tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55355550178756416752024-03-13T08:21:55.771-07:00The Quote Queen“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.” -Anne SextonHayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-31420420231647536242013-12-03T18:47:00.000-08:002013-12-03T18:47:40.809-08:00#Reverb13--The beginning<span style="color: #444444; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>December 1st--At the Start:</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 22px;">It would seem that January would be a good place to start your year. For me, it was a little different. After moving back to the Midwest from the East Coast in March of 2012, I started a new job and lived at home for a little over a year. Day in and day out was pretty much the same. I again became stagnant. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. It wasn't until I moved to the city from the suburbs that 2013 started for me. I moved to downtown Detroit in July of this year and the summer flew by in seconds , it felt like. I said that it felt like my summer didn't start until I moved, but I know differently. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Working towards a healthier 2013. Mind, body & spirit. I think I have never been more sick than I have been this past year. I am starting to eat healthier, exercise (yoga is cheaper than therapy) and not yet, but I'm hoping to find (that may be the place I have been going to all my life) a place to worship. I'm thinking all of these things go hand in hand. Healthy mind, healthy body, healthy spirit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Re-networking. Getting involved with my community and putting my skills to work. Whether it be freelancing, volunteering, a writing group...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;">I wish I could say that I'm disappointed in myself for this guilty pleasure, but I absolutely am not. The first guilty pleasure is reality television. Ughhhhh I know! Stop judging me! Can't I be an intellectual and watch people who are famous for no reason flaunt themselves on national television like idiots? Either way, I can't help myself. Bring it on team Kardashian, Rachel and ladies of Atlanta. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;">When Fall rolls around, and Starbucks puts that cute little chalk sign up that says, "It's back!" I can't control myself. I go on a pumpkin overload from September until the friendly barista tells me that I have to wait again until next fall. In that time, I might get a Pumpkin Spice Latte 3 times a week. Maybe more. It's insanity. Pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin lattes; anything pumpkin please! Just put an IV in me. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 18px;"><em>I let go of a constant feeling of regret and the what if. </em></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 18px;"><em>I let go of needing the answer and started to live the questions themselves. </em></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"><i>As easy as I thought this would be, it is definitely not the case. There are so many words I thought about and dissected, but just weren't fitting enough. The one I came up with was aimless. The definition of the word couldn't be more accurate. </i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"><i>Aimless: having no goal</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"><i>Synonyms (to name a few): accidental, careless, casual, chance, pointless, wandering, unplanned and best of all INDECISIVE.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">The antonyms on the other hand, are determined, directed, goal-oriented, motivated, pointed, purposeful and resolute. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">I chose aimless because that it was my life has been this past year. While many wonderful and meaningful things and people have come into my life, my goals have been put aside for too long. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">My word for 2012 will hopefully be PURPOSEFUL. And the meaning for that will show itself by this time next year. </span></span></div>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-28526664978377889062010-04-05T08:36:00.000-07:002010-04-05T08:38:00.306-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">"A clever mind is not a heart..."</span></span>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-9926547387196147222010-03-28T12:38:00.000-07:002010-03-28T12:41:18.582-07:00Even Stephen...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings - words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out."</span></span>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-79794263655819978352010-03-27T20:42:00.000-07:002010-03-27T20:43:13.420-07:00Team ZissouI want this please. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><script type="text/javascript"> <!-- wists_bgcolor = "#ffffff"; wists_font = "9px Arial, geneva, sans-serif"; wists_item_border_color = "#cccccc"; wists_box_align = "left"; wists_align = "left"; wists_font_large = "11px Arial, geneva, sans-serif"; wists_font_medium = "10px Arial, geneva, sans-serif"; wists_link_color = "#000000"; wists_font_color = "#666666"; //--> </script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.wists.com/Hayhay9?out=js&item_skin=jsfull&cols=1&rows=3"></script></span></div>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-55576801970948655422010-03-27T17:57:00.000-07:002010-03-27T18:01:10.713-07:00I Like to See People Reunited<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">“I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run into each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone…”</span></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">One of my favorite quotes from one of the best books...</span></span></span></div>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-91888853077424609762010-01-31T11:50:00.000-08:002010-01-31T11:56:36.589-08:00Painting that inspired the poetic voice...<em>My favorite poem about this painting</em>:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/S2XfjhGenXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5ZJiNNvj-zU/s1600-h/Nighthawks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432994326766329202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/S2XfjhGenXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5ZJiNNvj-zU/s400/Nighthawks.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">The three men are fully clothed, long sleeves,<br />even hats, though it's indoors, and brightly lit,<br />and there's a woman. The woman is wearing<br />a short-sleeved red dress cut to expose her arms,<br />a curve of her creamy chest; she's contemplating<br />a cigarette in her right hand, thinking that<br />her companion has finally left his wife but<br />can she trust him? Her heavy-lidded eyes,<br />pouty lipsticked mouth, she has the redhead's<br />true pallor like skim milk, damned good-looking<br />and she guesses she knows it, but what exactly<br />has it gotten her so far, and where?--he'll start<br />to feel guilty in a few days, she knows<br />the signs, an actual smell, sweaty, rancid, like<br />dirty socks; he'll slip away to make telephone calls<br />and she swears she isn't going to go through that<br />again, isn't going to break down crying or begging<br />nor is she going to scream at him, she's finished<br />with all that. And he's silent beside her,<br />not the kind to talk much but he's thinking<br />thank God he made the right move at last,<br />he's a little dazed like a man in a dream-<br />is this a dream? --so much that's wide, still,<br />mute, horizontal, and the counterman in white,<br />stooped as he is and unmoving, and the man<br />on the other stool unmoving except to sip<br />his coffee; but he's feeling pretty good,<br />it's primarily relief, this time he's sure<br />as hell going to make it work, he owes it to her<br />and to himself.... And she's thinking<br />the light in this place is too bright, probably<br />not very flattering, she hates it when her lipstick<br />wears off and her makeup gets caked, she'd like<br />to use a ladies' room but there isn't one here<br />and.... how long before a gas station opens?-<br />it's the middle of the night and she has a feeling<br />time is never going to budge. This time<br />though she isn't going to demean herself-<br />he starts in about his wife, his kids, how<br />he let them down, they trusted him and he let<br />them down, she'll slam out of the goddamned room<br />and if he calls her Sugar or Baby in that voice,<br />running his hands over her like he has the right,<br />she'll slap his face hard, You know I hate that: STOP!<br />And he'll stop. He'd better. The angrier<br />she gets the stiller she is, hasn't said a word<br />for the past ten minutes, not a strand<br />of her hair stirs, and it smells a little like ashes<br />or like the henna she uses to brighten it, but<br />the smell is faint or anyway, crazy for her<br />like he is, he doesn't notice, or mind-<br />burying his hot face in her neck..... She's still contemplating<br />the cigarette burning in her hand,<br />the counterman is still stooped gaping<br />at her, and he doesn't mind that, why not,<br />as long as she doesn't look back, in fact<br />he's thinking he's the luckiest man in the world<br />so why isn't he happier?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">-<em>Joyce Carol Oates</em></span></div>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-58860865505471484822010-01-31T11:28:00.000-08:002010-01-31T11:39:52.630-08:00Up in the Air<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/S2XbVcOv0hI/AAAAAAAAADs/4f_eh4splbU/s1600-h/clooney+up.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432989686894154258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/S2XbVcOv0hI/AAAAAAAAADs/4f_eh4splbU/s400/clooney+up.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"The stars will wheel forth from their daytime hiding places; and one of those lights, slightly brighter than the rest, will be my wingtip passing over."</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">Here he is...a man who has completely abandoned the idea of stability and commitment. Yes, he is committed to his work, where he flys 300 and something days a year, but committment to someone and a relationship, well he has made that impossible. When he finally meets someone "up in the air" there is a connection that isn't forced and is easy, so he thinks. This movie makes one realize how important human relationships are, even if they carry a lot of weight and baggage. While this movie may have been one of the most depressing movies I have seen in a long time (Closer), I recommend seeing it. </span></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><div><br /></span></div>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-87913855576334702932010-01-30T10:40:00.000-08:002010-01-30T10:51:11.286-08:00Broken Bells...Band to check out!<a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22385%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/gWBG1j_flrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/gWBG1j_flrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22385%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWBG1j_flrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWBG1j_flrg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Broken Bells...so good. : ) Do I hear James Mercer of the shins? Yes I do...</span>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-43713339120466744112010-01-30T10:30:00.000-08:002010-01-30T10:35:05.069-08:00gRay gray gray!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/S2R7kPJKUxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w_UhC9w4UpM/s1600-h/kate-moss-gray-hair.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432602912986125074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/S2R7kPJKUxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w_UhC9w4UpM/s400/kate-moss-gray-hair.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I don't care if people hate or the fact that they weren't permanent highlights! Next time I get my hair done....</span></div><br /><div></div>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-47528647246665381442010-01-26T19:52:00.000-08:002010-01-26T19:54:09.182-08:00Follow my blog with bloglovinHayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-58561179830496042862008-12-29T20:34:00.000-08:002008-12-29T20:46:23.038-08:00Shalom, I'd Like to Apply for A Loan...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/SVmnhFGBPDI/AAAAAAAAABg/ngIZGQXxojI/s1600-h/angelina+jolie+tattoo+upper+back+parlor+new.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/SVmnhFGBPDI/AAAAAAAAABg/ngIZGQXxojI/s320/angelina+jolie+tattoo+upper+back+parlor+new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285439824440933426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Because of a recent discussion on the topic of tattoos, I have become more and more intrigued with the entire idea of a tattoo. I have been contemplating getting one for some time...maybe about a year. Because I am not the person to do something drastic or on a whim, I have continued to wait. Hopefully when one gets a tattoo it is something that they want to have for the rest of their lives and it means something...hopefully eternal. But how can one really ink something on their bodies at one point in their life and know that they will be the same person in ten years or so? They don't. Other people say that only some people are made out for tattoos; such as the artsty-trendy funky kids as opposed to a prep who gets a tattoo and suddenly becomes trashy. The question is, even if something means that much to a person, and is that prominent in their life, will a tattoo truly suffice? </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span></div>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535555017875641675.post-87968159891649171712008-11-17T23:42:00.000-08:002008-11-18T00:11:14.727-08:00It's 2:42 a.m.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/SSJ39H97MUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4OwY5CD6mk/s1600-h/P1010279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEltmeRRSM4/SSJ39H97MUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4OwY5CD6mk/s320/P1010279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269906405971407170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I should be sleeping. But I can't... I miss Israel so much...It was a time where I finally had a clear mind. I need that back.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Hayley Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698243160890057701noreply@blogger.com0