Legos and Time Travel

Last Saturday I was scrolling through Tumblr (oh the infinite scroll) and found some pretty elaborate Lego creations. I was both amazed and inspired. So I jumped up and rummaged through my closet to pull out my small collection of Legos.

After digging through my plastic container, I realized I had some pretty awesome mini-figs and accessories. 

While assembling the whole cast of Lego men/women, I decided to put together my latest set (Power Miners!) and watch some Netflix. 

 

It was definitely a time/space travel kind of day. 

I love the Star Trek movie. I am too young to have watched the series, but I never get tired of explosions in Space. Lunopolis really bent my mind with talks of alternate dimensions and the like. I think the point of the movie was that we are doomed to repeat the same mistakes if we try to time travel, but I'm not sure. 

Either way, it is a good watch; especially if you are into alien conspiracies and/or time travel. 

Side note: I really need to keep up on updating every week. I made a big deal about it a couple posts ago and haven't been very good about it since. 

First step in organizing my life: regular updates.

Perspective

It's weird realizing that everyone around you is growing up. Whether people are building or destroying their lives; they are progressing in some way. Some days I look around and feel like everyone is moving faster than I am. Some days, I feel like I am flying.

Nothing puts your life into perspective like a new baby in the family. Yes, I am going to be an official auntie in April. I literally cannot contain my excitement.

Last weekend was my sister's baby shower, which I don't usually enjoy (due to the overload of cute things and lack of beer). However, since I was a co-host, I made an effort. I even stayed up until 2am the night before making the favors.

Hot Chocolate on a stick!

I hand-tied every lopsided bow.

I actually enjoyed the shower. Since I was hosting, I didn't have to participate in any of the games and got to busy myself during the opening of presents. I realize that is the majority of what goes on at a baby shower, but I really only go for the people.

Oh, and the cake of course.

Cake by Firegoddess Cakes.

My dear friend Amanda never ceases to amaze me with her cakes. Everyone in the Sonoma County area is lucky to have her talents. 

Perspective, right. Lately I have been thinking about my life (and how messy it can get) and realized that I need to start cleaning up. I am going to be an aunt soon (hopefully the favorite) and I need to set a good example for my future niece. 

So this year, I aim to figure out some things. Clean up the messy parts. To show I mean business, here is a very serious picture of me:

 Miss Firegoddess and I don't mess around.

Side note, every baby shower should to include fake mustaches. 

Procrastination

I have spent the past two days trying to think of something to write about. Two days. My friend also has a blog; that he updates whenever the mood strikes him, which is about once a month. When I told him I was stuck, he told me he already had his next post planned, to which I responded, "you don't know my pain!" 

I am trying to update this silly blog once a week. Thinking of something worthy to write about in a week has proved more difficult than I imagined. When I first started, I thought I could update bi-weekly. How foolish I was back then.

I'm sure that this is not the first post about not wanting to write and I am certain it will not be the last.

Some days I do really ridiculous things like draw made up creatures instead. Like this:

Octosaurus Rex!

Or spend hours reading webcomics. Currently my new favorite is The Adventures of Superhero Girl.

I'm pretty sure this has happened to me more than once. 

To be completely honest, the only reason I am writing now is because I am procrastinating packing. Which is something I despise almost as much as doing laundry. There is definitely a hierarchy to my procrastination. It is good to know that writing is not on the top (bottom?) of the list.

I'm not sure why I've been having such a difficult time writing lately. I know we all have our slumps, but it really sucks. I have projects I need to work on! Even journal writing has been a chore. I started 'A Poem A Day' personal challenge, hoping it would help me not be so stagnant. I am on day four. It's been a few years since I've written any poetry and looking back at my old stuff shows me why. 

My poetry is terrible. 

Things Unexpected

It has been exactly a year since I started this blog, which is impressive since I almost never stick to a project for more than a couple months. What an interesting year it has been! It is kind of awesome to be able to look back on it through the blog. Mostly it proves that I actually did more than just sit on front of my computer with a sleeping kitty in my lap.

Life is unexpected. Honestly, I never know what is going to happen tomorrow, let alone off in the future. For example, I had no idea that my best friend would buy me tickets to see my favorite band.

I also didn't anticipate leaving my ipod on the plane when I flew up to San Francisco for said concert. After refusing to let it ruin the day, my concert buddy (best friend's roomie) announced that she had an extra one just laying around. See how things just work out? 

So my new (to me) ipod is amazing. It is a lavender ipod mini (pre-nano) and it is the same size as my cell phone. 

Anyway, back to the Modest Mouse concert. From what I can remember, the playlist was this, but probably not in this order:

Bury Me With It

Satin in a Coffin

Dashboard

Fire It Up

King Rat

The Whale Song

Float On

Cowboy Dan

I Came as a Rat

Satellite Skin

The View

Encore:

Dramamine

Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

I'm pretty sure I am missing at least two songs. All I know is that when they played The Whale Song, I thought my chest was going to explode. It was that good. 

So the past year has taught me more about appreciation, mostly for the wonderful people in my life. It's funny, I moved away to prove that I could take care of myself, but it made me realize how no one does it alone. We all get help. If anything, everyone has been more helpful since I left home. 

Another thing I did not expect.