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Pink Shoes
Originally uploaded by Annie Ominous

Today is a six. But a pretty good six. I made Chicken Gyros and cucumber-dill salad for dinner. And I love my new pink shoes. Shame I don't get to wear them until June.

And sometimes I feel like a Greek tragedy

Wouldn't it be nice to have a vacation from yourself? Mood swings are tiring. I am almost certain that the catalyst behind my personal brand of crazy is PMDD caused by my birth control (Mirena IUC). I don't like using that as an excuse though.

I feel like I should be able to control my emotions. I do not want to take anything to counteract the nasty side effects. It's just an ongoing battle between me and myself. Unfortunately, my family usually bears the wounds. I feel terrible for hurting the people I love the most.

I am going to keep trying to not be me.

(Sisyphus by Franz Stuck)

Shoulder
Originally uploaded by Annie Ominous

it's never what you think it will be

Happy New Year

Here lies the obligatory New Year's blog. I have not been writing much since...well, a long time. I don't really feel much like doing it right now either, but I hope that by sending these resolutions out into the world, I might be more inclined to keep them.

This is a partial list in no particular order:

1. Learn web design
2. Research our home & document the process
3. Start the collaborative Aurora project with my fellow A-town enthusiasts
4. Take more pictures & learn about lighting techniques
5. Start sewing again
6. Stop being so defensive
   
7. LESS STRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
8. More patience with myself & everyone else
9. Write more
10. Work more
11. Let go of the past
12. Be more considerate
13. Stop leaving half-empty glasses of water all over the house
14. Save money
15. Decrease vanity
16. Make some split pea soup
17. Listen

Oh, and here is last year's list.

Happy '09

Tupperware & iPods

Ya me canso de llorar y no amanece
Ya no sé si maldecirte o por ti rezar
Tengo miedo de buscarte y de encontrarte
Donde me aseguran mis amigos que te vas
Hay momentos en que quisiera mejor rajarme
Y arrancarme ya los clavos de mi penar
Pero mis ojos se mueren si mirar tus ojos
Y mi cariño con la aurora te vuelve a esperar

Y aggaraste por tu cuenta la parranda
Paloma negra paloma negra dónde, dónde andarás?
Ya no jueges con mi honra parrandera
Si tus caricias han de ser mías, de nadie mas

Y aunque te amo con locura ya no vuelves
Paloma negra eres la reja de un penar
Quiero ser libre vivir mi vida con quien yo quiera
Dios dame fuerza que me estoy muriendo por irla a buscar

Y agarraste por tu cuenta las parrandas

So cold

It is always so cold in our house. Even in the summer. Sometimes I am afraid I will never be warm again.

I better get used to it, huh?

New and Improved

In the past year there have only been two times I felt free. One time was last fall and the other last week.

Recipe for Survival

Dignity
Silence
Smile
Retreat

And so on.