Nine months!

Roy and I have been married for nine months today! It's not that long, but at the same time, I have no clue where the time has gone.

Marriage has been fun, challenging, and interesting so far. I can't really say that things have changed between us. We are the same happy couple we always have been, but marriage has increased the depth of my feelings and commitment towards Roy and our relationship.

It's strange that about four years ago I couldn't imagine myself ever getting married. And now I can't imagine myself not being married to Roy.

He's just the cutest, the sweetest, and the most understanding person I've ever known. I'm so lucky!

(Okay, I'm done gushing!)

Binaries and Juxtapositions

One of the things that I find most fascinating about southern California is its many juxtapositions. I've seen homeless people in Beverly Hills. I've seen people on welfare driving expensive SUVs. I've seen crumbling buildings very close to sprawling shopping centers. Everywhere I look, there are contradictions. I find these binaries extraordinarily interesting. They reveal a lot about the culture of southern California.

I went to explore a small piece of California's history yesterday. In the small community of Loma Linda, there stands an obviously old stone structure - right across the street from a brand new set of tract homes. I'm surprised no one has torn down this building yet; it seems that many Californians willingly agree to the destruction of pieces of their state's history on a regular basis. I've had my eye on this building for years. Yesterday was not the first time I'd explored it. However, yesterday was the first time I had a decent camera at my disposal, so I took lots of pics.











Speaking of juxtapositions, my week was hectic, as usual, and this weekend was calm. I am aiming to have all of my weekends this quarter to be as relaxing as possible. Going to school four nights a week while working full time is hard, so I don't plan much for the weekends. This weekend, I ran the usual errands, did the laundry, read some blogs, edited some photos, hung out with Mandy, watched some TV on DVD, and wrote some poems. I have yet to do any homework, but I'll get to it. I'm trying to enjoy my freedom as much as possible before the madness begins again tomorrow. Also, Roy has not been feeling well today, so I have been taking care of him.



I also have been adding in new links to my sidebar and separating them into categories. I'm not done yet, but what can I say? It's a big chore (but a fun one).

Hope everyone else has had a great weekend.

A piece of the past

I won this camera on ebay this morning for the low price of $5.00. I know, it probably seems stupid to buy a Polaroid camera this late in the game, considering the fact that Polaroid has announced that it will stop producing film. However, with sites like Save Polaroid, maybe it can be saved.

I have always appreciated Polaroid cameras as wonderful pop culture items, but I never really recognized that they can produce the most beautiful pictures. Check out these Polaroids, courtesy of my polaroid blog:






Because of that blog, her flickr page, and other polaroid lovers on flickr, I have come to appreciate this simple camera more than ever. I'm looking forward to using this amazing little machine once it is shipped to me.

Cerby's taking over the world!

Back when I took Mandy and Paul's engagement pictures, I also took pictures of their dog Cerby for their table numbers at their wedding. I finally got around to editing them this evening. I had to do some creative cropping, but I still think the finished product is really cute. Here are some of my favorites:

Uncle Chuckleberry

My uncle Charles (affectionately known as Uncle Chuckles/Chuckleberry) was in the hospital for about a week and a half. He had a pretty nasty staph infection, and while in the hospital, he hurt his back as well. He's had a rough time of it, but he was finally allowed to go home yesterday. Still, it sucks that he's all the way in San Antonio and that I haven't been able to go visit him.

Uncle Chuckles is 70 years old, but I've never thought of him as old. He's still incredibly active and in good health, which will help him immensely as he recovers from this major setback. Still, he's going to have to use a walker for awhile and won't be able to get to the upstairs portion of his house. All this makes me very sad, although I know that he will recover.

Uncle Chuckles is the closest thing I've ever had to a father figure and is the only one of my extended family who flew out for my wedding. He's an architect and lives in a turn-of-the-century house in downtown San Antonio. He collects cool pieces of art and is the reason why I have a very nice collection of colorfully carved wooden boxes. I love him very much and think of him often. I'm wishing him lots of good healing and patience. I know that his recovery will be long and hard, but I also know that he will make it through this.

This hits a little too close to home.

Thanks again, Black Eiffel.

smells like teen spirit

Today I am wearing my new shoes, blue jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, a grey hoodie, a spoon ring, and minimal makeup. My hair is long and straight. I listened to this on the way to work.

I am a dead ringer for myself when I was 14 and a freshman in high school - almost 15 years later.