Tuesdays with Lee Lee

i elfed myself

2007-12-05T09:11:00.000-08:00

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1175993714

this website has become what i love most about christmas!

Tuesday with Abner and Cole

2007-12-04T13:18:00.000-08:00

It's tuesday. Not a bad one for once. Just quiet. I'm going on my 3rd week of not working. Though getting slightly restless, i can't say i'm in any hurry to get back into an architecture office. I've been doing a lot of thinking, as one has time to let their mind wonder aimlessly when it isn't overwhelmed with scupper details and RFI's. I've decided i have to do something else....what that something else is i haven't figured out yet. So in the meantime i've been snapping pictures of my constant companions, Cole and Abner who have been keeping me company on my "vacation". I've always wondered what these two do all day at home...i've found for the most part they lay in front of this door and stare outside. So i thought to myself, well i should let them outside, they must be dying to get out there. They want back in like 5 minutes after being in the backyard. I guess the grass IS always greener.

I said i would do better... but i'm not

2007-04-24T07:15:00.000-07:00

My dear friend alison has renewed my interest in my blog....again. She sent me a not this morning saying she'd stopped by my blog and read, not new posts, but new to her. Anyways, i again realized i'd been slacking and needed to get back on the horse. I have to finish my yogurt right now...but there will be more to come...i assure you.

01.23.07

2007-01-23T11:55:00.000-08:00

Today is the 14th year in a row my brother's birthday has passed with him not on this planet. It totally sucks. I really don't know how else to put it. And i don't care what people say, it never gets easier. It still strikes me when i least expect it...it feels like a punch in the stomach and it takes my breath away. I actually feel like i am unable to breath it still hurts so much sometimes. Other times, i can think of him fondly and miss him, and it's ok. I don't know why it's like that, why there are good days and bad. I will never ever feel whole again as long as i live. It sounds so cliche but there is a void in my life that i try to fill constantly and i know it will always be empty. I don't know how to live in this world without him. The only thing i can hope for is that i do something sometimes that i know would make him laugh, or smile, or be proud of me. To do something brave and exciting, that i would be too chicken shit to do if it weren't for him. So i celebrate today as the birth of the greatest man who ever lived.

If you knew you would die today would you change?

2007-01-20T09:23:00.000-08:00

How bad, How good does it need to get? I've been feeling stagnant lately. Like i'm not living my life to it's full potential. I have a good education, a good job, a good man, a nice home....but i'm not content. I can't figure out why it's just not good enough. Will it always not be good enough...how do i know i'm not settling for this life? I'm 26, i have so many opportunities before me to do something amazing...but how? Where do i start? Do i throw everything away to start new, or is that stupid and irresponsible? I read old posts and see where i talk about how content i am...i'm the opposite of that now. I was content b/c everything in my life was new then...things are stable and comfortable now.. why does that seem so boring? I need to go to the gym......

Pathetic Fluker...just PATHETIC

2007-01-16T15:38:00.000-08:00

i am so ashamed of myself....my last post was a lifetime ago...you've all missed so much...I sounded so happy the last time i wrote...young, naive, full of life....i've become an empty shell since then. Ok...so i'm being dramatic. I've decided there's something cathartic about spilling your guts to a computer screen and allowing anyone and everyone to read it.....my boyfriend thinks it's silly, he says i'm an exhibitionist egomaniac who has to share every detail of my life with the general public...and maybe he's right. Regardless it makes me feel better to write...and i like when people comment on my posts, you don't typically get that kind of commentary if you write in a little leather notebook and keep it to yourself. It reminds me of when i was in therapy and my therapist would make me write in a notebook all week, then at our session i would give it to her, and she would return it the following week with comments on everything i'd written. It's nice to get an objective opinion on your thoughts and ramblings. Anyways, i'm back, and i'm going to do better this time...

Hump day...and not the good kind

2005-09-14T21:22:00.000-07:00

I swear i sit down to write a simple entry and the next thing you know i'm on this damn computer for a frickin hour. I sit in front of a computer all day at work, shouldn't that be enough. Work by the way, fricking awesome...I seriously never thought i'd be this happy with a job only 4 months out of school but here I am, lovin life. Contentment is something you shouldn't ever take lightly, it happens rarely, and only stays awhile and you should cherish every sweet peaceful moment you're granted. I'm doin the best i can. So my boss at work decide i should join this hoity toity social club here in Dallas called The Tower Club. It's basically like a country club except in a skyscraper. So him and I are now "Junior Executive Members"...Our initiation lunch is friday, i hope they don't make me do any weird shit. Can you picture it, me trying to be Junior and Executive like...I hope i don't slip and say something like, "so i was balls deep in this bitch" that could be bad...

Alli's big day!

2005-09-06T20:38:00.000-07:00

So today was not a bad tuesday because my cousin alli, my main compadre, my sun and my moon, turned 24. Twenty four was a huge year for me and I hope that she finds the same centered chaos i did. I woke up still hungover from my labor day weekend extravaganza. I haven't had a two-day hangover since OU-Texas weekend last year and hope that this is my last one (though i'm sure it's not). Back to work at my new job, only a week old, i was concerned they might still be able to smell Jager bombs eminating from my pores. Oh what a weekend it was, my aunt Beth made fart sandwiches for the boat..(that's a story you have to hear in person)...my 15 year old cousin Bryan shared with Alli and i that he'd been drunk for the first time the previous weekend and was caught by his parents, after enduring their lecture he proceeded to end his night throwing up and passed out in the bathroom...Needless to say i don't think he'll be trying alcohol anytime again soon....when ask where he learned to do that he said...."I learned it by watching you alright"

2005-08-12T21:38:00.000-07:00

me in a happy moment

Canstruction is STUPID

2005-08-12T21:03:00.000-07:00

I got roped into helping with Canstruction for work. I think it is by far the dumbest philanthropy I've ever been involved with. So all these do-gooder architecture firms get to, not only show off their amazing design skills, but they get to do it with 6000 cans of sweetened condensed milk to feed the poor. Because god knows that's exactly what every poor person needs, sweetened condensed milk. It's almost like a slap in the face to the hungry, like "hey poor people, you're so poor you aren't even worth giving real food to, so us rich people are going to buy 10, 000 cans of hominy and build a giant snowman made of cans...then your poor asses get to eat it all...mmmmmm...enjoy!" I'd rather clean dog shit out of cages at the SPCA.

Tuesday, August 2

2005-08-09T19:42:00.000-07:00

This particular Tuesday started out bad. See... more often then not I don't really realize I'm having a bad day till ya know, 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Last Tuesday was different because I had dreams all night that my ex-boyfriend was dating my nemesis from junior high and rubbing it in my face. Needless to say I woke up wanting to kick him in the junk. When I arrived at work that morning I found that my boss had a space plan he wanted me to draw up. So I spent a couple hours drawing it per his instructions. When I was finished my other boss came down and told me to change it. Ummm....right, that's time well spent. So I'm pissed at them, pissed at my ex, still I'm not aware I'm having a bad day. It gets kind of hazy at this point b/c some other annoying shit goes down at work with some reps and next thing you know I'm in a blind rage and just counting down the minutes till I can make it to happy hour. So I finally leave the office, I take a deep breath and calm myself with the thought of a cold brew in my hand shortly. I get home, i take the dog out, buy an overpriced plane ticket...and then i'm out the door for happy hour. I stop at my local 7-11 to acquire a pack of smokes b/c after the day i've had I'm not having a beer without a cigarette, when i realize i've left my wallet at home. So the beer starved raving bitch that i am by this point has to drive back to my house to get my wallet, then finally make it to the bar....I get to the bar, none of my "friends" even act that happy that I showed and I realize I need to make cooler friends which is just what you want to realize at the end of a bad day....so i drank till my friends were cool and then passed out....and so it goes, another terrible tuesday

This one's for you B. David

2005-08-03T09:27:00.000-07:00

After noticing for some time now that my horribly, terrible, very bad days inevitably fall on a Tuesday I've decided to start chronicling my misadventures in hopes some sort of pattern or reason might emerge....and so it begins