YAY! While rummaging through piles of crap at Savers (my favorite thing to do in the whole world) I came across this little guy in the original box and all. A total steal! Isn’t it cute? Tiny…and instant!
"She’s 20 years old, her college career as a sophomore at Northern Arizona University is well under way and a bright future shines ahead for Amanda Rae Coughlin, a 2009 Sedona Red Rock High School honors graduate with a 4.0 grade point average.
On March 29, Coughlin’s world came to an abrupt halt. Doctors diagnosed her with adenocarcinoma, an incurable form of cancer….”
Tonight’s benefit for Amanda was truly beautiful and touching. There was nothing but love and support from everyone in Sedona. Oak Creek is my favorite band live, ever, they were amazing and made the evening enlightened. I’m listening to their playlist nonstop (you should too).
I can’t grasp how this could happen to the sweetest girl I know. But I know that this too shall pass. Amanda is a fighter—we know she will make it through this.
Support her fight against cancer. Please click here.
It has taken me forever to finally put these pictures up, but here they are! We had a really great trip exploring Moab and its surroundings. It was beautiful, despite somewhat crappy weather. We did a little bit of climbing while we were there as well as a god amount of adventuring and one-on-one time with the poopsters.
I can’t wait to go back.
That little person you see in the corner up there to your left is ME! Repelling off Ice Cream Parlor. I love that picture (taken by Cody). It makes me look like more of a bad-ass than I really am.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! We were there on Saint Pattys…Ironically, green happens to be both of our favorite colors. Look at ALL OUR GREEN STUFF!!!!!!
I ran my first 5k this weekend on Saturday!!! I feel so accomplished! I think I ran it in about 25-30 minutes, but they still haven’t posted our times yet? My goal was to run the whole thing (no walking) which I succeeded at!
I’ve always had this perception that nice little old people are just like cute puppy dogs or infant children; they are simply innocent to the world around them, adorable. They process things at a slower pace than the sharp youth of our generation. You want to pet them, give them a high-five, talk about the cute little things they did when you last saw them.
It finally dawned on me that cute old people are not the same as puppy dogs and tiny-humans.
I realized that I get so caught up in their seemingly innocent questions and behaviors that I forget they have experienced more than anyone else in this world. Most of the elderly people that I have had interactions with are incredibly knowledgeable, have lived through several wars and countless personal battles, and have been witness to things that we can only read about in text books or see on the history channel.
Now when I look at my cute old neighbor who politely asks me to move my car from in front of his house or the little guy riding his Segway down the street, I can appreciate their lifetime worth of experiences.
…Even though I want to squeeze them just for being so cute.
Grieving processes are awkward and hard. I’m so thankful I have friends who tolerate my bipolar moods during breakup sessions. I really thought this one was “the one”. Wrong, of course; big surprise.
I laugh, I cry, I laugh, I weep, I sleep all day.
I love my friends.
I’ve decided to write off “love” for a while. I don’t want romance. I want to love myself. I want to be a great person and a great friend. I want to feel completely free from any ties. Crazy one night stands here I come!!—-just kidding.
Most marriages end in divorce, did you know that? Of course you did. And even people who are married most often seem miserable with each other. I don’t think I want love anymore. I think if I ever get married, it will probably result in divorce 26 years down the road. Who ISN’T divorced, really? Everyone I know.
I don’t know if love really lasts forever like “they” say. I think it is make-believe. I will probably have to take the route of artificial insemination if I ever want to have kids. Oh gahd. I guess that’s the only way to do things these days since people are incapable of monogomy.
If there is such thing as love, I have never seen it. I certainly didn’t receive it from my parents, and they divorced so I guess that love wasn’t there either. I think I am through with love. Have I ever gotten love back? No. Besides perhaps from my dearest friends.
This is a happy realization for me. I am a very loving person, and I will give all the love I’ve tried to give to BOYS instead to myself, my friends, and my dog.
Katy came over tonight. We ate lots of pizza. Then we ate lots of chocolate. I am glad to have friends who will listen to me bitch for hours and hours and will love me when I get fat and get acne from eating my feelings.
Katy knows my life story just about. I’m glad we still have each other after all these years. Her hugs and pizza supply makes me feel happier.
“I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and I am hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”—Marilyn Monroe
"I’ve realized that there are boys/men out there who can be almost entirely right for you.
I fooled myself into thinking **** was perfect, ***** was perfect (the others I knew weren’t) and that the minor things that bothered me were just something you had to deal with in a relationship. I later realized that minor things turn into big things.
My mama always says, if they are the “ONE”, it shouldn’t be a lot of work. Of course marriage is a work, and self development etc, but I think when you find that right person (and there may be more than one) you will feel full and happy and learning to love yourself comes simultaneously.
I think the biggest part of a relationship is finding someone who brings out the best in YOU, someone who helps you grow, someone who never has you doubting yourself.
I don’t think there is such thing as one perfect person for you. I think there are many, it just has to come at a time when you can accept it, and accept yourself.
I really do believe that the person you are meant to be with forever won’t have you second guessing their feelings for you and won’t have you forgetting what makes you lovely. It is your life Ris, and you should never have to settle for someone that doesn’t give back all that you give.”
Thank you for these words my darling. They make me feel light.
Feeling a little lost these days. Not unhappy, not completely satisfied. Just existing. I don’t like that.
I miss my camera. It used to be attached to me at all times, an extension of my body. Now it’s covered in dust sitting on a shelf. I want to pick it up and revive it but I think I’ll let myself down. It’s been so long since creating anything I’m proud of. I miss that feeling.
I miss my friends.
I want to travel. Need to get this degree out of the way. 2.5 years until freedom. Financial chains.
I want to be a better person.
I want to go to church again.
I want to be honest and sincere. I’m ready to get rid of this cynical attitude.
Feeling scared of failure lately. I’m not sure what action I should take from here. I think I will try to spend some one on one time with my Nikon and go from there.
I finally mailed off my postcard collection, my entire collection of 60+ postcards! Somehow I’ve saved these for over eight or nine years in a box and haven’t done anything with them. I used to hang them on my wall when I was 13 years old, so the backs of all the postcards are covered with old pieces of tape. They are a little tattered and used up but somehow they’ve moved around with me all these years. It’s nice to finally send them off.
I decided to mail my collection to strangers. I was inspired by Postsecret in a way, but I decided I just wanted to send some nice things to people and hope that it will make someone somewhere a little happy. I like the idea of being a mysterious unknown person to someone in the world out there. I like the idea of not knowing who each card is going to and how that person will react. I think some people will smile, some people might just throw it away. I think I’d like to receive a random postcard in the mail with nice things on them.