Crafty Like a Fox

Well this is awkward. Other bloggers make adding photos look so easy. Anyway, these are some things I've made. On the left are a selection of flowers... obvious right? Sometimes I thought they looked less like flowers and more like... things I've seen on Pinterest that look like flowers. Stick them on hair clips or pins and sell them for a buck? If I sold all of these I'd make twelve dollars. And I'm not planning on selling them all. And I wouldn't actually be MAKING that money per se, as the pins/hair clips cost money.

Here is another thing that I have made. It is a headband. Also obvious? I found the tutorial on Pinterest a couple months ago and finally got around to doing it. Also the case to my multi-tool off in the upper left-hand corner. In case you were wondering. Took me a minute to figure it out too. If someone were to ask me to make them one of these I could probably do it for two dollars. It was pretty simple. Anyway... the end.

Ready to Go

There's a part of me that dearly wishes that I was the kind of person who could store all of their possessions in their Geo... ready to go anywhere in the world at a moment's notice. But then I see my precious (and hefty) brand spanking new Janome sewing machine, a gift for my graduation. Oh the world traveling skirts we will create together...

The Hunt

Why can't I make money by just having the best boards on Pinterest? Hmmm? 

I've applied to a grand total of 9 1/2 establishments so far. Of these only one was actually hiring, and I'm assuming by this point they've filled the openings. I thought there would be more people going home for the summer. Apparently that isn't the case.

I would make money by selling plasma, but I get sick every time. Not like, a little sick, like full blown flunking my take home test because I'm vomiting so much sick. That was the last time I donated plasma. The first time I thought I was fine so I tried walking home. Luckily I ran into a friend right before I hit the ground. He basically had to drag me to my apartment. 

I could also make money by working for my mother on her business. I don't know why it's so tough for me to actually do it. Maybe it's to much freedom? There's no time clock, no set schedule, and no supervisors. It really shows how irresponsible I am. 

On the bright side it gives me more time to game. And things to blog about?

Three Interesting Things

1. Today is Steven's and my first anniversary! Whoa! We plan to celebrate by doing our state income taxes, praying for the phones to ring and people to offer us jobs, and enjoying a bottle of Martinelli's. In glass goblets. A celebration of the humdrum new adult life we signed up for when we walked into the temple a year ago. Can't say I have a single regret.

2. I fell down the stairs Saturday night. It hurts. A lot. I scraped up both legs pretty bad and began to realize yesterday that the pain in my left knee isn't strictly from the worst of the scrapes, located right on the kneecap, but rather from things going on inside my knee. Oh well, it was about time to go to the chiropractor anyway. We have this nasty flight of stairs in our apartment complex (which actually used to be a hotel a gazillion years ago) between the 2nd and 3rd floor laundries. It's narrow, steep, and apparently slippery. I was standing on the top step holding my basket of laundry thinking "Now, I'll have to be very careful as I can't see my feet due to this laundry basket," and my feet went out from under me. I won't lie, I cried on the landing for a few minutes before I managed to drag myself back to the apartment. 

3. This is the slightly embarrassing one... my husband and I are gamers. We're located somewhere between the fanatics and the casual players, leaning more on the side of the fanatics. My husband says I'm not good enough to call myself a gamer, but I say I'm doing pretty good for only playing anything but minesweeper for two years. This isn't the part I find embarrassing. The problem is that my husband and I have two very different ideas of a good time. He wants to stay at home (not necessarily gaming), and I want to go OUT. Not clubbing or to concerts, just outside. So my husband struck me a deal. He really wants me to play this game Morrowind to prepare to someday get Skyrim. So the deal is, I finish Morrowind, he'll take me to Yellowstone. Normally I would be fine with this, but it's not even on the xbox, it's on the computer. I hate games on the computer because I feel like I'm a WOWer. And other issues. Despite my whining and complaining though... I've actually started enjoying myself. Sheesh.

Graduated?

So I kinda graduated last week. Kinda as in the final grades haven't come out yet and I just might have failed one of my classes. It hasn't sunk in yet and I don't think it will. All I know is that I need a job. Also that finding old Ataris stuff on Spotify makes it feel like summer at least. Also that I love it that my husband is cooking me breakfast. I know that none of this is profound, but I figure that to get the hang of this blogging thing I actually have to, you know, blog.