Etsy

I just had to share the beautiful, magical work of Etsy seller marywibis. I seriously got chills when I looked at these "The Four Seasons" wine glasses:



Notice the attention to detail exhibited in the falling leaves at the base of the "Fall" glass. All of her work is equally gorgeous.




I love how she has a product for every season and occasion and everything is exquisite.

Blech...

Do you ever have one of those days where you are feeling pretty good about yourself... Maybe you have a cute outfit on or pretty new shoes... Then you glance at yourself in a store window or a display mirror and realize you look like crap? Today is one those days.

I went to Target at lunch and I found a bunch of basic clothing items that fit cute and some stuff for the fiance. Feeling pretty productive. Then I went to the home goods section, of course, and walked past a mirror. Yick. My nose was red (who knows why), I've got a huge pimple on my cheek, and my hair is being weird today. Grrr...

But I did see these beauties...

Mmmm... lovely, no? They look much prettier in person. And ironic, considering I was mad at the mirror above them for making me cranky. I am thinking these will look fab as side table in our bedroom. I want to paint the walls a nice, deep gray, but not too dark. I think these will really pop. BUT, I brought home a tray last year like this one from Target:

I then decided that I have nowhere to put this tray and I took it back. After I took it back the fiance says "Thank god you realized that was hideous". He would not have said anything had I decided to keep it, so he may keep his opinions to himself on the tables. Then again, the tables are much larger and more attention seeking than just a tray. Plus, he will have to use one of them. I suppose I should wait until I have the rest of my furniture and the room painted before I start buying new things... so sad.

This is ridiculous.

If you haven't seen this video yet, you need to watch it. It is reprehensible that they would take this womans child away based on something so ridiculous. Do they know what caused the situation? For all anyone watching this video knows, this child asked to be dragged around. I know I loved it when I was a kid. Personally I think those little back backs that look like monkeys and puppies with leash tails are awesome and adorable. And great for a kid who is unpredictable, crazy, or has ADHD. And considering I have ADHD and my fiance is the most stubborn man on the planet, our child will be a joy (sense the sarcasm?) and will no doubt need a leash.

Woman Jailed For Dragging Kid on Leash - ParentDish

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Hmmm...

The calorie counter thingie I want won't paste into the gadget dohickey. Says there are illegal characters or something. Any ideas?

Ick.

I have gained twenty pounds in like the last 6 months. Discusting. My pants no longer fit. I have no money to buy new pants. Ergo, I must lose weight. And just so that I feel shamed enough to actually try, I am going to put one of those weight lose meter thingies at the bottom of my page. Just as soon as I figure out how.

Pests

Anyone know what gets rid of moths? They are everywhere! I have all of our delicates and coats crammed into the cedar closet, because I am afraid to put anything where the moths can get to it. Anyone? Bueller?

One of those days...

Do you ever have one of those days where you just feel like crying? For no apparent reason?

And now I get to go home to this:

Is it normal when you read a blog and someone is all, 'Oh, I am just so beat from painting the bedroom, the hallway, and the dining room yesterday'? Am I just a lazy sack of shit or are those people single-minded freaks? I am excited if I get one box emptied and dinner cooked before 10pm every night.
I posted last Friday (or even the Friday before) that I hoped to get the hallway and the walls and ceiling of the dining room painted that weekend. Still not done. Mr.'s parents came up last Saturday, so I got nothing done. Sunday was big stuff moving day. The Sunday before was Oma's b-day, so dinner at my parents... Now this Saturday I am taking my dad's mom to lunch. She probably won't remember the next day, but what can you do? Maybe Sunday I will make a dent.