I’m blessed in my life with brothers. I have sisters in my life, too, and don’t get me wrong – they are special to me as well, but that’s another post.
I want to take some time and honor these men.
First of all I have the fortune of having three brothers by blood. Two older than me and one younger. All of these men have had a profound affect on my life in different ways and at different times.
I have idolized my oldest brother (11 years older) since as far back as I can remember. I grew up wanting to be just like him, be interested in what he was, act like he did, et cetera.
As a young adult and really even a teenager, I was knowingly concerned with what his perception of me was; and honestly I don’t see a dang thing wrong with that! He’s a wonderful man who has been through a lot in his life and he loves me and I love him. There are five of us kids and he and I are very similar. Because of that we share a special bond that isn’t like the others. He took me to my very first movie, for crying out loud!
((I’m the exact middle child, so I think I have a bond with each of my siblings that is different than the others. Maybe that’s just me. I really think it’s a middle kid thing. . . (I’m also and oldest child HAHA but that is for another post as well!))
My next older brother left a profound imprint on my mind as a child (he’s 9 years older). My mom has a picture of me and my little brother when we were little running around with our shirts off because we wanted to be just like him! He was so suave! Such a cool dude who drove a cooool car and had cooooool friends.
I don’t know if it’s because of our closeness in age or proximity, but I am closest with my younger brother. We are so gof damm much like the same person, it’s ridiculous. We lived together as young adults, we participated in similar activities in school, we shared a large majority of our friends. We are the hipsteryest of hipsters when it comes right down to it. Our interests are similar and complimentary and collaborative. I don’t think I would be the person I am today without having him in my life. Together we have been through probably the best and
worst moments of our lives. Supporting each other, fighting with each other, finding each other again. He’s the one person that can truly persuade my thoughts, emotions, and ways of perceiving the world around me. I truly respect him for that.
The man my sister is about to marry I have known for probably over ten years at this point (yep, I knew him first) and we have always been close. He’s so perfect for her. It’s like he somehow was supposed to be part of our family even though we are not blood.
My dude’s brother is the final mention on this list. His wife is such a close friend to me, and their family has a strong bond as well. He’s been such a huge supporter of me and been there for me through so many things.
I guess I’m not in the right place for the words here and that frustrates me slightly.
I love these men with all of my heart. They mean so much to me.
I hope you have brothers. There’s nothing quite as special (don’t worry sisters, I’m not forgetting you) as how brothers can build you up. Brothers are an important part of the structure of your life whether you realize it or not, even if you don’t have a brother by blood, there has to be a man out there that is close to you and has had a profound influence on your life. Tell me about it in the comments below!
(boys, don’t be mad that I only posted a picture of one of you!)
It is HIGH time that we have another Mix Tape. What do you say? This time I’d like to showcase my affinity for this folky movement that is out there right now. I personally feel that it is a direct result of Punk Rockers being born to Outlaw Country parents and giving birth to Hipsters. It’s the best.
Earlier this summer I was fortunate enough to be able to see The Devil Makes Three at the RedRocks Amphitheater in Morrison, Colorado. Let me tell you, if you ever get a chance to see literally any show there, do it. It was amazing. This was my second show at RedRocks. The first was two summers ago when I got to see the Dirty Heads. That, too was amazing. (Though it got rained out and I dealt with some absolute crap. Meh.) But seriously, it’s an outdoor venue with a natural amphitheater. Never before have I been to a venue that just feels like home.
The absolutely coolest thing about that concert, however, is that I got to see a band open for the Devil Makes Three that I saw as a baby band at a tiny venue about 10 years ago. A few weeks ago my sister and her dude, my younger brother, and I all went to see them AGAIN in Fort Collins, Co. I love them. Murder By Death. (There is a bond between my brother, sister, and I over this band as well. They really had a presence during a lot of our early-adult formative years stuff.)
Now back to the story. . . something I find truly amazing about these bands is that most of them have beautifully done studio versions of their songs, but their live music is also amazing.
What I wish I could show you is the Pirate Bagpipe Band I saw at the Larkspur Renaissance Festival. . .
Saho’s Folky Shit:
1.) Devil Makes Three – Black Irish
Full disclosure: 9 times out of 10 this is the first song I turn on when I hop in the car. It never gets old.
2.) Poor Man’s Poison – Devil’s Price
3.) The Dead South – Banjo Odyssey
Seriously you’re playing a cello as a bass? Bear my sons.
4.) Gasoline Lollipops – Death
5.) Kongos – Hey I Don’t Know
This one has to make the list because the acoustic version just fits the vibe.
Yes I’ll share with you the original, which is far different, yet bass ass.
6.) Lost Dog Street Band – September Doves
7.) Rosemary – Sierra Ferrell
I just really love this girl. Her music is so folky and yet diverse. This song makes me think of folk music of today but in the 1920s. LOVE
8.) Murder By Death – Brother
This song will make me cry almost every time.
9.) Old Crow Medicine Show – Carry Me Back to Virginia
HA! HA! HA! You thought I was going to say Wagon Wheel?! Grow up. . .
10.) Widow’s Bane – Haul Away Boys!
Shut it. I don’t have to buy into someone else’s standard of what folk is. Shuunnnnn!
11.) Josh Turner/Reina del Cid/Other Bad Asses – Dooley
Just look at all of their stuff. They are amazazazing.
12.) Bubbles – Liquor & Whores
This just can’t NOT be on this list.
I hope you enjoyed this. There’s much more to be had from every artist listed. Dive deep into the YouTube of it all.
I had a kick-ass Mix Tape lined out, but freaking YOUTUBE isn’t working right now. GROWL.
Anyway – I had really wanted to continue with my summer homestead series, but life has a way of kicking you in the balls sometimes and things have just been moving too fast.
I will tell you this:
The tomatoes did not survive the aphid attack. JERKS!!! In the move I knocked a branch off of one plant and stuck it in water. It is growing roots now. The only plant in my collection to produce any fruit was a “Green Tomato” plant that produced one tiny, round, green, tomato. When the frost started to hit, I snipped that branch and stuck it in water in my kitchen window and it is still growing and the stalk is producing roots. Success? Meh. I’ll take it!
The rest of the plants have been moved indoors for the winter season. Anything that produces something edible is in the kitchen – either in the windowsill or on the top of the fridge. A couple of larger plants have been strategically placed throughout the house and the rest are taking over my bedroom along with my fish.
My fish. . . So I planned to write a goldfish care post, and probably still will, but in doing the research for that post (and when I was planning their home on the budget of a poor person) I learned that it is very important to change their water often. Therefore, I chose to do a 100% water change the first week. This worked great for five of the fish. Flopsy didn’t survive. At least I think that is why. Who knows? She’s a little fish in a new home and a lot could have gone wrong. At any rate – I woke up the following morning to see Flopsy doing the death [float?] sink at the bottom of the tank. I knew she was in trouble so I scooped her up in a a clean ice-cream bucket and put a little (and I mean a LITTLE) Epsom’s Salt in with her to ease her discomfort. I also shelled a frozen pea and gave that to her to eat. Ultimately she didn’t make it through to the next night. I know she was a little gold fish, but I was pretty sad to see her go.
The other five are doing just fine. I did wait about a month to change the water again for fear of killing more. I had to breakdown and change the water when I decided it was time to clear out the porch for firewood storage. But like I said – they are fine. They are happy and so super cute!
Even though my room seems like a crowded jungle, it’s somehow one of the most peaceful places I’ve been recently.
I tried to hatch a Monarch egg to no avail. I was excited to raise the little bugger and set it free, too. Hrmpf.
Oh. The vinegar was also a horrid fail. I need to find a way to be able to stir the apples better because I developed a mold issue and decided to toss the whole batch in the compost bin.
COMPOST!? Yep, success! I made legitimate dirt, folks! I’m super excited about it, too!
The seasons are changing and for the first time ever I am truly embracing fall. I usually hate fall because it means soon there is too much snow, not enough sunlight, and seasonal depression. A lot of people would say that there isn’t really a fall season in Wyoming, but they are wrong. I used to be one of those people, and I, too, was wrong! We don’t traditionally get the beautiful changing leaves and Stephen King-esque road ways with fluttering oranges and browns, et cetera, but there is a fall to be had if you want it.
There is wood to chop and stack, homemade hot cocoa to be enjoyed by the fire, game to track, hunting equipment to prepare, and animals to clean, cook, wrap, and freeze once game tags have been filled.
A year ago I started lining out my New Year’s Resolutions and sometimes, even though a few things have changed, I am slapped in the face with the reality that the situation that surrounds them has not. I think I’ll start a new list and get that out to you soon. One year of my life I might actually stick to these things.
I made that previous statement to color this point – this time of the year all I want to do is hole up in my personal oasis and figure out how to be independently wealthy so that I can just stay home and snuggle by the fire with my dog and a good book.
I’ve been toying with making some youtube videos to broaden this blog. But, maybe I need to actually be consistent in blogging first, no?
BAH! I’m getting rambly and I have a lot of corporate life work to do. BOOOO.
So last night an impromptu trip to “the Walmart Town” (closest town with a Walmart, you understand) was upon us! My dude, his best buddy, buddy’s daughter and I hit the road for the 70+ mile trek to what some ignorant fools might consider actual civilization. (Because we don’t ride horses to places unless we actually want to, we have color TV and even wifi -how fancy!-, and actual electricity. Well unless the grid got turned off in the evacuation area because of the mountain fire.)
Anyway, that being said, sometimes it’s just more cost effective to drive an hour away to pick up some supplies and it’s nice to get out of town for a minute and actually do something.
We dropped the kiddo off with her mom and bumped into an old friend which led us to decide that after shopping we really should go have a beer (in my case beer me that water!) and hang out. The restaurant we wanted to go to had a wait of 22 minutes. Let me tell you, that is one thing we don’t adjust well to is restaurant waits, so we set off on foot down town and found this great little spot! It’s in a really cool old brick building and when you walk in (of course there is a bar, my boys need their beer, don’t you know?) you are met face-to-face with the coolest arcade. I’m talking old school games like Skee-Ball, and those creepy clowns
you knock down with rubber balls, Pacman which you can play here, rows and rows of pinball machines, games I remember from the 90’s like Time-Crisis and every possible racing game. Oh and Mario Kart.
The decor was fantastic, there were pieces of old machines all over the place and kids and adults alike were having an absolute blast! Now. I have been to a place in Ft. Collins, Colorado that in my personal opinion is just a tiny little bit more cool simply because we accidentally found it while walking downtown – it’s a basement bar that has a lot more pinball machines. But is so great about this place, and what I look forward to playing EVERY time I go, is a game from the 70’s called Stunt Pilot.
Anyway – back to last night! Don’t get me wrong, this place we found is really great! I had probably the most fun I’ve had this year there. We found a table top game that sat 4 players called Harpoon Lagoon. And we spent hours there. That sucker was hard. And fun. And rewarding. We got a rhythm going and it was great team-work and just an all around blast!!!
I sure hope this is a thing popping up all over the country! It beats playing Street Fighter at the Mini-Mart any day.
I’m officially calling it a homestead now. Before it was just a couple of acres in the country that we RENT. I’ve spent the 20ish months that we have lived here day dreaming about starting a homestead. Everyone who knows me knows that that is what I really aspire to do with my life, but practicality and money play a big role in preventing me from doing so.
So. . . when we moved in here, the first two things that I asked my landlord were:
1.) Can I have chickens?
2.) Can I plant a garden?
To both of which she answered a heart-wrenching “No.” Something to do with not wanting to tear up the yard. Which I find perplexing since we are out in the country with quite a bit of land. Dream crushed. I gave up, mostly, but was still happy with living out of town in an absolutely beautiful area. We have LOTS of wildlife, a water source, great views, and rarely anyone around unless we invite them. Plus I’m close enough to town, that driving in for work isn’t that big of a deal.
Then last summer, while taking care of my friends’ four-year-old daughter, we grew some tomatoes from seed on the porch. This ended up pretty well being a bust. We didn’t put enough much effort into them to be honest, and once we got them in containers outdoors, it was basically out of sight out of mind. I also did things like began to make my own household cleaners, bake as much from scratch as I could, et cetera. Little things that I grew up doing and just continued to do so.
Fast forward to this summer. My front porch is East facing and has huge windows to the East and the North. In the spring and summer this is a great place for my indoor plants to get really healthy and strong because they get tons of sunlight and it’s nice and warm. In the winter time not so much simply because it gets very cold on the porch. Also we stack our firewood out there.
This year, on May 24th, I got a wild hair up my ass to plant a little herb garden using these oui yogurt jars (because reusing trash is a good thing to do and well, I wanted herbs) at 1 in the morning. So I did. Immediately this reignited my weird, obsessive need to grow things. I really do love plants and I will try to grow almost anything.
So my porch jungle turned into this (granted I take cuttings from people’s plants whenever they will let me, prefer them as gifts, get seeds for different things and just plant plant plant. . . I also take plants from people who can’t seem to get them to thrive.):
Then, this weekend my sister came to visit from a town about a hundred miles away, and as always asked us down here in tiny town USA if we needed anything from the big city. “Why yes. Yes I do. I need some feeder fish!” This is my middle of the night on a Friday brain here “that way I can use the fish emulsion in my plants and make monster plants! Mwuahahaha!” My sister, darling that she is, got me six feeder goldfish from the pet store and headed down. But wait. I don’t have anyway to keep them or anywhere to buy supplies. So I did what any good thirty-something would do in 2018 and I googled that shit. I googled that shit hard. So what I ended up doing when she first brought them down was put them in a glass gallon jar and tried to feed them lettuce.
But these dummies don’t know lettuce is food because they were raised to be food, not pond fish. So luckily, I found some goldfish flake at the local grocery shopping store. AND THEN! I ended up getting a clear storage tote and filling that baby up with water and plant cuttings so that they had enough room (which technically still isn’t enough, I’m not quite sure what the long term solution is). I read a lot about what plants can go with fish and philodendron are supposed to be a no-no because they are toxic, but I say phooey, my beta I had for many years (in his tiny vase prison that I will never keep a fish in again) lived just fine with the pothos that I had in there with him. (RIP Ralph Macchio) It’s good for the fish and it’s good for the plant. I’m sticking to my guns on that one.
Then. While pruning my plants and picking cherry tomatoes, I discovered that my aphid infestation had come back. About a month ago, I noticed that my pepper plants I had growing on the porch were just infested with those little bastards. So I absolutely soaked them with a thick solution of Dawn dish soap and water that I put in a spray bottle. This penetrates the eggs and kills them before they hatch. Any soft bodied insect it will do the same to and any hard bodied insect it will suffocate because they breathe through their exoskeleton. You can also sprinkle turmeric in the dirt because they don’t like it, or co-plant them with onions because they don’t like that either. Or even bury cut onions in the soil next to the plants. Where there are aphids there are ants because aphids excrete a honeydew substance (that smothers the plants) which ants love so much they will protect the aphids. Ants and aphids = humans and livestock. CREEPSY!
Problem solved right? Yeah until yesterday! I was furious and feeling defeated. They were all over my peppers, had spread to my tomatoes in the next pot that were just about to bloom AND my hanging tomatoes. Following the advise of my mother, in absolute frustration and with the help of my sister moments before she was leaving to go home, I moved the infested plants outside and now I’m praying for ladybugs or green lacewings to come to my rescue.
This was particularly discouraging to me because because my tomatoes grew to about 1 inch of puniness and never grew more any more until about 3 weeks ago. This was my fault, I didn’t pull the stragglers out of each one and let the one plant get stronger, and I left them in their starter cups (old yogurt cups that my dad drilled holes in the bottom of for drainage) for far too long. I had refused to give up. So I moved my wash tub planters in the house, Pulled out the little spindly seedlings leaving one big one in each cup, and them planted them in the wash tub. I then gave them a generous dose of my homemade plant fertilizer and let them explode. I merely propped up the heavy plants with grilling skewers and some ingenuity and they were just fine until those little bastards moved in on me.
Lesson learned here? Next summer when I insist on having an indoor garden again – because I will – because I don’t like to conform to standards and might decide I want to start a pumpkin plant in August. . . – I will be either collecting or ordering lady bugs to live on my porch as well.
My homemade plant fertilizer recipe:
In a clean milk jug add:
1.5 T Epsom Salt
1.5t baking soda
fill with water and shake it like hell. About once a month or so water your plants with it. It’s wonderful. (Use caution with vegetables, because too much fertilizer can burn their roots and kill them!)
Also yesterday our mountains caught fire. It’s devastated about 6000 acres the last I knew. I’m not sure what the number is now. We got a bit concerned last night because of how well we could see the flames from our driveway.
ANNND since I was on a roll. . . Today was one of the rare Monday’s I was able to take off of work so I did two things (soon to be three after this post is finished).
First off – I sucked it up and started my compost pile.
I didn’t have much faith in my ability to do this because of past failure [laziness], but for a couple of weeks now I’ve been saving everything savable in a tub on the counter and it was full to the brim this morning after I dumped my coffee grounds in. Also I cleaned out the fridge so there was about another tub worth of veggie scraps to go.
I’d been procrastinating because I wasn’t sure if I had to put it in a bin or not and Pinterest didn’t want to help me figure that out. Jerk. (Just kidding, I love you. . .) Also I wasn’t sure where it should be located, but it was time to just do it. So – I consulted my mom and a very good friend of mine (and my sister’s boyfriend, but forget her, he was my friend first HA HA HAAA) and they talked me through what I should do and gave me really good tips on what to put in.
I marched outside and surveyed my land and found the perfect spot. Which I immediately second guessed, then later on decided that I need it to be in my first choice spot so tomorrow it has to be moved. . . HA women. . . Anyway, when I was coming back around to my front door I saw it in all of it’s glory. An old, beat up, piece of crap storage tote that I used to use for kindling just getting destroyed by the sun. Huzzah! That beauty was still sturdy enough to hold my rotten food waste! So I put it in location number two (oops) and dumped my ash bucket from my wood-stove in. In that ash bucket was also decomposing bark from when I cleaned out the woodpile in April. Because I’m lazy okay. Anyway this stuff was nearly dirt anyway and a little wood ash is okay. Then I paraded out my veggie scraps and dumped them in. Then I hauled out a bunch of half empty beer cans from a shindig I missed because I was working on Saturday and dumped that in. And then last but certainly not least, I brushed my beautiful shedding husky and put all of her hair that I could catch in the tub. I gave it a good stir and then remembered I was going to put the worms we had left in the garage fridge from that last fishing trip in there! I think that little baby is going to do just fine. I learned this (although I probably wouldn’t have done it anyway) don’t put meat in there because it decomposes differently and will brew bacteria.
Dear God what if I get raccoons in there? Those little bastards are all over out here. Allegedly you can spread Epsom salt around the bin because they don’t like the smell. I’ll give it a try, I will.
Second – I started a batch of vinegar.
Here’s what I did. I spent a few hours (as I tend to do when I’m trying to learn about something) bouncing back and forth between Pinterest and Google and finding out if I had the correct supplies to even start such a venture. Apples (or any fruit scrap)? Check. Sugar? Check. Water? Check. A glass jar? hahaha Check. A breathable cloth such as cheese cloth? Check. A rubber band? Check.
It’s that simple folks.
I’m not a good apple eater. I really want to be, but I find them quite gross. Yet I still try. So normally if I have apples around they are from the tree in the front yard, but for some reason it didn’t produce this year. My assumption is that even though it blossomed, there were not enough pollinators this year. We had a very cool and bleak start to our summer. That’s what I would have preferred to use, but as luck would have it I had done a juice cleanse a couple of weeks ago and had several apples left over. 15 small Granny Smith to be exact. Perfect. Sugar and water are always in supply in this house (I would hope you always have water, too). As for the jar, I had just soaked the jar I originally used to house the fish in bleach water over night and it had run it through the dishwasher. I don’t have cheese cloth, but what I do have are these mesh bags I got from a health food store that are supposed to keep your produce longer. They don’t. So they are just living a simple life neatly folded in the drawer with my flour sack towels. For a rubber band I chose one of those elastic headbands that I used to wear when I was a dance major and have zero need for now because they pinch my head and they don’t stay.
Alright. I was in business.
So basically what you do is add 1T of sugar per large apple. I had 15 small apples and don’t follow recipes well so I dumped in what I guessed was about 7T of sugar. Might be less, certainly isn’t more. I mixed the sugar with a cup of HOT tap water (It’s well water here, so if you’re using city tap or treated water, let it sit out over night or it will kill off the bacteria that you want to grow – another thing I learned is that this may not work for me because I clean with bleach and there might not be enough bacteria. . . I considered running my sponge around inside the glass, but no – I’ll spray the sponge with bleach instead). Then I just sliced the apples horizontally because the first grader in me likes to see the little stars inside (and of course promptly extracted the seeds from one apple in order to plant them later!). Then I filled the jar with the apple slices and topped it off with more tap water. I covered it with the cloth and head band and had something that resembled a country-style Ben Haramed. Now I will keep it in a dark cabinet, give it a stir about once a day, and in 2-3 weeks I should have vinegar!
I know, I know. FINALLY some content with some content.
My boyfriend is so much better at sleeping that I am. He will tell me goodnight, lay down, and be out before his head hits the pillow. Rarely gets up in the night, and wakes up early. Well before me, no matter when he goes to sleep. To his first alarm. Every time. Up and at ’em. He does talk in his sleep, though, and I absolutely love that. ❤
Me on the other hand. I am awake for hours after him, I’m up until I can’t hardly stand it or I start to panic about how little of sleep that I’ll be getting because of when I have to get up. Then I have to force myself to sleep. Generally counting backwards from 100, more than once, with soothing breathing. Then my alarm goes off and I hit snooze. for at least 6 times times, at least, before I get up. Begrudgingly. I’m always too tired. I’m pretty sure that I’m one of those people that would function best getting up at 6 pm and going to bed at 10 am. But I don’t do shift work and I’m so over bartending (more on that life another time, I promise you) and I live in such a tiny town in such a rural area that it’s not a valid option for me. I have to function with the rest of the drones with a 9-5. Yuck. The hour of the wolf is my hour.
I always have vividly wild dreams though. When I remember them I jot them down. That is the root of a treat of a project that will eventually make it’s way to this forum. One day. Just know that. Have faith my little fizzies.
Mel Robbins woke me up this morning (via a youtube notification, goodNESS I wish she’d wake me up personally) to give me this little gem the other day while I was laying in bed trying to decide if I should hit snooze, get up, just stay asleep. . . What?
Recently I have been trying really hard (let’s get real, I recognize what I’m doing wrong and feel bad about it, but don’t actually do the thing) to sleep in my bed, not on the couch; to leave my phone in the other room; to not hit snooze; to go to bed on time; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
So. . . Today I got hit with a terrible wave of exhaustion, like clock-work, at 2:09 p.m. on the dot (thats 14:09 if your brain works like mine. . . more on that later. . .) like it does every day. So I did what every person does in the year 2018. I googled that shit.
This plague is real, people! It’s colloquially known as “That 2:30 Feeling” and it is taking over my life. Probably yours too. I wish things were as easy to fix as when I could just consult the playground pharmacist and get my cooties shot. . .
YESTERDAY when it hit, I threw an internal fit (lies – it was a full-on outburst, but if no-one is there to witness it, is it even real?) about the fact that I had one of these at my old job, and don’t here at my new one. So instead I tore apart our entire file room and re-did it. Can’t really do that again today, though because boring. But seriously, if you can, buy yourself one of those desks.
Back to “that 2:30 feeling”. Apparently my body (and yours too) wants me to sleep around 2 o’clock in the afternoon naturally because it wants me to fail. Or maybe, more likely, it’s because we are just designed to be that way. We are inherently designed to recharge every so often, but living in the United States we are conditioned to overwork ourselves until we drop dead. Those lucky dogs in Spain actually get to go home after lunch to rest and recharge because it has been found to be more productive to have that break in the work day than it is to power through the slump.
On top of that, because of how we are constructed, our diet is sabotaging us. We were intended to burn fat for our energy source, but now that we are inundated with high calorie, simple carbohydrate foods and do not exert much energy to perform our daily tasks our bodies have to try to burn those extra calories or store them. I have read that it literally does not matter how much you exercise, if you sit for long periods of time during the day this can be detrimental to your health. Personally I find it detrimental to my ass seeing as how every time I have a job that has me behind a desk I gain about twenty pounds.
So. . . I don’t know what the answer is. Maybe if I take my lunch at 14:00 and nap for an hour I would feel better the rest of my long work day and be more able to get an appropriate amount of sleep at night.
The snooze struggle is real, however. I will probably be fighting that until the day I die, but if I magically find the solution, believe-you-me I will share it with you.
Well. I must say – this new Pinterest update is awesome.
Back up. I’m the type of person who does not like change. Like seriously, quit messing with my shit, man! Therefore, I know that the ability to make sub-categories on my all of my crazy – A-D-D driven – boards has been there for a while. Meh. Why bother with that? I’ll just make 20,000 different boards and that will be just ducky by me.
But wait! I also need (NEED) my life to be organized and neat and tidy. Yet the devil in me wants that to be easy so I procrastinate. A lot. All of that equates to me waiting until today to take advantage of this option, and let me tell you that I LOVE it. I really do. It’s not perfect yet, but apparently having a job means that you actually have to do work in order to get paid, so that goes on the back burner.
Go to my Pinterest page now, please. Thanks! That’s just a taste of how all over the place that I am. Weee! That’s what’s in store for my blog as well. So POO POO on you, you blog purists that want me to only write about one thing ever.
I love Pinterest. I don’t want to, but I really do love it. It’s freaking fantastic.