll sick Corey on your experiment if it ever happens. I'll let you know if I vomit.
I had key lime pie for the first time on my honey moon in Key West...it was awesome--probably the first time I had any sort of alcohol too?! Crazy...
No worries, I didn't even notice the mistake until you pointed it out...
I must say that I truly appreciate the fact that God enjoys us - in some twisted all knowing, just, patient, sovereign and crack me up all night long way... I couldn't do it - I would be like zap your dead, shut up blasphemer your dead and so on - I would have to start with myself.
I was depressed (probably not the greatest reason to be depressed) beacause I had been out of school for a year, my friend Dan and I decided to put Beautiful Construction to rest and I was looking for a job but didn't really want to drive a school bus (actually that would have been really fun) and I didn't really know what the crap I wanted or should be doing - I was totally dried up with music and sick of the feigned Christian Subculture bubble that existed in Nashville - I felt trapped but by something that I couldn't see or touch and instead of running I widdled in my underwear (not bikini mind you) for a few weeks - complete with taped fingers (now if that isn't a picture I don't know what is) Two weeks later I got a job as a Foreman for a construction project at a Nazarene University (the depression was short lived - but it did hurl me towards my next adventure after the construction project ended).
I had had two beers to my name before our honeymoon - then I ordered a Mexican Coffee (Cabo) - I stayed very warm that whole evening needless to say.
Unfortunately I have not just placed any children to bed but I gotta run.
Quit thinking about the underwear mental picture, sicko!!
LOL, sorry to laugh, but it does paint a funny picture!
I would like to see a timeline--putting all of this somewhat together...Beautiful Construction? Year off of school?
Maybe the pipe should be part of your table logo? Sounds like a cool little dude.
: ) have a good night!
I realize you're gone, but I had to amend my alcohol/keylime/etc first timer trio...
when I was little, Franky 2nd Chief--an old Eskimo that used to hang out at the Cantwell Cafe (my parents place)--used to give me sips of his beer. I guess he is still alive--he has surely pickled himself...
How was your drive? Did you have to talk to anyone?
This morning I left to early to make any coffee, therefore if I am going to take part of the bean I am forced to drink the office (maxwell house) coffee. (thinking to ones self) Ahh I have a meeting in Winter Park, which means I pass the Rocky Mt. Roastery - I am saved - they roast a great Peaberry!! (end of thinking to ones self) We have our ground breaking ceremony on the New Rec today..
I thought you broke ground the other day? That was probably just playin' in the dirt--this must be ceremoniously paying in the dirt--therefore making it official...
Sorry 'bout the coffee...I feel your pain. I was out of beans at home too and had to swing by DD at 4:39. Yuk.
I didn't have to talk to too many peeps this morn. I shared thoughts with my fellow closet introvert Tim; tried to avoid the "beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl" men as much as possible....
You own a coffee shop, that serves Peaberry and you had to stop by DD - you could burn warts off with their assidy coffee - did you get a doughnut though, that would of made it worth it.
I know...it's a sacrilege...(did I spell that right?)
How did the ground breaking go? Are ya covered in dirt? You should be. I never understood why people dress up for those things....
The ground breaking was just nice – complete with spray painted gold shovels and hardhats on little children – could it get any better. We (builders, owner’s board, architects) had to wear bullet proof jackets as they were afraid we might get shot at – not really but that was the joke – hee hee. Apparently there were some old farts protesting in red tee-shirts – we didn’t see them as they wouldn’t allow them on private property. We did start digging the other day – this was just for ceremonial show and to make it official. Fourteen month build off to the races – it is actually a really awesome project and it will be great for the community once finished.
The controversy stems mainly from the consistent arrogance and no care attitude from the developer. Texan (go figure) – that made it big up in Aspen and is now trying some of the same tricks in the valley. He actually isn’t that terrible of a dude (we work hand in hand with him as he donated the land to the valley) he just needs to be a little less of a prick. As much as I am against taking a beautiful meadow or valley and developing it – the guy has truly pushed for sense of beauty and accountability within new construction, something that we are desperately needing throughout the valley.
We had a nice four hour meeting with the owner’s rep (really cool guys) and the architect (he is from Iceland and also really cool guy) Rob made a reference to safety in the meeting – something along the lines of making sure that whenever the owners visit the site they need hard hats, long pants and absolutely no thongs (rancher boy that didn’t really know that thongs twenty years ago are not the same as thongs present day) he totally didn’t catch it but however I did and so did the owner’s rep – I felt like a ten year old who let a fart in church – I almost lost it!! Madeline was not a thong gal – FYI..
Working on the timeline!
I am tired.
I am glad you weren't shot. It sounds like the Texan needs some lessons in PR. That's the problem with Texans--entitlement coupled with an utter lack of humility. Even if their actions are good, if the heart condition is riddled with "you should worship me, I frickin' rock" of course people are going to revolt!
It does sound like a great project and it's nice that you are close enough to it to see-and be a part--of the good. I'm sure trying out the climbing wall will be painful considering the100 pounds you gained and all--14 months should give you time to lose it!
BTW, not only is Fletch the coolest name ever, but the whole BtB thing made me laugh...
Hmmm, MP should be a thong girl. She was probably hiding them.
Night
Is Mexican Coffee an alcoholic beverage? What is it? To bed for real. I'm off to the local farms in the a.m. to pick the rest of the wedding flowers...
Mexican coffee my naively innocent friend consists of 1 part (three ounces is a part FYI) tequila, 1 part rum, 1 part Kaluia (or whatever that stuff is called) and a third of a part of coffee - they light it on fire for a second or two to warm it a bit (while it was burning my little mexican amigo stated while chuckling "we burn the alcohol all out - chuckle chuckle" I had two or three swigs and remember feeling very warm and relaxed and tired. Mexican coffee - should of just had the Peaberry.
So when you say that you have weddings what does that completely require of you, your company? Do you order the flowers, deliver, arrange, pin them on, shoot them out of a canon or are you present completely running the show during the ceremony - I am like six weddings in a few days holy crap, seems like a pretty huge task. Actually I am more like one wedding in a year holy crap!! Just curious.
In Madeline's defense - that was like six years ago, she may have moved up in the world since then.
I think I need a Mexican Coffee right now!
I just finished doing the ordering--for the most part--for my 5 weddings next weekend. We have one this Saturday, one on next Friday, two on Saturday, and two on Sunday. I booked them before I was better at pretending to be organized. I just kept saying, "sure!". Now I look at my calendar and say "no"--well, most of the time. I'm not supposed to be taking anymore for this year, but I booked one yesterday for this October; but she JUST met her soulmate at 43 (on Match.com) and I couldn't help it. When she asked for the appointment I thought it was for next year and didn't realize it was THIS October until I had already heard her story.
I have to go through each design piece and break it down into flower/cost elements and decide how many of what to order based on how much they are paying, what they want, and what looks good. AHHH!
No worries, I won't cast judgement over MP's undergarment preferences AND I will keep the highly sensitive matter to myself.
Since you probably didn't get to it last weekend, are you going to pull the beams to the machine shed this weekend? Elementum Tabula? (I am sure you're the Jericho thief--the timeline will set it all straight...)
I cut into them Tuesday night to take a look at the depth of the weathering along with trying to get a rough handle on the age. The rings on newer growth are much wider spaced, old growth for whatever the reason (air quality, ozone etc) has tighter rings which makes for a stronger wood. The wood is beautiful and most of it will be usable as the weathering/rot doesn't go real deep. I am hauling them in tonight - log chain - land cruiser and scout - I will probably even attempt to drag Erin away from the Olympics to get her hands dirty for a while...
Holy crap you are booked out not months but years in advance - nice stud!!!
R you "she"?
I will leave you alone as I know you have tons to do and you just can’t resist responding and reading my posts – it really isn’t fair for me to keep distracting you… (Did you just call me a Texan??)
Your moon was hiding last night – good thing as I could see the stars much better.
I caught your little "sneaky tweak" of the name - nice try!!
That is the upside of the moon's anonymity. You see, the moon is NOT a Texan and in his humility likes to share that big ol' black sky.
Yup, you heard right, Texan. I'm not even going to comment about your cool wood.
Ok now you are messing with me (trapped if you will) and my perceived Texanishness - what "cool" word do you speak of - come on, come on..
Ohhhhh you said cool wood!! I was like what cool word, gotcha - shutting up now.
Are you "she"???
What are you talking about? I'm not 43?
Oh wait...you mean the edifystudiosblog?
What are you talking about 43? I was referring to the black and white - don't you know your own crap?? So an answer?
Yeah, I was wondering if you met some chic on match.com at age 43... You might want to lay off the fermented blueberries...
They are getting a little fermented...
You really need to stop being humorous because I am supposed to be working and every time I laugh someone asks me,"what's so funny?"
It's a dead give away that I am avoiding that which needs my attention...
Yup....I de-saturated and darkened it so it would look like an old picture. Is that you in #3?
I am finished ordering. That's the hard part.
I was kind of going for the standing dead alive thing, but maybe I should replace the color so I don't look completely dead....
#3?
Old #3 - that would be me - nice butt shot complete with hard hat and green tee. Jeremie Salyards (the other Jeremie project manager snapped that sweet shot) I guess it is proof that I actually did visit the site at least once. I have been labeled the gay boulderite because I don't wear wranglers, western collard shirts and don't chew. I like my jeans and "32" thrift store shirts - I take it as a compliment considering the sources.
I superimposed Troy and Rob's faces on a brokeback mountain picture one time (hung it all over the office and titled it "what really goes on at elk camp" - I get my digs in as well.
Funny thing was that I don't think they really knew one could do that with a computer, so there was a bit of surprise and embarassment with the
first glance.. (carried over from last post)
See THAT is an example of why your mother shook you
I want to see that movie. Haven't yet.
I would only feel bad for hurting his feelings. Curiosity isn't judgmental. You heart breaker you!
You are so vain - you totally went and changed the "she" picture. Oh my goodness...
That was a really cool pic too - especially for a 43 year old dead person, standing.
FYI - I can't control my humor - only you can control your outbursts of laughter and senseless rolling on the floor sessions..
You didn't have to check! I have already admitted to my vanity. I don't know though....I think I liked the completely dead one better. I'll have to let it settle.
I told you I know your moves - why do you mess??
My vote is with the dead one - you look way to happy in the colored shot.
That's kinda my thought too...
I'm leaving the colored one up.
So maybe your picture is like a mental mood ring – dead/black and white is for sad, my flowers are wilting days and leave it colored, because I’m stubborn, when you’re happy and feeling like a blossoming flower or something days.
You know, I remember some of your stories from Merlin’s family restaurant which is interesting because for the most part my memory is very vague and blank from the time period of when I got back from Europe and stayed at the cornfield until when Abe and I took you out to Colorado. It is seriously like this cloud is in my memory for that summer – did we even talk?? When was the camping trip? I remember seeing you after or at the state fair or something – didn’t you drive Abe and me back to Windom in his truck at three in the morning? I probably don’t need to ask those questions but I seriously have next to zero recollection..
Really not trying to be retarded and you might not remember this either but did we have a really weird or odd or awkward conversation out around the cars of your parents driveway - you said something or I said something that stuck or stung. AHHHHHHHH
Yeah we did...I can't remember what about...were we in the back of a truck? The only reason why I remember the camping trip (FYI, that was fun, pre-wierd faze, so I really don't know when we would have gone--I have to check the date. We went with your family. I wrote about trying to sleep in and you "ugly mug" waking me up at the butt crack of dawn--among other things) was because I wrote about it in my journal. That summer was totally a blur for me too. Crazy Hazy pre-flight blur.
When you got back from Europe--things were good. We were happy to see each blah blah blah. It was after the Quartet tour that we became mortal enemies. That was when a weird convo took place at the cornfield. I remember trying to leave in the middle of the night at your parents house too. Holy Drama! Your dad asked me not too. I listened--begrudgingly. It was good though....I wouldn't have been able to get flowers for your mom (she was so great!) or write the letter.
You tried to leave?? When? Where was I - I don't remember that. Where is the letter, is this the one in the book? R U talking about the day I left for Nashville in my pimpmobronco? See this is the stuff I don’t remember and truly am embarrassed to recall. I was so completely consumed with myself and that is sickening because I really don’t treat people that way – those are the things that I feel to this day that I need to apologize for, a portion of the Guilt… What an ASS, did you ever just say "dude you are being such an ass"??
I think I shall make Ass "the word of the day".
I can't remember for sure when it was...
I wrote a letter the day I left your house (the same day your mom got the flowers) and left it on your bed I think. You don't remember? You told Abe, "if we had been dating it would have been a breakup letter" (I read that in my journal too--see, I can cheat)
And the answer is YES. I did say , "dude you're being an ass" in the letter (in so many words). I said I was watching you treat everyone like crap and I wasn't going to hang around and let you treat me like crap--other stuff too about the friendship being what was important I think--not sure what else. Can't remember.
(this was either that day or the day before? can't remember) Your mom said something to the effect of believing that we had something special . She said she knew you'd move through this and come back around (she said your dad had done something similar?)
But I was hurt, mad at myself and the "if you have to think about whether or not you want to spend time with me than let me make the decision for you" thing sort of took over.
You were being an ass. To poor Aaron too--and then you went and broke his heart. Damn you! : )
I did write the msg in the book too--that was different though. That was thinking "maybe 20 years from now he'll find this". Now I went and told you about it and ruined the whole thing. Of course I don't know what book it was, so maybe in another 10 years you will find it. I think I addressed it to JERK or BRILLO or something just so you would know who it was from.
BUT, like i said in my long post (the one you said you'd read 5-10) I did know you were preparing to take flight.--just read it again. Make it 11.
I think you were consumed with you because you had to be in order to do something that YOU wanted to do rather than what you felt pressured to do? Maybe? Maybe you were just an ass.
Ok, seriously sorry for the bombard-ment....
We really didn't talk that summer--you had the quartet thing. The driveway convo, the statefair, the letter on your pillow and the flowers to your mom were all after that.
The camping trip was before--like i said, that was fun. Thanks to the trusty journal--you got back from Europe in May--we went camping in June. I guess we went to a graduation, a graduation party, you brought me to see a red VW bug, and then camping with your family... I have no idea where we went.
Thanks for diving into the journals – sorry to say I don’t have mine (I usually couldn’t read my own stinking handwriting anyway) I kept forever that flip book with the card stock, sketches, clippings, awesome quotes and verses you made – I loved that little book – it mysteriously disappeared from my little drawer (same one I keep my bikinis in I suppose) a few years back, hmmm.
I will re-read your posts when I can think and digest a bit more clearly - attempt to offer them the savoring justice they deserve (the whole work thing, Iknow you are slammed as well don't mean to make a one sided excuse - I am going to shut up - I am an analyzer as well).
Here is a question to ponder (I like bouncing these off of you because you are a fellow sideways thinker)
Why is it so damn important for those that love you (you being me or a general person that is loved, really anyone) to just know that you are doing OK – sometimes I feel that it is more important for those that love someone to know you are OK verses being OK with and understanding the person working through things (the process), screaming ridiculous obscenities and proclamations and not being OK – where is the trust that all that is so valuable and supposedly imbedded within will once again shine through, the hope and faith that we hang our hats on will come back around with time. I can't figure out, on a deeper/truer level, if this is birthed from fear, insecurity or love or something else. Speak oh wise one speak!!
A little confusing but I think you get my approach. I am sure you have never experienced this (sarcasm - of course) – but curious to hear your thoughts. You have always contained the sideways view - I am not as seasoned a veteran..
I love the smashing pumpkins!! 1979 is a perfect "flower provider for weddings standing back and drinking punch" song. Oh come on smile!!!
and for walking home from the wedding in the rain / totally drenched maybe a little "Crystal Ball" by Keane... You can tell me to stop making your life part of a movie soundtrack - that won't hurt my feelings...
I am going to veer a picture of the pipe to you...
Where's my Veer? (I'll respond later--probably after I survive my Smashing Pumpkins while sipping evening..)
You gots a wedding tonight?
I will send the veer later this evening - will that work or are we going to have a melt down??
My house in Florida just floated away because of freaking tropical storm faye..
I guess I don't have to sell it now - maybe I would get more if I listed it as a house boat - hmmm
I need to take the picature first - hmmm maybe a shot from the handy dandy isight cam will do - that would be quicker - you a mac person - I love em..
Stop sending me messages--as you stated I find them impossible not to respond to. I have no self control.
Yes, I am a mac lover--I have been since the fall of '99.
YOUR HOUSE IF FLOATING AWAY? Are you exaggerating slightly more than likely....still, that sucks...I'm sorry.
You asked me a question, should I respond or not respond? - I feel as though you are sending conflicting messages.
Mac user as of 04/05 so I guess you have me beat - you are so cool!!!
I am totally fine with it floating away (FF) I just feel bad for my sister in law and her friend as they are renting it and I believe are currently still in the house - oops. The House - Never love anything that can't love you back - I have to remember that with my landcruiser from time to time.
Crap! That really sucks!
Yes, things are much safer than people, but you can't hold on to either too tightly.
Don't be fooled, your land cruiser totally loves you.
I have a little party tonight for the employees, artist, and consigners....we have a wedding tomorrow.
It's not really floating away - it's just flooding really bad down in Sanford and Central FL.. Cool thing, all the newer Flowrita houses are built ground level slabs but all the old "cracker" houses were built about eighteen inches off the ground on pier and girder systems to protect form termites and flooding (hey what a concept) So all of the new shitty construction houses are flooding but not my sweet little shotgun bungalow.
We had another little bungalow, south of orlando, that made it through three really bad hurricanes one season, we came home after one - could barely get into the town, houses were crushed and mangled all around us but we didn't lose a shingle - they use to build them tough.
So you are reading the post (actually probably not just to prove something) when you need to be getting ready for your party. Keep your guests away from the mexican coffee,
i know you have a stash!!
"Stash" in reference to your booze not your upper lip - just thought I should clarify.
Hope your party goes well - hope you have to give a speech - hope you get nervous before that speech - hope your fermented blueberries and the nerves you will experience give you gas before your speech. I could go on for days but I won't.
My statement "never love anything that can't love you back" was in reference to not loving things - rather investing in people!!
The veer has been veered - I am sure you have a little dingy reminder for your email as well so you already know this.
Well not yet because you are at your party but you will when you get the dingy thing - right right
FYI - I veered my timeline as well - it is a bit long and scattered.
I just got home and will now read...isn't it passed your bedtime?
I know what your statement meant...I was just being jaded..
Way to be jaded - r u still edifystudios@mac.com - I am being lazy and don't want to look back
the moon was keeping me up - damn chic won't shut up..
yup, that's it. I just responded via veer...I was able to open the timeline WOW! Can't wait to read it.
The moon? Yeah, he's good like that...
Now would a good arrogant Texan ever send over a picture of himself observing - Notice I didn't send the picture of the landing. The observer is my good friend Brad - he is the businessy part owner of Elemental Grand Table Crafters 3000
NIce jump showoff.
E.G.T.C.3000 very interesting...you just made yourself vomit GRANdly...
So who is he really? Is he really building the tables with you?
He is my friend brad and if he was the one jumping he would be doing flips, he is an incredible rider.
Just starting reading...no, I don't think you're a liar.
Flirting in Psych? I don't remember that...my first memory is walking in to the chapel when you were singing...
Continuing the read...
Brad is part owner of a company out here called Vision Companies - I built a table last November and he liked it, I asked him if he would like do this on the side with me. He is gifted with numbers and has a strong work ethic along with a humble heart (he and his wife Angie are great friends) - I have been working on the designs and have the experience with the building portion - so we will be working together.
You and Gina were sitting in the back of the class - you had that "shit eating smirk" on your face and made some smug comment. Didn't you and that Matt guy go out? He played basketball.
I truly wasn't trying to be boastfull in my line, I was just really excited with what I did!!!
How was your party - did you cut a rug - you are totally a dancer down deep!! You still hate dancing?
Does this make it hard to read?? Just curious!!
Interesting that you said you were being "jaded"!!
Dude, you should be boasting! Sounds awesome...
No, Matt (rice?) and I didn't go out.
You asked me who my friend was "really" and then told me you don't think I am a liar in the same sentence - very convincing! Member when Abe use to call you Alyssa Pissa - Member when you tried to push me into the creek but I grabbed the rope and then swung back grabbed you with my legs, dropped you in the creek and swung back to shore. Then you tackled me and crushed my head against a rock - I think you thought you killed me.
I think you did - good memory though.
That is interesting...just read the Jade part--I want to hear it!
It's not that I don't WANT to dance, I'm afRAID.
Really, this interruption thing works great with the ADD as long as I am not trying to make sure 3 people have things to do and answer phones and help customers at the same time...
Isn't Jade the color you get when you mix blue with green (I hope so otherwise that totally doesn't make sense) - that was kinda the artistic twist, plus it's a cool name for a girl, even if she is only a thought.
I share your fear - plus six five guys from Windowm, MN dancing that don't really know how to dance kinda look retarded
Isn't sage a great name for a college dudes dog??
I did NOT date Matt Rice. Becky told me he was sort of interested but I was distracted by someone who was not trying to drink away an ex-girlfriend.
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