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Lindsey
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
BONHOMIE BULLPEN Phase 2... Of many many phases.
Free wood stove hand sprayed by, well you know who.
Free again, times six. I think we have spent under $300 so far.
Some mid-century bar seats at $5 each, hunted by Josh.
To be continued. Nightly. Lindsey.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Sentiment of Comfort, "People as Places as People."
I have heard this song a thousand times but I never really listened to it before. Repeat is making up for that. Maybe it is very simple to everyone else but the lyrics keep echoing through the sleeping quarters of my disjoined brain. I will be paying close attention to the places I have already been, or have access to, before my room key expires. Attender.
To answer the question
It'll probably take more
If you're already there
Well, you probably don't know
Well, we were the people
That we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go
It's hard to get hold of
And hard to let go
Always something we'd looked for
From the day we were born
Instead we're the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go
And we're the places that we wanted to go
And we're the places that we wanted to go
And we're the places that we wanted to go
Always asking a question
And I don't want to know
Like the wind across strings
That had finally let go
And the people you loved
But you didn't quite know
And they're the places that you wanted to go
Bark at the neighbors
And then bark at the dog
He's sniffling and wimpering
For someone to know
But we were the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted go
Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go
Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go
It was not the intention
But we let it all go
Well, it messed up the function
And sure fucked up the flow
I hardly have people that I needed to know
Because you're the people that I wanted to know
All this scrambling around
Hunting high and then low
Looking for a face, love
Or somewhere to go
I hardly have places that I need to go
Because you're the places that I wanted to go
Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go
Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go
To answer the question
It'll probably take more
If you're already there
Well, you probably don't know
Well, we were the people
That we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go
It's hard to get hold of
And hard to let go
Always something we'd looked for
From the day we were born
Instead we're the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go
And we're the places that we wanted to go
And we're the places that we wanted to go
And we're the places that we wanted to go
Always asking a question
And I don't want to know
Like the wind across strings
That had finally let go
And the people you loved
But you didn't quite know
And they're the places that you wanted to go
Bark at the neighbors
And then bark at the dog
He's sniffling and wimpering
For someone to know
But we were the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted go
Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go
Yeah, we're the places that we wanted to go
It was not the intention
But we let it all go
Well, it messed up the function
And sure fucked up the flow
I hardly have people that I needed to know
Because you're the people that I wanted to know
All this scrambling around
Hunting high and then low
Looking for a face, love
Or somewhere to go
I hardly have places that I need to go
Because you're the places that I wanted to go
Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go
Yeah, you're the places that we wanted to go
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
And while you're at it....
She really wants this too. She would like me to wear it for the next 18 years before relinquishing it to her.
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=11788130
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
It is -22 in Calgary and I am here, Anti-Banana.
Sailor's favorite time to dance is between 11:00 PM and 2:00 AM occasionally a bit later. I think she gets this from me. Sometimes I stay awake just to hang out with her. I feel like we are thinking about the same things. Six days left of work and then off for six months. I haven't been workless for that sort of stretch of time since I was 16. These thoughts of things that I will be able to make and plan and study are filling my body with adrenaline. Whoa, I need to calm down, or chew on this bag of Red Rose Canadian tea.
Bananas are evil in more ways than I had been warned. They cause severe heartburn. Heartburn that is stronger than the Hulk of antacids, Prilosec. I hired Prilosec to protect me three months ago and he hadn't let me down, until now.
Bananas are evil in more ways than I had been warned. They cause severe heartburn. Heartburn that is stronger than the Hulk of antacids, Prilosec. I hired Prilosec to protect me three months ago and he hadn't let me down, until now.
Monday, December 14, 2009
"Changed my mind so much I can't even trust it. My mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself."
Sometimes internet blogging frightens the hell out of me. Sometimes I feel lonely enough to share but not needy enough to phone a friend or make one. Screens have taken over a hefty percentage of my interaction with humans. But I think I like it. Gossip is no longer gossip it is entertainment, so here you are let me try to entertain you.
The last time you heard from me we were leaving Ireland like 8 months ago. Since then we moved to Portland, found out I was pregnant, moved back home and bought a house, found out she is a girl. All of this while trying to plan a unifying fete next August.
Her name will be Sailor. When I was 19 I worked in the Pike Place market for the Soundview Cafe very briefly, one of the orders came in under the name "Sailor." After a little investigating I found out the order was put in under the name of a tiny three year old southern wild woman. I have saved that name in my memory since then and I am convinced the only reason I worked there was to steal it. Her middle name will remain a secret, when she arrives she can tell you. A girl must have a few secrets.
Sailor is scheduled to arrive on February 18th and I am hoping she is punctual. Pregnancy is more horrible than anything anyone has ever told you. If anyone says they like it they are lying or starving for attention. I will show you my legs and that should frighten you enough to consider adoption.
Josh and I bought a house in Buckley from his parents in fact we signed the papers on Saturday. It is a bizarre feeling to own something and know that you can paint it, or knock a wall out whenever you feel like it. It is also scary when a pipe freezes and you realize there is no landlord to call and you better consult Grandpa Google to try and take care of it. We bought a few vintage Iranian rugs this weekend, one for Sailor and one for us. Pregnancy has turned me into a minimalist and I have a habit of trying to sell everything I find in our house on Ebay. My possessions and I have always had a very volatile relationship. In the back of our house there is a little shed that was in pretty bad shape, Josh has been working on it every night after work since we moved in. I haven't admitted to him how impressed I am by his craftsmanship. I had no idea he was even capable of this type of carpentry, maybe Jesus taught him. He is turning the space into an art studio for us. We have had so many ideas and plans over the years but have let them sit on the back burner. Its time for us to attach a Brillow pad to our drills and dust them off and get started. My Etsy account has only made purchases.
I am ok with my zip code being 98321 for now. Ya, selfishly I would have loved to stay in Portland but after thinking long and hard about my options I realized that being close to family and friends is the best decision for us and Sailorita. Help is freedom. Freedom is travel. Travel is learning. Learning is what satisfies me. I would like to think that my last four years as a flight attendant haven't been a waste, I have gotten to go places and meet people that I never would have been able to otherwise. I know that the time for me to move on is only a degree away. I have known that. I've never been sure of what I wanted to go to school for. I have looked at so many programs and tried to imagine myself doing different jobs and they never have settled quite right, until now. I've realized that there is a passing zone where creativity and originality overtake money, and the wealthy look like slobs. It may be short lived but there is always a point at which the inventive own the road. I want to become an industrial designer and start school next fall or winter. Sailor will get her first passport stamp in Copenhagen Airport next October and Josh and I will suck in as much Danish culture and design as we can. And when we return home I will get to work in our little BONHOMIE BULLPEN. And I won't forget to start dreaming up the plans for my mini Christiania embarkation in 2012.
Lindsey Eames.
The last time you heard from me we were leaving Ireland like 8 months ago. Since then we moved to Portland, found out I was pregnant, moved back home and bought a house, found out she is a girl. All of this while trying to plan a unifying fete next August.
Her name will be Sailor. When I was 19 I worked in the Pike Place market for the Soundview Cafe very briefly, one of the orders came in under the name "Sailor." After a little investigating I found out the order was put in under the name of a tiny three year old southern wild woman. I have saved that name in my memory since then and I am convinced the only reason I worked there was to steal it. Her middle name will remain a secret, when she arrives she can tell you. A girl must have a few secrets.
Sailor is scheduled to arrive on February 18th and I am hoping she is punctual. Pregnancy is more horrible than anything anyone has ever told you. If anyone says they like it they are lying or starving for attention. I will show you my legs and that should frighten you enough to consider adoption.
Josh and I bought a house in Buckley from his parents in fact we signed the papers on Saturday. It is a bizarre feeling to own something and know that you can paint it, or knock a wall out whenever you feel like it. It is also scary when a pipe freezes and you realize there is no landlord to call and you better consult Grandpa Google to try and take care of it. We bought a few vintage Iranian rugs this weekend, one for Sailor and one for us. Pregnancy has turned me into a minimalist and I have a habit of trying to sell everything I find in our house on Ebay. My possessions and I have always had a very volatile relationship. In the back of our house there is a little shed that was in pretty bad shape, Josh has been working on it every night after work since we moved in. I haven't admitted to him how impressed I am by his craftsmanship. I had no idea he was even capable of this type of carpentry, maybe Jesus taught him. He is turning the space into an art studio for us. We have had so many ideas and plans over the years but have let them sit on the back burner. Its time for us to attach a Brillow pad to our drills and dust them off and get started. My Etsy account has only made purchases.
I am ok with my zip code being 98321 for now. Ya, selfishly I would have loved to stay in Portland but after thinking long and hard about my options I realized that being close to family and friends is the best decision for us and Sailorita. Help is freedom. Freedom is travel. Travel is learning. Learning is what satisfies me. I would like to think that my last four years as a flight attendant haven't been a waste, I have gotten to go places and meet people that I never would have been able to otherwise. I know that the time for me to move on is only a degree away. I have known that. I've never been sure of what I wanted to go to school for. I have looked at so many programs and tried to imagine myself doing different jobs and they never have settled quite right, until now. I've realized that there is a passing zone where creativity and originality overtake money, and the wealthy look like slobs. It may be short lived but there is always a point at which the inventive own the road. I want to become an industrial designer and start school next fall or winter. Sailor will get her first passport stamp in Copenhagen Airport next October and Josh and I will suck in as much Danish culture and design as we can. And when we return home I will get to work in our little BONHOMIE BULLPEN. And I won't forget to start dreaming up the plans for my mini Christiania embarkation in 2012.
Lindsey Eames.
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