Pardon the random strangeness . . . I'm just trying different things.
I kinda like the colors . . even though they are slightly . . vile. ![]()
Pardon the random strangeness . . . I'm just trying different things.
I kinda like the colors . . even though they are slightly . . vile. ![]()
Ok . . so I'm not liking the way the site looks any more. I tried it for a while . . . and just haven't been excited to be here.
So its time for a change. This may take me all day to figure out exactly what I want . . because I like too many things, and I'm *very* indecisive.
And aside from that, I'm FREEZING, so sitting here at the computer with sweats, a huge blanket, and a giant cup of hot cocoa is rather appealing to me at the moment.
*site under construction!!!*
Hell.
I just got notice that my HS 10 year reunion is in the planning stages.
That means it actually might happen.
Why? I hated HS. I hated just about everyone I went to HS with. I was so incredibly shy . . PAINfully shy. I always say, in HS? I was the paste that held the wallflower to the wall. I had NO people skills what-so-ever.
The idea of me being thrown back into the mix with the folks that made me so incredibly depressed just . . well. . . depresses me.
I want to see where all the 'clique' kids are now. The ones that used to pick on me, put me down, and tease me mercilessly. I want to walk in there, with my 6'1 self, my Bachelors AND Masters Degree . . full time job and blooming music career, and see exactly where these people are now. Show them that they didn't keep me down. Actually thank them for being pricks. . . because they helped show me the way to deal with all of the pricks in life. They helped me cultivate my own unique personality, and that being a 'sheep' *ISN'T* cool.
Life sure can throw curveballs at you. I'm literally SCARED.
It's going to be a tough decision . . to go? Or not to go. That is the question.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims
may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons
than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may
sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who
torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with
the approval of their own conscience.
-- C. S. Lewis
So I've found the most wonderful hand lotion. It feels great. . . it smells fantastic . . and my hands are so soft now.
Saturday, I actually had some free time. . . . and I actually had the need to go to the mall. (god forbid). I realized that I hadn't been there in forever! (probably a good thing!). So after walking the entire mall twice (up and down). . . I had a nice armful of stuff. Thankfully . . I didn't spend a dime. (I love it when it works like that.) I had a whole bunch of gift cards to use, and I had a whole bunch of stuff I needed. It worked out well.
My ONE frivolous purchase was that hand lotion. So I spent 10 bucks. (yeowch. original price was 16!!) . . . but its oh so worth it. The smell alone? Oh yeah.
Where'd I get it? Bath and Body Works (of all the strange things.) Here's a pic:
C.O. Bigelow Lemon Hand Treatment.
It smells like lemon chiffon. Fresh, clean, but no bitterness to it. Its really nice.
Just thought I'd share.
I'm at work . . on lunch. Oh joy.
You know, for someone so into helping people solve their decorating problems . . . . I really have NO idea what to do with my own place. I just love so many things. So many styles. So many colors. If I did everything I wanted to? It would look like Southern Living teamed up with Martha Stewart and had a big ole fight with West Elm (thanks to Jodi) and Z Gallerie, with a bit of Ikea, Pier 1, Pottery Barn and Bombay Company throwing random punches as well.
To say my style is eclectic is a bit of an understatement.
I have a HUGE leather couch . . very modernlike . . mixed up with a dark cherry entertainment center, a funky blue and gold fanback chair, your typical Wal-Mart green fleck bakers rack, and a giant circular 70's era marble coffee table with a funky copper base.

and thats just my living room. Not to mention the art. (Van Gogh, Black and White photographs, and a large square modern painting . . . black, white and ivory with a huge red peoney in the middle). I also want to add the vintage Tattinger poster to the mix. Yikes.
I'm frightened that when I buy a house . . its going to be one of those with themes for each room. This is the "modern" room. This is the "neo-classical" room. This is the 'romantic room" . . .and to your left is the . . blah blah blah.
It would probably be better if I could paint the walls. That would limit the things I bring into the house. My problem is . . . I don't have a set idea of what I want to do . . . so when I see something cute . . . I buy it. It doesn't matter if it matches anything . .. I don't have anything to match!!!
Oh well. not like i have the money to buy anything anyways.
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