tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388978952024-02-19T23:29:06.780-06:00Perpetually SingleIt may be boring but its all I've got to write about.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-44980145095955862362009-08-15T22:16:00.002-05:002009-08-15T22:28:38.862-05:00The EndIt's time for a new chapter. <br /><br />Ava Mazur has left the building.<br /><br />Lets face it she wasn't that fun anyways. Mostly she was some blubbering slob getting over the loss of a finance' who wasn't that great to begin with. Its been 3years it time to get on with my life. A longer than necessary grieving process to be sure but we all do things in our own time. The point of the matter is I am no longer perpetually single, I'm single on purpose. I'm happy and writing under this sad address is tiresome. <br /><br />Welcome Annabelle Tinley the girl in the pink polo.<br /><br />New Blog Link<br /><a href="http://thepinkpolo.blogspot.com/">http://thepinkpolo.blogspot.com/</a>Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-43967648526336298972009-08-15T21:45:00.003-05:002009-08-15T22:15:30.512-05:00The girl in the pink poloI've been busy. Not being in school is good for my depression. I feel a bit like a new woman or an old woman depending on how you look at it. <br /><br />When asked what were the best times of your life most people can narrow it down to a school period. High school or college. I suppose I'm a bit more narrow minded than that. The best time of my life was the summer of 2001. It was the summer after my sophomore year of college. I took a three week spanish class and spent the rest of the time barely working at dominos. I drank with my friends, I ate what I wanted, I took long walks around the little lakes at winona. I purchased a size 14 jeans from gap and paired it with a size XS pink polo shirt from gap. Sure it was a men's extra small but still I've never before or since used an X in my size to indicate smaller. The scale was 179lbs. <br /><br />Its only been 10 weeks of really doing something about the near 100lbs I've accumulated since that time and the process at time seems dauting. But allready I'm starting to feel like I did that summer long ago. The girl who despite not being a waif got her rump pinched at bars. The girl who would occassionally catch her self in the mirror and smile rather than frown. <br /><br />Despite it not being my wiegh in day I cheeted and sneeked a look at the scale. 10 weeks down. 10% of my body wieght gone. A staggaring 27.8lbs to be exact. I went from not being able to run a minute without gasping for breath to running for 20 minutes and still being able to physically walk out of the gym without support. I'm scouting potential oportunities to move back to Chicago. I'm becoming that someone that I never thought I could be. <br /><br />I run. I read more. I listen to music about 10x's as often as I watch TV. I recycle and bring my own bags to the store. I embrace being prissy. I have organic wheat beer in my fridge. I don't care that organic is a crock because I think its charming. Despite still being desperating obese could it be I'm embrassing my inner girl in the pink polo? <br /><br />I'm taking a rather sloppy approach to my wieght loss. This could either end in horridness or turn out to be the best way to do it. I eat cupcakes, I drink beer and even still sneek the occasional camel light. However instead of doing these things 95% of time its more like 10% and isn't that resonable? <br /><br />Then today I was reading a book <a href="http://www.dietgirl.org/">"Diet Girl" </a>which was adapted from a blog. It was the last few pages and after 7 years and half her body weight I read her moment when she realized the was "done" Like in the movies iTunes played the perfect song on cue "Proud" by heather smalls (also known as the biggester loser last season theme song). <br /><br />I had my toubles with the book. I got a little done with shauna when she got thinner than me and found her other half....well maybe I was more jelous than done. But by the end I realized that I have so much in common with this person. I'm fat, I avoid, I blame...but at the same time I'm so much better than that. I'm so much stronger than that. I will get there. I will fit into clothes at H&M I will be happy.<br /><br />I allready am.<br /><br />P.S. Toliet seat situation is worsening. The break has severed clean through. Too cheep to replace.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-48375279311171354412009-07-27T21:21:00.002-05:002009-07-27T21:26:34.412-05:00fattyHow is it that I am losing weight yet yesterday I sat down on my toilet seat and it broke. If that isn't bad enough this is the second toilet seat my fat ass has broken in the last month. This one was even a premium wood one...split just like that. I have been sitting on toilets all my life two in one month. That's just fucking rediculous.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-79340071675212046082009-07-25T12:50:00.002-05:002009-07-25T12:53:12.106-05:00JobsI spent 2 hours yesterday witting a wonderful suck up coverletter only to find out when I applied for the job that I couldn't attach it (or my resume for that matter). I don't think I have ever been able to actually just attach my cover letter and resume to apply for a job so it makes me wonder why i spend so much time obsessing over it.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-50345489916786210822009-07-23T22:59:00.003-05:002009-07-23T23:05:24.604-05:00Super FitYou know you are fat when you are running on the treadmill and your belly roll flops and lands on the emergency stop causing you to come to a screeching halt and almost fall down.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-43207359331196096462009-07-21T23:31:00.002-05:002009-07-21T23:41:11.331-05:00Spagheetti & Bolognese SauceTime to dinner: 25minutes<br /><br />Ingredients<br />8oz whole wheat pasta<br />1 lb lean ground beef<br />1/4 red onion chopped<br />1 big green bell pepper (or two small ones)<br />2 tsp Tastefully simple garlic-garlic....or 2 cloves of garlic minced<br />1 (28 oz) can diced tomatoes (I like the garlic and olive oil ones)<br />1 cup loosely packed fresh basil (cut into thin strips)<br />1 tbsp red pepper flakes<br />salt to taste<br /><br /><ol><li>Break apart and brown the beef for about 5minutes</li><li>Add the chopped onion and bell pepper continue to cook for another 5minutes</li><li>Stir in the tomatoes, basil, salt, red pepper flakes and garlic...cook until slightly thickened about 10minutes</li><li>Cook the pasta according to package</li><li>Toss the pasta in the sauce</li></ol>Makes 4 generous servings.<br />Approximately 8pts per serving<br /><br />This is my adaptation of the weight watchers recipe "Spaghetti with Quick Bolognese Sauce," as found in Momentum cookbook.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-28158398161751924322009-07-21T00:17:00.001-05:002009-07-21T00:20:12.462-05:00Flight of the concords - I'm not crying<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6ea8ZVSZ5Q&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6ea8ZVSZ5Q&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-7143791416587918762009-07-21T00:10:00.003-05:002009-07-21T00:17:33.544-05:00Reflections of a 28th BirthdayGas, Metra and CTA transportation......$60<br /><br />Lunch at Portillos.....$7<br /><br />>10 vodka based drinks....$80+ dollars<br /><br />Ice Cream at 5am.....$3 with "complimentary" ice cream scoop<br /><br />Breakfast for two at our posh hotel....$60<br /><br />Fun weekend with friends....PricelessAnnabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-6770222046059190962009-07-15T18:32:00.002-05:002009-07-15T18:38:06.311-05:00Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts - Wolf Parade<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3f0U9IPOb4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3f0U9IPOb4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />I got a hand<br />So I got a fist<br />So I got a plan<br />It's the best that I can do<br />Now we'll say it's in God's hands<br />But God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he?<br /><br />I ain't quite the beauty<br />Pulls out two guns and shoots at the pretty, pretty view<br />Gotta keep thinking, things, hunters and kings<br />To block out the view, I gotta get<br />New bell to ring<br />New song to sing<br />A steady hand to ring<br />A readiness of things I do<br />I gotta get a new plan to bring to the people<br />People I can trick them into thinking anything<br />Oh rust it just right in the light<br />It's gold, it's gold<br /><br />I got<br />Water and holes in my hands<br />I'm a digger of holes in the land<br />It's the easiest way<br />And you know It's the easiest way<br /><br />So I go<br />Lalalalalala<br /><br />I got water and I got holes, so<br />Lalalalalala<br /><br />Sons and daughters of hungry ghosts<br />I got water and I got holes, so<br />Lalalalalala<br /><br />Sons and daughters of hungry ghosts<br />Lalalalalala<br /><br />I got a hand<br />So I got a fist<br />So I got a plan<br />It's the best that I can do<br />Now we'll say it's in God's hands<br />But God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he?<br /><br />I can't believe in the guns<br />I can't believe in the view<br />I sing, sing<br />Lalalalalala<br /><br />I can't believe in those hunter and kings<br />I got a new plan to bring<br />I got a new song to sing<br />And it goes<br />Lalalalalala<br /><br />And you know it's the easiest wayAnnabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-30023488185839132602009-07-14T17:38:00.003-05:002009-07-14T17:43:44.114-05:00Don't worry water bottle I will give thee new lifeYou know you are committed to going green when you are on a bicycle ride 3 miles from home and have to stop at a vending machine to get water. You open the water to fill your reusable water bottle and place it back in the handy dandy little holder.<br /><br />Then as you go to throw away the water bottle you realize that there is no plastic recycling bin.<br /><br />Look around for options...seeing none you then spend 20 minutes fashioning a water bottle holder out of your bike rack, pants v<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">elcro</span> holder and keys.<br /><br />Ride your bike home and dispose of the water bottle in your personal recycling bin which is two times the size of your garbage bin.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-13507056251147026672009-07-14T00:06:00.003-05:002009-07-14T00:22:32.878-05:00Sunshine on meDear Mother Nature,<br /><br />I would like to issue a formal complaint about your sun. Your sun has been tormenting me for years. I wear long pants, stay indoors whenever possible, and I lather on the highest spf I can find to try to avoid him but ever single summer he comes up when I least expect it and he burns me. This weekend I was canoeing down the river and he left me with two bright big patches the size of Kraft singles on the tops of my breasts. I find this not only rude but an increadibly inappropriate location for him to leave his mark. All my dreams of cleaveage for my birthday barhopping is ruined. I trust you will reprimand him approapiately.<br /><br />Sincerly,<br />Ava MazurAnnabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-72699216896115919322009-06-27T02:12:00.002-05:002009-06-27T02:56:23.398-05:00Catch UpOkay so I haven't blogged in 2 months sue me. <br /><br />Here is what you have missed.<br /><ol><li>I have tentative imaginary plans to move next spring. The plan is to start mailing my resume to anyone who will take it come January. Why January you ask? I need to work a year post graduation at my job otherwise I have to pay back my tuition reimbursement. </li><li>I've taken up jogging. Yes I'm serious. As embarrassing as it is to admit I have to loose 110lbs to be a "healthy" weight. I think its time I get on that. In three weeks I've lost 11lbs and am up to 2.0 miles in 30minutes at a run/walk considering I started at 2.0miles/40minutes not bad. I'm doing a 5k this fall.<br /></li><li>I've quit dating for real this time. I need to get my shit together.</li><li>I can manage to clean my house for a party in under 4 hours. This is much better than my previously needed notice of one week of vacation time.</li><li>My father is actually trying to be supportive of me moving to Chicago.</li><li>I love my bike. I got it tuned up, got a rack and bike bags :)</li><li>I'm sick of being jealous of people. Now I'm just going to copy for them.</li><li>When people ask me about my music taste I say, "indie rock" it may be pretentious but its true. Besides I've always thought myself to be a tad bit pretentious anyways.</li><li>I still have Ed's childhood Christmas ornaments hanging in my closet.</li><li>Alice and I have started to talk like Richard Simons we are all glass half full...its sickening yet refreshing at the same time.</li><li>I sleep at night.</li><li>I let myself dream.<br /></li></ol>I have a vision for my future. I guess everyone does things in their own time. I'm not sure where I will be in 5, 10 or 20 years but I can see it. I never see myself pregnant. Something very odd for someone who wants children. I see Alice & her husband living in an apartment and Cobie and I also living in the same building in separate apartments. I see riding my bike everywhere. I see myself running a marrathon. I will adopt two kids a 4yr old girl and a baby boy from russia. They will kinda be community kids for Cobie and Alice. I don't see a husband.<br /><br />Now I've never been one to be clairvoyant, however I am one to daydream....and the husband just doesn't happen.... Am I so content with my friends that I can't even imagine someone exists that would whisk me away from them & my imaginary city condo into a little single family home in the suburbs? I suppose its not really relevant at this point. I think I need to do some damage control to turn myself into a suitable human.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-1537465734669658952009-05-03T01:33:00.002-05:002009-05-03T01:47:02.680-05:00BrotherGuy number two gave me a call this morning and left a message where he left his name and described himself as co-workers brother. Crap. I doubt I would have agreed to go on the date had I known that, but at the same time I was a bit flattered are people tend to be pretty protective of their family members.<br /><br />We had dinner at hu-hot and conversation was good then headed over to see the soloist. Movies are kinda good for dates, you dont really have to talk and you are close enough so you can smell the guy.<br /><br />I don't like the way most guys smell. I have a bit of a sensitive nose but to me 90% of the male population smells like a combination of mild BO and old spice. Its not good. Brother didn't smell. This is a bonus.<br /><br />So after the movie we are chatting and walk out our cars and chat some more....which is all well and good but I hate talking in a parking lot so we go to a restaurant and have a couple drinks and talk for another couple hours. <br /><br />The goodbyes were awkward (they always are) lots of fumbling and saying you had a good time. No hug or anything <shrug>. This may have been my fault because I had veered in my walking towards my car. So all in all no fireworks but I had fun. Definitely worth a second date.<br /><br />P.S. Guy no. 1 is such a tool. I email his saying maybe sunday 2 days ago...he finally emails me today saying no that will work but i will only have about a 1/2 and left his phone number. Screw that. I emailed him back saying since you didnt get back to me I figured you couldnt make it. He has made no effort, so why should I.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-58998092711542400952009-05-01T00:03:00.004-05:002009-05-03T01:33:18.812-05:00OverbookedI kinda have two dates booked for Saturday. Before you imagine me excusing myself to the bathroom during dinner and dashing across town to meet the other guy I have instead just decided to cancel one.<br /><br />Guy 1: Sure he got in first but I'm pretty sure this date is going to be a bust. We were going the email exchange where I ask interesting funny questions...his answers were okay but nothing exceptional. The only thing that leapt of the page at me what his lack of interest in me. Instead of asking me questions he just said answer yours leaving it up to me to carry the conversation. If he can't even do a 50/50 mix in email he would stand a chance to my babble in real life. The only question he asked me was if I would be intimidated by all his female friends. Yeah that has nothign to do with getting to know me as a person. But then again who am I to turn down a coffee invite when I have nothing better to do. So I basically sent him an email saying saturday wont work maybe we should just try another time...(internet talk for "lets be friends")<br /><br />Guy 2: I don't know his name, I don't know what he looks likes, I know he is a nurse and over 6ft tall. A girl at work wants to set me up.<br /><br />Guy no.2 wins, I know so little about him there isn't anything to dislike. Besides the there is a human I know that is matchmaking rather than the computer which goes a long way with me.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-43480868248034602412009-04-29T22:50:00.002-05:002009-04-29T22:55:49.054-05:00DateSo I have a semi-date on Saturday. I don't know much about the guy he asked if I wanted to go out to coffee which I would be totally up for if he lived in Rochester he doesn't. Then I thought I really want to go to IKEA, so before I knew it I said as long as he was okay with 3:30 and somplace by MOA I would be in. I've got nothing better to do anyways.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-1844762632779646492009-04-27T01:31:00.003-05:002009-04-27T01:34:54.551-05:00A new Blog!!!I know you just don't get enough of me so I'm starting another blog with my dear friend Alice. It will chronicle my (our) journey to become less of a fat ass. So bookmark the new link it should be interesting. The site is under construction but you will get the point.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://alittlelessfat.blogspot.com"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Little Less Fat</span></span></a><br /></div>Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-1320589899408668862009-04-19T18:44:00.007-05:002009-04-24T23:46:10.967-05:00Asses 4 MeAlice and I were stalking okcupid when I stumbled across this fine bachelor. Laddies I decided to not snatch this one up so he is still available for the pickings<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Name: Asses4Me (real screen name)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I'm looking for a girl which also isn't easy to do because of my so called "kink" I'd guess 1% of females might be able to handle what I like.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What is the most private thing You're willing to admit here? I love anal sex...you did ask. And no I'm not gay.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What are your favorite movies? Anything with Cary Grant or Bruce Willis</span><br /><br /></span></span>Let's consider Asses4me for a moment. He is obviously on the site for "activity partners" I mean the screen name says it all. So the guy likes anal sex that is fair enough everyone has their thing. What makes me curious is why he feels the need to defend his sexuality in response to his anal sex. Now perhaps if perhaps the most private thing he was willing to admit was he really likes to take it up the ass I would say sure you should say you want a woman with a strap-on and not a guy...well and you would need a screen name that was ass4you. But I guess he wanted to be crystal clear.<br /><br />Now his movie taste...Cary Grant or Bruce Willis? Realllly? Thats like saying yeah, I love music you know anything like by Mozart or Tiny Tim.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghH4XqarNyhh7U2xrV7XTkk2CXXlPm6UEM8CEnsIAdsCnuuJqMX9SUzqmoud2KWUThbnmC50vzgFqC5sIzyRRmQUk0G86EVY7hFFyHUv_NZQMdSNU5Gyb5Q7fNgu8G5orIbpB9/s1600-h/17705276660650206318.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghH4XqarNyhh7U2xrV7XTkk2CXXlPm6UEM8CEnsIAdsCnuuJqMX9SUzqmoud2KWUThbnmC50vzgFqC5sIzyRRmQUk0G86EVY7hFFyHUv_NZQMdSNU5Gyb5Q7fNgu8G5orIbpB9/s400/17705276660650206318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326554397758770786" border="0" /></a><br />Oh and last but not least the picture. He says he's 26 but he looks about 12, I'm slightly concerned I might be prosecuted for posting such a picture. Notice the background...A sparsely decorated office with a plant. Is he at work? At home watching porn? Whats especially odd is his smile and by the way he is posed it almost seems as if he is unaware of his state of undress.<br />And quite a state of undress it is. You know when I take my pants off I go all out. I make a decision on or off and I go for it. I certainly dont stop mid-thigh and then rest my hands akwardly on the waistline as if to say...yeah thats good I'm done removing these...people can see my freshly bleached tighty-whities and thats whats really important.<br /><br />You didn't think I was going to let the vest go unnoticed. I imagine asses4me preparing for his big photoshoot looking at his closet going what to wear...what to wear. Humm I need something that really shows me off I'll just skip the shirt and go for this striking....OLD NAVY FLEECE VEST. Yes perfect.<br /><br />This guy will never be mistaken for gay...even with the twink hair no homosexual man would ever be caught dead in that half-outfit.<br /><img src="file:///Users/lilpenggwen/Desktop/17705276660650206318.jpg" alt="" />Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-68742730048089954672009-04-19T01:06:00.001-05:002009-04-19T01:06:22.145-05:00Sober livingSo tonight I went out with an old college pal I haven't talked to for at least 6 years. We had drinks listened to a band and met her brother who I think may have been my chiropractor at one point when my normal one couldn't get me in. <br /><br />I had three beers. Yes it was on an empty stomach but still. Only three. <br /><br />I was walking back to my car to drive home when I was reminded of Alices recent almost DUI and I had second thoughts. I lit my cigar I prepurchased so I wouldn't bum cigarettes off people and thought to myslef this is a bad plan. <br /><br />Smoking my cigar sans friends I went to Amsterdam only because they used to have a gblt happy hour once a month (Rochester is so conservative) so now I'm sitting alone in a bar. Feel sorry for me I don't hve the social skills. <br /><br /><br /> -- Post From My iPhone<br />Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-40107129067074918572009-04-14T01:58:00.004-05:002009-04-14T02:05:03.337-05:00I'm getting Married!Via myspace message (exactly as I always imagined it):<br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">hi ,just wanna favour from u ,i m an indian boy nd wanna get settled in usa .so i want to have a contract marrige for that i can pay enough of ..dollars. is.. if u r interested do reply if not i will not msg u again </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-J-2Q5yR9xc39Udd_iezvYzcNcxKXA_RzcUgJ6ngRLVd8wApWazYQ5LL3sUm4eRXwLM54HUrGuTAxB7ZEgoWvMTUJQ_XBbCioOZoo3mE68xJ9b_bQ6GuT84B3PTDDkSV8Mxmg/s1600-h/guy"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-J-2Q5yR9xc39Udd_iezvYzcNcxKXA_RzcUgJ6ngRLVd8wApWazYQ5LL3sUm4eRXwLM54HUrGuTAxB7ZEgoWvMTUJQ_XBbCioOZoo3mE68xJ9b_bQ6GuT84B3PTDDkSV8Mxmg/s400/guy" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324438044724326466" border="0" /></a>That's kinda a really big favor...especially with that beard...Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-3667931413964036262009-04-13T01:06:00.004-05:002009-04-13T01:30:23.286-05:00Ava's Crafty Corner - Duplicating a patternIn a continuation of my dress a wall series I present to you how to match copy something for matching artwork. <br /><br />Step one: As always pick something simple. Take the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cellophane</span> wrapping off of the canvas and unfold it onto the pattern you wish to copy. Trace the patter with a <span style="font-weight: bold;">PAINT PEN</span>. No Not a marker or a sharpie...a paint pen and a paint pen only. If you don't own one. Buy one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAhwCLJKmUVuW8JDXLnfagWAmfpC4fH3sk1RodZkGx4WoTEuJFUpuB_LNWZoZVVKzlI88TrAlVXrgpvc7Gcr8VX0v7KaYTBDlYfetVn0wA5ta2jA3dOwmUQ1QGOtylPxSkyqD/s1600-h/bedspread+and+plastic.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAhwCLJKmUVuW8JDXLnfagWAmfpC4fH3sk1RodZkGx4WoTEuJFUpuB_LNWZoZVVKzlI88TrAlVXrgpvc7Gcr8VX0v7KaYTBDlYfetVn0wA5ta2jA3dOwmUQ1QGOtylPxSkyqD/s400/bedspread+and+plastic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324056221012438210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step Two: Place the paint marked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cellophane</span> face down...so the paint is touching the canvas. If using multiple canvases make sure they are tightly and evenly spaced. When you have the picture centered use a pencil to trace over the painted lines. The pressure will cause the paint to transfer from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cellophane</span> onto the canvas. The lines will be light and a bit sketchy so be sure to fill in the gaps with your trusty pencil. Here is a picture before filling in with pencil.<br /><br />.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicsXWqesAreIjv0aT42S4hS-u92qxrNVi5v51PHL-nW8-vgpuesdcAfQCqMbU5OU33s8r4ybdwYau8xYsXy3i0SOA9r5LgqOmrTAiRDNQUIDnPNSoc2-rZUjMUEYGMif27tzJB/s1600-h/rubbed+canvas+image.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicsXWqesAreIjv0aT42S4hS-u92qxrNVi5v51PHL-nW8-vgpuesdcAfQCqMbU5OU33s8r4ybdwYau8xYsXy3i0SOA9r5LgqOmrTAiRDNQUIDnPNSoc2-rZUjMUEYGMif27tzJB/s400/rubbed+canvas+image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324056228191030690" border="0" /></a><br />Step Three: Paint, paint, paint and paint some more. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tada</span>! One thing I learned dark purple wall paint requires about 6 coats....and will never be used for this use again.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kX9VHbLmv9TBBFv43NU4sfBR0ORxSRaT91Ja1OWAPspbXwPexUOww7RMVW8uJOCOGdLRxWAfiV2EUTSVQcGNAbkICUwaTqOq56e758OUVZ-RxCY2KKWEFfd6gnCToDQhWIo5/s1600-h/big+flower+picture.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kX9VHbLmv9TBBFv43NU4sfBR0ORxSRaT91Ja1OWAPspbXwPexUOww7RMVW8uJOCOGdLRxWAfiV2EUTSVQcGNAbkICUwaTqOq56e758OUVZ-RxCY2KKWEFfd6gnCToDQhWIo5/s400/big+flower+picture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324056233127384018" border="0" /></a>Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-56067197821721050332009-04-12T03:09:00.006-05:002009-04-12T03:25:45.088-05:00Before & AfterHere are some quickie pictures on my bedroom. Notice the icky country blue walls and (allthough it is hard to tell miss-matched knobs on the closet doors. Oh not to mention all the crap in the closet itself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3JDwc4z20mAq9uLNO0NCt04UWifeX97zqqMJJmDD7uRjtwSSh4nLUMPw-259scKSIzgZEpAN1Kf9s5nkAtBpZNVwXUAoePbzgAa756g6eS-tkHQz1hpmMESyeRbHL6pOH56s/s1600-h/master+closet+before.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3JDwc4z20mAq9uLNO0NCt04UWifeX97zqqMJJmDD7uRjtwSSh4nLUMPw-259scKSIzgZEpAN1Kf9s5nkAtBpZNVwXUAoePbzgAa756g6eS-tkHQz1hpmMESyeRbHL6pOH56s/s400/master+closet+before.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323715494091604642" border="0" /></a><br />The after picture is a wee bit missleading. Since there is a giant laundry pile in downstairs, but the point is I got rid of 5 garbage bags full of clothes. Now there is just the process of actually getting them to Goodwill...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsjO9cibZzBOlaq0VNSfQOmmITtsBYFUt1OJRYaLXXp6y6mVOc02hcMw8CqXXOzW7cN3mOlZ2FKOP3io2nvbEhvZ0vDfwAeWUomXEcTacgUbDVY73wwkZx82_WajR7Ku9W8CJ/s1600-h/master+closet+after.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsjO9cibZzBOlaq0VNSfQOmmITtsBYFUt1OJRYaLXXp6y6mVOc02hcMw8CqXXOzW7cN3mOlZ2FKOP3io2nvbEhvZ0vDfwAeWUomXEcTacgUbDVY73wwkZx82_WajR7Ku9W8CJ/s400/master+closet+after.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323714699888091794" border="0" /></a><br />The new bedspread has arrived so of course I had to try it out right away. You cant see the new wall color very well, but its on the walls. I decided the flowering on the pillows was a bit too much so I flipped them over to the plain brown which I much prefer. It's a wee wrinkled but that will fix itself in time. I think it will look very nice whenever my new bed frame comes in :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqME0mgjBEf8DMR_9Io8KhwqbPHj7L-ZHTIwSfh1AUw7p-oGGQVtedj8gQDLPBTTyFAMXf7gU2Z58Ai_Ez9nD8vwA2Y5PexnIDSjiTrFvXI06Mm3xSPZkaAiCc-D0MRplTBS69/s1600-h/new+bedspread.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqME0mgjBEf8DMR_9Io8KhwqbPHj7L-ZHTIwSfh1AUw7p-oGGQVtedj8gQDLPBTTyFAMXf7gU2Z58Ai_Ez9nD8vwA2Y5PexnIDSjiTrFvXI06Mm3xSPZkaAiCc-D0MRplTBS69/s400/new+bedspread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323714501045134946" border="0" /></a>Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-83248388999153198272009-04-09T00:42:00.007-05:002009-04-09T01:14:27.828-05:00Ava's Crafty CornerI do not think I will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">surprise</span> anyone when I say I am too poor to buy artwork. I am not an artsy person and the thought of spending hundreds or even worse thousands on some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mediocre</span> art which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doesn't</span> match my house is well annoying. After millions of hours logged watching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">TLC's</span> trading spaces I was convinced that even I Ava-Right-Brain-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mazur</span> can adorn her walls for next to nothing.<br /><br />Now like a master it is time for me to pass the torch. <br /><br />Supplies<br /><ul><li>Left over paint that matches the rooms in your house</li><li>Pencil<br /></li><li>Paint brushes</li><li>Canvases (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Walmart</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cheapest</span> but hobby lobby is better for non-rectange canvases or large sizes). Personally I like the thicker kind that have staples around the edge....I just kinda like how it looks.<br /></li></ul><br />Step 1: Find your inspiration. For my bedroom I wanted to match with the bedspread I bought...despite Rory's objections. I thought it would be nice to make a couple flower paintings for the big empty wall and then some leaves for a set above the bed. Once I have an idea I like to go to <a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/index.php"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">istockphoto</span>.com</a> to find a design to rip off. My inspiration for these paintings can be found <a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup/illustrations-vectors/vector-ornaments/6249381-calligraphic-design-elements.php?id=6249381">here</a>.<br /><br />Using my rip-off design with a pencil <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">attempt</span> to kinda match what you are looking at on the screen. Its important to pick a design that is as simple as possible. Avoid circles they are hard to get even...do not attempt anything that is actually supposed to look like something. Abstract is best. If you need more than 2 colors its too complicated. Pick something else.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIk-MmtNdNlH08P6fk50PQQduYhxi-yUUCAE3jpVS40xG9UcPwfK1PFRIYSbxyGN-KBfMJQHQvrG2ZWvXfPZZ0659DucNGF_fTuVt5gZMqmFoDxIaYS9TBHuvly04O6YK0_6P/s1600-h/penicil+drawing+leaves.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIk-MmtNdNlH08P6fk50PQQduYhxi-yUUCAE3jpVS40xG9UcPwfK1PFRIYSbxyGN-KBfMJQHQvrG2ZWvXfPZZ0659DucNGF_fTuVt5gZMqmFoDxIaYS9TBHuvly04O6YK0_6P/s400/penicil+drawing+leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322563624093238850" border="0" /></a><br />Step 2: Choose your background paint and paint :P I suggest craft sponge brushes and regular brushes for the detail. Try to avoid your penciled in areas...this way you wont fuck it up later. Since you are using wall paint I highly suggest you do one coat let it sit for about another hour and then do a second coat to ensure full coverage.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXWGp7N18mZUSfpiZnSmZcZf9hMY6lOc2WvjfeoitstMkdXyXGZpbdELMR5uMamuKPn7CFZs2WQD3vGHKMiFb59D5ds37NdRDgSQKHx87JM2sTSsr0PuUgWf2Y25nfAYqSj0d/s1600-h/background+leaves.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXWGp7N18mZUSfpiZnSmZcZf9hMY6lOc2WvjfeoitstMkdXyXGZpbdELMR5uMamuKPn7CFZs2WQD3vGHKMiFb59D5ds37NdRDgSQKHx87JM2sTSsr0PuUgWf2Y25nfAYqSj0d/s400/background+leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322563452445495874" border="0" /></a><br />Step 3: Fill in your pencil marks with the accent color. Make sure to go over just the edges of your background color so you get smooth lines. For a fun illusion I suggest using the wall color as the accent color this way it almost looks like your have cut-outs in your canvases where the wall is showing through. Go back and touch up lines with background color if needed. Small <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">glad ware</span> is very handy for keeping little parcels of paint throughout your project and for extra protection against dry out use Alice's tip and keep them in fridge.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4_7EQ_8Perkm_LoE_Eif6Bx8OGN5Avv7ubNJxIiseTRHDdY7t1gBbKwrdKyLVtMHUPiPT301C1HMNyGix2KEquL4qQeeuHVB0W3MZR598JWU-33ZbnPVdsmxjyo8FQhgNgOt/s1600-h/finished+leaves.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4_7EQ_8Perkm_LoE_Eif6Bx8OGN5Avv7ubNJxIiseTRHDdY7t1gBbKwrdKyLVtMHUPiPT301C1HMNyGix2KEquL4qQeeuHVB0W3MZR598JWU-33ZbnPVdsmxjyo8FQhgNgOt/s400/finished+leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322563220693514786" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">TaDa</span>! For the price of 9 dollars a wall is dressed. Just wait until you guys get to see them above my new bed dressed with my new comforter...I'm such a hipster.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-85251607054705356842009-04-08T02:16:00.002-05:002009-04-08T02:39:12.250-05:00Time Warp Tuesdays pt.3<span style="font-style: italic;">May 9th, 1994<br /><br />I just don't care. I was talking to Tom about Nichole when all of a sudden Nichole gets mad. Its not like he didn't already know. Well then Nichole said, "I'll tell who you love...."<br /><br />Well I don't love, I just like him. I don't think someone can be in love unless they share thoughts with them. When you are in love you share the same interests. If you don't just like a boy but love him already when you go into a relationship you have nothing to build on.<br /><br />Well anyway I wasn't embarrassed so when Tom started listing names he goes, "It couldn't be Blair"<br /><br />Umm then I said, "Why not?"<br /><br />I was wondering why it couldn't be Blair. So I like Blair big deal. I never understood why it is such a big secret.<br /><br />Right now I'm on the bottom bunk at walcamp, a christian camp. Nichole is on the top bunk and jumping up and down, so excuse my handwritting. Nichole can be such a bitch. <br /><br />We were at square dancing, Blair said, "Do you really love me?" I said, "No" which is true.<br /><br />Well also today I held a baby lamb that was only 3days old it was so cute. Me, Katie, Nichole and Erin got to go.<br /><br />So now Nichole supposedly doesn't like Tom, Yhea I realllllyyyyy believe that, she is so full of bull. Now she likes Greg.<br /><br />****** is now best friends with Erin. ****** cut her hair short, and made a scar on her shoulder. I'm starting to feel she isn't my friend anymore. (Details excluded)<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">REFLECTIONS</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>It's not much of a wonder why<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> Nichole and I never seemed to get along seeing as I used every opportunity I could to gossip about her and spill her crushes. In fact its amazing we were ever friends at all.<br /><br />The other thing I find interesting about this entry and many others is my obsession with boys and who likes who, or who is best friends with who and how all the social cards are falling. I don't remember being obsessed with boys at that age. The only crush I really every remember having was Andy but that may have been before this diary. <br /><br />I took out just about everything about ***** bad situation and I don't want to air someone elses past that is none of my business. It makes me sad though, sad I didn't understand or have any concept what so ever of what she may have been going through. Sad that even though I didn't out right ditch her I didn't fight to stay friends with her either. <br /><br />****** and I used to write letters back and forth, the last one I think was shortly after I graduated from college. I lost her address somewhere in my moves and quite frankly I am too lazy to write letters anyway. I remember her last letter she was happy living out east with her boyfriend. She seemed well, she seemed OK. I hope she still is.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-56797915670964158842009-04-08T02:03:00.003-05:002009-04-08T02:16:06.694-05:00Paint & NicotineI'm really starting to hate the smell of paint. Alice and Rory + 1 came over to help me out with the painting buiness. We were very productive finishing both the upstairs bedrooms, the family room and downstairs hallway. It took longer than I expected but I am very happy with how it turned out. I have a few spots to touch up in the spare bedroom but other than that it looks pretty good. <br /><br />And I now have a put it back together goal of 1 month. I will get pictures up at some point. Right now I'm working on painting some pictures for above my bed. I'm going to have to let the base coat dry overnight. <br /><br />I'm not very happy that vacation is over, it went by way to quickly. Sometimes work feels like this never ending cycle and I just get kinda bored with the concept that I will have to do it for another 42 or so years before I can retire.<br /><br />At least I have something to look forward to this weekend. Alice and I are taking a bus to miller park to see the cubs game (or as Alice would say the Brewers game). I do belive I will limit myself to one drink at the stadium as I have hard core quit smoking.<br /><br />I've been meaning to swear off it completely again...and the stress of school kinda put me into a fairly bad habit. To increase our chances Alice and I are quitting together. We both had our last cigarretts on sunday night (Technically Monday morning). I'm fine when I'm at work but this sitting at home on the computer thing and in the car is proving to be more difficult. All and all I think I'm doing pretty good.Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38897895.post-40699891470226333562009-04-02T19:55:00.003-05:002009-04-02T19:57:18.448-05:00For your considerationI bought paint today...God I'm exciting. I've been doing a little pandora listening while working on the spare bedroom, so listen and enjoy.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgZ_tu8s5Wk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgZ_tu8s5Wk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Annabelle Tinleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14133704410832506194noreply@blogger.com2