The deed has been done!

First clue of the PP Treasure Hunt and I am beyond stoked! I know for sure that at least one other member of my crew is stoked as well. I only say that because the rest of the crew is still sleeping. We really need a crew name. We’ve come up with some pretty lame garbage ones in the past. Maybe that’s why we have never found the medallion? My god. We’ve been so close every year. This is it! I am so sad that I am going out of town for the weekend, though. Excited to see my grandma and spend time with her and my mother… SO SAD to miss out on 48hrs of hunting time. Yikes. I hope that doesn’t make or break us this year.

Oh well. Deep breaths!

I have an easy to-do list today:

1. Brunch – this is non-negotiable. We have no groceries and I need food.
2. Grocery shop – mmm hmmm!
3. Tear up the gym – abs today (yikes!)
4. Spruce – the house doesn’t require too much work but some chores are definitely overdue.
5. Whatever!

I left my planner at work 😩 so I can’t plan my week out in it. I’m feeling itchy because of it. I can work it out on paper and in my phone but it’s not the same when it’s not in my planner! Ehhhhhhghhhhhh!!!!

Ice cold!

Today was partially spent deep cleaning my bathroom. Then I ate and ended up watching Property Brothers & Love it or List it for about 2.5 hours.

I decided that I can’t decide if I hate it if people “love it” or “list it” more… depends on the episode. I can tell you that the nasty people with super unrealistic expectations when it comes to home renovation and budgets drive me batty!

How can you be that daft? I mean, really? How do you not understand limitations? I found myself arguing with the TV and making snide remarks about the guests on the shows. Seriously. Start thinking people! You simply cannot expect a brand new home without dropping a dime!!

sigh

Today is definitely -3 degrees and I haven’t left the house. I smoked my last cigarette last night and haven’t even left to go buy more. So, I’m either quitting or becoming exceptionally lazy. Both? Is that an option? Probably. I don’t know… obviously I understand the health risks associated with smoking, it’s just that I am not ready to quit. It has been said that the more attempts you make at quitting smoking the more likely it is that you are to quit. That’s good, because I have attempted quite a few times. Someday.

This is my view from my craft station. I kinda love it!

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My glorious first day of 2015

Hello, world!

Today was magical in every way. It is now the year of the sheep! Baaahh! Here is a brief description of my day since I know all of you are insanely curious:

1. Woke up at 9:30
2. No one else was awake so I brewed coffee for myself & spruced up the kitchen
3. Brushed my teeth, then my hair
4. Went out to brunch with cool people
5. Napped for 3.5 hours
6. Went to the gym & killed it with my boo-thang
7. Scrubbed my butt in the shower (and other parts, too, naturally)
8. Made and then ate a super tasty salad
9. Crafted my “resolutions”
10. Watched Salem on Netflix
11. This!

I hope everyone else has had a deliciously relaxed and happy first day of this new year.

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Not Dancing

As I sit here in my cube an hour and a half before my shift starts I find myself completely unable to think of an early dancing memory. My earliest dancing memory… homecoming dance of 2003, possibly. I am not a dancer. 

I don’t dance now and I didn’t dance then. I don’t even know how to dance, I more or less just flop around like a fish out of water. I like to pretend that I am a giant noodle and I just wiggle around on dance floors across the metro area.

 

 I found this on Google Images.. that is pretty much what I look like dancing. I always smile. Smiling is good when dancing, because then people look at my face instead of my flailing appendages! 

SO back to my earliest memory… homecoming… dance… people… I was wearing an ADORABLE black tea length sorta cocktail dress with a fuchsia crinoline that was about 3 inches too long so it shot out of the bottom adding this amazing flair to an otherwise funerally-dress. It had a very nice boat neck with thick straps off the shoulders. Very classy, timeless almsot. 

Fire engine RED hair.. wow I forgot that! 

What I am really trying to say is… I shouldn’t dance! 

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Tunzo Funzo: A daily prompt blog

Show you fun… MY idea of fun…

If Hell froze over and for some reason I did not have to go into work tomorrow what would I do…

SLEEP IN! 

I know a lot of people, myself included on occasion, who take advantage of time off. Unexpected time off or not they wake up and seize the day, Newsies style.

With all the snow we’ve gotten I would most likely just want to stay in bed, cocooned in my blankets for hours. I am in desperate need of a crafting day and I did get a bunch of new paper to play with so I would most likely do this:

1. Wake up

2. Make coffee

3. Sit

4. Stretch

5. Drink coffee

6. Sit some more

7. CRAFT LIKE CRAZY – I have a few empty frames just laying about that I would really like to FILL with something. I have plenty of work that is just piled in random corners around the house. I could do that.

8. HANG pictures – in addition to the multiple empty frames I also have photos ready to be hung. Hardware and everything, just ready to be displayed. I just need to do it. It’s been somewhat difficult since my boyfriend/landlord [its the same person] is a little skeemish with the thought of holes in his walls. I mean, he’s owned the place for a while now so in my mind its time to actually live in it! Right? I’ve been living there for almost two years myself and haven’t hung up a single piece. I laugh about it because it seems so absurd to me. Why wouldn’t you put holes in the walls? I have never lived anywhere that didn’t have art hung in every available space. These naked walls give me gas.

9. Obviously eat… I like eating

10. Whatever the hell else I want to do! I’m a pretty simple gal. If I had a car there might be driving and/or shopping involved, because I LOVE shopping as much as I love smoking cigarettes!

I found this image on Google searching for “waking up” and I like it!

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Fashion Days of Yore…

This was me circa 2005.

Oh. My. Goodness.

That was MY style back in the day. I hung with a rag-tag crew of scrubby young, wash your hair once a week, deodorant what?, skateboarding turds.

I liked denim vests & jackets with iron on [or stitch on] patches of my favorite different “damn the man” bands. I lived for leopard print anything [because it was oh-so sexy] and had to incorporate it in every outfit.

Dark, thick black eyeliner on both upper and *GASP* lower lids… [uuughghghghhghhhhghhh] not my best look.

Accessorizing was key. As much jewelry as possible was my preferred “look”. I enjoyed stacking rings, necklaces and whatever else I could to deck out my outfits. Note the labret piercing. I always wore my facial jewelry and as many earrings that I could.

Oh my goodness…. STUDS & SPIKES! Studs and spikes and spikes and studs. Studs and spikes on my shirts, my pants, my shoes. Spikes on my necklaces, studs in my face. The choker collars were really in, at least to me, and I had two different ones that I switched out depending on my outfits. A black one with ruby red “gems” and a red velvet one with black “gems”. How ridiculous.

Buttons too. Who didn’t love buttons in 2005? WHO DIDN’T?? Just try to tell me who didn’t, because it’s a lie, everyone loved buttons. Everyone STILL loves buttons!

The short, choppy hair-do was probably the worst in all my life. Practically a mullet, mostly a disconnected Beatles worthy shag. Ick.

My FAVORITE look… was most likely

The day bffl/hetero life partners wedding.

Notice how there is still leopard print shoes. Somewhat hard to see in the photo but the bride was also in leopard print shoes. I guess you could say its always been our thing. I think that day was my best fashion day. Sleek. Sassy. Stylish. CLASSIC! I loved, loved, loved the red, oh my goodness, my hair was perfect that day, too. Natural makeup look, no facial piercings and the duck face! LOL.

We were happy. It was a happy day. Happy fashion day!

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Artsy Fartsy

Dreeeam Job…

Lets get right to the point. I have always said, and probably always will, that my dream job is to write and illustrate children’s books.

People will always have children. People will always read to their children. Children will always love to read.

BOOM – future set!

I remember when I was 14 years old I was in my English class and we had a project to write and illustrate a short children’s story. We were to make a little book and present to the class, blah blah blah… Anyways, I being me, wrote some story about a Siberian Husky who befriended a cat and they were awesome and happy and I got an A+ on the story, my class loved it, and my teacher was blown away by my illustrations. That was the first time I ever thought I could be happy doing something so… fun.

A few years later I had a similar school project, similar that I had to write a story, minus the illustrations. Well, for some reason that year I had a little more difficulty and I enlisted the help of my BFFL & hetero-life-partner to come up with a story. And what a story it WAS! If I have a copy around here somewhere I will definitely post it. This story was about a cat {Jacques] who was friends with a goat in France, who happened to fall in the ocean and ride a whale to a far away tropical island inhabited by jungle cats… I have no idea.

So, my dream job would look like this:

Wake up to morning sunlight & the smell of freshly brewed coffee, naturally, NO ALARM [beeep beeep beeeeeep – UGH, gross] and roll out of bed. By this time I am sure I would have a coffee maker with a timer so I don’t have to tinker around with grinding beans and filling pitchers with water or pretty much anything.

I will have my own personal space – full of natural light, pastel yellow & green decor, a nice big table, plenty of storage and work space… something like this, only with a bit more of what I described and less blinding white, less Croc’s, too…

So, I’d wake up, stretch, hang in my studio.. pump some jams on my iPod….

*NSYNC – OF COURSE – 

Id write, doodle, draw, paint, sketch, create story lines, develop characters… whatever my heart desired.

I would take as much time as I wanted for my lunch breaks where I would most likely just eat homemade mac-n-cheese while watching tv or walking the dog.

Basically my dream job is to never have to leave the house unless I want to go shopping or need to run errands. My dream job wont have me driving in rush hour traffic to and from work. My dream job will be low stress, high reward. My dream job would have lots of chocolate & sparkling water. My dream job will also have a lot of fun music.

Daily Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/prompt-money-for-nothing/