Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Eery State of... Rapture?


4:45pm. The colour is very eery, of the photos I took just now, this is the best one.

Friday, November 25, 2005

No Apologies

Before she hit superstardom as Alanis Morissette, good ol' Alanis, of whom I owned two cassette tapes, had a song entitled "No Apologies" on her 1992 Now is The Time album.

That really has nothing whatsoever to do with this post, other than the fact that I'm apologizing for not really posting all too much lately... I'm working on a few projects that will soon be revealed and then you'll know where I've been.

Until then, leave some comments and let me know you've been here. I often wonder who it is exactly that have been reading this... especially those who never or rarely leave comments.

:)

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Oh Thankgoodness! Snack Time!

I just remembered I brought a pack of Golden Oreos to work this morning. It's been a long afternoon.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

First Winter Snow

I always think it's interesting to see locale pictures on blogs, so I thought I would post these. I took them on my lunch break, they are all photographed within a minute-walk radius of my office.

They are "click-able" for a closer view.












Birds


I first saw these pins on someone's blog, and I loved them.

Then I found them on Etsy.

You can see Becky's official site at The Sweetie Pie Press.

(Shhhh... don't tell my sister, she gets some for Christmas.


Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland


This is what we were greeted with this morning here in Muskoka when we woke up today.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Late Assignment

I got a large envelope in the mail today from the seminary I went to. This is odd, they don't usually send me mail.

They were, you know, just returning an assignment I turned in the first week of November 2003.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Two Totally Unrelated Blog Clips

"But lead us into a corner where we're forced to choose the life of another person to care for and love forever, we will catch our breath and hold it and hope the whole situation goes away. It's too much to ask, too much to have to deal with. It's too much forgiveness to have to come up with for another person's lifetime of transgressions, it's too much compassion to fumble around in the couch cushions for, it's too much of ourselves to give up if we decide to deal with another person's flaws for as long as we both shall live. It's too much, it's a decision we don't want to make, and we deny having to for as long as possible. The reason for this is simple: We don't want to be wrong."
- Sarah Hatter

"I love scalloped corn. You can’t buy scalloped corn at a restaurant. The only way to get scalloped corn is in a church basement or fellowship hall. There are a few women in every church that still know how to make scalloped corn. They are a dying generation like World War II veterans. When they are gone it will be a day to morn in America. When I’m asked to tell stories in church basements I always go if I can. Without being too noticeable I get down and look for scalloped corn and deviled eggs. I like to consider myself sort of a one-man scalloped corn preservation society. And people wonder why I look so happy all the time. If I could live on scalloped corn, deviled eggs, Jello with carrots and bad coffee, I could make a career of telling stories in country churches."
- Ken Pierpont

Thursday, November 03, 2005


Spasmotica




I went to see Elizabethtown last night. Seems like everyone else is talking about it too.

I actually went to the movie theatre alone, something I've never done before. It was an interesting experience... if you've never done it before I'd recommend doing it at least once. I tend to like to see movies in any small dinky hometown theatre, and movies like Elizabethtown are ideal for that kind of theatre. I like to chuckle when the only other movie in the building is having it's big loud scene and the sound is coming through the wall, all while the movie I'm watching is having it's quiet serious contemplative moment.

And the bathroom in that theatre is so retro/grungy that it's kind of comical. I really wanted to take my picture in the mirror for my next Self Portrait Tuesday shot, except there was someone else in the bathroom and I didn't want to take it while they were there and I was too impatient to wait for them to leave. So maybe next time.

Anyways, the movie wasn't really what I was expecting the movie to be, but I would watch it again. On DVD. I can't wait to see the deleted scenes actually, because pretty much for the whole movie I kept thinking they have got to have cut out some pretty major stuff because it just didn't seem to flow very well.

The road trip at the end made the whole movie worth it for me. And the characters that Kirsten Dunst plays always make some pretty sweet scrapbooks. And there were some good quotes as well.

"I'm hard to remember, but impossible to forget."
- Kirsten Dunst, as Claire Colburn

"It takes time to extract joy from life."
- Susan Sarandon, as Holly Baylor

The Customer Comment Series #3: It Smells Bad

Dear Swiffer WetJet:

The office that I work at has wooden floors. Every Thursday is cleaning day. Thank goodness I'm on vacuuming the carpet upstairs and not on Swiffer WetJet-ing the first floor: because the smell of the Swiffer WetJet potion... it's gross! It always reminds me of beer. Who wants it to smell like they clean with beer?

And the smell lingers. I would appreciate it if you developed other scents, or at least got rid of this one. I would never use the Swiffer WetJet personally in my own home or if I was in charge of office cleaning because the smell isn't appealing to me in the slightest.

-Michelle

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Thrifty Finds 1

I have been going through some of the image folders on my computer clearing them up and thought I'd post some.

I have this habit of going to the local thrift store every Saturday morning... When I was a kid I thought thrift stores were gross. In college however, I learned that they held a wealth of lovely wool sweaters and fun t-shirts. And for cheap.

Now I've somewhat evolved from clothes shopping at thrift stores to cool stuff shopping. Early this year, or it might have been late last year, I found this sweet paint by number painting for a dollar. I love it, I have it hanging in my bedroom. The only downside is it didn't come with a frame and I always forget to measure it and look for a frame:

This past weekend I found these two matching tree paintings, they hang in my hallway outside my room. They were a little pricier, at $3 each.

The fun middle tin in the photo below I got at the local townwide yardsale in June. It was part of a 3 for a dollar deal at one of the churches. The other tins I got as a great deal at Ikea in July when I went to visit Holly. All these tins hold some of my sewing and beading supplies.


These badges I got for 50 cents a piece at a great antiques barn on Hwy 11 near Orillia, Ontario at the beginning of September. My favourite is the green 1974 science fair badge. I have yet to craft anything with any of them, but I suspect that they will find themselves on purses or bags of some sort in the near future:

I found this great "M" initial hankie at a garage sale at a house down the street from me. I think I might make it into a bag or bag lining sometime.

I love the zoom function of my camera for super close ups.
This little pitcher I got at a church rummage sale early in the summer. Mostly I use it for holding candy. I think it was 25 or 50 cents.

This little rooster glass I got at an antique store in Baysville, Ontario. It reminds me of little glasses my Gramma has that we used to drink out of when we were kids, but hers have white grapes and leaves on them. This was a pricier item at $4.


I try to think if I really love something before buying it. Because it's not a great deal if it's 50 cents and you don't love it, that's just wasting 50 cents.
Self Portrait Tuesday #4



I took this photo over the weekend in a local "park". I think it nicely reflects a brilliant Muskoka autumn. I think it's funny how I always end up looking wider in shadows.