Nesting Round 4

I'm really tired and really overwhelmed.  Which should tell you one thing: frantic.  When I'm feeling this way I start setting absurd and unattainable goals, such as needing to look like I live in a Martha Stewart home, make Martha Stewart sort of money (pre bankruptcy), and have Martha Stewart looking dinners and Martha Stewart craft times with my kids.  And I'll be damned if I don't make the Martha Stewart Walnut wreath before the end of November.  I'm damned.  MarthaIloveandhateyourdaily5emailstome.

Oh wait.  I forgot to mention.  I'm nesting.  And above paragraph has nothing to do with nesting.  Above paragraph is added to already innately nesting maternal crazies.  Heh.  I'm posting things on craigslist, making weekly trips to the SPCA, arranging Amvets pickups, dropping off at Salvation Army, and arranging junk removal with Shenandoah Junk Removal.  Because I. gots. junk.  And the house is still trashed.  Because I'm about one notch above motivated, and striking neither a negative score nor positive with discipline.  None better said than by Hitler, "Mein Kampf."  (I'm not sure how that becomes applicable in so many aspects of my life.) (Oh wait, yes I do know why, maybe I'm dramatic.)

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a LOT to say

Casey Anthony, you serious?  You serious, prosecutor?  Maybe this case should not have been brought to court so soon, with such holes in the bucket.  AND SHE CAN NEVER BE TRIED AGAIN.  For Murder in the first degree, manslaughter or aggravated child abuse.  All of which I'm sure she's guilty of.  You're a psychopath, Casey, (and so is your mom and dad.)

It seems you've had a lot of time to think in jail, Casey.  About your loss what's to come of your future.  "partial memoir/comedy/relationship advice book for those not in the know."  Memoir of what?  Aunt Jemima, your cell mate?  Comedy?  Is there something comic that I'm missing?  Relationship?  With you mom?  Your dad?  Caylee's absent father?  Or is it Caylee.  I'm sure in her short two years, you guys really bonded while you partied.


I could scream.  Let's brief this case:

• Baby missing for 30 days.  
• Grandma's 911 call screaming that her grandbaby has been missing for 30 days, oh and btw, my daughters trunk smells like a decaying body
• Day of 911 call you ask neighbor to borrow a shovel.  You don't use it.
• Google searches are "chloroform," "neck breaking" and the like. 
• 55 days from Caylee's birthday you switch your password to timer55.  As in, by the time her birthday rolls around you're going to need a good explanation as to where she is.
• Caylee was found in a dumpster with three pieces of duct tape over her mouth and nose.  With a heart sticker on it.
• That heart sticker belongs to the sheet of stickers that is in your house.
• Her decaying hair is found in your trunk.  
• You partied and got tattooed while your daughter was supposedly missing.
• You say she was with her nanny, who a) has a name that is shockingly close to the drug you're on b) is a completely fictional person.
• You're sick.

K i'm done.

Big Plans

I'm very pleased to announce that today I have ALL OF MY SUPPLIES ready to starting this Etsy shop.  I hope to have it opened by August.  I want to have at least 6 items in the shop when I open it.  I'm not going to let the cat out of the bag just yet as to what will be in the shop, but ideally I would love to have more than one creation of choice.  Where there is a will, there is a way.  Another way to put it, as my friend pointed out, where there is a way there is a will.  I tend toward the former, probably because I'm a hopeless overachiever.  But big plans mean big changes.  Which means that I'll probably do less eating cookies and drinking beer at night and more creating.  I'm pretty pumped.  Hopefully this will take flight.  Seems that when things and situations don't go perfectly I quit.  I've got to get over that.

In other Etsy related news, Mr Incredible is getting nervous because of this.  Quite frankly, I am too.  It's glorified Groupon and I'm hooked.  So when you see the house and myself and my family donned in beautiful handmade goods, you need not ask where they're from.  Love you, Etsy.

wait for it

.... probably not anytime soon, but I think (and we all know what that means- big plans, little results) I'm going to open an Etsy shop.  Skillz?  We'll see.

I'm delighted to see that I had 3 comments on my last post.  I'm motivated with nothing to say.

So there you have it.  An Etsy shop.  And in tribute to all you, love, virtual and non virtual alike, what do you think I'll be naming it?  IMPERFECTDAISIES.  so much love floating all around here.  I'll keep you posted.

That was a Hell of a Hump

Wowzers those last few posts (apart from the Koreans) left this blog in ill standing.  Well to me, anyway.  I really have no interest in reading the last few posts.  Actually I never have any interest in reading any of the previous posts.  They make my blush and feel nauseous.  Don't know why I'm the author of a blog.

I'm on the up and up, finally.  I've overcome my quick bout of Depersonalization Disorder (thank you Kim Iverson and Casey Anthony for putting a name to my mind/body disconnect.)  I can once again formulate thoughts, articulate feelings, and listen to people without feeling like I'm in an underwater dream.

And then come apologies.  Please excuse me, friends and family for the repeated questions, nonsensical answers, and overall DPD.  I'm sorry to my faithful readers for nary an update, and I apologize to myself for losing about 20 followers and all my readers along the way.

So let's get back to the good ol' days.  Nothing says I'm back to my old self like a few obscure linkups (trying to open my own Etsy shop, here.  Gotta use benefactors where I can find them.)

We're getting a new roof soon, with the lowest estimate at $10,000.  Ten thousand dollars.  ching chong rashem.  Homesecurity greatfalls can be a b$&%^.  But since there always is that silver lining, we can think, ha!  maybe we'll get cable!  www.localtv-satellite.com  If they'll be on the roof anyway we might as well get some sort of entertainment out of it.  (doubt it.  I'd rather shop with the extra $90 a month.)

Other than that, I don't know what to update you with.  But let me leave you with this, my fellow blog people.  I'm gaining weight and for once in my life I don't care.  Dare I say, I'm embracing it.  We'll talk more about that later.  But for now, I have freshly baked cookies awaiting me.