Have you ever found yourself in the middle of a movie when you realize “This is far too scary to watch…..look away!” But you absolutely for the life of you CANNOT tear your eyes from the screen?
I know this feeling all too well. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was my first movie to experience this. I was 2. The narrator, Sam the Snowman, was usually good at warning me when the abominable snow monster was approaching (which involved him shuddering and shielding himself with his umbrella). I had it down to a science when to grab my pillow, stuffed animal camel, and get us to the safety of the kitchen. There I would peek around the corner and continue to watch in terror – but just from a cautious distance.
You want to see for yourself? I’ve got a video. (Enjoy laughing at my bowl cut and pop-belly because I sure do.)
Its a tradition I’m not about to stop. I just watched it yesterday. Deep down there’s a part of me that wants to hide under my blanket when I hear the bumble’s vicious roar.
I never realized until just the other day how much of a tool Santa is in that movie! He shuns Rudolph when he finds out his little disguise nose is in fact, false – AND in front of all his reindeer peers. Thus causing endless torment until he runs away and nearly dies several times. What seems like an eternity later, Rudolph finally returns home. Christmas is going to be cancelled – Oh NO! :
Santa: “Meh – oh hey Rudolph, long time no see….I’m too busy worrying about how to save Christmas ……*Rudolph’s nose keeps flashing in Santa’s face*……..”Rudolph please, would you stop – I mean, its just THAT nose of yours”….*Light blub goes off* – (I mean) That beautiful, wonderful nose!!!!!”
And the rest is history. And the moral of the story, children: Santa is a user.
(Okay- at least in this version he is…)
Here is one picture. Its one of my favorites. The rest are a surprise. I’m glad I was able to take a quick vacay and take engagement photos for Carissa and Josh. They are so happy together…..sometimes too happy (I think it was more of a trial to get them to smile at each other instead of pulling silly, monsterous faces in order to get reactions out of each other). But altogether we had lots of fun!
Alright….I can’t help myself – here are some others:
I am now CPC certified! (Certified Professional Coder)
After last Saturday of 6 non-stop hours of grueling testing, (with a 30 second bathroom break) it felt like my poor lil’ brain had just finished a MARATHON and it was huffing, puffing, and gasping for breath. I wasn’t even thrilled about the fact that my Mom was going to treat me out to a victory lunch. I felt THAT defeated of energy. But I did it! Thank you to everyone who has built me up, telling me “You can do it” , “Carpe Diem” and things of that sort.
Here’s a song that I love that was my “you-can-do-this” mantra that kept playing through my mind durring the exam. Click here
…along with a little nail biting. (heh, heh.)
Watch & listen to her here and here
View the trailer here
My camera is on the shelf for another whole month. I’m far too busy trying to figure out the difference between a transluminal angioplasty and an endarterectomy. October 15th – Is the certification exam and I am ready to FINALLY pass this bloody thing! Anyhow, Here are some very ancient pictures of guess who? I have never seen them before till today. So my day is pretty much made.
“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.“
– E. E. Cummings
I love the smeared, brush stroke appearance of whispy clouds…maybe God has a paintbrush.
Drops of morning dew on grass make me think something magical happened overnight.
Just some scattered bits of this past week:
- I’ve had a reawakening regarding the Beatles. My awesome co-worker, Kaye lent me her complete Beatles anthology a few weeks ago and all I can say is I’m in L-O-V-E. I’ve always thought they were a phenomenal lot of talent – but my adoration for their work has been taken to an entirely different level. I could see myself being one of those screaming girls in 1966..haha, maybe, maybe not? Gerorge Harrison has a big place in my heart for many reasons. He’s MY Beatle. “Do You Want to Know a Secret” is one of my favorite songs because its completely adorable and its his song. But if you want to hear my entire shpill about George- just ask.
- Its really fun eating jelly beans in the dark….just fyi
- After much pursuasion by my Mom, I’ve decided to try drinking what are called “green smoothies”. Its a combination of LOTS of spinach, kale, and whatever leafy greens you have – and then mix in whatever fruit you have. Believe it or not – they are yummy. I’ve actually found myself craving them.
- I’ve decided these are the latest hobbies I’m attempting to pursue: Origami, natural architecture/Land art (look it up – its amazing!) welding, film photography and the harmonica. That should keep me busy for a while.
- I’ve become a light junkie. I’m absolutely fascinated with light: sunrises, sunsets, moonlight, ect.. I love observing how it falls on objects, fills spaces, shines through things. This of course is all due to my constant viewing through my camera lens, and because of that, I think I’ve discovered a new definition of what I consider beauty. FOG is my latest obsession….picture this: a field in the woods with occasional trees scattered throughout it. Dawn is just about breaking, making the sky a sherbet-y color of pink and orange – and there’s a very thin veil of fog hovering over the ground. The sun pierces the fog and turns it into this glittering dance! Maybe its just me – but when I saw that sight yesterday morning driving to work, I about died. It was so heavenly. I’ve discovered the term for that time of day is known as the “gloaming”. I just thought gloaming was the name of a Radiohead song – but it means: dusk, or the twilight hour.
- Its mind boggling how amazing and clever the human body is, and how it knows how to heal itself. I recently pulled several muscles in my body. It was very painful for a while. But with a little time and TLC, I was good as new. I love my body!
If there ever were a debate over who is the greatest cartoon character ever born – I vote Donald Duck. He’s a ruthless, sassy, smart aleck, prankster, rebel of a duck with an infectious laugh that sometimes sounds evil! My favorite is when he gets angry – he puts his fists up, jumps up and down and rambles off a stream of mutterings which must be duck cuss.
This was Carissa and my favorite episode growing up and just watched it the other day. I think I laughed just as hard as I did when I was 5!
Having fun with the sista! There’s this field next to our house that I absolutely love and I finally got up the courage to ask permission to take pictures on it. I love fields. I love the sense of space.
Its been raining for a month straight. Not even kidding. I was happy about it in the beginning…
Alice in Wonderland. I read the book recently. For some reason I couldn’t stop laughing at the very casual mention of Alice happening upon a caterpillar sprawled out on a mushroom, enjoying a hookah. Lewis Carroll either had a unique vision for his tale, or was on a serious acid trip. Either way, I love it.
So much to learn from it.
“I have an excellent idea. Lets change the subject.” – The March Hare
“Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.” – Doorknob
“Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it…” – The Dutchess
“I Give myself some very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.” – Alice
loving all the rain we’ve been getting……
I finally got an umbrella at my friend Janet’s garage sale the other day for 25 cents. Now I wont get soaking wet waiting for the train when I go back to SLC. I’m really loving being home though.
i love falling asleep to the sound of it….and tonight I’m falling asleep to the real sound of it, instead of my white noise machine.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
– Langston Hughes
Spending a lazy sunday with my doggy. Oh how I love him.
Its fun to pretend like there’s something in the forrest and exclaim: “OH! GO GET IT!”. He falls for it every time. He thinks he’s such a ferocious beast. He really is though. He’s the only poodle I know of that goes rabbit, squirrel, and spruce hen hunting. Oh, and something we discovered about him recently… he absolutely LOVES eating dandelions (when they’ve turned to seeds – not when they’re yellow). We couldn’t stop laughing. I picked about 8 of them and he just kept mowing them down like they were doggy treats. Silly pup.
This weekend Richard, Dad, and I stumbled across some old treasures (at least I think they’re treasures). Old dial telephones, cool glass bottles, old school stereos, umbrellas, ect. I found this old polaroid which had been collecting dust for at least 25 years. I’m skeptical if I’d ever use it. I’ve always wanted a polaroid though.
On a day where I really want to kick back and relax from a long days work, I tie my apron on and whip up a batch of zombie cupcakes.
Actually its Evan’s 19th birthday tomorrow. He likes chocolate cake and talking about the zombie apocalypse, so its a perfect combo. At his work he announced that his sister was going to make zombie cupcakes. He then came home and said, “Hey Annalise, you’re making zombie cupcakes for me.”
I like to think that each one has its own soul and personality. (Don’t they look like the guys from “Plants vs. Zombies”? indeed they do.)
Iv’e really been terrible at taking pictures since I’ve been home. I might be going fishing tomorrow and will most definitely have to document that.
I wanted to take a picture of the sun “sort of” setting around midnight….but it was already hiding behind the trees by the time I grabbed the camera. Oh well.
Most girls use their paycheck to buy shoes – I use mine for iTunes. That is, when I had a job. Its quite ridiculous actually. I even had inscribed to the back of my iPod: ” ‘MUSIC: My food, drink, and drug’ – Annalise Arnold ” Here are some tunes I’ve had stuck in my head for a while, but its okay because they’re super sweet.
Walking is therapy. It never gets old to me. It’s in the admiring the historic architecture downtown of the homes, small businesses, outdoor cafés, flower shops. I want to live in one of those antique looking studios with the terraces, old brick and winding staircases. In the beginning, all my attention seemed to be focused on the large disadvantage I was at for not having a car. I realize now all the beauty, inspiration, people I would have missed out on if I did have one. Just on my way walking here to the library I stopped to talk to a man and ask him what the breed was of his adorable pooch. Mixture of a malteese and poodle. Taking note of that…
A few days ago Carissa and I decided to go on an adventure downtown SLC purely on foot and bus. We went to a flea market, which was full of amazing talent, art, and creativity. I love going to places that give me ideas and inspiration for my photos. It was on the corner of 9th east and 9th south. If you’ve never been there, check it out. Lots of fun things to discover in that vicinity. That’s Sugarhouse area, right?
We had fun walking along the sidewalks and taking ideas from all the homes we saw and customizing our own imaginary dream houses. We stopped by the nearest Smiths and bought a sorry substitute for lunch…chocolate covered peanuts and sour gummy worms. But as we were eating and sitting on the curb waiting for the bus, we saw an old man fastening up one of those child buggies to his ancient, rusted over bike. He then whistled towards his front porch and a little beagle/some sort of terrier mix came bounding towards him and jumped inside the buggie. Carissa and I just turned to each other: “Awwwww…!” We passed them several times as we were on the bus ride home, with the pup’s little tongue hanging out in excitement, with squinty eyes from the wind.
Dear Feng Shui,
I’ve been sleeping on the couch for most nights within these past few weeks because I don’t want to face what’s behind my bedroom door.
But I can say that I’ve discovered a streak of creativity due to my situation – I’ve found that a t-shirt can easily take the place of a pillowcase (shown above)
Bottom line is – I need some intervention here. That whole “spiritual flow of heaven, harmony, and peace into one’s habitation” deal (thanks to wikipedia) sounds like a grand idea right about now. However I have a sinking feeling that until I learn to do laundry before I have a closet full of bare hangers, you really won’t do me any good. But I just finished 3 large loads and FOLDED everything. So I’ve got potential, right?
(I miss my old blue room back home every DAY!)