Wordless Wednesday XV (Hey, It's Still Wednesday For 33 More Minutes.)

This Might, Possibly Be Cheating On The Blogging, Just A Weeny Bit. Maybe.

Honestly I was going to try and blog at the very, very least once a week as suggested by the ever rockin' Bo. I meant to do so today. Really. You know how I love confessing things to you, so you must know: I'm addicted to Flickr now. It's bad. And who woulda thunk it - this whole 365 Days project has me all excited. Before, you would be hard pressed to get a picture of me. Of course it helps that I take and pick the pictures. And also, it seems that my eye stars in most of them. But I'm working on that. I have all sorts of fab ideas for July and August (anniversary post! hee.) Hm. I think my train of thought has blown through the station... I started to have more of a blogging point here... Oh, right... I sorta blogged in my Flickr today and now I'm kinda blogged out. Check it, peeps: Day 17. Look down on the right. This pretty much covered Teri Today. Feel free to browse the other ones, too. Highly informational. Etc. I'm babbling now, aren't I? And I think I owe Luke a meme or an interview or something and I've been a total slacker and haven't looked at my email. Sorry Luke! Soon. Ok. I'd better be going before I add anymore links.

XXOO!!, bebes!

(Yet Another) Triumphant Return of Wordless Wednesday!

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In Lieu of Vox... Dang, I'm Usually Pretty Good With The Catchy Titles, But Apparently Not Tonight.

First, I would like to thank the Academy... oh wait, wrong speech... No really, thanks for your kind comments and encouragement. Sometimes you just gotta get it out there and I appreciate your indulgence.

Now back to our regular programming...

As the title subtly implies, there will be no audio post today. Not that I'd promised one, but I was thinking that it would be a nice idea, since it's been a year since the last one, but I've just spent half and hour looking for my cheap little computer mic and I can't hook up my professional one because I have no cable. Did you catch that word professional? YES SIREE, I am officially, sorta, a professional voiceover artiste. Ok, I haven't gotten the check yet, but it's comin'. Which, crap, means I'm gonna hafta set up paying taxes and I should probably actually do something with my website and...But I digress. Thanks to The Spouse, I was booked to do the intro on some doctor/pharmecutical power point training program thingie(hey, the talent isn't always clear on the details, she's just there to woo them with her pipes)for one of his clients. So, yay me!
Frankly I don't have a whole lot to say at the moment. Mostly I wanted to get the dramafest that was my last post pushed down a bit. If you're new here, do me a favor and check out the archives. Here... for now you can hear me, er, here. Plus I did a pretty cool one for my birthday last year and of course the sappytouching anniversary post. Go. Peruse. Feel free to comment. I craaaave the comments. And don't forget to check on my Flickr for my daily contribution to the 365 Days project.

Also, I will now be abbr. my usual sign off. I didn't want you to miss it. Not that I think you're dumb or anything, I just didn't want you to be, ya know, confused. Anyway.
OOXX!!

From Teri On Her 37th Birthday Or How I Decided To Grow Up And Be A Better Person. With A Meme. And A Photo. And Serious Soul Baring.

(Welcome to my catharsis. Don't forget to purchase refreshments in the lobby.)

Greetings and salutations, O Most Patient Ones. Have I caught up on all y’all’s blogs? No. Was I using that as one of my excuses for not blogging? Yes. And I really am very busy at work. Seriously. I’m hoping we can be like old friends who just pick up where they left off. Whaddya say? Can you forgive me for my neglect? Pretty please with widgets on top?

::insert one of my patented smooth segues here::

First, let’s get the serious soul baring out of the way.

I am going to be 40 in 3 years (exactly) and on that day I plan on taking stock and finding that I am happy with who I am or who I am on my way to becoming. Today starts a change in me. (That didn't sound as corny when I first wrote it as it does now in edit.)

I am tired of: being a crybaby… hating how I look… being angry… being cynical… being afraid… wasting my (and everyone else’s) time and my talent because I am afraid of? failure? success?... my lack of confidence… being unwise… being judged…. feeling like I’m being judged… being socially inept… being disrespected… not earning respect… feeling like an incompetent parent… being disorganized… not doing things because I’m disorganized… not knowing where things are because I. Am. Disorganized… being self-absorbed… not relying more on my faith in God… not revealing my faith in God… talking too much to myself and not enough to God… living in the past… being lazy… procrastinating… being frustrated… not living up to my potential… not keeping up my end of the deal… being ungrateful… not trying my best… not giving my best… panicking about all the mistakes I’ve made… wishing I was more… I am tired of being tired.

And, of course, I’m aware that most of these things are merely my own perceptions of who and what I am, that mostly what I see are the flaws. And reading that over, self-indulgent and self-involved are begging to be added. I’m perfecting my whole Woody Allen persona. Without the hemming and hawing or thinning hair or hangdog expression. Or creepy marriage to adopted daughter. Ok. I think we’re getting off track here.

My point is this(if I haven’t blunted it with the deflecting self-deprecating humour):

Things have got to change. Things are going to change.

Yeah. So. Still there?

MEME TIME (I'm just crankin' this post out, ain't I?)

Debbie over at A Charmed Life, she of the magical Italian chocolate, decided to make up her own meme. And I quote: …”it makes me think, how well do the people in our lives really know us? Like an Impressionist painting, sometimes figuring out what the picture is about depends on where you're standing.” The little darling tagged me way back in January Ought Seven, and if you don’t want to tear your eyes out yet with the really knowing of me, here’s my answer to her challenge:


The Near...Far!!! Meme.
Someone looking down at you from a balcony will notice: my grays

Someone seeing you from across a parking lot will see: My tiny pin head sitting atop my apple round body? WHAT? I deflect with the humor – I have no idea… this whole self analysis thing is difficult.

Someone seeing you for the first time will notice: My eyebrows or that my specs have some heinous scratches.

Someone shaking your hand will notice: I have a firm grip. The fingertip shaking thing irritates me.

Someone walking behind you would notice: My fat bu… Oh. Uuuh, my long hair?

Someone meeting you at a party would see: The most socially awkward person in the room. Weeeeel, maybe the second most socially awkward person in the room.

Someone looking into your eyes would notice: Almond shaped eyes with long lashes framing darkly rimmed chestnut irises dappled with motes of gold. (Please check the photographical proof.) (see, I can be all poetical and sort of self-complimentary.) And probably the eyebrows.

Someone listening to you talk would hear: Hello?? VELVET VOX, people. I ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie, here.

Someone who's just met you might think: That I am pretty sweet and very funny. <~~ that was Debbie’s answer (which you would know if you clicked on the link), but as I’m doing this, I’m writing over her answers and when I looked down from my last smart remark I briefly thought to myself, "Self? How accepting and unusually nice you’re being to your, er, self." Then I remembered I didn’t actually write that. And now you are asking yourself, "Self? Is Teri attempting to avoid answering this question by distracting us with double talk and painfully contrived conversations with herself? And myself?"

What was the question?

Someone who's known you a long time knows: (I’m so bad at this) Er. Um. I guess I’m kinda funny. Hopefully not funny lookin’. I’m generous. I’m an emotional movie watcher. I love having my back scratched. I love really hot showers. I can’t go into Rosie’s Calico Corners without spending a minimum of 45 minutes sifting through the button trunk. I wanted to be an actress when I grew up.

Ok. Let’s see… what else? Oh yes – the picture. I’ve decided that to launch me on my voyage of discovery and improvement, I am going to join the Flickr 365 Days group. That’s one picture a day until May 26, 2008. Yay for cropping and Photoshop Elements 4.0.


Hi. I'm going to bed now.

HUGS AND KISSES AND EXCLAIMATION POINTS TO ALL!

p.s. as always, if you really feel the need to see my mug practically life-sized on your screen, Click It.

No Way! Has It Really Been Two Weeks? **REVISED**

Dateline SoCal 05/19/2007 ***Please check back on Saturday May 26, 2007***
(hugs, kisses and exclamation points on the horizon)


You all must be so, like, TERI IS A BIG FAT FATTY FAT LIAR. SHE'S NEVER GOING TO BLOG. I'M SO SICK OF HER FATTY FAT FAT LIES. PANTS ON FIRE!

Who could blame you?

We'll just pretend that we've smoothly segued away from the name calling, shall we?

This right here is my 99th post! For my 100th I'll do a little recap and finally do the meme that my Italian chocolate connection tagged me with last millennium.

In the meantime, enjoy a couple of pictures of my new work space, sans art and a new table top, but still on the purty side.

Hugs, kisses and exclamation points to all!


(as always, click on pic to see molto bigger)

BTW - Hope all y'all had a lovely Valetimes day.

Wordless Wednesday 13

(Wordless-ish: visit Maggie Taylor to see more gorgeous art)

From The Trenches - A Thrilling Account. Ha. I Crack Me Up.

Actually from the warehouse. Thusly, this will be my first post since the very beginning that is sans photo accompaniment. And it's going to be short because A) I'm at work and B) my fingers are frozen. All of me is frrrrozzzzzen. We're getting polished concrete on the first floor, where my office will be, so until that's done I can't set my office up and we can't get to the stairs until which every layer they are doing to day is dry.

Did I mention that I'm frrrrreeeezzzzzzing?

Obviously I haven't gotten back into the Swing Of Blahging, but I'm trying. I spent most of the weekend out and about with my SIL and catching up on Men in Trees. So no blog reading either. Sawwy! Also we've only got one vehicle right now. Not that I'm going to whine about it, because duh things could be a thousand times worse, but good grief, it ain't easy for a two job household with a ::sob::teenager::sob:: to have one car! In the spirit of sharing, the story is this: due to a problem that apparently VW knew about, my car needs a new engine. You can imagine that it's something that isn't in our current budget. So we wait for help from VW/the dealer from which we have purchased 3 vehicles, now. I'm thinking it's time for one or both of them to step up to the plate. I'll keep you updated.

Ech... I can't get to the restroom right now either! Grrrr! My teeth are floating. (Don't you just love free association blogging?)

Ok, I'm going to sign off because my frost bitten fingers are making more typos than not.

Hugs, etc...

Clean Slate And All That

Once again, greetings and salutations and much thanks for the sticking by me. SO... First point of business, because I've been A Very VERY Bad Blogger and also A Very Bad Email Friend and let my Yahoo email get completely (HEE! I remembered some HTML!) out of control to the point that it haunted me and I avoided it because apparently I am immature and a champion avoider (just ask Visa and Mastercard and, by the way, who ever said money can't buy happiness never glimpsed the 9th Level of Hell that is my financial situation) AND SO, I humbly beg for an almost clean email/comment slate. I have/will read every single comment left since the ::gulp:: beginning of December BUT if you would grant me a mulligan, I shall mostly not comment back. Just know that I Internet Love You and even though the majority of you don't know me in so-called RL, I am totally touched by your concern and encouragement and all that mushy stuff. PLUS, I am determined to go through my Bloglines and read all of your entries that I've missed. Just so you know, my lack of commenting on all y'all's sites means I haven't actually been reading them since the plan was to catch up and then I didn't and it just got worse and OH what a tangled Blogline we weave when once we wait to read. (Yeah, yeah I know... lame.) OK THEN. Clean slate?

Now on to the second point of business. As previously stated, I am now gainfully employed. While, of course it's YAY exciting and Wells Fargo Financial is rather relieved, it's also YIKES scary, I have no idea what I'm doing ::whimper::. Lucky for me my boss is a long-time very good friend and so far everyone at my new company has been very nice. I spent last week training and this week we've started setting up the office. I don't plan on blahging much about the job, since this blog isn't the most anonymous of sites, but you can check out the cool product we manufacture here. (I have to admit I only almost remembered how to link without reminding.)

In much more devastating news, I am now the mother of an actual teenager. Surprisingly the earth did not stop spinning and fire did not rain down from the sky. It might feel like it at times, but I'm told that it's all in my head. I'm also told (by my long-suffering husband who has taken to desperately asking anyone he can find with a 13 year old girl) that the angst, strife and epic conflict that are the key elements to the mother/teenage daughter relationship are all perfectly normal and I am not, in fact, being singled out by some capriciously sadistic demon intent on seeing how far I can be pushed. Happy Birthday, kiddo. Just accept that no matter how old you get you will always be my little girl and that is, despite what you think, a good thing.

Whew. I'm exhausted. I shall end this entry here as I have a little work to do and I am hoping to start getting up to speed with all your blogs/lives.

Hugs, Kisses and Exclamation Points!

(P.S. Should I just give in and sign up for the New Blogger? Feedback requested.)

Looking To The New Year

Here's hoping you all had a very lovely Christmas. (Or whatever you celebrate. At my house, it's Christmas.)

In short, my Christmas present was a new job being an office manager/administrative assistant for a very dear long-time friend, at her new branch office. (Thanks Karla!!) I'm planning on returning to the cyber world after the first of the year. (I'll be training the second week of January, so it will probably be after that.) Can't wait to catch up with all y'all. I hope you're still out there!!

Hugs and kisses and exclamation points,
Teri