Friday, April 11, 2014

This Time Around (and monkey love)

I had the longest work day every yesterday.  Not because I stayed for thirteen hours or anything, but because from the second I stepped foot in the building, everything caught fire.  Holy. Moly. And thank God it's Friday. I have Blond John in town, and we're going to OKC tomorrow to visit my Memaw.  Sometimes I think we're almost physically unable to sit still.


Stuff I Wrote

+ It was my birthday and I turned thirty. Hashtag best year ever.




Stuff I Didn't Write, But It Doesn't Suck, So Whatever

+ My sweet friend Dr. J is an emergency room doctor. He has a friend who is a neonatal specialist who was sent in to take care of the new baby gorilla delivered via cesarean at the San Diego Zoo.  He texted me this picture:


And suddenly, I question all of my life and career choices. I WANNA PLAY WITH GORILLAS IN DIAPERS WHY THE HELL AM I A LAWYER.


+ This is a baby monkey getting his first bath. Obviously, this week's Round Up has a primates theme.





+ And then you go cry and hug your dog-




+ Why I Hate the Term Soulmate.  I've been saying this for years and years. I wholly believe I have a few soulmates, my best ever manboy Reed being one of them. I don't believe that a relationship has to have romantic undertones in order to classify that person as a "soulmate." I'm glad someone else feels the same way.


+ I read this a while back, but I think I've forgotten to share it until now. Date a girl who travels. I have a soft spot in my heart for a wandering lifestyle, and I loved the points the writers makes.



I'll leave y'all with a little tune that I used to rock in high school driving my little baby Mustang. I was so hard.






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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Abundant and Current Failures of 'Sassy

You remember that time I blogged about my total lack of time management and how I really had all the time I wanted and just chose to utilize it in lazypants ways?

And then I went and worked until 11:00 last night. And fell into bed dead.

Hashtag big.fat.fail.

I'm usually fairly worthless before 9:30 in the morning, so I generally shoot for getting to work sometimes around then. I know right off the get-go that no matter what time I get there, I'll be staying late/taking work home, so the hour that I actually make it in the building can be somewhat inconsequential, so long as I actually do make it in.  I kind of have the best boss ever in the regard.  We don't punch a timecard, so we can slide hours around here and there.  If I have anything personal to take care of (*ahem* blogging, bill paying, etc.), I try to get them finished before I go in, so I can devote my attention and energy to the fires I have to put out in the course of the day.  And drink lots and lots of coffee.

Dare I say it, though, it (almost) makes me yearn for the days of bar studying, pre-job, in which I woke up, drank my coffee, and learned stuff sitting by my dogs.  One where I made a delicious breakfast and always had clean towels.  It balanced out with the actual anxiety-ridden studying part, though.

now shoot me in the face for even thinking that.

Speaking of failures (ba dum ching), it's come to my attention that I'll be in sunny Florida four weeks from Saturday, so I'll need to start the ice cubes and fingernails diet sometime soon because I'm terrible at keeping up with a workout routine.  I honestly just suck sometimes.  It's not even about motivation, it's just energy.  I really like Insanity, but sometimes even forty-five minutes can be a lot to muster (and I feel like a sloth admitting that).  Help, fit girls.  Help.

Can I not just automatically and easily look like this?


there were very few things greater than Duke-era Jessica.

At this point, I'll either need a miracle to get swimsuit ready, or booze not to care.  You say tomato.


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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

It's a Good Day to DIY

*first and foremost, thank you all so much for the birthday wishes. you sure know how to make an old gal feel loved :)

Deep down, I have a crafty soul. Since I was a kid, I loved making random things from glitter & Elmer's & sequins and making necklaces out of old lugnuts & macaroni. Even into junior high, when my GATE class was doing a unit on physics (I think), and we had to make race cars for a derby, I bejeweled mine (which, in hindsight, isn't very aerodynamic and probably why the Little Sparkler That Could did not get doused in a champagne shower in the victory circle).  My best friend Amber and I tried to Bedazzle everything we could get our nine year old hands on, but it just made our respective rooms smell like burning plastic, and usually the little beads fell out anyway.  I yearn for the good ol' days of iron-on sweatshirts rimmed in Tulip paint.

(I might have to start that again, my mom was seriously so good at it.)

Since I've grown up, at least in the last year or so of working a grownup lawyer job, I haven't made anything to report. I started trying to make a copy of this Up! needlecraft by going the freehand route, but going without a pattern is hard and I sort of got sidetracked by making approximately seven million balloons and not leaving that much space for a house or text. Also, my house is a little crooked and the roof is caving in and it might sort of resemble one of Depression-era Oklahoma.

see? like The Grapes of Wrath. bygones.

I'm a firm believer in the adage use it or lose it, and not just in playground fights over bouncy balls. The less I try to be creative and make things, the less I'll be able to get it done when I try. I make excuses all the time for why I don't do the things I want to do, and usually, that excuse has to do with work. Yes, I work a lot, and yes, it exhausts my brain & my heart & my soul, but when I'm finished, I do have time, whether I choose to utilize it effectively or not. That time I spend watching Law & Order at bedtime ... that could be used for something better.  Getting the cocktails to repetitively dwell on the ickiness of the day ... that could be used for something better. I could read a book or finish my rickety Up! house or do one of the hundreds of things I'd like to do instead of the things I simply do.

I have the time to do everything I'd like to do, I'm just an idiot at making it happen.

I'm almost positive that's why I added some DIY projects to my 101 in 1001 list.  On that list, I want to do five DIY projects from the Pinterest board (that doesn't seem to be shrinking). I mean, when you think about it, setting a goal of five things in a little under three years isn't too taxing a task, but I'm making some of them seem like I wanted to scale Everest. If I can throw myself out of a plane, I can finish the rickety Up! house.

Right?? Right.

These are ridiculous problems, I know: lamenting the fact that I have the free time after my great, bills-paying job to make Disney art and I instead spend it in front of my big television drinking wine. Cue the eyerolling. Trust me, I'm self-aware enough to realize that these aren't really problems. However, I say all of this because I don't want to be that adult who has a list of things she wants to do and forsakes them for something that (while still wonderful) isn't on that list.

With all that said, I found a few projects that I'd like to complete.  Some are little and some require more effort, but I think just by doing them, I'll be filling that glitter-sized hole in my crafting heart.

one. finish the rickety Up! house. And stop calling it the rickety Up! house because my mom thinks it's beautiful and that's all that matters anyway.

two. via inspiration from Centsational Girl, I'd like to refinish an old nightstand of mine in this beautiful peacock blue color.


three. I complain all the time about not having enough closet space (wahhh wahhhh, another ridiculous problem), so I've perused online in the past looking for a garment rack. I really like the look of the big, heavy-duty industrial ones, and the ones I have seen online appear to be made a little more lightweight. I found this tutorial via smitten studio that has a how-to on making your own, and I really like the finished product.

I have a feeling that this will be a weekend-combination-with-wine sort of project.

four. I bought this cross-stitch pattern on etsy forever ago and have yet to make it, probably because I'm waiting to finish the rickety Up! house.



This is what I have in the beginning.  I'm sure with my lofty goal-making, I'll find at least a few more projects to add to the list (and I need one more to round out my 101 in 1001 goal anyway).  The first step is to finish the rickety Up! house, and then I can move along from there. My guess is that, with my semi-addictive personality, if I can manage to get one or two things finished, I'll be hooked and turn myself into a DIY machine.  

Well, you know, if the television doesn't get in the way.


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