tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60669722024-03-07T18:25:35.313-05:00passion...schmassionschmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.comBlogger817125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-16411677187799130892011-08-07T22:27:00.002-04:002011-08-07T22:40:09.520-04:00day ?????: realityIt's been a while and forgive me if I no longer pour out my heart and soul. Things have changed (slightly) and the less people know about the private me, the better. I thinkI struggle with my new life. I found my passion a few years back and I did my darnest to make something out of it. And so I did to an extent. My new found "fame" (if you will) hasn't really done me a schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-52997585028895187542011-01-27T14:09:00.005-05:002011-01-27T14:24:28.586-05:00day 12476: screwed up... damn. sads. bad at this. but now i know what not to do next time.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-17090186745041670312011-01-23T20:54:00.002-05:002011-01-23T20:56:34.816-05:00day 12472: how?It took me years to figure out what I truly want out of my life. And now that I finally know, regardless of how much I try to make it happen and how badly I want it, it's still up to the gods of fate to grant me the wish of a lifetime. Wanting something badly is not enough when you have no way to make it a reality.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-61660429933062513542011-01-06T18:37:00.001-05:002011-01-06T18:38:31.581-05:00day 12455: on datingI'm old. They're old. We're all too old to play games.I hate games.I hate uncertainty.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-34603045657462146072010-11-30T16:34:00.003-05:002010-11-30T16:52:43.808-05:00day ?????: the annual pre-birthday roundupIt's been a while, my friends... it's been a while since the voices inside my head demanded to be heard. Ok, there aren't any actual voices in my head, but still what can I say?In typical Schmassion fashion, come birthday time every year I start thinking about where I've been, where I'm going and what the heck I want to be when I grow up. This year hasschmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-85012031888544849542010-10-26T09:31:00.001-04:002010-10-26T09:31:46.130-04:00schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-51102029665396318232010-10-07T17:54:00.002-04:002010-10-07T18:00:56.623-04:00it's october. in 2 weeks, i head out to one of the craziest things that will ever happen to me in my life. already offshoots are starting to happen and i'm not prepared for this. i'm just a simple girl with simple desires who likes simple things.adios reality.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-83477427413359645522010-06-26T15:11:00.003-04:002010-06-26T15:15:23.970-04:00day 12261: harper's hullabulooShould be working on a cake, but watching Marine One, decoy & other military helicopters fly by my window. Never seen so many helicopters in my life... Motorcades coming eastbound on the Gardiner? Strange... Have cp24 on in the background. Things looks like they're starting to get rough over there... drat - have to find a way around the perimeter and through schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-5914969468970288162010-06-05T23:21:00.002-04:002010-06-05T23:27:33.437-04:00day 12240: one eighty...I've spent so many years trying to hide my real self on the net that it scares me half to death that I'm now google-able. But hey, if lowering my standards, pimping myself out and joining stalkerbook helps me sell more cakes, then I'm going to do it. Ugh.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-17692117716299161952010-05-31T18:05:00.003-04:002010-05-31T18:14:06.105-04:00day 12235: vacation over... back to realityWhen life gets really busy, I spend so much of my energy just trying to survive that I lose track of what is truly important. I feel guilty, but when I realize that we're all frantically paddling just to keep our heads above water I don't feel as bad. A week of sun, fun and excessive amounts of sleep... now I'm recharged and ready to conquer the world.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-12039036022905432562010-04-25T22:35:00.002-04:002010-04-25T22:37:43.632-04:00day 12193: disappointmentPerhaps I was too cocky... perhaps I was too confident... perhaps I thought I had it in the bag and didn't go that extra mile.2 major disappointments within one weekend, but of course, nothing I can't handle. It just makes me want to try harder next time...schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-25051078424371095342010-04-05T16:38:00.003-04:002010-04-05T16:42:01.684-04:00day 12173: i've been doing a lot of writing... just not hereIt's more difficult being honest to one's self than to be honest to someone else. I've realized recently that I lie to myself an awful lot and that until I start admitting the truth to myself, my life is always going to be a continuous circle of confusion.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-89138928921401337142010-03-18T15:09:00.001-04:002010-03-18T15:12:06.964-04:00day 12155: so maybe i am a little too excited Subject: Yayayya!me: Reservation made!! We're sitting at the sushi bar! :)sista: haha. is this the place with the hot sushi chef? haha.me: no comment. why would you think that?sista: It was the double ya on the "yayayya" that gave it away ;)wscus: That's funny - plus were sitting at the sushi bar :) sista: Exactly! (Double wink!) ;) ;)schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-63475850651199371692010-03-16T12:51:00.000-04:002010-03-16T13:51:50.687-04:00day 12153: I chose to be tired. I chose to be resentful.Choice… one little word with so much meaning. Sure, everyone knows they have a choice in what they do and how they live their lives, but do they recognize that everything they do, they do because they made a choice? Accountability, responsibility… acceptance of the choice, it’s too easy to pass things off as “I didn’t want to, I had to, schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-20873460536823773222010-03-10T21:43:00.002-05:002010-03-10T21:49:40.331-05:00day 12148: taming the bratThe brat and I have been going to yet another round of obedience school. It's not that she doesn't know what is wanted from her, she does. She's just a stubborn crazy dog who'd rather spend her day hiding under the bed than to face a 5 minute car ride to the beach.Bribes aside, it was pretty ironic that at the last class, she was the superstar heeler and the dunce at schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-15547821264117828432010-02-28T18:33:00.002-05:002010-02-28T18:36:04.651-05:00day 12138: GO CANADA GO!!!Whiskey was a nervous wreck during the gold medal hockey game!schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-86456802474646382662010-02-26T16:45:00.001-05:002010-02-26T16:45:55.477-05:00day 12136: why?This past week, a number of people asked me why I tend to be harder on potential suitors than on people who are already part of my life and commented that if I were to be as easy-going with suitors-to-be, my success rate at finding someone would be a lot higher.Good point, I always replied. I never had an answer to the question. I didn’t realize that I was harder on them. But schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-54575741294293314332010-02-23T08:05:00.000-05:002010-02-23T15:06:07.748-05:00day 12133: all my ducks in a rowFor the first time in a long time, I went to bed feeling happy and content. At first I didn’t recognize the emotion. It was an eerie calm. I lay in bed with the brat’s head on my shoulder and whispered my secrets into her ears. She stared at me with her soulful brown eyes and licked my chin every once in a while as if to tell me that she understood what I was schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-21713773578409382502010-02-22T17:52:00.000-05:002010-02-22T17:52:01.236-05:00day 12132: makes for a nice rom-com, eh?Once upon a time, there was a guy who had a crush on a girl. Girl wasn’t supposed to know about the crush, found out anyway and did absolutely nothing because hey, she didn’t even know the guy.Poor guy. :(Guy moves on but for some reason the girl doesn’t. Poor girl. :(Ending needs work, but at least there’s a beginning.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-64149627538110062492010-02-19T17:11:00.001-05:002010-02-19T17:11:50.306-05:00day 12129: perhaps not as lost as I think I amThere’s no question that I live a life full of befuddlement. I’ve never known exactly what I want out of life. I putter and bounce around from one activity to the next, pick up hobbies and drop them just as quickly. A lot of my hobbies revolve(d) around sports and physical activities and a lot of them do (did) not. And that is sometimes really schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-80586979720927132442010-02-05T16:49:00.003-05:002010-02-05T16:51:29.258-05:00day 12115: something nice and fluffy on a friday afternoon... the fridge conversation between the maternal one, uncle t. and myself after the Brat ate a third of a block of butter...schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-30615164810591593702009-12-09T21:22:00.004-05:002009-12-26T10:25:36.259-05:00one butt fuck of a shitty yearFirst the softball to the head. Then the sprained left ankle and dislocated foot bone while walking the dogs... And now the other ankle sprained. I am the frickin queen of klutzs. When I die, they will canonize me and make me the patron saint of klutzs. I deserve it.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-43656970973346796502009-11-17T23:11:00.001-05:002009-11-17T23:15:59.207-05:00RIP, my heartThe last picture taken of my darling Tootsiepop. Good bye Princess-poop-a-lot. You are loved.schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-30467698671361228112009-11-10T18:53:00.002-05:002009-11-10T18:59:55.990-05:00day12029: the skinny on being singleMost days the freedom and the lack of responsibility to another person is wonderful and a heck of a lot of fun. But then you realize that it makes you slightly uneasy that everyone else around you is married and popping out babies faster than bunnies in springtime and then you start to wonder (for the briefest of moments) if the matter really is you and not schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066972.post-33229973508873141432009-10-13T22:31:00.002-04:002009-10-13T22:37:13.558-04:00day12001: it's always depressing when you hit another thousandsome things I've learned in the past few days:- I have an incredibly strong right hand that now is crippled from squeezing a piping bag filled with stupidly made royal icing- melted gummi bears looks like snot- the business sideof things really sucks- I'm ready to retire to a country home with a garden to putter in and enough whimsy schmassionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13070851398177108249noreply@blogger.com2