Queen of Love and Beauty

Tuesday, March 30, 2004


In the midst of the cleaning frezy that went on this past weekend I did go out to the storage closet (that sounds like a bigger trip than it is…. it is just on my patio) and look for a piece of writing that I did in high school. Pay dirt was the first of the three Rubbermaid trunks (I have a total of four of these in varying colors) where I had stuff from high school, camp, etc. This is a trunk full of memories and stuff that most people would have left at the home of a parental unit but some how I have gotten moved four times and still have all of this in my direct possesion. If it were left at dad’s who knows if it would still be around (Stacy has this thing for throwing everything away… :) ) and if it were left at mom’s I am sure that I would never see it again until I had children of my own that were old enough to participate in the going though of the trunk and laugh at me the entire time. I am still getting over the fact that every thing in there is at least 10 years old or more.

Anywho… the writing…. I never found it. That trunk was so full I knew going through it for any reason was going to take awhile and I decided to save that for a better place and a better time. I know it is somewhere and most likely in that trunk. I have seen it since high school. It will eventually be found and posted. I did however find a scrapbook of sorts that I started in high school. It was not the one that you put all of your “senior memories” in… I have that one some where else… fairly visible but no visitor have ever picked it up (thank goodness). It was one that I started after being inspired by an older, very distant cousin that I have only seen one time. She was someone who went to college and partied alot and to a nobody like me that sounded cool. She had a scapbook with clipings, photos and such, plus some writing. I went home and started one of my own. I guess you could call this my first journal/scapbook. There were no blogs back then. I was probably one of the few people in my school that was getting online, connecting to prodigy and bbs boards (we always had a computer in the house from the time I was either in kindergarten or 1st grade). It was strange flipping through it and seeing thing things that I felt moved enough were interesting to include. Once again, something that would be better gone through at a better place and time. I put the blog-wannabe back in the trunk, closed the lid and loaded all the things, that had to be removed from the closet for me to get to the trunck, back in the closet (Christmas tree, ornaments, etc.).

Then another thought crossed my mind – in one of the other two trunks I did not explore there should be my three Cabbage Patch Dolls. I am trying to write more to expose myself… not in a dirty way but in a way that shows me more for why I am the way I am. Maybe that may not apply to much to that post but that was a pathetic confession. Consider it a cookie.

posted by Amy at 3:26 pm  

Sunday, March 28, 2004

cleaning up

Today I have finally gotten some serious cleaning done. I have lost count of the number of loads and dishes and clothes I have washed. Nothing beats the clean smell of bleach. The cats aren’t happy about all this commotion but just wait until I turn on the vaccum cleaner – they are really going to love the giant blue monster.

Called the cable people this morning. Come to find out they still had me as having cable tv along with tons of pay channels (I called them in January and dumped everything but the modem… evidently all the woman took off was Starz). The woman I talked to this morning told me to call back tomorrow to find out where things stood. Good enough.

posted by Amy at 9:39 pm  

Friday, March 26, 2004

velour track suit

I have a velour track suit. I love this track suit except for the big, thick elastic band that the maker of said track suit has decided should be part of the waist, along with what appears to be just a decorative piece of string. I hate this elastic. I hate any pants that have this. It is like they want you to feel self conscious wearing their clothes. The want you to feel fat, even if you bought a large. This weekend my trusty seam ripper and these pants are going to have a little talk – the elastic is going to go, leaving that string to tie and hold them up. I have other pants like this (sans elastic) – why couldn’t these have been this way to begin with. They would have sold so many more if they didn’t have that damn elastic in there. I am sure that I would have bought at least one more set in a different color. Not to mention, the improvement in the comfort factor. If this works out well I bet these things are on sale now, and now I will buy more. Hehehehe…. I knew I could do other things besides making bias strips and veils.

posted by Amy at 4:41 pm  

Thursday, March 25, 2004

so far

This week is going good so far. I am moving ahead with projects that will have a big impact on me. I am working to stop under estimating myself. Nothing about what I have planned is going to be easy, but then again nothing good ever is. I am forging ahead with a “can do” attitude. With time and patience I believe that I will get what I am deserving.

Other than that, TJ is in from New York and it looks I will be seeing him tonight. It has been awhile since I have seen him so there is much catching up to do.

posted by Amy at 2:11 pm  

Monday, March 22, 2004

cats are better

posted by Amy at 6:20 pm  

Wednesday, March 17, 2004


The drivers license has been renewed and Saturday is the day – another year, another… well….ummm…. birthday. Last year it was crossing into a new decade of my life. This year it is about trying to forget my real age. Forget the fact that the only time I am carded now is when I am entering a place where they are carding everyone, no matter what (I am sure that if I forgot my license it would not be a big deal… they would not treat me like some kid trying to sneak in). Part of me is glad that the young days are over while another part of me is kicking and screaming at the whole growing up thing. All I know is to keep telling myself that I am turning 29… again (for the third time).

posted by Amy at 6:38 pm  

Wednesday, March 17, 2004


I just wanted my hair to be brown again. How hard could it be? Pick the color, mix and apply to head. Wait a little while, rinse, wash, condition, dry. Right now, at least to me, it looks redder than it was before. I did not pick red. I picked light golden brown, and I never have thougbt of myself as a light brown. Maybe a medium, but never a light. Definitely not a red. Red is ok everywhere else but my hair. I am ok with doing my own hair for the rest of my life like this as long as I don’t have any of the nonsense that I am having now. All I wanted was my brown hair back.

posted by Amy at 12:00 am  

Monday, March 15, 2004

hair, party and toy guns

My hair is now done. Pictures soon to follow.

Tommy‘s party was fun but really crowded. I still can’t believe that the police were called. I told Tommy that after the Christmas party I could no longer look at his hottub the same way again due to the events that occured that night. I really can’t ever see myself getting in that thing again. I know too much.

I was awakened this morning to the sound of something strange. Thought at first it was cat related, but then realised it wasn’t. At that point I opened the front door and looked outside to find to small children being taught to play with toy guns (I think they were either bb guns or cap guns) by some lovely, less-than-responsible adult. They were definitely younger than the “You’ll shoot your eye out” kid. Water guns I am ok with. In this day and age, with the amount of violence that is fed to kids on a daily basis (I have heard that the school bullies are typically meaner too) there is no need for guns like this in play. How about something battery powered that makes cool noises instead?

posted by Amy at 5:01 pm  

Thursday, March 11, 2004

this week sucks

Last week was great. Had fun with good people. This week is sucking a**. Today has been especially bad. I will fore go the details. It is just bad. Part of me wants to think that it will get better but as soon as I start hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel something else will happen. I am tired and stressed. Add headache and sore back onto that. I am ready to go home.

I am going to do the hair this weekend. With the help of Stacy I am going to look more like me. This will be good.

posted by Amy at 5:57 pm  

Sunday, March 7, 2004

this weekend

Finally got to see 50 First Dates this weekend and definitely recommend it. I had seen the commercials but I had no idea how deep the story could actually go. I hope the dvd has plenty of extras.

Went to the car show at the Dallas Convention Center today. Matt and I lucked out – we got in line for tickets and just as we did that a woman came up behind us, asked us if we were there for tickets, and then gave us two tickets that she had not used. Very nice! It was my first time to go to a car show so I didn’t realize that going to those things really makes you want a new car. I also didn’t realize that things can disappear at the car show – gear shift knobs, knobs off of A/C controls, etc. Accidents also happen – there was a BMW outside that looked as if it was supposed to be inside but had a mishap that damaged the body and prevented that from happening.

posted by Amy at 8:15 pm  
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