boston terrier

I don't want to hear any more stories about how hyper, or skiddish, this cute puppy can be, because frankly - I am no longer listening. My mind is made up. The classifieds have been circled, calls have been made, now I just have to pick one out.

boston terrier Originally uploaded by luckilu.

American Idol Tryouts

If I ever tried out for American Idol I would sing a song from Patty Griffin's 100 Kisses Album. I always said that if I could figure out a good song to sing I would try out. Now I know that's not really true. Now I have a good song, yet that still doesn't make me want to try out. You may say, that's a waste of a good song - that may be true.

I would like to try out, make it to Hollywood, and then get kicked off for some stupid reason. The fans would be in an upheaval and next thing I'd know, I'd be making my own CD before that season of American Idol is even over. I'd have one really big hit and after that I would retire, playing only independent music and shows. Then I would use my fame to promote Luckilu, Jared would be able to get his BMW with IPod port built into the dash (and remotes on the steering wheel) and I would get a Lexus SUV with the light pink champagne paint job.

We'd build a small house in several different cities, breed bulldogs, and live happily ever after.

Now, if that would just happen, I'd try out for American Idol.

Me

I'm learning how to treat my husband, how to love him, how to help him, and how to honor him. I want to be better at it than I am. I am still selfish when it comes to my desires and wants. I have not yet learned compromise or selfsacrifice.

This weekend I learned a lot about myself, things I don't really like, and things that I needed to see. It's hard to go through this process of realizing I'm not always right. I pray that I have more knowledge now, of myself and my actions, to learn how to conquer these problems. I want to be a better wife.

Tangled Web of Yarn

Filling out kitty adoption papers this morning in hopes to add a new family member this weekend. Here are a few questions I had to, well, lie about. It's for the good of the cat.

4. Does everyone in your household want and love cats? Absolutely. In actuality, Jared isn't too crazy about the idea.

6. Does anyone in your household have allergies? Not that I am aware of. Do swollen eyes, itchy nose, and headaches when playing with cats fit this description?

9. Under what circumstances would you consider giving up this cat?
a. Under No Circumstances
b. Moving
c. Pregnancy
d. Kids Grown
e. Allergies
f. Relationship Problems (Human)
g. Heath Problems (Cat)
h. Other

10. Would you object to a Cat Haven representative visiting your home? Perfectly fine. Why the heck would you visit my home? I'm not a psycho.

20. What do you consider unacceptable behavior for your cat? Cats can be trained to behave, with a little time and patience. Clawing my eyes out, clawing the drapes, destroying my possessions, treating the ficus as a little box, etc. etc.

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Hmm, this isn't a good sign.

Confessions, part I

I am itching to get home and grab my sketchbook. I have so many ideas that are being stirred inside and I have to get them out on paper. I'm struggling with learning how to make a transition between who I have been and what I want to be. None knows me as an artist, especially since my husband exudes his creativity, but I think it's time I own up to who I really am. A confession...

When I was younger I loved to draw. I mostly sketched, had buckets of crayola markers, and could spend hours doodling on a big sheet of paper. I never took it seriously.

I will never forget the day I did a doodle for Jared. It was about a year ago, at our friend's home in Divide, Colorado. I can't remember what he was doing but I was alone most of the day and I just happened to run across a big box of markers. I didn't think Russell (my 7 year old buddy) would mind if I borrowed them for a bit. I cleared a spot on the floor (my favorite place to work) and began creating. About 2 hours later I had a picture that made me blush with pride. Bright colors, obscure figures, and lots of flowers, all made this picture somehow more mature than the ones before. It had been about 3 years since I had really let loose and it felt amazing.

Needless to say, the markers made their way out on the floor more often after that day. I was just coloring for fun and I was becoming better with every shape and design. By this point every day was filled with new ideas and I couldn't wait to get home and play.

I still have a lot to learn. I don't know if I'll ever accomplish all I dream of when it comes to my art, but I want to try. Coming to Baton Rouge, I knew I wanted to make time to really explore this piece of me.

I feel like I have to voice what I want for fear that I might push it further back. I want to end up doing this, this luckilu thing, for my career. I don't know if I am good enough yet. I don't know if I have what it takes to be the best, but I do know I desire it more than anything else. I want it. I can taste it. There will always be someone better, always someone's work I compare myself negatively to, but right now, I want to be oblivious to that. Right now, I just want to have fun.

My first goal is to have the luckilu site up and running by the end of this year. I want it to be sooner, but I always want it to be well thought out. That would be the best Christmas present ever.

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Update: I'm feeling a little better about the job situation. About 10 minutes after I wrote my last post, Jared called to say he has a job! Yay! Also, the bank contacted me to say "expect an offer soon." Thank you Lord. It doesn't take much to turn your day around!

Want Ads

I am starting to feel the pressure of not being able to find a job. Not that I haven't been feeling it, just that if I don't hear something this week I am basically starting over from the beginning on the ol' job hunt. I've sent out a zillion resumes, I've interviewed with a lot of places, I'm with about 12 temp agencies; yet, I can't seem to find a permanent job.

One good thing is I haven't gotten the stiff from anyone, yet. Everyone is still in the reviewing process. This is only my second week at my temp job (which is supposed to be 5 weeks long) but I am ready to hear yay or nay from these companies. Just so I know how hard to hit interviewing again.

I really don't want J to know how overwhelmed I am about it all. Just starting school this week is hard enough and I don't want to have us both freaking out.

I'm just constantly praying for a permanent offer. I need a little more patience.

Taking Applications

I'm in need of a good girls night out. It's been over a year, well, I would venture to say since College, that I had a really close girlfriend. It's at the point that I would walk up to someone in a Starbucks and tell her she has cute shoes, just to open the opportunity for friendship.

When you are an adult how exactly do you make friends? I know people at my work but things have changed since high school and college. For some reason, no one wants to hang out with anyone from work, after work hours. We can all be nice and close at the office but it doesn't mix outside it's borders. In high school, I could have every class with one person, drive to school with them, eat lunch with them, and go to church with them. Still, I would spend time with them after school hours. Somehow that transition doesn't work in the working environment.

So if you don't make friends at work, where do you make them? Living in Louisiana is fine. I have no complaints, except Jared has a lot of friends, and I have none. I'm ready to have a good friend and I'm now taking applications.

Persian

J and I traveled to Dallas this weekend for his sisters send off to Romania. Saturday there was a big party at her friends home and on Sunday her church commissioned her journey. The real highligh for me was Saturday. We walked into her friends home and there was the cutest cat I have ever seen. All curled up, on a very beautiful piece of antique furniture, lay my new favorite animal, a persian cat. Needless to say, I had a buddy the rest of the evening. Ally was a grey and white persian kitten, about 9 months old. She was the fluffiest, softest, cutest, little ball of a kitten ever. She reminded me of a stuffed cat I had when I was younger. I used to carry that cat from room to room and it was always present as a pillow during long movies. We cuddled and exchanged effections the rest of the evening. When I woke up the next morning, after dreaming of owning my own Persian kitty, I was experiencing an overwhelming case of allergies. Swollen eyes, purple with irritation, and sneezing. Nothing a little Claritin won't clear up. I'm searching the wanted ads as we speak.

Persian Originally uploaded by luckilu.

Identity Crisis

Wait a second, is that a white Michael Jackson with black hands? Makes you wonder if from theneck down he is still kickin it play'a style. Segway, this reminds me of a funny story about my sister. Being younger than I, she wasn't old enough to remember the whole Jackson race change thing. So, in some conversation on a Friday night, we are discussing Miss Jackson and I mentioned Michael being her brother. She not only didn't know they were related, but also couldn't figure out how he was white and she was black. Confusing for all.

MichaelJackson_Pool_3215389_600_300x435 Originally uploaded by luckilu.

Turn for the better

Just for those of you who have not yet heard it from me, these last few weeks have been the hardest I have ever gone through. We thought we have everything figured out but so quickly we realized we did not. Our bags were packed for Boulder but somehow things just weren't making sense. It happened in Gulf Shores. After having another lengthy discussion with Jared regarding what we wanted, we decided to reevaluate our plans.

Now here I am, sitting ourside of CC's coffee in Baton Rouge, LA, running on the macs reserve battery power, to let you know - we have moved to Baton Rouge. We have a house, not just a home but a real house. It has 3 bedrooms and the biggest laundry room I have ever seen. We have both cars (to which only one is running) and all of our belongings in one place, all of them. For those of you who know Jared and I well, this is the biggest sigh of relief.

I loved being in Houston but we never had our own place. For the last 9 months my husband and I have slept on seperate beds, been in seperate states, and worked any and random jobs. I sometimes miss driving to work every morning with my dad and all the familiar faces I saw at the office. However, I do not miss living in a 8 by 10 bedroom and only talking to my husband for 20 minutes via the cell phone every night.

Jared is enrolled at LSU, we got all his student loan paper work taken care of, we have moved, and I have about 12 job possibilities. For some reason, even though everything is so new, this feels like home. It feels perfect.

Sorry for not updating recently. There have been daily changes and I was waiting for things to make a little more sense. Good news is we have a room dedicated to our guests now, so come on, don't be shy, we know you want to visit.