Giveaway! Giveaway! Giveaway!

I may have mentioned that I like to make jewelry. I do. And I've set up a blog where I'll be posting just jewelry related things, including prices for those interested in buying something. For now I'm planning to post pictures and prices of pieces and then if someone emails with interest to buy I'll do a reserved listing in my bead shop on etsy, where they can go and buy and have the paypal options and feedback/convo tools.

So my first post is going up and it's for some jewelry. I'm giving away a pearl bracelet and a pair of earrings to match. Go check it out. Leave a comment, post about it on your blog, refer a friend and earn a ticket in the drawing hat for each. Good Luck!

GO HERE to enter!

Fashion Police

They must smell fear. And they know where to find those needing 'assistance' because I came across this post, without even looking. Closet Clean-out for women in their 30's.

I'm not 30, yet. But it is so close. Some of the items on the list never existed in my closet, but those that have and still do are very many in number. It's time to kick them outta the closet. I can't help but feel guilty for sending them to DI, where someone just like me may pick them up as a cloak reflecting the mirage of teenagerdom.

I MUST sleep!

Because I've promised two girls and three boys that we'll make the trek to the Pioneer Day Parade up town. It starts at 9. We're riding the train at 8am and walking 5 or 10 city blocks to hopefully find a spot to sit or stand and watch the parade go by. And then walk with the whole entire city on the same tiny sidewalk and hope to get a spot to sit or stand on one of 5 or 6 train cars and be home before everyone dies of starvation.

I am totally packing the camera. Just for proof that I went and lived to tell about it.

Cave Dweller Emerges

To say, Mee ga ooga storooga. Palooga chekooga mee ga blogooga!

Or as we say in English, I'm working on a jewelry selling venture. I have set up a new blog here. AND have business cards on order. I also have a header and an avatar on Etsy, for extra beads and custom jewelry orders. Kind of scary. But I haven't been hiding away without reason.

When the going gets tough, the tough go

Crazy!
Shopping. In their own home!
Running! Or more truthfully, jogging with walking bursts throughout!
Treasure hunting, under beds!
Cleaning!
Kickboxing!
Dancing!
For a Picnic with friends!
Web surfing!
Scripture reading!
Garden watering!
Weeding!
Praying!
Journaling!
Brainstorming. For more stress relieving activities!

And hopefully never again, to the Carb Cupboard!

We're officially Oldy-Weds

Yep. Lester and I have been married 9 years, today. We celebrated by going to Ikea to get one last thing for the bathroom re-do we've been doing all week. And then we had dinner at a great place ,with a view, (thanks Gabe) The Ikea Cafe. And then after hiking through the miles of store walk path at a neck break speed (Lester almost won the speed walking contest), we had ice cream at Coldstone. I had Lemon Sorbet and will probably dream of it on sugar-free days. I gotta get a recipe for making my own in the vitamix! Just in case they don't have any on my 'cheat days'.

Half Made

Do you ever have those days where everything you do gets half done?

I'm in the middle of one.

I could walk into any room in the house and find something that was left half done. I have great intentions when I start, and then someone starts fighting/making a mess/wants to play outside/is hungry/needs me to hold a piece of the bathroom sink/take the kids out of the bathroom/go to Lowes (AGAIN)/make a phone call, and on and on. So the project is left. And when I finish referring a fight/cleaning a mess/putting on shoes/going outside/feeding/assembling/entertaining/shopping/talking/etc. etc. I am in a different room and I see a project that needs finishing. One that I started hours ago. So I start the attempt to finish and the whole cycle starts over again.

I feel so scattered in my thinking, half hearted on my attempts (because who knows when I'll finish) and almost near the point of wondering 'why bother?' . I need a boost of energy and a houseful of secret elves to help me plow through the clutter and laundry. Instead I'm stuck with a de-caff root beer and a houseful of slightly taller less neat disaster creating children. Oops gotta run, there has been a toy-nado sighting, toy-nado Eli just passed through their bedroom in a hurry.

Batten down the Hatches

I think winds of change are blowing my direction. I can't decide if I should stay above ground and enjoy the breeze or run for shelter from a tornado.

My mind is so full of thoughts I don't dare start for fear of opening a floodgate that knows no bounds.

Christmas in July

For me it was. I got a package in the mail. A package full of gorgeous prizes, from a very thoughtful friend. I love the bag. It's so me. And it's handmade. And a cute little notebook to go in it. And crayons, in a crayon roll. SO cool. Thanks Julie. It totally made me smile!