I Blame Him

This is my husband’s fault I swear it. He brought up an odd thought earlier and now it’s stuck in my head.

Think about Reepicheep (the little fighting mouse) from the second Narnia movie.

Now think about Puss in Boots from the second Shrek movie.

Which would win in a fight? Heck, let’s take it a step further. Which is cuter?

Yes, I totally blame my husband for the fact that I even posted this in the first place.

Ps, yeah, I know I spelled cat wrong, didn’t catch it till I hit save and now it won’t let me change it.

Thoughts & A Photo Of Warmer Days

I can’t tell but things are either moving very slowly or very quickly over at the main site (written-whispers.com). I have several half written posts, a stock pile of ideas, and a few completed things that are just waiting to go up but I’m still holding back- my progress stuttering along because I have absolutely no idea where I stand with this. I do and I don’t.

I was reading a blog by a new friend the other day where he spoke about he felt being the new blogger on the block so to speak. His blog is about blogging for money, not the usual read for me but it caught my attention in the ‘oh, shiney object’ sort of way. He wrote about how he often felt he didn’t have the credentials or the right to write about what he was writing about- not sure I even worded that right but you get my point. He’d been having some trouble with other ‘blogging gurus’ who were giving him guff because he wasn’t as ‘experienced’ as they were.

It hit close to home some thoughts I’ve had on and off since I decided to go through with the whole idea of running a website ‘about’ writing. I don’t have any certificates, I’m not a teacher, hell, I’m not even published yet unless you count self publishing but- I am a writer and I’m writing about being a writer and all the things I found helpful and I thought others should know. I don’t need any credentials for that but the thing is… unlike this other blogger I don’t have -any- substantial feedback which in it’s own way makes me even more insecure than having people put me down.

At least that I can fight against, lol. Not knowing where I stand is a bit different. You can’t get better if you don’t know what’s wrong. Right?

Anyways, this is just a tiny rant to help me process some thoughts on the matter. I need to make myself put up all my posts that I have saved up but I keep wanting to give my other posts a chance to be seen and another tiny part of me is still finding the balance between this half of WW and the other. On the one end I’m trying to appear professional- you know, the hope that I’m giving the impression I know what I’m talking about and on the other end, here, I’m just being me. Sometimes my posts and thoughts fall between ‘about writing’ and about ‘myself as a writer’ but I think, or I hope, I’m starting to get the idea.

Anyways, please stop by and leave me some feedback sometime on the main site, you can find the link about or just take the /blog off the url in your browser. I don’t care if it’s bad feedback, like I typed a second ago- can’t get better if I don’t know what’s wrong so tell me, please. Be harsh, I won’t break. :)

By the way, that’s a photo I took during one of my road trips last summer. It’s beautiful isn’t it? If you look carefully, just beneath the coloring of the sunset you can see two cranes on the shore.

Smile for the Camera

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Yay! It’s photos, a friend of mine has never, ever seen any photos of me so I figured what the heck I’ll post some up. :)

This one is an old school photo of mine from back when I was sixteen. I really like how I looked that day despite the fact that I was in a really bad place at the time. I will never ever show any photos of myself before this one because I look horrible in all of them. Most of those photos show me still recovering from living in a bad place and no one needs to look at that.

Lol, I’m so tiny- you see the thing around my neck? That’s actually an ankle bracelet I turned into a choker, it’s extended with a little bit of string but not by much. It was from Cambria (spelling?) California, beautiful little butterflies all done up in rainbow colored seashells. :) This was my second ever photo wearing my glasses.

This next photo is the best one I have for the extremely brief period of time I had black hair. I was still learning how to use the camera and well… trying to take a picture of yourself in a super dirty mirror… well… you get the idea.

I had decided to dye my hair black for two specific reasons though nothing like the reasons why I recently died it purple (see recent posts before this one). One, I’d never done it before and two, everyone told me it would look awful. I mostly did it because of the second reason. :) In the end I, and a lot of other people, thought it looked pretty good though you can’t tell in this picture. I don’t really like this photo because you can tell how skinny I am. That and I’d just gotten over the flu so I looked pretty bad.

In the end I decided to have all the dye removed because my brother said it made me look like our mother. *shudders* For those of you who don’t know my mother and I haven’t been on good terms for years. I don’t want to be anything like her even in looks and I don’t mind being vain about it.

This next batch of photos are all about a year later. I have photos from in between but they’re mostly wedding photos and those are all up here already… somewhere, lol.

This is a photo of Keiyou and I on one of our nature walks. She’s my adoptive sister and she’s awesome. We’re in mid-pose in this photo because my Hunny is just camera silly. :)

Before she died her hair blue and I died mine purple we were often mistaken for sisters and twice even twins! Now you can tell us apart from a distance but we still tell everyone we’re sisters and most people just assume that anyways. It works out nicely because I’ve known her and my other adoptive sissy longer than I’ve known any of my other family minus parents. I mean, I’ve always known ‘of’ my brothers but I’ve only just recently found them again. Kei and I have been keeping in touch for years upon years and now we live with each other.

This is a photo from last summer. :) Pretty good for taking it myself if I do say so- especially since I almost never wear my glasses and thus can’t really tell till it’s too late if my photos are in focus or not. It’s not that I choose not to wear them, it’s more like… I just never think about them. I misplace them very often and may go weeks before I even know they’re gone. This is mostly because I can’t wear them at work, an environment full of splashing water and splatting food… it’s no place to wear glasses and I absolutely hate having to clean the annoying buggers.

Ugh, and another thing I hate about my photos is how my one tooth is always sticking out, lol. Kei pointed out her brother had the same thing and it makes him look like an anime character- like when they have the one fang sticking out. So I’ve been trying to keep that mind… makes it a little better, lol.

These last two photos are ‘very’ recent. I have another version of my purple hair up on my About Me page but I can’t find it right now so you’ll have to deal with this one instead. :)

It’s purple and blue! We took Kei to get her’s done first so I could take pictures and then I went and got mine done second, that and I was still making up my mind over colors and how I was going to explain things to work if they reacted worse than I was anticipating- fortunately thanks to circumstances (evil grin) that’s not going to be a problem.

I’ll have to find two better pictures of us because in both of these we’re both pretty tired after having sat and waited for our hair to be done for… hours! That and I think I need more photos of me with my glasses on because I do like how I look with them on… like I said, I just never remember to wear the darn things.

Well, those are the photos. Yay! Now no one can say I’m camera shy though they could probably say I misplace most of my photos since not a single one of these came out of the same folder, lol.

You know what? I might complain a lot and I might have been down a bit because of things people have said about my appearance but I actually feel pretty good about these photos. My mother always hated being caught on camera, she had no faith in how she looked. I love having my photo taken so I suppose I just need to remember that no matter what gets me down and no matter how many times I do forget it I’m pretty happy with who I am. I don’t wear makeup, neither does Kei. Not cause we think we’re too good for it, more like because we’re too lazy, we don’t like chemicals, and we don’t think we need it. :) How many other girls our age can say that?

So, take that you butt-heads who always make the remarks about how I look. In fact, I hope people from my old schools see this. I bet they’d be mighty sad now after all the times they tried to say I was disgusting. I’m not, maybe in their eyes but so long as I can find the beauty in myself what the hell do I care about what they see? If they see disgust where others see beauty I guess I should feel sorry for them. :) I don’t care if this post sounds vain, I’m a young lady, I’m entitled to it from time to time especially if it gives me this kind of self-esteem boost.