When it's rainy out and my Sciatica is kicking my ass and I have piles of laundry to do and I'm out of detergent and I have ambition to do so many art projects and I miss my husband and I wish I had a baby and I have an empty fridge....
I listen to this song...
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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
LIve Out Loud....
So the inspiration to the title of my blog... The saying that has become my motto...
Live Out Loud
i have had the pleasure of knowing
a girl named Julie,
a girl who grew up to embrace
nomadic travels,
exploration,
and inquisitive quests for more
Where along the way she
scooped up love and joy,
and a boy named Andres.
I know a girl who as a child
lived in bouncing curls of red,
in shades of pink lipstick (mupscup),
striped ski caps,
and cowboy boots
3 sizes too big.
A girl who’s toddler love
was not a brown teddy bear
but a yellow giraffe,
with orange spots
and a name
that ironically identified herself
and his name was Sassy.
This was a girl who heard the inspirations of
imaginary friends,
followed them,
walked to the percussion
of imagination, fantasy,
and taught us
to LIVE OUT LOUD.
To Julie and Andres,
who both live out loud,
in color, in brazen
hues of laughter,
passion,
invention,
and with a love
we all crave,
who scooped each other up
in the warmth of Florida
and carried each other
to this autumn day
of sunbursts, oranges,
and the red we bask in today.
* written by Christine Kiefer. My sister. My Maid of Honor on my wedding day. My best friend.
Live Out Loud
i have had the pleasure of knowing
a girl named Julie,
a girl who grew up to embrace
nomadic travels,
exploration,
and inquisitive quests for more
Where along the way she
scooped up love and joy,
and a boy named Andres.
I know a girl who as a child
lived in bouncing curls of red,
in shades of pink lipstick (mupscup),
striped ski caps,
and cowboy boots
3 sizes too big.
A girl who’s toddler love
was not a brown teddy bear
but a yellow giraffe,
with orange spots
and a name
that ironically identified herself
and his name was Sassy.
This was a girl who heard the inspirations of
imaginary friends,
followed them,
walked to the percussion
of imagination, fantasy,
and taught us
to LIVE OUT LOUD.
To Julie and Andres,
who both live out loud,
in color, in brazen
hues of laughter,
passion,
invention,
and with a love
we all crave,
who scooped each other up
in the warmth of Florida
and carried each other
to this autumn day
of sunbursts, oranges,
and the red we bask in today.
* written by Christine Kiefer. My sister. My Maid of Honor on my wedding day. My best friend.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Dj Drace is at it again!
Andres had another gig. A pretty big one.
The crowd was slim at first. But the kids finally started to show face. But what matters most to Andres is his friends. And having them at his gigs is rediculously important to him.
We Love Myers!
Clearly the coolest couple on the block!
Andres loves when pretty ladies come to see him DJ.
My little rock star! He's amazing behind that table. He goes nuts. I wish I had a better camera. I could capture better action shots. Like him doing his infamous kick in the air. Amazing!
Drace + Franki Chan
Stay tuned for more. Next week at Flamingo Bowl. Hopefully more and more and more.
I can't tell you how proud of him I am. My little superstar!
The crowd was slim at first. But the kids finally started to show face. But what matters most to Andres is his friends. And having them at his gigs is rediculously important to him.
We Love Myers!
Clearly the coolest couple on the block!
Andres loves when pretty ladies come to see him DJ.
My little rock star! He's amazing behind that table. He goes nuts. I wish I had a better camera. I could capture better action shots. Like him doing his infamous kick in the air. Amazing!
Drace + Franki Chan
Stay tuned for more. Next week at Flamingo Bowl. Hopefully more and more and more.
I can't tell you how proud of him I am. My little superstar!
The Walk
Yesterday, I did a wedding party of 4. One bride. 2 bridesmaids. 1 mother. It was a lovely day. Started out raining. Then the sky cleared and the sun was shining. The bride kept saying, "I can't believe I'm getting married today." It was gorgeous. The glee in her eyes. The excitement in her energy.
Reminded me of my wedding day. I couldn't wait to get to that corner of the church where I began my walk to my man. All I wanted was to run to him. But my dad was at my side. I wanted to go quite slow.
When I finally got to his side, I felt for the first time in my life that "everything will be alright." And as much as we may bicker from time to time. I still believe that.
But he still drives me crazy. Perhaps that's just what love is.
Reminded me of my wedding day. I couldn't wait to get to that corner of the church where I began my walk to my man. All I wanted was to run to him. But my dad was at my side. I wanted to go quite slow.
When I finally got to his side, I felt for the first time in my life that "everything will be alright." And as much as we may bicker from time to time. I still believe that.
But he still drives me crazy. Perhaps that's just what love is.
I, Julie, give You, Medicine the Control
It's Sunday. My only day "off". And I hate it. Andres is at work. Usually it's kinda nice because I can focus on what needs to be done, i.e. laundry, cleaning the kitchen, bathroom etc. But today, all is clean. First time in a while. My to do list consists of fun things. Things I WANT to do, not NEED to do. But my dizzy head is just holding me back way too far. And all I want is my hubby to be here to hold me when it hurts.
I want to set up my new sewing machine and just go to town on some projects. I want to finish Lana's wedding present (she got married LAST April!) I want to work on the Mothers day presents for the mothers in my family. But all I can have any energy to do is type till my fingers hurt.
This will hopefully end. The lack of energy. The painful days and nights. The dizzy head. The upset stomach.
I was recently diagnosed with Fibromyalgia I've been dealing with some excruciating pains for about 6 months now. The last month it has gotten significantly worse. It hurt just to get out of bed. Once I finally got comfortable on the couch watching Law and Order SVU (which I watch on a daily basis), I had to ask Andres to fill my cup of water. It hurt just to shift to another position. I felt like my body was broken. I couldn't look in the mirror at my bare body because all I saw was a shattered skeleton. In my bead, I felt like if someone would push me into a wall, I would just shatter to a million pieces. So, I finally saw a doctor. I poured my hear out to him. Telling him what happened last April. Explaining the god-awful pain. And without hesitation he told me he thinks it's Fibromyalgia
So for the first time in over 10 years, I am on a prescription medicine. Needless to say, I'm freaking out. I wish I could say what prompted me to stay away from doctors and medicine for so long. Other than my obsessive control of my body. I hate being out of control of my body. I hate being sick. I hate being drunk. I hate being high. I just want to be natural. So when a tiny little pill in my system makes my head dizzier than it's ever been, I kinda freak out. But in the words of my mother in law, "Julie, you just have to let the medicine do it's job. You can not let this go. You have to be healthy if you want to have a baby." I cried when she said those words. She's absolutely right. I can't let my body just disintegrate, like it so feels like it's doing. I won't let it happen. I will give up control. I will let this medicine do what it's supposed to do. Gosh Darnint.
Here goes....
I want to set up my new sewing machine and just go to town on some projects. I want to finish Lana's wedding present (she got married LAST April!) I want to work on the Mothers day presents for the mothers in my family. But all I can have any energy to do is type till my fingers hurt.
This will hopefully end. The lack of energy. The painful days and nights. The dizzy head. The upset stomach.
I was recently diagnosed with Fibromyalgia I've been dealing with some excruciating pains for about 6 months now. The last month it has gotten significantly worse. It hurt just to get out of bed. Once I finally got comfortable on the couch watching Law and Order SVU (which I watch on a daily basis), I had to ask Andres to fill my cup of water. It hurt just to shift to another position. I felt like my body was broken. I couldn't look in the mirror at my bare body because all I saw was a shattered skeleton. In my bead, I felt like if someone would push me into a wall, I would just shatter to a million pieces. So, I finally saw a doctor. I poured my hear out to him. Telling him what happened last April. Explaining the god-awful pain. And without hesitation he told me he thinks it's Fibromyalgia
So for the first time in over 10 years, I am on a prescription medicine. Needless to say, I'm freaking out. I wish I could say what prompted me to stay away from doctors and medicine for so long. Other than my obsessive control of my body. I hate being out of control of my body. I hate being sick. I hate being drunk. I hate being high. I just want to be natural. So when a tiny little pill in my system makes my head dizzier than it's ever been, I kinda freak out. But in the words of my mother in law, "Julie, you just have to let the medicine do it's job. You can not let this go. You have to be healthy if you want to have a baby." I cried when she said those words. She's absolutely right. I can't let my body just disintegrate, like it so feels like it's doing. I won't let it happen. I will give up control. I will let this medicine do what it's supposed to do. Gosh Darnint.
Here goes....
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