Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Opposite of Happiness

The opposite of happiness is boredom.

BORED, def.: feeling weary because one is unoccupied or lacks interest in one's current activity

WEARY, def.: reluctant to see or experience any more of; tired of

"Bear with me. What is the opposite of happiness? Sadness? No. ... The opposite of love is indifference, and the opposite of happiness is -- here's the clincher -- boredom."
- - Timothy Ferriss,
The 4-Hour Workweek

Work is not challenging, nothing new or exciting is going on, there's nothing really to look forward to besides more of the same...

I'm tired of my dad being sick, dealing with my family, trying to figure out what I want...

It's totally up to me to fix these things, of course, which is where the RELUCTANT part comes in and the WEARINESS traps me.

I've been engaging in more creative-artsy type things and I've really been enjoying that, but my pleasure is diminished by all the BORING things constantly looming over me. All the things I lack the motivation and self-discipline to do...

I guess I'm whining, but it's MY blog and I'm allowed to do that. I know I need to figure out what I want, start moving, and stay moving. And I will...but tonight, I wallow.

3 Post-Tuesday

Embroidery: Not Just for Little Old Ladies Anymore!

Go me!

:: In the Crafters Eye #8

You are this weeks Spotlight. This is for the group,
Treasures made by Hand...

Thank You,
Shelly : )

Check it out - Treasures Made by Hand

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The other thing I wanted to say

People and their assumptions and their decisions based on their assumptions....they annoy me.

Random quote stuck in my head

“Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity”

William Butler Yeats

No idea how that got in my head...

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Considering the # of times I've fallen down the stairs and run into the wall this week...

...it's a bit ironic that I was born on a Tuesday, eh?

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

When Bill and I were in Auckland playing Pub Trivia, one of the questions was about Wednesday's child. We got it wrong. :/

Friday, September 19, 2008

MY Constant

If anything goes wrong...
Originally uploaded by {Amy_Jane}
See my entry from 9/13/08...

I first asked Florida Bill to be My Constant - since he's my Back-Up, I thought he may as well be My Constant too; however, he asked all sorts of silly questions about my need for a Constant and blah blah blah...

So then I asked Nic and his response was, "I'm in."

Phew - it's a relief knowing that if I ever get lost in time and/or space and something goes wrong, I have Nic J.

My Fat Little Fairy Bug

My latest creation...
Originally uploaded by {Amy_Jane}
I made this little guy in a few minutes out of polymer clay, wire, some plastic jewels - I think he is adorable!

You can't tell from this picture, but he has antennae and a tail.

He's looking up at the stars, I think...

Anyway, a work in progress.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Mosaic Monday

16 Random Favorites
Originally uploaded by {Amy_Jane}
16 pictures from my collection of *Favorites* on Flickr!

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The New Normal?

I haven't known normality in a long time.

I've spent the past 3 years waiting for the dust to settle, trying to figure out which end is up, trying to find a place to belong in a world that I can't seem to make sense of...

Who can I count on to be *there*?

How do I spend the holidays?

What do I *always* do?

Where's home?

What matters? Who cares? What's the point?

I need a Constant.

"If anything goes wrong, Desmond Hume will be MY constant."

I love Lost.

Thursday, September 11, 2008


The flag at the Holiday where I stopped to get a cookie, a chocolate donut, and a 16.3 ounce Sugar Free Red Bull was at half-mast today. I noted it, but didn't make the connection to it being 9/11. (It feels like some dramatic music should play as I type that; or a "duh-duh-duh" at the very least...)

So, 9/11. It was fall semester of my senior year of college: I was taking a few Cultural Studies classes and writing my senior paper, Tara and I had all the same classes, I was dating Sam, working at Select Comfort, living at home in Brooklyn Park...

For whatever reason, I was listening to the KQRS Morning Show as I was driving to pick Sam up that morning. I usually listened to CD's and never that particular show, but I was that day. The news came in and Tom Bernard was describing what he was seeing on TV. It was very puzzling; hard to envision.

I got to Sam's and went inside and told him we should turn on the TV. His dad joined us and we watched...Crazy things happen all the time; we've been desensitzed; news is dramatized to an extent that it's become meaningless...it was interesting, but we went on with our mornings.

The U of MN was quiet...Tara and I went to our first class. The professor, a guy we liked because he was cute in a heterosexually-totally-gay-but-not-kind-of-way, almost cried. We went to our next class, Fairy Tales with the fantastic Professor Jack Zipes, and learned that the school would be closing at noon.

The U of MN never closes.

We went to Pizza Hut for the lunch buffet. All of campus and Dinkytown was quiet. I tracked Sam down and he met me and we went home...

Life went on. I got a bit addicted to the TV coverage that played non-stop for weeks on end, but soon got sick of hearing about it all and just wished we could watch the freaking Simpsons reruns again.

I cried once. A little girl with a pug dog didn't know if her dad was alive. He was, they were reunited...he seemed happy, yet so shocked. I am guessing it was largely due to all the cameras and reporters. They cried, I cried.

Almost 5 months ago today

My feet in NZ
Originally uploaded by {Amy_Jane}

I love New Zealand.