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 😉

Morning person?

I promised my sisters I could take them and their friends.

I was being nice cuz it meant I had to wake up early on a Sunday.

Sunday is not the only day I get to sleep late, but it’s usually the only day I can do it guilt free.

They woke me five to 9 – whoops we overslept and now we’re gonna be late.

I grabbed a zip up and threw on a skirt over my pjs.

I waited in the car till they got themselves together.

I hadn’t done anything to be up.

Bad idea, but honestly, I have had worse ones.

Once I was driving I didn’t really need to be so alert – right?

By the first intersection there was a huge accident and I recognized people involved.

I couldn’t go around it all they took up almost both lanes.

The light was green.

It took a couple of seconds, in my tired state, to realize I was going to have to go in the total wrong lane. Unfortunately the bus behind me thought the same thing. He honked and gave me the finger. Yeah I should have looked behind me – next time- I assured myself.

But I was glad he had seen me I mean there was absolutely no room for another accident.

I am so NOT a morning person.

Anxiety Ridden Road Test

Before we left I asked her, “You have the address- right?”

“No- but I am pretty sure I know where it is.”

“Do you have the number to call in case we get lost?”

“No”

And before I knew it we were on the way. I typed into the GPS the city but that was it.

We began the trip to my younger sisters road test.

She was an absolute nervous wreck and she claims she knows directions and maybe she does, but not when she is nervous (which is most of the time).

When she said we needed to go off the wrong exit (which I overruled and explained we are going according to the English woman -on the GPS)

Then we arrived in the city but we had no clue where to go and then she realized she did not know where to go after all.

I alternated between being calm, steady, deadpan; to being frustrated, annoyed and a little angry she didn’t listen to me.

“Oh no they will fail me for practicing in the driving area”

“Breathe- inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth” I told her.

She didn’t listen to my attempt at calming her; she began the slow shallow breaths very close to hyperventilation.

“Breathe- inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth” I repeated- in a calming yoga instructor voice.

She looked around panicky

After circling for long enough we figured out where to go (thankfully they had a sign…)

Breathe- inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth” I repeated peacefully.

The instructor came by – asked me for my license I gave it to her.

“Have a fun time” I chirped to my sister cheerfully.

She looked shocked that I could suggest such a thing.

When I saw her 15 minutes later the smile on her face told all.

Stuck!!

Liz(my car) was being stubborn. Not her fault. She was encased in ice (snow that had completely frozen over).

I had a small mini ice-scraper, just in case of emergencies.

Last night I was informed by lotsa people to dig my car out cuz tomorrow it would freeze.

I wasn’t overly concerned. Decided to procrastinate and deal with it tomorrow, was too busy doing nothing. (Don’t you hate when you get in that lazy sorta mood and just focus on breathing and chilling)It used to not happen to me, but then I turned 21.

So this morning I had the most difficult time digging myself out.

After a half hour of getting nowhere I decided to just drive away. I slowly pressed the gas, put it in low gear and began driving. The wheels just spun, smelled of burning rubber and went no where.

This happened repeatedly, I dug out some more. Got back in the car and still went nowhere. I didn’t have enough energy for a good cry. Instead I took a piece of mint gum, chomped on it loudly as a stomped on the gas. Thought about who I could call, like who owed me a favor.

Noone that I could think of. Ugh.

I told someone I would meet them at 11:15. 11:15 came and went. I called them saying I will be by them in a half an hour.

After all the gas-stomping, idling, I realized I was outa gas.

I chomped on my gum harder.

It’s still early, I still have time, I told myself.

I called her again, I will be running a little late.

Finally after enough gas-stomping, wheel twisting, snow kicking – I was out!!

Wahooooooo!! 🙂

As a 21 year old I realize I now have more rights! (Wahoo!!)

Out of curiosity I was wondering what other rights I now have. (Besides for getting a class D (minus the J) on my license)

Now my sister can beg me every day to take her driving (she has her permit) and will continue to have just her permit unless she gets people to drive with her. Liz (my car) said no. We will see.

I can adopt a child- as if I will. As it is I have a hard enough time getting things done (this is referring to things that I don’t want to do obviously.)

I can get a pilot’s license (that should be on my new and updated bucket list).

Drink – it’s the age where you realize you are going to need it.

That pretty much sums it all up. Now that I am  21– I wouldn’t complain if someone out there decides to keep me 20. I liked that age. Oh well!

I’m 21!

Today was a big day, although it started out last night, we went to a quarry, met up with a skeleton coming out of a creaky door. The three of us raced to the car, our hearts in our throats.

Drove back, drove through a park (that you are meant to walk through- but its so unsafe to do so at so late at night and as a result we drove through the path around the lake.)

The driver was a blondie (stereotype – and she claimed the road- just turned into this and what was she supposed to do) Liz purred in agreement.

I got back and at 12, I poured myself a big glass of red wine. Drank it. Felt somewhat entitled. I went to bed.

As a 21 year old I am not sure I feel much older, and more mature (although that is what I claimed to those that text-ed me and asked what I feel like today.)

Oh and although I would’ve thought that at age 21 I am older and wiser – I am the first but totally not the second. My friends shocked me out of my wits by surprising me at work! I never would’ve thought… Maybe when I am 22 😉

Silhouettes are going to be my next.

My very next.

When I have time – that is.

I find myself running out of time.

Even for things that I have allotted specific time.

I did promise my clinic that I would do it for them.

So they can hang it on the wall.

It also takes time to dry- about a week.

And I simply don’t have a week.

Especially since I would like to do more than one.

Its so not happening.

I’m currently undergoing the stress.

Called finals.

We will see if I manage to get it all in.

Without turning my hair completely white!