mom

happy mother's day, mom! i couldn't have asked for a better mom. thanks for everything you do for me... i love you, tina.

10,ooo

i've dreamt one hundred dreams 

i've dreamt ten thousand, hundred dreams

one hundred thoughts

ten thousand hundred thoughts 

clouded by you

one million inventions 

uninvented 

because of people like you

(or something...)

thanks magic castles.

weekend

this weekend was a world of it's own.  

friday housewarming party for a fun couple (beautiful house!) and stayed up way too late drinking really good beer. basically i took a nap before going to work at the wedge saturday morning. 

saturday i saw heartless bastards (the band) and it was an effing great show.  what a sexy rockin' band.

now it's sunday night and i'm sitting on the couch with my nephews pretending to watch them play x-box.  although joe is onto me.  he just said, "tina, always watch us.  don't look at the computer."  this afternoon the whole fam (and then some) went to the local community theater here in scf and saw the wizard of oz.  it was adorable, although i had a hard time staying awake since i hung out too late last night with my downstairs neighbors who i ran into at the concert. they gave me wine and fed me pad thai, so it was hard leaving, even though it felt very uncomfortable and white.  i've never felt so white in my life.  not even when i'm pasty after a long winter and listening to fiona apple.  they were showing off how many languages they could speak (in an annoying, not admirable, fashion), criticizing the band we'd just seen ("they only use three chords in this song") and talking about how many countries they'd visited and which orchestras they'd played in (but none of them knew who nina simone was) and the one guy played some song on the guitar about taking his hamster for a walk.  i think he honestly thought it was funny, in some garrison kiellor dorked out way that wasn't funny at all but made me want to vomit.  and the worst part was that i think he was trying to hit on me a little, which was totally gross and horrifying.  now that i'm twentyfive is it really acceptable for that sort of person to hit on me?  it was a scary realization.  

anyway tomorrow's monday and the weekend's over, but i have this poem to help me with the shock that monday morning always is:

Every morning 

the world

is created.

Under the orange

sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches --

and the ponds appear

like black cloth

on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.

If it is your nature

to be happy 

you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination 

alighting everywhere.

And if your spirit carries within it

the thorn 

that is heavier than lead--

if it's all you can do

to keep on trudging--

there is still 

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted--

each pond with it's blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly,

every morning,

whether or not

you have ever dared to be happy,

whether or not

you have ever dared to pray.

Morning Poem by Mary OIiver.

new computer!

new computer!  new computer! thank you rachel! new computer!

the summer day by mary oliver

who made the world?
who made the swan and the black bear?
who made the grasshopper?
this grasshopper, i mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
now she snaps her wings open and floats away.
i don't know exactly what a prayer is.
i do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll throught the fields,
which is what i have been doing all day.
tell me, what else should i have done?
doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

scones

last night i made blueberry scones. or rather, i tried to make blueberry scones. or rather, i made a terrible, terrible batch of blueberry scones. i got the recipe online and there was a typo in it. it called for 2 1/2 tablespoons of baking powder when really all it needed was 2 1/2 teaspoons. drat. i don't bake enough to have known that 2 1/2 tablespoons would be a ridiculous amount of baking powder. it was a very expensive mistake, as i had doubled the recipe. there was a lot of butter, several eggs, some milk, and not to mention the flour...
oh well. now i know.

internet treasures

from post secret:


from craigslist free stuff:

pink toilet (Minnetonka)

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Reply to: sale-1005254971@craigslist.org ^[?]
Date: 2009-01-23, 8:49PM CST

Free pink toilet, come and get it...

• Location: Minnetonka
• it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

PostingID: 1005254971

(i added the picture. and here's another one...)

i like this picture because it looks like the picture caught the toilet in it's natural, wild setting.

another craigslist free stuff posting:

Couch (Saint Paul)

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Reply to: sale-1006003878@craigslist.org ^[?]
Date: 2009-01-24, 1:31PM CST


Free couch has a stain but will come out if cleaned


no it won't. you know that that stain is not going anywhere, cleaning or no cleaning. gross. but it got me interested in pictures of stains. here they are:

bee costume.

(not my) family pictures:

ernie bonner family

von erich family

sellers family

hariri family