a high five in the form of a reciprocated grin:

if you know me, you know that i don't read much. which is kind of weird, because i love to write. but maybe you don't view that as odd. you may read my stuff and think i SHOULD read more, cuz i have no flow or rhyme or reason to anything. perhaps if i read more poetry or philosophy i'd sound brighter when i wrote. that's what you say. but i say, i don't really give a duck. i just like to let what's in, out. bahha insert immature bathroom joke here.

moving right along...

another odd thing about me: i don't listen to much music out of choice. at work the girls always have music playing. but when i drive, the radio is always off. i don't sing in the shower, and i don't play the radio while getting ready in the morning. i have favorite artists, don't get me wrong. but i just don't think i actually listen to music as much as the normal person does. that's odd because i write music constantly. and play it and record it. part of me likes it that way, because when i'm done writing a song, i can sit back and say, 'i didn't get any inspiration from any other song out there. this one's all me.' and that's a very satisfying feeling. i like hearing myself think when it's quiet. and that's not me trying to be poetic. i just really like thinking about my thoughts. and that's best done quietly.

anyhoo, today i finished a book. i FINISHED a book. i can count on one hand how many books i've finished in my life. (not counting the ones i was forced to read for school...which some of those were only cliff notes...and no, i feel no guilt about that)

i read this book of poetry. disgusting, i know. i really hate poetry actually. i get these creepy crawly awkward feelings every time a character recites poetry to another in a movie. if any dude were to recite poetry to me, i'd prolly dump him on the spot. no, not probably, i would. i just think it's stupid. put it on a melody and sing it to me, and we can talk.

but anyWAY, yes. i read a poetry book. by CHOICE. from front cover to back cover. in THREE settings. wait...not three different places (settings)...in three sessions. there. that explains it better, i think. ok.

it was called 'all the hits so far, but don't expect too much. poetry, prose & other sundry items'. well, it's STILL called that...forget i said it WAS called...

moving right along:

it's by this kid named bradley hathaway who's prolly around my age or a little older. he seems like an average jesus loving kid who's lacking the 'religious' spirituality. just like me! i started to fall in like with his thought process. i felt a little bad, because i'm married. i shouldn't be falling in like with anyone's anything. but then, i discovered, it was MY thought process i was falling in like with. this dude reminds me of me. me me me. and i liked what i saw. i like me. and you're cocky if you thought that was a cocky thing to say.

so yeah, you should check him out. one of my friends said he met him once and thought he was a dick. but that's ok. i'm a dick sometimes too. so give him a chance. you may like him. but if you think he's a dick, don't say i didn't warn ya.

anyway, i was in a room full of people in a public vicinity as i finished this book. i read the last word and a little crooked smile came over my lips. it got bigger and took up my face when i shut the covers together. i looked to my left, and then to my right, still with the slight grin on my face, to see if anyone just saw my accomplishment. and i really did this. this isn't just cute writing, folks. i was grinnin and looking for someone to pat me on the back. but no one seemed to care. the nerve. i guess everybody there had read many books in their lifetime. poetry books even. they prolly thought my 120 page book was nothing to shake a stick at. i was looking for a high five in the form of a reciprocated grin. but alas, another private moment.
well, not so private now.


here one of his songs here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp9wwWwa2KY

do you want a knuckle sandwich?

some of you may read this and put your hand to your heart and get a concerned look on your face and slowly shake your head from side to side while saying, ‘she’s so brash,’ or , ‘let’s pray for her,’ or something lame like that. but don’t worry. i’m perfectly pleasant and love the lord. i’m just, well, being honest.

it is a well known fact with the people i spend the most time with that i have a bucket list. things on that list contain things like tagging a train car, becoming a biker chick, and the like. 

here’s another: i want to punch someone in the face. 

really hard. a real punch. i want to hear a dramatic thud and have them stumble sideways backwards and moan while holding their face. immediately after punching them i want to shake my hand in pain and clench my teeth together and inhale thru them (like you see them do in movies...does anyone know what i’m talking about? anyone?) while watching the dude (or chick) stumble.

i want to have the punch take place somewhere secluded so i don’t get arrested for beating people up or whatever the charge would be. 

i want a really good reason for punching them too. i always tell myself that if anyone messes with my family, i will (try to) take them down. maybe if a really slutty chick started hitting on casey and neither one of us could get her to go away with words. that’d be a good reason. OR or or !! If someone was beating someone ELSE up, then i would punch them to get them to stop punching the other person. that way it’d be noble. 

i always tell casey that if a dude ever hits on me but wont leave me alone and starts to get gross, to not interfere, but to stand very close by. because EYE want to be the one to punch him in the face. but then casey would be close by to make sure i punched him good enough. he can punch him after i knock him to the ground. but i want first dibs. 

my friend ashlie has a bucket list. she wants to GET punched in the face before she dies. maybe we could work something out...

Make no mistake...

THIS...is not a mess:
my craft room is posing as the room where we store all our home improvement stuff right now. so crafting takes place on the kitchen table. i made a bunch of christmas thank you cards. yes, yes, it's late. but i figured it's never TOO late to say thanks.

i found a magazine picture of a coffee cup. i stuck it on some cardstock and cut it out. it almost looks like you could take a sip. 

i recycled some old cardboard and ripped up a bunch of paper. it was refreshing.

i found a cool kaleidoscope picture. i put some tule/lace/mesh stuff over top of it and then stuck a bunch of beads on the edges. it looks like crap in picture, but in person, it's fricken sweet. 

nothin special. i just liked the design. 

more cardboard recycled. 

Pay Up Sucker

hello folks. here's something i'm working on. sorry to those who already heard it. there's a lot i need to do to it yet, but here it is, just for a sneak peek. wait, sneak listen.

Imma make myself an apron!

nomnomnom, i just ate a spoonful of coolwhip for an after work snack. so light and fluffy. i think i shall eat another.

here comes the blog:

i read a couple blogs of some people that i know. they're so, ...so...homey. they are good wives. they make supper and are pleasant. they're homemakers. i like to make my home homey... but it's not your typical definition of 'homey'. and i don't cook much.

i kinda wish i was more of a homemaker. but honestly, cooking and keeping my house spotless is just not my cup of chai.

what is a homemaker really? no really, i'm asking...

i like to bake cupcakes and make things out of other things. <--that means crafting. is that sorta homemakerish?

i decided that perhaps i would like spending more time in the kitchen if i had something to look forward to. if there's no dessert coming out of the freezer or oven, i don't really wanna be in the kitchen. SO - imma make myself an apron! i'm gonna go to gramma's house and she's gonna let me borrow her sewing machine. i'm gonna take my apron pattern and find some beautiful fabric and craft myself a 'this is my homemaker apron' apron. (and by beautiful fabric, i mean something with little skulls on it.)

casey says he's taking me fabric shopping tomorrow. i'm not sure if his initiative in suggesting we go hunt for skull fabric is just because he's a kicka$$ husband, or if he's hoping the apron will inspire some homemakingness from his crazy wife. honestly? i think it's the first. *sigh* ...yuck. i hate mushy moments. that was sick. snapping out of it. moving along...

Allow me to introduce myself:

hi. it’s me.
who am i? someone you’ll either hate or really enjoy. i don’t believe in gray areas, so you’ll take me or leave me. i won’t allow you to dance in the middle with me.
i am loud. i am rude. but i’m perfectly capable of shutting up and being the nicest thing in the world. i’m opinionated.
i like things that a lot of others don’t.
i get irritated more than most.
i love jesus. i have since i was three. i loved the lord before i could ride a bike.
i am a musician. i’ve played the guitar longer than i could reach the sink.
i’ve gotten more spankin’s than i can count.
i appreciate the tiny things.
i probably like you more than you like me in a lot of cases. the few times we may have talked mean more to me than they’ll ever mean to you, most likely.
i’m hard on myself. i allow no wussiness to creep into my life.
i love my family. my younger sister can make me laugh, and laughs at all of my jokes. all of them. and the cool thing is, i really think she thinks they’re genuinely funny. my older sister can get along with just about anyone. i don’t understand how she does that. my mom will fight for me and always win. my dad gets me. my husband? just...wow. <--that’s a good wow.

fake people piss me off more than almost everything. so does religion. mostly because religion is a clique. and cliques are full of fakers. all things i hate.

i’d drink out of a mug before a glass. handles are convenient.
i hate gum.
i fear cougars.
heights make me uneasy.
if you want to motivate me, tell me i can’t do it.
if you want to please me, make me something. anything. i like to craft. all sorts of things.
i hate reading. most the time.
i’m an apple. but jesus loves pc users too.

i swear from time to time. and those of you who say, ‘naomi, if you love the lord, you shouldn’t use such fowl language.’ and i’ll tell you, ‘person, if you love the lord, you’ll let the holy spirit do his job.’

i really like chai lattes. but i hate starbux.

i almost never capitalize letters when they should be. (i’m such a rebel.) but more truthfully, i think it’s pointless. i overuse commas. but i just put them where i would pause if i were actually talking. i also over use ellipses. but i’m aware of both of these faults. and i don’t care.

i don’t know how to play chess and i never want to learn.

What To Expect:

thanks for deciding to read my blog. i’d tell you, ‘it really means the world to me,’ but i’d be lying. i really do want you to read my blog. but i also am ok with you not wanting to. i probably wouldn’t want to read your blog either. mostly because i just don’t really like reading. but maybe because i don’t like what you have to say. haven’t decided yet;o)

entries will include some journal conversations i have with god out of my ‘dear god journal’. i write a lot of my prayers down because i get distracted when i pray. my mind wanders. entries will also include things that i think about. to tell you the truth, i don’t know what entries will include. but i also don’t care. we’ll see what happens. 

why am i writing a blog? because i like to express myself. in every way possible. that’s why i write and record and perform music. that’s why my hair is pink. that’s why i have tattoos. that’s why i breathe. that’s why i ...uh...i don’t know what else to say after that one. 

anyway. i decided to write a blog because of the above stated, but also because i want people to know that we NEED you to be who you are. please please please be who you are. i’m a firm believer in what i’m about to write: i believe that god didn’t create screw ups. i believe god created every human being with a hope that they’d be who god created them to be. and if that was his goal, then we’d all be happy. think about it. if we all started acting like who we really are?...if we all actually LIKED who we were at the core...if we all stopped comparing ourselves to the next person and just became in love with who god created US to be as an individual in HIM? wow. we’d all get along. that’s what god had in mind. why else would he make us all different? if this wasn’t the case at all, he would have created everyone to be like me. but he didn’t. he created you to be you. and since you’re not being everything god created you to be, you’re screwing up the world. plain and simple. so, please start being you. start liking you. please, for the sake the world. why can’t we all just get along???????!!!!! *fake crying*

anyway, so this is my effort. hopefully this will encourage you to be you, by me being me. this is me trying my best to be me. take it or leave it sucker.