Etsy Likes: Glass

I get daily newsletters from Etsy called Etsy Finds.

Etsy Finds collage together similiar type items and make a mini-presentation through email to encourage you to buy others' wares.

While I've only bought two things from Etsy, neither idea came from Etsy Finds.

I do find lots of things I like on Etsy Finds, just nothing I like enough to buy.

I thought I'd start sharing some of my likes.

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I think something like this belongs over my kitchen sink.

Maybe not in blue though.

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I like these too but, why do I need them?

Does a Love Text Count?

I got this from Boots this afternoon.

"I wish we would of picked a sooner date. 
I am ready to be your husband."

I miss school today. 
Ever since that 96 I've decided that I really can do better.
I want to do better.
I want to go back to school and learn something else and make these super good grades Dee Dee always said I should be making.
I need a project.
A goal.
I'm goalless right now.
Maybe this feeling will improve after Boots and I finally start working on the house.
That should be a big enough project for me, for a while.

The majority of blogs I read are sad.
Like this one.
Very sad.
Or, this one.
But he's getting happier.

Great writers are usually always tortured souls, or at least that's how it seems.
Hemingway, Dickens, van Gogh (so maybe he didn't write, tortured soul nonetheless), these people that make it big in the blog world are usually tortured by something, except for The Pioneer Woman, who is exceptionally happy.
Misery loves company, right?

I feel like I'm in a funk today.
I feel purposeless.
I feel lazy.
I want to do something, something great and wonderful!

I guess I'll go brainstorm and develop a plan.
TTFN!

It's Not Funny

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Have you ever watched The Money Pit with Tom Hanks and Shelly Long?

We're having lots of trouble with the seller and the seller's realtor.
Too much trouble in my opinion.
I'm starting to think maybe we should consider other options.
I'm getting freaked out.
What if it turns out like this?!

As Promised...

I'm working on a series of posts involving The House including pictures.
Please hold your horses and restrain yourselves from beating down my front door.
While you wait patiently (or not so for some) here's a little teaser picture of The House.

You can't do anything to protect yourself from the hazards of cancer.
You can wear sunscreen to protect yourself from skin cancer but you're probably giving yourself some other sort of cancer from the chemicals.
Read this blog post, go to the website Marnie mentions, look up your sunscreen of choice, and share in my disgust.
Pitiful.

T-minus 100

You know how new presidents always have this big thing about their First 100 Days in Office?
Well, today is the beginning of my last 100 days.
My last 100 days as a single woman.
My last 100 days with only one ring on that special finger.
My last 100 days as......OK, that's enough
I'm getting married in 100 days!

Perhaps in 200 more days I'll write about how my first 100 days in my new position has been, generally speaking of course.

In keeping with the 100 Days theme, here is my thrown together plan of things I hope to accomplish in the next 100 days.
Ahem.
1-Get married.
(Maybe that should be toward the bottom.)
2-Buy a house.
3-Fix up said house.
4-Decorate said house.
5-Fill up my recipe book that I bought myself as a graduation present with recipes for things I can cook and feed Boots once we get to the other side of this transition.
And maybe before.
6-Finish all of this wedding planning hullabaloo.
That's a big job in and of itself.
Six is plenty, six is my lucky number, I'll stop there.

Happy Last 100 Days!

Folks, What We Have Here......

......Is a situation.
A good one.
I think Boots and I just bought a house!

A Recap?

In the midst of my blogging funk/writer's block there has been a few things that are post-worthy.

Like the fact that my computer is evidently on its last leg.
Er, byte.
Space is vehhhry limited right now (and probably forever, for that matter.)

Wednesday I had a fit of creative genius that spilled over from Tuesday night.
I bought oodles of flowers (sunflowers and some weird yellow wildflowers) and floral tape (green and sticky) and went crazy in my living room while watching movies I'd long ago DVR'ed (man, I love DVR) and had yet to watch.

I could write about how Boots and I took three of his little nephews to the zoo on Thursday.
(The youngest one said, "Is that a good tiger or a bad tiger?"
:] )
Those boys are hands down the best boys in the world.
(They played in the bubble pit.
Did you even know they have bubble pits at the zoo?)
Words can't describe so I won't even try.
Anyways, those sweet boys had me all (sigh) babies until Friday night.
I'll get to that.

Oh, my exercising and working out so I won't be so fat come W-Day has completely fallen off.
I am a blob.
I hope to resume this week.
Maybe.
I better.

Friday, back to work after two glorious days off.
What an insane day.
We had five funerals!
I spent at least five hours straight in the sun.
Got my face and neck all red so now I have a great funeral director's tan.
(That's kinda like a farmer's tan but not because the only visible parts of a FD are their hands, face, and neck.
Plus the tops of my feet because I wear those funny shoes since I'm not a man and clodhoppers aren't exactly flattering on me.)
Got all stinky, and hot, and sweaty and smelling like a goat and stayed that way til I managed to finallyget home and take a much needed scrubbing.

Melody, my roommate calls, (we're still on Friday now, don't get lost) and she's coming home from her church's Bible School early because she has a killer headache.
Remember how a week or so ago (or maybe I forgot to mention it) I took her to the doctor for a killer headache who sent us to the hospital where the nurse called us an escort to Labor and Delivery (am I that fat?!) but would up taking us to get a cat run over her head and they said, "Oh!  Every thing's fine!"?
Obviously, everything was not fine in my fine friend's noggin.
Apparently, there's something amok.
(My, how I love my adverbs!)
(And, exclamation points!
"They" say exclamation points! make you happy! and energetic!)

Back to Friday night--the doctor delegates his team of nurses to give her at least three shots in the butt for pain, nausea, and antibiotics, respectively.
Much pain.
Much, much pain.
Especially in the head and later in the butt when she wakes up with those bruises.
I haul her home where she proceeds to puke all in the parking lot and right then and there I decide I'm not ready for midgets that resemble me and Boots to puke everywhere or even be everywhere or anywhere.
No babies.
I call my mom because I don't know who else to call at a time like this!
I need backup!
My mom comes and helps me babysit my sick friend.
I'm all nervous as a goose because I mean, "What if she throws up again?!?"
Yikes.
Put roommate to bed, check for breath signs every five minutes, pace floor, repeat.
Too wound up to go to bed at my usual bedtime.

Saturday.
Six funerals.
More sun, more redness (not exactly burning because I did this whole "it rubs the vinegar on its skin" thing to keep the sunburn away. 
It works.)
Roommate is sleeping off a bad headachey hangover all day, groggy and drugged up.
No more vomitus though, thanks.

Sunday. 
Roommate, much better.
Dog, much worse.
The dog got a dose of petrification or something because that girl was stiff as a lawn ornament.
She would not move.
Would.
Not.
Move.
Take dog outside, bring dog inside, put dog on floor, take shower, come back 20 minutes later and observe dog in exact same position in exact same spot.
I don't get it.
I can't keep a well house.
Am I next?
Yikes.
Only one funeral Sunday.
Major relief.
Went to church.
Came home.
Rest.
Sigh.

That's it.
Good enough?

People are like fires.
They need oxygen to survive.
They get hot and out of control fairly easily sometimes.
Get too close and you might get burned.
They'll keep you warm and will burn bright for you when you need them as long as you tend to them right.

We're internally hardwired to do the things that we aren't wanted to do.

Perhaps I'd be better off if I didn't think so much.
If I didn't read so much, analyze so much.
If I could just be and do instead of think.

The One Where Rachel Explains It All......

This whole blog thing is really a Catch 22.
(I'm not very good with sports analogies but I believe the phrase "Catch 22" means something you can't win at.
Whatever.)
Blogging is about taking photos and documenting interesting parts of your life.
In order to do so, you must always carry and camera around and snap lots of pictures and plan, write, and edit your posts in your head before typing them out.
Or at least that's how I do it.
My blogging has really been slacking lately.
I either don't have anything interesting going on or I'm doing something interesting and don't think to document.
I can't win.
Catch 22.
Therefore, I'm proposing a hiatus of sorts.
I think I will just not write until I have something really good to write about.
For example, Boots and I have resumed The House Hunt once again.
For reasons of premature undying love I have decided not to get attached until we are attached so I will not be posting pictures and/or documenting house hunting in great detail (or for that matter, any detail) until there is significant reason.
Oh, and, I went to a rodeo last night with Boots and a new friend.
It was nasty muddy and Boots got my car stuck and we had to get some redneck cowboys to push us but I have no pictures because I wasn't packing a camera.
Catch 22.
So for now I say goodbye.
I will be back when the time is write right.

Hello, Martha!

I found this cake on Martha Stewart's wedding website.

I like the swirls in the icing and the simpleness of it.

I want my cake to be three layers though and ivory colored.

Send Hearing Aids Immediately!

We have a squeaky refrigerator at work.
Imagine an opera singer singing "Ave Maria" in as high a pitch as she can muster and she suddenly gets stuck on the "AAAAAAAAAAAAh!" part for several hours.
My ears are starting to bleed.