crocheted baby blanket.

my first ever crocheted baby blanket i think it came out alright.

it took about two weeks of on and off crocheting ..

and i made the hat and little mittens in a couple of hours.

right now i'm working on crocheted pinafore dress for manuel's little cousin.

and we also picked up some really cheap patterns at joann's today can't wait to figure out that one and maybe break another needle on my sewing machine.

-M

fred and ginger.

i've been watching a bunch and fred astaire movies lately

and falling in love with each viewing particularly the ones with Ginger Rogers.

i first saw fred in Funny Face and i thought he had a bulbous head. which i still think he does. but i watched quite a few of his films with ginger and absolutely fell in love. i just wanna be scooped up and danced into a dream. Ginger rogers was so beautiful. and someone said something during the time they were making the 10 films together that "fred gives ginger class and ginger gives fred sex (appeal)"and i couldn't agree more. just because you see this beautiful women pining for this funny looking man. it's the dancing and the way they look into eachothers eyes.

if you've never seen any of the films just watch one... probably anyone of the ten and you will be hooked.

shall we dance and the gay divorcee are probably my top ones right now..

but all the story lines blur a little after watching all of them in a row.

skinny love

valentines day.
i found my unaccounted for valentines day cards.
next year i'm gonna send out a bunch more.
i really enjoy making cards.
and i found that by the last one they became a bit more elaborate than just happy v-day.
with a big fish hook heart in the middle..
maybe i'll start sending out happy birthday cards for each person i know..
when their special day comes around.
valentines day.. was really fun..
i haven't had a romantic day like that in a while..
manuel called me up and i struggled hardxcore to put my hair up into victory rolls.
it was not easy and i feel bad because i hate putting hairspray in my hair but i pumped out the fricken bottle just to keep it up..
i hate the harsh crunchyness that is my hair after that chemical waste but i loved the result..
i must try it again..
i ripped my fav. pair of tights.
and we went walking in westwood..
where we stopped to eat at the stand.
mmmm pickles..
mmmm. crazy potato chips.
so good.
then we kept walking just looking around it was a nicer windy warmer day..
the air was somewhat clean..
we headed over to the cemetery afterward. to visit jimmy stewart and also to see if we can find l.frank baums grave.
we did.
manuel did.
there was a note on his grave as well.
which i read.
i don't remember enough to recite it word for word.
but it basically asked for appraisal in an upcoming project the woman had..
she was working on some sort of film i gather based on what she had wrote..
she thanked him for writing something so great that it stuck with her since she was a child..
the more i think about it the more sweet it becomes..
ashley belton i believe her name was..
so i'm on the look out for a director/producer/writer.
by that name..
i'll keep my eyes open.
so afterward we headed to pasadena where gelato was digested while quick steps were taken over hard concrete..
we headed underground to a music shop where manuel tried and failed to locate a certain book on conducting.
and to another urban outfitters we went..
i enjoy places like pasadena and westwood.
but i don't always enjoy the people..
but meh.
and over to the drive-in afterward.
to check out friday the 13th.
and he's just not that into you..
which makes no sense to me..
why would you place a horror film right next ot a chick flick.
i suppose it's the best of both worlds for a date night..
which i pretty much was..
but usually it's one genre or the other..
you can't have both..
manuel fell asleep in the middle of the second..
nice one bebe..
all in all it was a bunch a fun and some time for much needed walks.
we are leaving soon to nevada.
and my aunt who can be sweet and incredibly unknowledgably annoying at the same time..
informed me that she was indeed as well making a german chocolate cake.
i almost cursed right there.
ugh.
i'm not showing up with a present or card or anything at the moment..
except for that cake and then low and behold she's making one as well.
FUCK.
she told me to make it anyway.
in my head i'm like..
i know there is going to be 8 people but come on two three layer german chocolate cakes in the course of two days..
no way.
i dunno at this point i might just make my carrot cake but i'd really rather not..
i wonder if he likes red velvet cake.
i've been wanting to make one..
maybe a banana cheese cake..
hmmm.
i don't know..
ideas?..
-m
p.s. i've already re-read the 6 and 7 hp books in the past 3 months but i kind of wanna again..
this wait is unfair.

Manuel and i are heading to Nevada next weekend for his and my grandfather's birthday
my grandparents live in a new four bedroom house which has already been not literally demolished but it has been taken quite a toll on..
they have four dogs..
my grandparents use one room
my aunt Kathy who is blind lives with them in another room..
my dad although he does not live there has a room set up for himself since he helped buy the house.
and the other room is basically used for storage..
Manuel and i are going and i just found out that my aunt Tina and her husband and I'm assuming my cousin as well..
i don't know how this is going to work.
it's gonna suck..
and she's a yuppie and by that i mean shes a bit of a bitch or at least can be..
and i know.. that there is no way that Manuel and i are getting the room..
.:sigh:.
i don't know..
I'll make sure to take many pictures of our trip..and such..
but I'm still not at excited as i was..
tomorrow is the big V-day..
Manuel and i have changed our plans at least 4 times..
i have no clue now whats gonna happened..
it didn't help that another fight occurred ..
i wish fights were more apparent sometimes..
like if we were mad at each other we'd just go at it..
because this underlying warfare is driving me crazy..
i know it's mostly my fault ..
I'm the kind of girl who expects boys to read her mind..
but i realize you really do have to spell out everything that your upset about..
and to be it just sounds naggy so i refuse to do it..
so i stick to the silent treatment.
which does nothing..
i need to come up with a new strategy.
-M
p.s. I'm looking for a newsboy cap..
anyone knows where to find a good one let me know..
I'm going to urban outfitters tomorrow but forty bucks seems a bit steep for a hat..
p.s.s. i had planned to send out quite a few valentines ..
but i lost quite a few of them.. no correction misplaced them..
if they come in a bit late please don't judge me..
xoxxoxoxooxoxooxoxo

monday night.

something really really scary happened on monday.
we were leaving the rock steady lounge. and we drove by the elliott smith memorial and everything was fine..
jenny in the back..
manuel driving me sitting passenger.
when we get on the freeway ..
these two asian kids in a bmw start flashing their lights at us..
just highbeaming away into are eyes..
it was so fucking bright..
they drive up on the side of us mouthing FUCK YOU..
what did we do?....
no idea..
tailgating forcing us to get over practically slowing to a stop in front of us.
the followed us for a couple of miles..
the whole time manuel was freaking out..
i was panicking like crazy.
and jenny was cool as a cucumber in the back..
just saying stuff like..
that's why i don't like asians..
laughing while she said it..
i've told a couple people them saying i should of called the cops
i didn't think of it at the time because i couldn't breathe.
but i guess it might not of helped because they didn't have a liscence plate number..
i don't know..
but now manuel is weary of going back..
running into the same sorta thing again..
would be disasterous...
-M

seattle.

mom and i left from the station on the 26th of december not knowing the trouble that the train would be.
over the next two days on the train we were delayed several times.
freight train ahead of us.

something wrong with the tracks.

pick up extra food.

heartattack

and finally

suicide..

somebody decided to jump in front of the train in oregon.

they announced over the loud speakers that something had happened but it has nothing to do with condition of the train and in situations like these it would take about 2 hours so we stayed in springfeild oregon for an extra two hours.

i guess it happens often

so we were supposed to reach tacoma by around 7 i think..

we didn't get there until 1in the morning so we were pretty late..and it's not exactly a nice area either so ..

it was a little scary..

but a taxi outside took us straight to the nearest best western.

where we charged everthing we had and fell asleep promptly.

the next morning i took a cold shower..

i didn't do this on purpose i just couldn't figure out the handle..

i blame my natural blondeness for my stupid quirks..

i can be a natural ditz sometimes..

mom got sick though..

and threw up..it was gross..andrew picked us up later around noon..

his car was.. well..you can tell where his priorities are..

he has a big ass screen t.v. w/cable and a ps3

it's funny though..seeing my brother after so long. he reminds me so much of our grandfather and father for that matter

it's so weird just his mannerisms and everything. sometimes he's say something and i'd close my eyes and see dad.. weird right?.. everytime i tried to talk to him about something real though i felt like he shut me out. maybe it's just because we hadn't seen eachother ina year and a half..

the first day we hung around tacoma went to this really nifty candy shop up there.. it was adorable..and we went to this park that was really pretty but very cold..

my brother gave me a really hard time the whole time about the park...

"there are parks everywhere" he says..

ugh..

we go shopping..

and the next day seattle..

where we hit up Pike Place Market. which i immensly enjoyed.

it's just a big indoor farmers market or street fair..

and it was just fun and gorgeous.

i just loved how it seemed to never end.

and while there just across the way we saw the first starbucks..

but what was even better than that.. was that we went to a really amazing russian bakery..

that was ..

wow..

i got potatoes cheese and garlic in mine and they heated it up..

oh my God.. it was so good..

it just melted in my mouth and i could feel the warm tots in my belly for at least another five minutes.

mmmmmmmm

so now i'm on the lookout for an at least half as that amazing bakery around here so far i've found one i just haven't been there yet.. but i am still looking..

hmmm

that's my brother...

he has super long hair..

and a huge nose... and he criticizes everything..

we went to the space needle via bus afterward..

where my mom felt the need to tell me she hasnt' been on the bus in over ten years or so..

it feels so difficult to try to remember what happened now..

like i'm reaching or something..

i dunno.

the space needle was huge..isn't that all it's supposed to be..

we didn't go up..

but we did go to an amazing sci-fi/music museum

saw some cool stuff..

all my pictures are up on my-space..

myspace.com/goosedoll
if you wanna check it out.
i miss my brother more and more now that i think about seattle..

i miss the cold weather the clean air..

the way the ice sounds under my boots and my brothers laugh.. akward and endless.

the glass museum was amazing.

although very short.

we got to go to the "hot shop" where we got to see them actually blowing glass.

it was kind of awesome..

we went outside afterward on this bridge that was over the trainstation.

and it had a wall that was all these glass shelves and inside all the shelves were filled with glass vases filled with glass flowers and glass vines..

very pretty..

but since it was ona bridge it was fricken cold.

the air would just keep pushing us down harder and harder..

my face was frozen..

but again i felt it was easier to say nothing than to announce to everyone how cold it was every 2 seconds..

i dunno..

i just realized a couple of days ago that my jacket still smells like my brothers place.

-m.

i'm home..
more later..
*falls asleep*