Easter 2009

I know I'm a little late, but here is a pictorial of my Easter celebrations...

Firstly, there were eggs!



These are pretty simple to make, just mix food coloring with water and white vinegar, then mix in a teaspoon of olive oil. Add the eggs and mix! The dye will not stick where the oil is. These are green, blue, purple and apricot.

Also, nummies!

A lemon ginger pound cake...



and a chocolate pecan pie.



YUM!

Then, my little brother got some moon sand for Easter, so we had a little bit of fun with that. I made a little story, with the help of my sister, henceforth dubbed Kitty.

The Great Bird Army!



Grrr!



Oh no, monster Kitty!



Wreckage...



Mourning, and...



Triumph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, yeah, pretty much a good day!

Interweb reviews: Stumble

Hello, my name is Sidewalkgoddess, and I am an obsessive googler.

I am the google Queen, and despite the fact that some of my friends think that this is a negative thing, I disagree. I have such a reputation that no one ever asked my why I did not get the iphone when I went to get a smart phone (I have a gphone, of course.) However, my googling prowess can still fail me, if my creativity fails me.

You see, it is possible to get into a googling rut. Same comedy sites, film blogs, nursery school searches and image searches of terrible skin diseases and/or parasites... (what, you look at stuff like that too, right? Right?)

Wikipedia and YouTube have helped a little when it comes to opening you up to strange things, but there is still a thread to what you were looking at originally (usually...)

Comic from XKCD.com, an awesomtastic web comic. Check it out.

So in comes stumble, a flashy little site I have been purposefully ignoring for a while now. Well ignore no longer! I go and I sign up, and I start stumbling. One thing I can suggest to you, however, is to restart your browser right away. I downloaded the toolbar, and was too lazy to restart. I started stumbling and was having a great time, but there were certain sites I kept getting over and over again. Then whenever I tried to stumble just in the crafts section… I would get only one feckin page over and over again.

I hate you

I finally did restart my browser, and did see the wonder and glory of their tool bar.

Everything you ever needed to know about me...

So, all in all, pretty awesome. If you want to check me out, you can find me at http://sidewalkgoddess.stumbleupon.com/

Until next time, which will hopefully be soon.

The First Post

As I type this, I am sitting on a Murphy bed in my studio apartment I share with my husband in Hollywood Florida. I am slightly overweight, in my underwear, and I called in sick from my job at a law firm - even though I am not sick - because I was pissed about the two days this week that I was sick and went in anyway. I am 36 days away from being 23.

How did this happen to my life?

Now, don't get the impression that I am some miserable bitch whining about how the world owes me something. For one thing, I am not miserable, another thing is that the only person I expect things from is myself.

If I compared my life to the lives lived by the women I went to high school with, then I am far and away out stripping their lives in ways that would make them weep with envy as I told them about my fantastic husband, our awesome friends, the cool shit we do weekly.

I was never one for living my life based on other people.

This is not to say I am better, but maybe I am. I believe all people are born equal. I do not believe that all people die equal. History is a job and you have to earn your place in it. You may not get to pick your position, but you can secure your place. With all of my supposed potential I have been hearing about since I was 9 years old, why have I accomplished so little? If I am one tenth as talented as people claimed, why have I accomplished so little? My place in history is guaranteed.

But not my position.

I am publicly admitting what I have known for so long that I cannot remember the first time my inner voice formed these words. I am afraid of failure. I fear that the thoughts and opinions and projects and ideas that I pour my heart into will be met with scorn and ridicule. I fear those people who misunderstand or twist what I am saying, and fear even more those who understand and disagree. I fear putting my ideas out into a place where there exist whole communities of people who are smarter and more creative than I am.

I fear having my grammar corrected.

I fear that I do not fit into the nice little boxes those who know placed me in, and I fear that other boxes fit me too well. Now, I could never not be myself, I could never lie. But as far as the public is concerned, anyone outside of my tiny circle of friends, I have been no one. Is that really much better than someone else?

This is not a blog about art, or celebrities, or design, though those things may be talked about. This is not a personal diary where I will spill all of my hopes and dreams, although it could be that too. This is an exercise in me telling the world what I think, and dealing with the consequences. The world may love it, or hate it, or be indifferent, or I may be lost to the world amidst the many other voices and opinions, but at least I am putting it out there. That is all I can do.

I am not saying that I no longer care. You will not see me putting "I don't give a fuck what you think" beneath a picture of my pouty face. I do care. I just cannot let that stop me anymore.