Internet Diet Update [or] "On Writing"

SO. I'm having a hard time because a lot of the people I care about are on facebook and I want to know what they're doing with their lives and I wanted to show all of them this:

My most lovely Mother-in-Law made this BY HAND for me! Her body and button-joints and hair and face and clothes and shoes and dinosaur are all hand stitched. How IMPRESSIVE is that?? She is so sweet and I love how much this little doll that I've named Karen resembles me. She has my same eyebrow shape I love her little hat and her fun sock monkey overalls (that really work as overalls, you can unbutton them and everything!) and her Dinosaur named Deeno...
What a great Mother-in-law I have.

I've been to facebook a few times but it hasn't been as excessive and I feel like I'm making strides here. I haven't been to any of the waste time sites I usually went to. I've found a few things on pinterest that I like. I've made dinner the past couple nights (besides tonight because Sean wanted to grill) and I sort of rearranged our living room and I've been feeling better about myself. I learned some new make-up tricks and my hair has been looking exceptional...  It's all been better.

Right now, Sean is writing his latest work which he is really excited about and I'm really excited for him. I think it's really important that he writes because I know that it's something he loves and I like seeing him write. He types a bunch and then reads me a chunk that he's proud of and I love it. Plus that gives me an opportunity to pull out my editing skills and give him a few pointers and stuff. We both can do what we love and it's excellent.

There's a little book exchange that opened up a block or so from our house and the ladies that own it are super sweet and fun to talk to. Sean and I have been there twice and both times we've stayed for about an hour just talking about everything. Sean gave them one of his books (which you can access here and here and here or just google "sean donner unlucky" and you'll have all the websites) and they're all excited to read it and host open-houses or things for his future books. Which is one of the reasons he's so excited about writing this new one.

Yay! What a great time.
love, Ellen

Good Sunday To All

Hey, Guys! It's kinda been a while since I posted anything... sorry... but I have a good explanation! I've been writing a sitcom, lately, that I think is pretty funny. It's for my creative writing class but I'm also possibly sending it in to a real famous director who is a friend of a friend. I'm trying not to get my hopes up but being a tv writer like my hero, Tina Fey, would be AWESOME. Also, since Sean's a writer, he could do it with me! It would be a dream seriously. I'm not going to give anything away from it just yet besides that it's about my job, essentially, at the coffee shop and it's going to be hilarious.

Another reason is because we changed our whole house around! Our TV is on our bookcase where our crap-table used to be and the mini-fridge is next to it on the other side of the room and the couch is in the middle of the room and the crap-table is where it used to be and the fouton is in the corner where the fridge used to be... it's all flip-floped. I'd show you a before and after pic but all I have is an after pic... i'll still share it with you but you have nothing to compare it to.

this is the view from the front door, including handsome husband
don't mind the shabby couch...

and, for the record, I also changed the bedsheets, put away all the laundry, and hid some of the few thousand cords that were bombarding my side of the bed while Sean did the laundry and cleaned out the fridge yesterday. Also, we bought a vacuum that works. HOORAY! now I can always have clean floors! it even works on cleaning up our spilled cat litter in the kitchen. AND we bought kitty new food dishes because she's growing up and also a new kitchen mat that's weirdly made of rope but i love it.

AND! i'm getting new glasses sometime this week or next! from my favorite, zennioptical.com. Seriously, though, I recommend them to almost everyone who compliments my glasses (which tends to be a lot because I'm very fashion-forward. hah). No, I'm not replacing my old red ones that broke tragically in a walking incident... but I am getting a different pair of red ones and also some blue ones. HOORAY (again)! I can't wait to get them!

Anyway, I'm going to go eat my breakfast rice and enjoy my newly arranged furniture.
love, Ellen.

a poem

as she sat and stared at him,

his eyes affixed on his words,

she fell in love.

She fell in love with his passion,

his drive,

his intelligence.

He tapped away at the keys,

penning works everyone would someday read

and admire

as much as she admires him 

in this moment.

He taps, types, tinkering with phrases

and words,

stringing them together with

ease and eloquence.

In silence

they sit,

all but the tap of imaginary conversations

and announcements

coming alive

within his pages and paragraphs.

And all she can do

is sit

and stare

and admire his desire to create

to share

to inspire.

And she hopes

and he hopes

together, they hope

to see these words grow

and develop

as will their lives

together

in love

as one.

Crap, guys. I almost made myself cry with this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! 

love, Ellen

because it's been a week and the hub-cap is blogging next to me.

haha. Okay, I suppose I could talk about how school is going...

Well. It's going well.

I have a prehistoric life class and there's a lady in the class who brings her dog in a purse and it's the cutest little thing! The littlest and cuddliest and I want to stroke it's huge ears and make it wear blinged out hoodies! awwww. And I have to take a field trip to a Dinosaur Museum! Fun-zo!

Also, my Creative Writing prof. is a huge-o hippie. Right out of the flower power era, for sure. Should be fun, but possibly exhausting at the same time. And I think i'm gonna kick butt in that class, seeing as I like to be all write-y and stuff. (See? It's already seeping from me like ketchup from a packet.)

My Editing prof is named Marj which is super fun and also she's on a cruise this week. Lucky her. I think that it's gonna be a fun class. Also, we're taking a field trip to Adobe sometime! I'll see Sean and show off my handsome hub to the class cuz i'm awesome. Correction, we're awesome.

Brit Lit. is alright. I'm learning stuff and it's interesting. I can't wait to read Charles Dickens, though!! awesome. he's awesome.

I hate the winter. When it's too cold to step outside in anything less than 3 to 7 shirts, a large winter coat, both leggings and jeans, thick socks, and heavy boots, I only ever want to stay inside and cuddle. But, to be honest, that's all I really ever want to do. I can't wait until the day I can slip back into my shorts and tee shirts and strut around the park with a kite string in my hand and the warm breeze keeping my cheap, plastic aircraft afloat. I'll probably get a dog so we can walk around and toss a frisbee without worrying about frostbite or losing the little pup in the mounds of powdery white.

If you can't tell, I'm feeling a little... what's the word... creatively wordy  I'm sure that's not right, but it's night and I'm tired of searching. I figured it out. loquacious. duh. Anyway, I'm in a creative writing class and I keep coming up with fantastic ideas and then I can't express them just right. I'll keep working on it and report back eventually. I am, however, proud of my poem entitled Chaos, which is a jumble of synonyms and antonyms of Chaos in a chaotic manner (askew, oddly spaced, chopped up, etc.). I think I might even get a check plus for it. Please, hold your applause.

If I have something really great, I will most certainly share it with my loyal and obviously intrigued readers. But, until I have something substantial that wouldn't require me re-formatting anything, then i'm just going to leave you hanging.

So it's late and, as you might have guessed, I am tired. I kept waking up for no real reason last night and I just want to crawl into bed and be wrapped in soft blankets and Sean's Minnesota-Warm (is that a thing?) arms and drift softly to a dreamland where I don't get pregnant or have to encounter past acquaintances (good or not-so-good) and figure out which one is my real husband or have to wait in line for hours to get a mandatory elbow surgery where you get an anesthesia shot, go into the operating room, come out 3 minutes later with stitches on your wrist area and Oprah is there and it's dark outside and you see a guy from your French class last semester and somehow find a scrapbook of his past and learn that he was once a midget but know that that isn't true because he is normal sized now and you can't just change from midget-dom to average height... dom (true story, happened last night).
but alas, Sean is still blogging about that one time he got hit in the face with an icicle whilst trying to fix our tv satellite. he's fine.

love, Ellen.