tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977483188446651152024-03-13T00:23:59.380-04:00fromluzwithaffectionLUZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888477786091972244noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197748318844665115.post-17195969721179536852011-04-09T15:18:00.001-04:002011-04-09T15:19:16.149-04:00…..bored<p>when I’m bored , my hair takes the brunt of it.</p> <p> I was bored with my last haircut; so to solve that-- I cut it shorter.</p> <p>And dyed it! </p> <p>You like? </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TaCxHk4bjmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Gan1o2U-5_U/s1600-h/Copy%20of%20IMG02176%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Copy of IMG02176" border="0" alt="Copy of IMG02176" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TaCxH9BokWI/AAAAAAAAACY/3GwkhZq-fK8/Copy%20of%20IMG02176_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="456" height="484"></a></p> <p>sorry for the crappy celly.</p> LUZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888477786091972244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197748318844665115.post-80332256668790211662011-04-01T23:56:00.001-04:002011-04-02T00:17:01.402-04:00at a loss<p> </p> <p><font size="4">I play nice here</font></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TZaeW_42REI/AAAAAAAAACE/OPkLi9svhxo/s1600-h/Copy%20of%20IMG00331%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Copy of IMG00331" border="0" alt="Copy of IMG00331" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TZaeXIlZbvI/AAAAAAAAACI/yFKTTcwg3qk/Copy%20of%20IMG00331_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"></a></p> <p><font size="4">I seem happy—smiley enough</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TZaeXqy8UdI/AAAAAAAAACM/s1UGDnMqiEo/s1600-h/Copy%20of%20IMG00342%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Copy of IMG00342" border="0" alt="Copy of IMG00342" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TZaeYGMPvtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/95A5rY2b9BI/Copy%20of%20IMG00342_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"></a></p> <p><font size="4">But what I really want to do is………………………………………………………………………….. run away</font> </p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4">and skip across an open field or frolic on a white sandy beach, taking photographs all day and night</font></p> <p><font size="4"></font> </p> <p><font size="4">why am I here still here, why can’t I walk away????? </font></p> <p><font size="4"></font> </p> <p><font size="4">why…do I suddenly feel so damn stuck??</font></p> LUZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888477786091972244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197748318844665115.post-61238302056476288332011-03-31T14:56:00.001-04:002011-03-31T14:56:23.811-04:00big changes<p><font size="4" face="Georgia">I need a new life……</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia"></font> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">Like in big, huge changes…..</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia"></font> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">how or to what I don’t know</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia"></font> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">just big---is all I know.</font></p> LUZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888477786091972244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197748318844665115.post-4198022578422362162011-03-26T12:12:00.001-04:002011-03-26T20:50:51.142-04:00the problem is what?<p><font size="4">I want to move back home. Getting to see my family a few weeks ago and enjoying everyone’s company just helped to solidify it. I’ve wanted to move back for years now. I’ve had this nagging feeling that my folks won’t be around for very long and I’ll regret not seeing them more often. </font></p> <p><font size="4">Seeing my folks—older and frail, made me feel awful. </font></p> <p><font size="4">So what's’ the problem?</font></p> <p><font size="4">1. I hate San Antonio, Texas</font></p> <p><font size="4">2. Don’t want to be a part of all the family gossip—extended family I mean. I left home when I was 18 and can’t say I miss it.</font></p> <p><font size="4">3. Don’t have a job there—and as you know (like most of you) I need to spend my own cash!!</font></p> <p><font size="4">4. Hubs is beyond happy with his career here.</font></p> <p><font size="4">5. Hubs said I could pack up and go by myself, he’d get a condo in DC until he could find a job in San Antonio. Market there is not all that great…so I’d imagine that would take a great while.</font></p> <p><font size="4">I don’t want to be selfish and take that offer up. But then I do. </font></p> <p><font size="4">fuck fuck fuck.</font></p> <p><font size="4">6. I get the feeling that when my kiddo leaves me for college I’ll fall part and perhaps abandon ship. How selfish is that?</font></p> <p><font size="4">How do I keep my family together and still get back home? </font></p> <p><font size="4"></font></p> LUZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888477786091972244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197748318844665115.post-65025434042033731562011-03-20T20:56:00.001-04:002011-03-21T00:09:37.715-04:00advice….<p> </p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4"><font face="Georgia"><font color="#ff00ff">from Klaus</font>—get moving and discover the world!</font></font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TYaiNJM_5mI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5mMOIJ89Dr8/s1600-h/2011-03-11-0535.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2011-03-11 053" border="0" alt="2011-03-11 053" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TYaiNUc2UMI/AAAAAAAAACA/7EFgWiKolKE/2011-03-11-053_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431"></a></p> <p><font face="Georgia"><font size="4"><font color="#ff00ff">from the metro guide</font>—enjoy your afternoon!!</font></font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">me: I will! </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">him: and you shall, but don’t forget to get yourself a big jar and fill it with that joy and perhaps some sunshine to save for a rainy day—cause you never know when you’re gonna need it!!!</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">me: Thank you—well said my friend, I’ll take your advice to heart.</font></p> <p><font face="Georgia"><font size="4"><font color="#ff00ff">from the lady in seat 15C</font>--who gasped as we descended from the uber fluffy white clouds onto the SATX airport and into grey misty skies.</font></font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">(In Spanish of course)— mira mira, así es como el cielo se verá, simplemente extraordinario, tú y yo llegaremos a verlo algún día. Pero no hoy.</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">translation:</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">“Look, look--that is how heaven will look; simply extraordinary”, you and I will get to see it one day. Just not today! (thank you for thinking I’ll make it into heaven—I’ll keep looking!)</font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="4" face="Georgia">I’ve never seen clouds so magnificent—so fluffy, usually they are just a mist as we descend, this was not an ordinary sight—something that made half the plane gasp in awe and others weep—to include me. I can’t say for sure if it was the clouds, or that I was minutes from being back home, either way it was a moment of magic.</font></p> <p><font color="#ff00ff"><font face="Georgia"><font size="4">From my cousin John Nakasone—<font color="#000000">this weekend-- in private.</font></font></font></font></p> <p><font face="Georgia"><font size="4">I don’t know how you live here. <font color="#000000">Maybe the fast life is not what you should be living. It’s not worth the stress, the money and loss of true life-- move back home before it kills you. </font></font></font></p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Georgia">From my co-worker—Latosha</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">“Don’t forget to <em>see</em> the little signs too Luz..they are all around you. Maybe they mean something?”</font></p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">WHAT IS EVERYONE AROUND ME TRYING TO TELL ME??</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia"></font> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia"></font></p> LUZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888477786091972244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197748318844665115.post-90633103888016005282011-02-26T23:52:00.001-05:002011-02-27T00:17:16.435-05:00adventurous project<p> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">I found a new project off of <a href="http://aliedwards.com/" target="_blank">Ali's</a> blog. So in preparation of an online class I found interesting, I made this journal. </font><font size="4" face="Georgia">Just 2 different scraps of fabric, a little ribbon and a trinket. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">I may have jumped the start of this journal, but I suddenly found myself unable to control my anxiousness to get started.</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">I didn’t have the password to my Paypal acct to pay for the class, so I had to wait out the afternoon, before I could see what all class was really about.</font></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TWncJFVT1ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/m05S7q9zxUI/s1600-h/2011-02-22%20358%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2011-02-22 358" border="0" alt="2011-02-22 358" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TWncJbdlrRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4lgpEB374dc/2011-02-22%20358_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="578" height="484"></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TWncKAFPFaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MBGEeLwVkT4/s1600-h/2011-02-22%20361%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2011-02-22 361" border="0" alt="2011-02-22 361" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nf88MATrQKg/TWncKScRyCI/AAAAAAAAABE/sEplyHrGd1Y/2011-02-22%20361_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p><a href="http://dispatchfromla.typepad.com/dispatch_from_la/rotdoci.html" target="_blank"><font size="5" face="Georgia">Remains of the Day</font></a> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">And guess what? I really <font color="#8000ff"><font color="#000000">LOVE IT!</font> </font></font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia"><font color="#000000">Last night, I even worked on the inside; did some prep pages. I’m not going anywhere exciting, but I am going home next week (keep your fingers crossed) and I intend to use it in Texas.</font></font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia"></font> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">PS….I not savvy enough for Typepad, I just couldn’t figure my way around it.</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Georgia">So I deleted that account, along with my first post. </font></p> LUZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888477786091972244noreply@blogger.com4