tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84304472024-03-23T14:28:22.871-04:00Driving Fastdeahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-15145570714844944312010-05-24T16:10:00.003-04:002010-05-24T23:20:10.697-04:00The Meaning of The End: What Lost Tells You About YourselfLost. Within our own lives, we all have been. We want what we don’t have, we yearn for the truth but are untrue to ourselves, we love people who hurt us and hurt people who love us. We struggle to break free from the molds of our parents. The assumptions we make about ourselves deceive us. We are very, very alone.
If you were disappointed with “The End,” perhaps you are deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-69410549738983597032009-11-21T12:26:00.001-05:002009-11-21T12:29:44.205-05:00TurkeyTime to get up away from the computer and start my thanksgiving prep...potluck dinner tomorrow with tons of friends. I've made thanksgiving turkeys for years, so I'm definitely confident in that category! My problem is getting as many things done ahead of time as possible (i.e., today) so I can enjoy tomorrow without being a stressed out woman in front of the oven all day. A couple deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-87397874255183717942009-11-18T07:17:00.000-05:002009-11-18T07:17:51.495-05:00A.M.I really enjoy this silence, in the morning. No Phish reference intended, but it's there anyway. ;-) One of us already out to work, the rest of the house asleep, it seems like the rest of the neighborhood may be sleeping in as well. I hear everything, even when there is noise, but when there is silence there is so much more.deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-77477209581983717062009-11-11T09:28:00.000-05:002009-11-11T09:28:46.589-05:00File Under SciFi/Comedy/DramaI am watching an insane number of TV shows right now. It's no wonder I haven't had any time to read books (it's no wonder most of America probably doesn't, either). I can barely list them all but I feel the need to try...Parks & Recreation, Community, Hung, V, Defying Gravity, My Name is Earl, Entourage, Accidentally on Purpose, Californication, Fringe, Modern Family, Cougar Town,deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-75025359682741696392008-06-02T11:07:00.001-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00Updates(**NOTE, 10/29/09**: This post, and all posts between 9/18/07-6/2/08, were part of a separate blog I started when I thought I'd grown tired of this one. But now I see the point of leaving it all in the same place. ;-) As you were...)I think I've gotten out of the blogging thing for a number of reasons, including the fact that I'm busy and happy and seem to be finding other things to fill up my deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-18240302629944746222007-10-18T08:53:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00Middle School Makes Birth Control Available to StudentsBirth control pills and other methods of contraception are going to be made available to 6th through 8th graders in Maine. While parents initially have to sign a consent form to allow their child to see the school doctors or nurse practitioner, the treatment they receive is confidential under state law. Students do not have to disclose to their parents what treatment they choose to receive. (deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-44206788556240689062007-10-02T14:29:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00"I didn't think things like this existed anymore."I'm feeling restless, which I know is autumn, and yet at the same time it's a restlessness for wanting to stay still, not move around too much. It's...hibernation. Winter. But first it's fall, and this weekend was the best of it! :)Chuck's Harvest Festival was more or less what I thought it would be...that is to say, more than I'd had in the past and less than I'd expected, but in a very good deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-77354803566849817052007-09-19T12:03:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00Chicken...and in the Healthy Eating category...or at least the trying-to-cook-healthy-food-from-scratch category, here's my chicken creation from a few nights ago, which made great leftovers for work-lunches. I always go overboard on olive oil and never use enough salt, but at least I call them by their names and not my own silly abbreviations (ahem, miss Ray, just chill with your A.D.D.-style cuisine.deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-21725386721577542082007-09-19T10:22:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00InsomniaSo I've been having trouble falling asleep (and staying asleep) for the past week and a half, and it's been getting annoying. I lie down and no matter how tired I am, my mind is racing. Everyone says I must be stressed, and maybe so, but a lot of the things that had been stressing me out have passed. Still, I have to say that it's been funny, all the thoughts that pass through my head as I'm deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-43656797498791680142007-09-18T16:01:00.000-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.385-04:00Quotes and Special DaysI was looking for an appropriate quote or saying to add to the sidebar. I had one of my old poems there but I really want something new. I haven't decided yet, but I found these and love many of them...especially the one about washing the dishes. ;) (If you have a favorite, let me know...I read them all and now I just can't decide.)Another big part of my life that changed very recently was deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-24120762428840502192007-09-18T15:37:00.001-04:002009-10-29T10:03:45.386-04:00Introduction(**NOTE, 10/29/09**: This post, and all posts between 9/18/07-6/2/08, were part of a separate blog I started when I thought I'd grown tired of this one. But now I see the point of leaving it all in the same place. ;-) As you were...)I'm not usually one to describe things in my life as "blessed", but I feel that way more and more these days. Doing so denotes a belief in deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-50797144843432840402007-03-21T10:33:00.000-04:002007-03-21T10:35:15.388-04:00Not much time to write...Note to self:Myspace sucks more and more, and makes me miss this blog, and REAL writing. Thanks, Laura. ;)deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1158073956271844462006-09-12T11:06:00.000-04:002006-09-12T11:12:51.323-04:00Personal AdsThis is a repost (and edit) of a post I wrote at least a year ago. For those of you who didn't get here from myspace, I'm looking into doing some writing on the adoption topic for Adoption Media LLC. They are looking for contract writers for short (500 word) articles on various aspects of adoption. They want writing examples, and although this is long I think it is a good overview of my story deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1150979434027807322006-06-22T08:29:00.000-04:002006-06-22T08:30:34.030-04:00Secrets and Lies(original post 6/20/06)It's funny, the way you think your year will go in January, and how different it looks behind you in June.I started to prepare and convince myself of a number of things, six months ago. The biggest one being that I would no longer be married, and that I would probably move out of State College, hopefully out of Pennsylvania in general. I was sure I'd also finally learn to deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1150979360428371502006-06-22T08:28:00.000-04:002006-06-22T08:29:20.443-04:00Planetary Pranksters and Stuff That Sucks, or Divine Intervention and Staying Honest(original post 6/15/06)So what if I read my horoscope all the time?! So what if it's always right?! This week needs to goddamn end. :) This post needs to be amusing and easgoing instead of pissed off and stressed....usually writing makes me feel better, so that's the goal.Just a small recount of the shit that's happened to me this week that has put me in such an irritated mood...even though I'm deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1150309023544270872006-06-14T14:13:00.000-04:002006-06-14T14:17:03.620-04:00ah, blog. i'm sorry i'm neglecting you for myspace again. perhaps if i revamped you to include the fun stuff like music, slideshows, and pictures of my friends, i wouldn't spend so much time there. but it's kind of telling....when i'm there, i'm obviously being irresponsible, reckless, youthful and toying with sin. :) when i'm here, i'm being introspective, serious, responsible and taking stockdeahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1145404827852966042006-04-18T19:46:00.000-04:002006-04-18T20:05:47.660-04:00Post with no direction. :)Road trip for work, to Maryland. Saw TWO Bald Eagles on the drive. Beautiful...I mean, really beautiful. They were absolutely amazing to see, flying over the rivers, on a gorgeous, crystal clear spring day. There wasn't a second of our drive down or back that I wasn't just staring out the windows with my jaw dropped. Everything went from brown and gray, to pink and yellow and minty green anddeahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144948429379496282006-04-13T12:47:00.000-04:002006-04-13T13:14:55.616-04:00The ObservationistAcross the street from my office is a large open field. I think they plant soybeans or something there, I'm not sure. For the past few months, though, it's been home to a few seemingly content groundhogs, whose presence has as little bearing on our work as ours has on theirs. I've watched them venture across this plot, popping up out of the various holes they've cleared for themselves. I've deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144769880293880042006-04-11T11:34:00.000-04:002006-04-11T11:38:00.306-04:00OnwardTell me I am not selfish. Tell me how to balance the amount of time I need to spend alone, on myself, on my goals, doing the things I need to do to feel fulfilled...tell me how to balance these things. I am alone...newly, expectedly, and gratifyingly (although somewhat unofficially) single, and now the only struggles are within myself.It seems as though most people equate “single” with “deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144256166415699362006-04-05T12:34:00.000-04:002006-04-05T12:56:06.503-04:00(untitled)This weather, like my moods -Spring winter spring, Sun snow sun,Breeze wind breeze.Love sadness love,Weathervanes spinning like tops,Cycles in the season,Cycles in days.deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144214288662786472006-04-04T23:57:00.000-04:002006-04-05T01:18:08.753-04:00No Caffeine and Still AwakeOk, so the journal typing is slow-going. I came home from work late (stayed late to make up for the THREE HOURS I was home over lunch waiting for the cable modem dude), and I'm not quite sure what I did with the next three hours. Cooked, tried to take some pics of me and my cat, rearranged some furniture, still more of that to do...have I mentioned I own a lot of CRAP?! Ugh.I need a good old deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1144116949747684042006-04-03T22:13:00.000-04:002006-04-03T22:15:49.760-04:00That Damn LaneDespite the fact that I have a million things going on in my life right now, I've been feeling like I need to commit to some sort of lengthy creative project. I've been having problems focusing on any one thing, maybe because I have too much on my plate...but I feel like I need to pick a direction, and fast. Every day, I'm thinking about moving, or not moving, or getting a second job (well, deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1143646801891281282006-03-29T09:10:00.000-05:002006-03-29T10:40:01.966-05:00Completely RandomSooner or later I’m going to get hit by a car, or bitten, or cited for trespassing...all because of my gut reaction to random pets scampering about on the sides of highways (or in my yard). In the past two years, I have rescued four stray dogs, three feral cats (all now spayed or placed in homes), attempted to rescue about two or three more dogs which had the speed or agility to evade me, and deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1143599311292169752006-03-28T21:10:00.000-05:002006-03-28T21:28:31.370-05:00Ton of Feathers, Ton of BricksLOL.I mean, I really hate saying that. Typing it. Whatever. But LOL.I sure have written a shit-ton of fucking-wah lately, huh? I am all for cathartic honesty, though, even if it is in riddles...so I won't make excuses or apologize. Because it will probably happen again. ;) But in the meantime, there is also this:You know how "they" say there are different stages of your emotional reaction deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430447.post-1143149778791363452006-03-23T10:43:00.000-05:002006-03-23T16:36:18.866-05:00Catharsis, and a Carte Blanche LifeWhen the marks of days take turns towards letting go, these frantic tides of where to lay my head and restlessness, I think the changes (and who’s changing) come in droves...and not to worry through those open doors, and leave yourself settling for less than you deserve, is the key to a choice less hasty and more permanent.It’s natural that the choices we make lead us to our situations, where deahsellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09623250917067251498noreply@blogger.com0