Monday, April 20, 2009

tee bone doggie version

[ok i really need a job, i have too much time on my hands]

Doggie had them apple flava'd treats [treats]
doggie with the fur [With the fur]
The whole park was lookin at her
treat hit the flo [treat hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Doggie said bow wow wow wow wow wow wow

Them black'n'white spots
And the harness with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that tail a wag [Ayy]
treats hit the flo [treats hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Doggie said bow wow wow wow wow wow wow

[Verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
this crazy all day chasin my dog,
Had a million little bags and she had to go
Dem little poos, they smell so bad
So scent-ual, she was turnin circles.
Silly Doggie, drinkin H2O
Hold up wait a minute, do I smell what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen doggie get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it stop, i'm pickin it up
Work the park, I got the baggie roll
Imma say that I prefer them no barks
I'm into that, I love happy dogs
She looked back at me, I gave her more
Treats are a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[Chorus:]
Apple Flava'd Treats [Treats]
Doggie with the fur [With the fur]
The whole park was lookin at her
Treats hit the flo [Treats hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Doggie said bow wow wow wow wow wow wow

Them cutsie black spots
And the harness with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big tail a wag [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Doggie said bow wow wow wow wow wow wow


[right, and the rest of the song is in a language i don't quite understand, let alone translate into Doggie, lol]

for the real lyrics go here

Saturday, April 18, 2009

from my beach

it is a beautiful sunny day here in IB and I have been cooped up in the bedroom forcing myself to read a book and do its homework for english class. boo.



being in this room (my craft room) i can't really focus on english, so i bribed myself to read 1/5 of the book and then craft for a while before reading some more. hey, whatever gets me through the day.


rather than crafting new, i decided to take advantage of the warm sun on our patio and photograph some of the beachy things i made last week. take a look!


The sand on each item has been sealed so that it will not peel or scratch off. The sand, shells and sandollars were all recovered locally in Imperial Beach, CA.

Natural Frame, washed with sand and sealed, then adorned with a natural sandollar. Holds a 4x6 photo, either horizontally or vertically. Can stand alone or hang.
Frame washed in ocean blue acrylic, then sealed with sand and adorned with a natural sandollar.
Holds a 4x6 photo, either horizontally or vertically. Can stand alone or hang.
Standard sized single switch plate covered with sand and sealed, then adorned with a natural shell. Comes with standard screws washed in ocean blue.
I can't wait to make more fun things with sand and shells. Summer is fast approaching and this little beach town will not be sleepy for long.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Aging.

Well now I really didn't want Spring Break to end, but I really didn't want to miss school because I broke a piece of my body. Yesterday morning signaled the first day of heading back to class after a nice crafty week off. the in-laws were visiting and we stayed up late watching movies the night before. I overslept, and rushed out of bed in a panic.

Our bed is in a loft space above the master bedroom, and the foot of the bed is just about 8 inches from wood slatted railing... and you guessed it, I sleep on the far side. The quilt had found its way to the floor and I stumbled over it on my way down to the shower... only my left pinkie toe caught one of the wood slats and I heard a loud POP as a shooting pain went up my left side. I stopped, looked down, and my toe was pointing away from my foot :(

I reached down and straightened it out, then grabbed hold of whatever was beside me because I started to get dizzy from the pain. I took a deep breath and forced myself down the stairs, sort of sliding down the wall to keep myself upright, but had to collapse in the chair at the foot of the stairs. The room spun, and I almost blacked out - hot flashes and all. I forced a couple of deep breaths and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the shower (I was really determined not to miss school!) and sat on the floor to let the room spin again for a moment. Then huffed my way into the shower just long enough to wash my hair. I couldnt take it anymore. I was getting really dizzy.

So, I went right back to bed. I slept till noon. wabbled myself to the couch, where I elevated it the rest of the day, and used my dog's wound wrap to buddy tape my toes. (hey, it's pink, so no one really has to know it was the dog's :)

Today, I did go to school, limping a little, but I made it ok. The swelling is gone, and the bruising is subtle. I think I'll live. At least it is pointing in the correct direction now. lol. I know, its really not funny, but if you knew how clumsy I really am, this would come as no surprise. well, only a surprise that this is the first time I have ever broken a part of myself in my whole life. Should have grown up in a cast, lol. But I suppose that is what I am losing as I get older.

Some people lose their hearing, or their hair, or their eyesight. Yeah, I'm losing balance. I fall down a lot. I've accepted it.

Monday, April 13, 2009

1st From the Beach

Living across the street from the beach for the first time in my life, I am now completely surrounded by nature's inspiration. Not to mention an endless supply of seashells! I just can't let this go to waste, and so I'm starting a new collection called From the Beach..

It will be beach inspired goodies that will span both my candle shop and my curio shop. I took the first round of goodies out for a photo op the other day, but it was so damn windy I could only do the heavy glass candle holders. The picture frames and switch plates started to blow away!

So here are some photos of the candle holders.. let me know what you think! The sand has been sealed so that it will not chip or peel off the glass. I test burned one I made for myself and it is so charming.
FLUTED VOTIVE/TEALIGHT HOLDERS:
I just listed these on Etsy and I think they are adorable. I'm not sure what to think of the photos though.. I'm on the fence and think perhaps I should reshoot them. What do you think?



VOTIVE HOLDERS WITH BLUE SHIMMER DUST:
The shimmer got a little splotchy in some areas but I think they are ok. I know better for next time!
SINGLE LAYER VOTIVE HOLDER:
I also made a double layer of sand, but I think the single layer lets much more light through.
As soon as I can photograph the other items I've made I'll post them and let you know. Feedback welcome!
xoxo, h

Thursday, April 9, 2009

A little paint makes a big difference

Well, its been a rediculously productive morning so far. I fell asleep on the couch last night, and just decided to stay there, since it was the first night this week I'd been able to sleep before midnight. (And I feel like a jerk because my falling asleep early led to me not calling my sister for her birthday. So sorry, Tiff, you don't know how bad I really feel about that!)

Since I was on the couch, I woke when the hubbs got up to leave for work (at about .. before-the-sun-a.m.) So I peeled myself off the couch as the sun rose and took the dog for a potty. I ran upstairs and have been crafting ever since. I'm covered in paint, and it feels good.

Yesterday, I was staring at one of the new magnet gift tins I've been working on, and decided it just 'needed something' .. so I painted it. Then I sealed it. And it's cute as can be!

Before:
After:

Inside, it has a set of five glass magnets with a geometric/stripe pattern in green/black/white/blue and it looks really great together. I'll be listing these in just a few minutes into my Etsy curio shop = CurioBoudoir.Etsy.Com !

So, needless to say, I've gone back to the other tins I'd made and painted them too :)




I have a few more that are still drying - and then I'm out... I'm resisting the urge to run out and buy more!!!

Monday, April 6, 2009

funnies

i am so addicted to icanhazcheezburger and all of their funnies... the failblog and Engrish get me every time. its our favorite thing to do, and my husband laughs so hard he cackles, and spits tea everywhere. if you havn't seen them lately you HAVE to go to failblog.org and engrishfunny.com

do it! pina corada is off rimits!

Friday, April 3, 2009

christ, let's eat a ham.

i know... i keep changing the blog template and its annoying.. it annoys me too. i know shit about html code otherwise i'd just make one myself. instead i just keep searching for the best template i can find, and my opinion of 'best' keeps changing.

easter is approaching. one week away. this year is going so quickly.

easter was always difficult for me as a child. misleading. confusing. when i was very young, perhaps two or three, we lived in a detached studio in back of my grandparents' house. i remember waking up one easter morning so excited to find eggs. but, then i found one sitting in a green coffee cup on the floor in the corner beside the frame of the front door. had the front door been open, i wouldn't have seen it. but there it was, staring me in the face.

why is there an easter egg in a coffee cup on the floor? who would DO that? and as the thought worked its way through my little head, the only reasonable explanation was that the easter bunny had DONE that. i mean, he is, after all, the only one that hides eggs for little girls and he HAD to have left an egg in a coffee cup.

but who's coffee cup? again, the only explanation was that it was the easter bunny's coffee cup. i mean, he comes at night when everyone is sleeping, so it couldn't have been my mother's coffee cup. its not like he hangs out and reads the paper with my mom at the dining table in the morning waiting for me to wake up. if that were the case i'd be more like the cadbury bunny.

but... the easter bunny doesn't drink coffee. and surely wouldn't just leave his cup on the floor... only dirty people do that... oh... ...

and that day the easter bunny became six feet tall, hairy in a dirty sort of way, with a coffee cup in one hand, a cigar in the other and a five o'clock shadow. it's not been quite the same since.

egg hunting was also an awkward thing for me. the thrill of doing it once was never enough so i'd badger my mom to hide the eggs over and over again. i could tell it annoyed her at times.

since i was not raised overly religious or part of a local church, we always celebrated easter at home, simply with egg hunting and a nice dinner. no more, no less. i do remember one year, also at a very young age, that we participated in a big easter picnic in some park somewheres... (who the hell knows, i could have dreamed this whole thing...) but i remember there were tons of families there. an organized egg hunt for all the kids and i felt guilty finding eggs cuz i felt like i should leave them for everyone else to find. and there was an egg toss, that i wanted to play but i think i remember i couldn't. or wouldn't, i'm not sure. i think i remember sticking to my mother like glue and i had a terrible time. social anxiety at such a young age. i should have known hermit ism was in my blood.

and then, there's always the egg that you never find, but never smell rotten. well, you know my philosophy on that one.. hybrid soldiers for the chicken revolution and all that. holidays are silly to me. christ is resurrected, lets eat a ham. weird. we do strange things for strange reasons. but i'll not go there now.

i spent the afternoon on the couch, flipping between HGTV and the E True Hollywood Story of Home Improvement. That is a sad, gloomy day. so i napped. and woke extremely confused. i woke up on the opposite end of the couch from which i started. i missed a phone call, but i got a second chance later on. i think i got drunk dialed by a girl, lol.

and what is it about french toast that seems so consoling? is it because its one of the very first things we learn to cook as children? i feel bad, i know! i'll make french toast. .. well its never as good as it sounds, and it actually makes you feel worse, cuz for gods sakes you made it when you were six, why does it taste like ass now? but each time you feel a little down, french toast seems like the cure. and you just can't seem to remind yourself that it failed the last ten times you tried it, so just dismiss that brainchild before it hatches. no. instead you cook it up and spit out the first bite. the dog wouldnt even eat it.

its just one of the many silly kitchen-esque things that go on my list of 'what the hell were you thinking?' a couple of weeks ago i thought it a good idea to buy a bag of potatoes. you know, cuz i have that three tier red wire haging basket with nothing in it, so i should fill it with a dozen potatoes... well, grandma used to always have potatoes around the house... i know, because i used to steal them and hide them in the top drawer of the hutch so they would grow eyes... and then i'd forget about them, and someone would go for a table cloth and pull out a rotten potato.

but i digress... i bought a sack of potatoes because it seemed like the right thing to do. i picked up a whole bag of potatoes like it was natural instinct and brought them home and filled up my little baskets and havn't touched them since. my husband keeps teasing me about it. why the hell did you buy a whole sack of potatoes? .. my grandma always used to have potatoes around the kitchen. .. uh-huh. but did she COOK them? .. well, yes, but thats not the point. .. so i keep threatening him with potato based dinners, though i cant think of anything other than potato pancakes, and if they are anything like my french toast we'll be ordering pizza instead.

so they still sit there. hanging from the ceiling in their little red wire baskets, their entire existance in the hands of gravity. every now and again he looks up at them and just shakes his head. so if you have any good potato recipes send them my way.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

consistantly inconsistant

i'm feeling like the weather today: odd and inconsistant. it is april. it is spring. yet each day grows increasingly cold and gloomy. the ocean is almost black and the wind comes and goes. after living in phoenix for so many years i thought i'd be happy to get rid of the sun, but today i am craving it.

school has been good this week. i'm caught up on everything except english, because its time consuming and i can't get myself to sit down long enough to read what i need to read and write what i need to write. i'm antsy and anxious about crafting and have been spending every day organizing my craft space and then tearing it up again. systematically creating a ton of work for the next day.

the girl that sits behind me in economics class asked me to help her study for our test tomorrow. i really had no objection to that and agreed to do it prematurely, only to find out that she works till five today and cannot study until six pm. which means i wont get dinner with the hubbs and probably won't get to see him today as he'll likely be in bed before i get home, and i wont see him tomorrow because he has duty... without thinking all of that through i agreed to it anyway, i think she caught me at a weak moment. so i'm waiting for her to call... [update: she never called]

i came home and cleaned out my car. i figure if i'm going to sell it i need to clean it. so i did. sort of. i vacuumed the inside and armor-all'd the hell out of it. but i havn't washed it in ages so it seems silly. i started to clean the windows but found that 409's super streakless formula is the streakiest i've ever seen. it was like rubbing olive oil on the windsheild. and so now that the inside is clean i have to make a pitstop on the way to said girl's house to clean the windows all over again.

the dog is asleep. the cats are asleep. i want to be asleep. if i nap now i'll not sleep tonight.

at dinner last night we discussed my unemployment position. even without the car, i'd have to sell at least $100 per week in crafts to cover myself, and i've not even made that in a month yet... it seems i have this wonderful opporunity that i don't want to pass up, and will regret if i do, however i do not have the means to seize it. there is too much financial obligation in the way. so we're back to this: i have to find a job.

i have limited time with my husband, which i do not want to waste if he is not out to sea. more than half the year next year will be lived without him so i don't want to squander a moment this year... but my school schedule does not allow me to work a full day, and i dont want to work passed 6pm or on weekends... and in this economy i'll be hard pressed to find an employer flexible to those hours. i just don't know what to do. another retail job will be easy to find, but i will run the risk of working until 10pm (and going days on end without seeing the hubbs) and working weekends, which leaves me without a day off...

so i wobble on the fine line i have landed on and i don't know which way to lean.

and so now i think i'll go to the couch, watch some cable tv, enjoy our last day together, because i have to cancel that tomorrow.
i'm feeling like the weather today: odd and inconsistant. it is april. it is spring. yet each day grows increasingly cold and gloomy. the ocean is almost black and the wind comes and goes. after living in phoenix for so many years i thought i'd be happy to get rid of the sun, but today i am craving it.


school has been good this week. i'm caught up on everything except english, because its time consuming and i can't get myself to sit down long enough to read what i need to read and write what i need to write. i'm antsy and anxious about crafting and have been spending every day organizing my craft space and then tearing it up again. systematically creating a ton of work for the next day.


the girl that sits behind me in economics class asked me to help her study for our test tomorrow. i really had no objection to that and agreed to do it prematurely, only to find out that she works till five today and cannot study until six pm. which means i wont get dinner with the hubbs and probably won't get to see him today as he'll likely be in bed before i get home, and i wont see him tomorrow because he has duty... without thinking all of that through i agreed to it anyway, i think she caught me at a weak moment.