I am (very slowly) transforming my house, and my kitchen design goal is steampunk. I painted my table red, and then I painted black milk paint over it and highly distressed it, it’s a cool look, but I don’t love it.
I am entertaining the idea of covering it in pennies and then adding a bar top epoxy over it when I am done.
Thoughts? If I do it, and it looks great, I’m thinking of carrying the design to the island bar as well. Too much?
Any other ideas?
Meh. It’s 7 minutes.
I should be asleep.
I haven’t even been at my job for three months, and I have been given the “talk”.
I have three bosses. The owner, the HR lady, and the billing manager. It appears the three of them have decided I will be moving to full time and taking the billing manager position. Should be an interesting ride.
I have the least seniority, and I was kind of enjoying just showing up, doing a job, and going home.
As soon as my boss realized I am a very quick study, can creatively solve problems out of the box, and am not afraid to make decisions that may have consequences (and own them), she started putting me in charge of people when she was away.
It will be a slow transition, and one that happens in a way that no one really notices and gets pissed off about, so I haven’t told anyone.
I’m happy though. I spent a long time being ground into dirt by my step monster at a job I really rocked, I lost confidence. I am glad I could find it and put it to use again:)
Also: Monday didn’t suck. I had a weird dream and someone was freaking out and begged me to sing to him to calm him down. I sang him “Moon River”. I woke up right after I started to sing, but I finished the song anyway, and it made me very happy all day long.
Vegas in three days!! I know it’s only a four day weekend, but I always have so much fun with Jess in Vegas, so I simply can not wait.
I want to hurry it up, but my lesbian work wife says I shouldn’t wish my life away, even if it is just a few days, so I’ll just be excited that my favorite bar has 5$ pizzas tomorrow, yum!!!
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I’m very flaky when it comes to my art. So when I feel blocked I just switch mediums:)
If I don’t feel creative I will write because that gets the juices flowing and if that doesn’t work I’ll start a piece of furniture and get to prepping, which is the totally boring part of creating a cool piece of furniture but is mind numbing when your mind is racing with creative ideas.
Good luck, I hope this helps :)
My tiny Mexican calls text messages tex mex, I laugh inside every time.
I had a very public Facebook freak out Friday night and I only regret it a little.
It’s weird to find myself single. Maybe we will work it out, who knows. If we do he will be instantly unhappy with me because I have the next few weekends all planned out. City Slide followed by Rodeo followed by camping with strangers followed by a road trip to meet my favorite Cynical Jess in Vegas.
The thing about being sad is, if you don’t sit still it has a hard time catching you. Of course the other thing about being sad is it’s hard not to sit still.
I am actually making progress de-hoarding my house. Honestly if it all got sold I’d be pretty happy with the payday. I just can’t bring myself to do it. One step at a time. I have a friend coming tomorrow who is going to help de clutter and list.
I finally came up with my potato salad. Okay, whatever, it’s a ridiculous Kickstarter that people won’t be able to help but to fund. It’s going to take a while to put it all together, but it is kick ass, so I’m excited.
Ok. All done checking in.
I am trying to be my cheerful self, but it’s kinda challenging.
I’ve been laid up with the sunburn to end all sunburns for 6 days now. I’m going to work tomorrow regardless.
Ryan’s been unhappy with me lately. I am this, I am that, I don’t do enough of this, I’m not enough of that. It has gotten so bad that I started believing it in my head, and I even started saying it out loud.
Well, part of having a mate is having someone to take care of you when you can’t take care of yourself and this week I have been let down brutally. I have been alone and I have had a lot of time to think.
Do I want to be alone? I love him, but I can’t just keep loving him at the expense of myself. Do I even have any control over that? I guess I have a lot to figure out.
Okay, good talk.
How was your fourth weekend?
Yes, those are sunburn blisters. I’ve never had anything like them before. I really don’t know what to do about them, or the pain. I guess the blisters are supposed to go down by themselves, but they aren’t and it’s really freaking me out. My ankles are pretty swollen too. I am keeping them raised. I have tried most everything you can name to take the pain away, but it feels like thousands of needles in fire stabbing me.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
That drink was a bit strong. I would like to take credit, but I live in the 60’s and my kid knows two fingers.
On the plus side I taught her how to make some amazing quick fries from scratch. Of course that turned into the weirdest dinner ever. Scrambled eggs, fries, plated with pink Himalayan salt dust on one side of the plate, and a squiggle of Ketchup on the other side.
It. Was. Perfect.
I’m not having a great day. I don’t feel good. I have a sick kid, my boyfriend turned into a giant ass all of a sudden, and now the voices in my head are screaming.
I want to lash out. I want to cry. I want to drink too much.
I think I will just go to bed maybe.