Thursday, April 28, 2011

My Life Photo Essay (Swapbot)

1. The Outside of My House
I live in Harlingen, TX. That's about 30 minutes north of Brownsville/Mexico

2. Where I Do My Craft Stuff
I have my craft table set up upstairs in the game room. No, it is generally not that neat. Actually it is never that neat.

3. Where I Do My Grocery Shopping
Sorry, some of these are cell phone pictures. I actually do most of my grocery shopping at HEB or Super Walmart but being a vegetarian, this is the store I like the most. :)

4. How I Get Around
I have a '99 Hyundai Sonata. It's name is Jacob. It's the dirtier one on the right. :) It is slowly falling apart. It's the only car I've ever owned.

5. Favorite Place to Eat
Don't laugh, but it's true. I love coffee and I love their wraps.

6. My Mailbox
It has been depressingly empty lately.

7. Your Place of Worship
Yes, its a crappy cell phone out of a car window picture. I completely forgot about this one. We have a pretty fountain. :)

8. My Kitchen
Complete with my sister and brother cooking.

9. Favorite Place to Shop
We don't have many choices in town. :)

10. Picture From My Last Vacation
We went up to San Antonio for a week. This was from a wax museum. I'm on the left, my sister Jenna is on the right...and that's supposed to be Johnny Depp

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

So I have decided to do away with the schedule because I'm not going to be posting here every single day so I don't want to be restricted to something depending on the day I do post. The sad truth is I'm back on mood stabilizers which have the annoying side effect of zapping away all your creativity....and that my friends is why the world's most creative people are crazy.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Hello Kitty (Swapbot Saturday)

So I don't really have any swapbot swaps running at the moment. I had to cut back but here is a little something from a Craftster Matchbox Swap I finished today.

And Blogger pictures are being dumbasses again.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Easter (Photo Friday)

Honey, there are spoons for a reason...

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Resonance (Poetry Thursday)

Each clang of the bell
Echoes in my lonely soul
I'll become a nun

Haiku Heights #39 - Resonance

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

NaPoWriMo (Wilcard Wednesday)

Prompt: Conversation is grist for the poetry mill: overheard conversation especially. Today’s challenge is to write a poem inspired by something you’ve overheard.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"What do you want me to do about this? Grill you every time and make sure you tell me everything?"

Cryptic conversation 
I can't remember my lines
I guess
You could say that, more or less
Can't Say
I'm feeling

Does it matter

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Time (and) Travel (ATC Tuesday)

So, I've been a little busier than usual lately, which is a good thing because I'm making money. ;)

But here is my ATC for Take-A-Word theme's Travel

I also missed Swap-bot Saturday so I have this to show off. I did not make this piece, it was the matchbox shrine I received for the swap in which I made this one. I am sharing it today in remembrance of Elisabeth Sladen who died this morning at the age of 63 due to cancer. I am so sad. Ms. Sladen was a wonderful actress with a beautiful smile and heart.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Design (Sunday Scribblings)

So I watching Mother Angelica yesterday. No, I'm not Catholic. It's a pretty long complicated story behind it but to safe space...I was watching Mother Angelica yesterday. She said that it was inconceivable to her how a person can say, "I don't have a soul. There is no heaven or hell." She said the ability of a person to say he or she has a soul is proof positive that there is one. Human Beings being created in the image of God, therefore have the ability to think, create and such as opposed to animals who don't. I'm paraphrasing here. Although I'm not sure if I agree with the Mother's evidence and reasoning, it sent me off on a trail of thought.

Growing up in a conservative Christian background it was a phrase you heard quite often, "created in God's image." I even worked in a program named that. You are created by God, you are part of God's plan, part of his grand design and He has a purpose for you in his divine plan. It made you feel special, like you were a chosen person and although it can be argued that is true it did not seem to extend outside of our Christian circle. God didn't seem to be required to have a plan for the Buddhist or the Atheist although if pushed any person would have to admit God created them as well.

There was a song we used to sing in Sunday School. I've been thinking a lot lately about all those old songs. They don't seem to sing them much anymore. I don't remember all the words to this particular one but it went something like...

He's still working on me
To make me what I hope to be
It took Him just the week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
But He's still working on me
To make me what He wants me to be

Now besides the fact that this song seems to imply that God cannot fix humanity quickly...I don't know, it always rubbed me the wrong way. Why didn't God just make me the way He intended me to be from the getco? I could go off onto a spiel about free will, etc. but I will leave that for another time because where is my free will if He already has a "grand design" for humanity. 

But God, if you are up there and you designed me for a purpose I have many qualms with how that has played out so far because from this vantage point my purpose seems mostly to keep trucking as best I can while you and everyone else tries to beat me down again and again. To be blunt, you seem to have a crappy design scheme, I mean look at this world. Yes, yes, I know, free will. Free will is the answer for everything. No actually it's not. If someone GAVE you free will, is it really your will? If someone is ALLOWING you to choose for yourself are you really the one making the choice? It's like Big Brother herding you into a trap. But once again I'm digressing.

I don't think I could do much better as the Goddess of the world. Especially since I can't even seem to form this post. I can't recall the points I was going to make. Geez God, my brain design is extremely faulty at times....sigh.

Friday, April 15, 2011

1. For me, it was a surprising day.

2. Today I sat in the parking lot while my mom shopped at my local supermarket.

3. Behind the sound of the wind in the trees, I heard the call of wanderlust.

4. Traveling is something I always wanted to do.

5. When it was over, I want to say I gave it my all.

6. I don't like to lie but I never felt alone.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to sleep, tomorrow my plans include going to the bookstore and Sunday, I want to do something profitable!

So I accidentally used my only photo prompt on Wednesday so this Friday you get FridayFillins with a pretty photo. :)

Thursday, April 14, 2011


Writing all these NaPoWriMo poems have taken all my inspiration and left me with only this to offer for OSI. I'm not very happy with it, it's basic and very amateurish.

I hold your head and let you weep
I hate to see you cry
I rub your back until you sleep
Then draw a breath and sigh
Why is life so unfair?
Why does it require tears?
You have much more than you can bare
It requires so many fears
I hold you close and gently rock
Your troubles far away
Then there's the sound of the alarm clock
And it's the start of another day
To calm you down is my fate;
A favor you won't reciprocate

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Fruity (Wildcard Wednesday)

Here's some luscious pomegranate for you and Moody Monday

Moody Monday - Fruity

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Lace (ATCs Tuesday)

I must be on a passport kick or maybe it's my wanderlust. I'm making a passport for a Craftster swap as well. Well I have plane tickets to go back home to NJ next month, maybe that's it!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Animals (Minute Monday)

If a certain animal species is secretly smarter than humans, what species is it? And what do you think they are thinking when they look at us? 

If there is an animal species smarter than us it would definitely be cats. perhaps that is why I hate cats so much. They give you this evil eye like you know they are watching you and slyly planning something devious. It's that silent way of theirs of sneaking around all the time.

One Minute Writer

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Befuddled (Sunday Scribblings)

  • Why do I have to request a printed transcript online?
  • Why did my medical history questionnaire ask if there was a family history of pregnancy?
  • Why do I have hundreds of tv channels but not the three that I want?
  • Why is red the color of love AND of danger?
  • Why is New Jersey "The Garden State" AND "The Armpit of the Universe"?
  • Why does my library have Nazi propaganda from the 30s but not the newest novels?
  • Why does my elementary school music teacher keep trying to friend me on facebook?
  • How do you cite information you have learned in the past and do not know where? What's the point of learning it if I have to look up a book that mentions it every time I write a paper so I can cite it? Why can't I just cite my brain?
  • Why does it take 2 stamps for Canada but three for everywhere else from Mexico to Thailand?
  • Why are numbers considered stronger passwords? With letters I have any word in a hundred different languages...with numbers people are going to tend to pick their phone number, birthdate or anniversary.
  • Why do people talk louder when talking to people who don't understand their language?
  • How do people justify killing people to show killing babies is wrong?
  • How are you NOT supposed to get attached to a therapist if he or she is the only person you can talk to?
  • Why don't they base the extra car rental fee on accident history rather than my age? You'd think with technology they could figure out some way to do that.
  • Why is the rum always gone?
  • How can someone who was your closest friend and companion for ten years leave you with no explanation overnight?
  • What happened to the comeback of the movie musical?
  • Why is Drexel's deadline so late?
  • Why don't I feel Twitter appealing?
  • How come people who say they are so poor own a nice car, smart phone, macbook, blueray player and all other manner of technology when I am still working on a 6 year old laptop missing half its keys?
  • Why wasn't the MFAA ever mentioned in any of my World War II classes?
  • Why aren't there Dunkin Donuts in South Texas if America runs on Texas? Are we considered Mexico?
  • If heaven is so wonderful why is suicide a sin?
And so many, many more questions have me befuddled

Sunday Scribblings #262 - Befuddled

Saturday, April 9, 2011

We're Off To See The Wizard! (Swap-bot Saturday)

So, unfortunately I think my swap-bot participation is going to almost cease this coming month. I have booked a trip back home to Philly and am saving every last penny...Why is traveling so expensive?

But I still have some to finish up! This is for the Wizard of Oz Matchbox Swap.
 I filled mine with things from the Emerald City. :)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Hot (Photo Friday)

The South Texas Sun fries almost everything...including my brain at times.

Moody Monday - Hot

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Epidemic (Poetry Thursday)

NaPoWriMo Prompt: Today’s prompt is one of musical ekphrasis. Ekphrastic poetry comments upon or is inspired by another work of art in a different medium. Most people think of it as a poem inspired by a painting or a sculpture. But it could also be music! These are just suggestions; you could choose any song or other piece of art you like.

I actually wrote a poem inspired by a song earlier today but now I cannot find the scrap of paper I wrote it one, so here is a different approach. This poem was written to include both this prompt and the One Single Impression Prompt - Epidemic . This poem therefore is based on the last chapter of Christy by Catherine Marshall, one of my favorite books. At the end of the book, Christy is dying of typhoid after an epidemic breaks out. She has a vision of heaven but is brought back by the voice of her beloved. It's a beautiful chapter, though somewhat more sentimental and saccharine than I usually enjoy. Writing this poem though I thought of how it could apply in this day and age though as living your religion for someone you love...Would you sell your soul for a man?

The brilliance of heaven
The brilliance of a man
Pitted against each other,
Which one will stand?

The love of heaven
The love of a man
Though each one asks
Who will receive my hand?

It is getting harder to explain
As the disease goes to my brain

The joy of heaven
The joy of a man
Which will fulfill me?
Which do I demand?

The peace of heaven
The peace of a man
Time is running short
I must take my stand

And still the fever rages
These are the final pages

Heaven let me go
I have so much more to see
Let me stay with the man
Who has his hand upon my knee

Heaven let me go
I’ll return again one day
Let me stay with the man
You have heard pray

Heal me of this fever
Hear my polemic
Instead I’ll be a victim
Of the cacoethes epidemic

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Memories of Puppets and Trees (Wildcard Wednesday)

Puppet, dance with me
Pretend that we have no strings
But free will to move

Haiku Heights #37 - Puppet

There was a tree
With my initials carved in
Now a thousand miles away
If it still stands
Sometimes I think someone cut it down
Or it has rotted away
Because I wouldn't feel like this
If a testament that I was loved still stood today

Poetry Potluck - Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Umbrella (ATC Tuesday)

I love umbrellas. One of the "categories" of ATCs I like to collect is "Girls with Umbrellas." I have some amazing cards that fall under that topic. Bathing umbrellas, sun umbrellas, rain umbrellas, bridal showers and they are all so lovely.
 Here's my addition.

Take A Word #23  - Umbrella

Monday, April 4, 2011

Problem (Minute Monday)

Prompt: Write about a problem you recently solved.

I have sat here and tried to think of something. It is pathetic. The only thing that comes to mind is that I didn't know what to do with my long hair. I didn't like it up. It was too hot down. Solution: I cut it all off. I wish I could solve bigger problems. There are so many others in my life.

Minute Monday

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt was very hard. It called for a one-word poem. Or at least I thought it was today's. Everyone seems to be doing their own thing since it is day 4 and five prompts have been posted and you aren't required to write the prompt anyway. Well word poem. Example: r)))))bs
Mine? I'm lost. I have two....but the first I can only make work with a more than one word title. :)
You are allowed to combine words, so I figured I could make something work with a string of compound words....

Shortest Biography on Mao



I don't know. I'm not impressed with myself.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


So, there was so much more poetry prompts that I wanted to write then there was room here so I decided to make one just for poetry. Especially because I just came across NaPoWriMo's poetry month and just had to participate. I'm a little late but I've already caught up and will be posting the poems sometime today. :)

So for those interested... Marvelments .

There maybe some overlap from time to time but still I think its a more organized way.

A Messenger (Sunday Scribblings)

     This prompt, in and of itself, is a messenger because it has arrived to tell me I should share about my messenger from last night. Is that coincidence, God, fate or supernatural? I don't know but it is still amazing when you ponder it.
     So I applied to UT Austin for graduate school and was not accepted. I have an application in for Simmons University in Boston and tomorrow I'm going to work on my application for Drexel in Philadelphia. Boston would be so great to explore and Philly is home so I'm not too upset about missing out on Austin but I am terrified that neither of these will work out either.
      So last night, in the midst of my worries, I'm wandering my room looking for something to keep me occupied. My mind was thinking of what to say at my Simmon's interview and then went onto a sidetrack thinking of all the amazing classes I've taken and the interesting discussions I was a part of in college. I am scared that I'm wasting time trying to get back something that is gone, that perhaps graduate school isn't meant for me although it's what I want. I'm just so impatient. I know that I might get rejected from Simmon's for the simple reason that I am a late applicant and they might very well accept me for the Spring semester instead but I don't want that. I want to get out of this town now.
      I'm thinking all this and million more thoughts while absentmindedly perusing my bookshelf. I have so many books. For some reason I thought of Ruyard Kipling's poem, "If" that I memorized in sixth grade. I pulled it out and was amused to find that I can still recite it 10 years or so later. From there I decided I was in the mood to read some poetry and started to see what books I had.
      Whitman, too taxing for the moment. Hughes, well I've read that a lot. Dickinson, nah. Shakespeare, no. Lowell, no I've had too much about history lately. Then I found a book of selected poems by Christina Rossetti. I remember we had read a few works by her in a Victorian Literature class and I had been drawn to her because I related to her inner conflict between depression and yet feeling that as a Christian she should have joy. She went back and forth between what she felt were her religious duties and her own desires. A friend had bought me a book of her work for Christmas that year but for some reason I never got around to it. Perfect time to start then.
      When I opened the book, this was the first poem,

A Pause Of Thought

by Christina Rossetti

 I looked for that which is not, nor can be,
And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth
But years must pass before a hope of youth
Is resigned utterly.

I watched and waited with a steadfast will:
And though the object seemed to flee away
That I so longed for, ever day by day
I watched and waited still.

Sometimes I said: This thing shall be no more;
My expectation wearies and shall cease;
I will resign it now and be at peace:
Yet never gave it o'er.

Sometimes I said: It is an empty name
I long for; to a name why should I give
The peace of all the days I have to live? --
Yet gave it all the same.

Alas, thou foolish one! alike unfit
For healthy joy and salutary pain:
Thou knowest the chase useless, and again
Turnest to follow it.

      Ok, perhaps it doesn't have the most encouraging conclusion but still I spoke to me. A message from a woman who has been dead over a hundred years, reaching across to let me know that I'm not the only one. Millions of people have been in the same place I am and have survived. It is not uncommon to feel that I'm chasing after castles in the sky but it doesn't mean that I won't reach them someday. Although I don't agree with everything Rossetti chose in life, I can still relate to so many of her inner conflicts that we are lucky enough to have record of through her poetry.

Sunday Scribblings #261 - Messenger

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Doctor Who and Matchboxes (Swap-bot Saturday)

Well two week ago I had a Doctor Who Matchbox. This week however, the two are separate. I have something Doctor Who and a then also a matchbox.

First up are my cards for the Mine and Yours: Dr. Who ATC Swap. I signed up for this swap the day it was created and have been waiting ever so (not) patiently to find out what Doctors I'd be doing. Well my partner's favorite Doctor was the 10th (David Tennant) who is one of my favorites as well so for mine I went with the 4th (Tom Baker). I am not good at drawing faces, at all and I didn't really want to cut out their faces either so I decided to use their most recognizable props instead.

And then I have a Matchbox for Sender's Choice Matchbox Swap. I have lot of that polka dot paper left over from my ArtHouse Book, it's going to be popping up in stuff for ages.

A swap I'm hosting, Your Life Photo Essay , just had it's partners assigned so I'm excited to start! I'm going to try to have it done this week so I can post it next Saturday. I can't wait to see what the rest of the gals do. :)

Friday, April 1, 2011

Blossoming (PhotoFriday)

Moody Monday - Blossoming