Spring Break

Spring vacation


Was so relaxing even though not a lot got done.

Sometimes you need mandatory off days.

It wasn’t so much that I did anything super exciting and fun.

It was more that everyone was home.

And there were lots of things going on.

Siblings, siblings in law, nieces and nephews all came.

It was a party.

It was adorable seeing which neices/nephews personality and you would be surprised how young they begin exhibiting theirs.

It doesn’t make it too hard to realize what they will be like as teenagers.

Like the 2 year old  niece that comes to my room expecting me to ‘do her face’ and nails.

The nephew who finds it fascinating to see dead animals.

The 3 year old niece who knows how to manipulate the adults around her.

The toddler who while learning how to walk, tottering away, manages to step over all of the blocks, lego, and clics scattered around, but will walk into a wall.

The little boy who tells the most outrageous lies when posed a question regarding something he said previously. He is a really talented liar and they are hilariously funny (although his mom is not entirely amused).

Just like adults, even, I tell you.


Spring cleaning


Once a year I get into this mood

The kind of moods which oddly enough is too practical and almost boring

I feel an absurd need to throw out all of the things I haven’t used in a while

Like about a year or so.

Then I clean like mad.

This year

The mood happened

But then I read a diy blog

And it explained how you can easily take things apart and make it like new.

In a cool and fun  – even a little exciting sorta way.

That got my creative juices flowing.

I took a dress I was about to throw out and made it into a super cool skirt- halfway through I realized I don’t sew.

I took a nice shirt I had that had an oil stain the size of a quarter dumped it on my bed and categorized it in the gonna dye it file.

But it stopped my practical cleanup kinda mood.

It’s a liiitttllleee bit of a problem.

You see, I need to see the floor of my room once in a while.

To bad – there’s always next year.

Feeling purple-y


The feeling did not rid itself

It only grew

It was the happy kinda feeling

Spring in the air

Combined with purply excitement

So I did

Purple from head to toe

And yet it just grew

It didn’t seem to be satiated

I borrowed my sisters purple shoes

Put on a super cool lavander button down shirt

And a darker shade of purple – a pullover

I put on a new (I had just made) beaded necklace

Purple crystal earrings

Purple eyeshadow

Yet it only grew

I drove purply and butterfly like

Sorry – y’all on the highway

That was me weaving, drifting and floating

Music blearing

Purple-y wahoo!

Dried Gourds


As of the latest arts and crafts ideas have been varied but nothing awesomely-amazing, nothing awe-inspiring and nothing remotely magical popped into my head.

It was for that unfortunate reason I did a decent craft with buttons on canvas but that was it.

There was nothing that grabbed my interest enough, for me to get off chair.

(And note this is referring to a CRAFT idea- nothing else- that means it excludes this mornings routine of doing 35 jumping-jacks on my bed(mom do not look at this sentence please) and jumping rope 50 times. As well as, creating a recipe which includes ingredients the average individual never heard of – so healthy your stomach hurts by just looking at it! Don’t worry it wasn’t for me 😉

Then I was searching through various articles and found an interesting one (this was when I was at work- of course – that’s the only time I make any time to read anything besides for silly novels.)

Gourds were the first thing to be used as containers for storage (states the article I read). After drying it out (a process that can take around 3 months) they were then used for storage, bowls, and other exciting stuff. After they utilized it for boring regular things they kind of realized hey- just because it’s functional doesn’t mean it cant be pretty that was when they began decorating it – making it super cool- works of art.

In my head I piped up – ‘hey me too!’

I imagined my mom’s expression when she found various gourds hanging from various light fixtures. I smiled.

I may not have 3 months – I may just have to buy a squash that has been dried already. Its only a little shortcut (but its probably the first practical short-cut I have taken in a while).

Wahoo!! Fellow artists – watch out for some serious competition 😉

Malaprop – ing


After going to work, leaving for a class at school, coming back to work, I was totally spent.

A therapist came into my office. “Do you have a one hole type of hole-puncher?” he asked.

I handed him a stapler. “Here you go!”

He looked at me stupidly. “A hole puncher?”

I nodded still handing it to him.

There was no delicate way to say this, “That’s a stapler.”


It was odd because I heard him, but my mind just didn’t get it.

It’s like when you say something that you do not mean. It can get a little embarrassing even, especially when you aren’t even close.

“Hi- You left your shoe on my desk? – oh whoops I meant -can I have the clipboard?”

It leaves everyone wondering if English is your first language, or if you are all there- like what are you on?

The nicer of the bunch will just assume you haven’t slept much.

I killed him

I was shocked.

It’s kinda his fault anyway I mean he ran into the street.

I tried convincing myself.

I was not convinced.

My mind kept rewinding – back to the thump of his little body under my tires.

What an awful way to die, he was probably young and had his whole life ahead of him.

Well he was chasing a bird into the street.

I tried convincing myself.

I was not convinced.

My brain kept on showing his little gray furry image lying on his back, paws up… and the blood!

The poor little squirrel.

I wish I wasn’t running off to work.

Then I would at least bury it.

I felt rotten the entire day.


I had a most unusual experience which involved me shrieking on top of my lungs in disgust, shock and horror.

I had bought a nice overnight bag the nice big ones that kind of fit most things you can think of. (Including the kitchen sink).

As I emptied it out from all the stuffing’s (newspapers and the like) some-time later. I began to get the feeling someone had bought it before and returned it. Not because the tags weren’t on. Not because it wasn’t in good condition, simply because there was a plastic bag inside with a label with typed description of the bag.

I began emptying everything on my bedroom floor, so that I could see how big the inside really was, being I plan to use it this upcoming weekend.

The paper wasn’t typical stuffing paper – it had some cool designs on it. I was thinking that it could be the inspiration for a painting, or even the start of a modern art sort of painting I pulled it out to check it out. One lump of paper wasn’t that cool. The other one was a tree that swirled into something else, it looked like something so I pulled it out further and out came a little square rag.

That was not the reason I felt the need to scream.

It was covered in blood!

My immediate though was –oddly enough- ‘murder evidence’

That’s why I yelled.

I must read waay too many murder kind of mysteries.

It was a off-white sort of background with light blue pinstripes and smudged with brownish, and tan-ish dried out, smudged blood.

I picked it up with the paper and l had admired and took it to the living room because that’s where everyone was. I had to have an explanation.

The general consensus was that the rag was a makeup rag.

Oh well, so much for it being evidence.