Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I'm learning as I go. Hopefully this will come back as Spring progresses.
Monday, March 28, 2011
... My Fist has a Hard On!
No, this is not directed at anyone in particular.
And now we're all caught up to date with everything uploaded that was taken during my trip. Funny how it normally doesn't take this long to update my blog every evening....
One of my best friends is always humping random statues for pictures. Since I was spending the day with him, I figured a pic in honour of him was fitting. This is me, humping some random piece of equipment in a park near Vancouver. This one's for you buddy (you know who you are).
This pic was taken 25 March 2011.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
It's like one of those "Where's Waldo" pictures... spot the Gillian!!!
I am a clothes whore. And while it's true that not all of that (CLEAN) laundry is mine, I must admit that even with those items on the bed, my walk in closet and 2 dressers are full. To overflowing. It's sad, I know, but I just can't get rid of clothing. I must admit I don't buy as much as I used to, but as I haven't really changed shape or size in the past 15 years, I keep clothes until they're completely threadbare, and even then I'm so emotionally attached to them I have a difficult time letting them go. Perhaps I need to work on that.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Not much to say about this one. Found a cool crate/cage thingy in a nearby.... I don't even know what to call it. Gravel pit type place, but also city dumping ground (not dump.... just a place where the city disposes of concrete and assorted PVC piping, etc).
Friday, March 18, 2011
I never went to camp as a kid. I never had that experience of sitting around a campfire with a bunch of other kids desperately trying to scare the crap out of each other. And I would've been an easy target, as I scare easily.
To this day, I'm still afraid of the dark, I still have nightmares (and occasionally attacks of night terrors), and I still can't watch scary movies if I plan on sleeping for the next week. And sometimes, even and episode of CSI or some similar crime drama show will be enough to set me off. I shy away from creepy books.
I am a complete and utter pansy. And I'm ok with that.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I used to have muscles. Back when I had a physically demanding job, such as being in the military, or refurbishing garbage compactors. I'm too lazy to work out on my own, but if a job is physically difficult, I'll get it done, no matter my size or weakness. I miss those muscles. I suppose if I want them back I need to start working for them...
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I've recently been reading up a lot on Claude Cahun, an artist/photographer/writer in throughout the 20's-40's primarily (although they did not stop creating until their death in 1954). Their unabashed look at themselves, at deconstructing gender and self is really quite fascinating to look at in their self portraits. While this is not an attempt to mimic anything that they were trying to do, all of the reading has once again placed my own perceptions of myself in question and analysis. Exactly who do I think I am?
By the way, I do plan on trying to duplicate one or two of their self portraits as an homage... but that will come later.
Monday, March 14, 2011
I wanted a cute picture of Clark and I sniffing each other out, nose to nose, while we play on the floor. Unfortunately, the beeping from the timer on my camera kept distracting him. *sigh* why doesn't he ever cooperate???
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
So, I've been pretty frustrated and pissed off at work lately (I know- talking about work AGAIN!!! I promised not to do that). This weekend it seems to have come to a head in my brain, and I actually spent most of Friday and Saturday feeling quite depressed over the many disappointments I feel.
I need to change my attitude. I've been reading some books on how to improve inter-personal relationships, and I see how hypocritical I've been of criticizing others, while I'm doing nothing to improve the negativity within the workplace. I've realized that I hold the key to my own success- not others. It's in my attitude, and how I approach issues at the workplace. Lately, it's been pretty poorly. I know I can do better. I've done better in the past, but I got upset over being passed over for a promotion, and got sucked into the negativity and toxicity and resentment that was growing within all of the other team members (not just me). It was wrong of me to get sucked into it, but I can't change the past. I can only approach next week with a renewed, more positive attitude.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I'm quite frustrated these days. And was feeling a little ill.... so green in the face makes sense. My original idea was green facepaint, but I seem to be all out of green.
And yes, I know this is a day late. My internet was down :(
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
So, This is 51/365, and I'm finding this project extremely challenging. Who knew that coming up with 365 unique, interesting self portraits would be such a challenge!! So I'm deep in thought, trying to come up with interesting ideas. I am open to suggestions! Hubby dearest has made a few along the way that have become part of this collection already, so why not open it up to everyone?
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
If I were a cat, I'd be in love with Batman!
Yes, I know I said this would be a 7 part series... a week of living the life of my cat.... until my sister pointed out that cats have 9 lives, which got me thinking I should do 9 lives of me as a cat.... So the feline frenzy continues for another day.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
If I were a cat I would stare out the window all day wishing I could go out and chase birds. And random leaves in the wind. And squirrels. (But I would secretly fear outside and never run when the door is actually open. I'm all talk trying to get out of the window, but scared of an open doorway).