Monday, March 29, 2010

Potty Talk

Ladies, I'm sorry but this is just one of those things that I just HAVE to say. Please, this is really not vulgar, it is educational and it is a plea from me (and hopefully many other women) to you.

Let me set the record straight. You will not, and CAN NOT get a disease from sitting on a public toilet seat! I have heard this from a Doctor and confirmed it researching the Internet. What in the world is so disgusting about sharing a little thigh space with other women? Trust me, we do way more disgusting things throughout our day, unknowingly and knowingly perhaps.

There is a way you could get infected, I guess. (and I promise that this is as crude as I'm going to get). A nasty woman could come into the bathroom and rub "herself" all over the toilet seat, and then you could come in and rub "yourself" all over the toilet seat. That would be a problem, so, lets avoid that.

I'll tell you what is disgusting. Walking into a restroom and seeing your pee all over the toilet seat. Then, if I have a wipe I will go on to wiping off YOUR pee so that I can comfortably go to the bathroom. I am NOT interested at all in squatting. For three reasons.

 For one, we all know that our stream can be somewhat unpredictable, and no telling what direction it will be going in! I have actually peed on my pants and/or undies thanks to you, my dear squatter.

Reason number two, I have read that if you squat you are not able to empty your bladder completely which, can cause a UTI! Please consider THAT...

And third reason, I'm just lazy. I work out and run to get in shape, squatting anywhere other than at the gym or to pick up a heavy object is just not fair. I'm sorry!


Speaking of disgusting. If you have ever swam in a pool, taken a dip into the Ocean or, eeeeww, a LAKE? then you can share a little thigh space with the rest of us.


Finally, what I think is gross: is to squat, to come into the bathroom after you have squatted and have to wipe your pee off the toilet! So here is my plea! You know, you really don't have to agree with me. That is OK, even though I think I'm right. But do me a favor: If you still insist on squatting, since you aren't enjoying the modern luxury of a toilet seat anyway, please just grab a piece of toilet paper and RAISE the toilet seat UP. That way you can pee on the rim, floor, yourself, wherever and leave the seat clean for me!



Saturday, March 27, 2010

Spring break creations

I began my week trying to redo this cabinet that I had painted back in August. I never did like the white, so decided to do something drastic. I asked my friend Edie to give me some advice. She said to paint it blue. Blue? Are you sure? So very reluctantly I decided to step out of my monochromatic comfort zone and go wild. When I got to Home Depot I fell in love with this color, it is called "Caribe". How can you not love a color with that name. Now I wanlk into my kitchen and smile at my CARIBE.
However, I must confess, I'm still not thrilled with it. I distressed it a little (you can't tell in the picture) but I still feel like it is missing something (that is why I bought those vinal thingis when I painted it white). Please feel free to give me some advice. And feel free to tell me that you hate my CARIBE.




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OK. So here are a few other things that kept me intertained:

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Much better with the button if you ask me!

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This one will go on my pretty new pink spring swetter:

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And this random one... who knows?

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The week before Spring Break I worked on these that were from a Tutorial I found over at Crafty Sisters.


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I'm working on something else real pretty, but it's not finished yet. And since it wasn't finished during Spring Break you will have to wait to see it.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Calling all Creative minds

I don't know if you are like me, but I go through stages. I sometimes think that I am crazy, or going crazy, or just way to insecure to settle on being myself. I do remember my mom going through stages like this, so I don't feel so bad, and I will assume that all (or at least most of) you have done the same. My mom went through the crosstitching stage, and the dog breeding and training to compete stage. Those just stick out in my mind, because they were when I was a teen, I'm sure there are many more, she had friends, there HAD to be more. I wish she were alive to tell them all. I may have to go ask her friends...

We like to be on top of it all, to be "in" with whatever your "in" crowd is doing. Really it all goes back to Keeping up with the Joneses. What happens to me though, is I just want to jump in, and I do, head first! Let me tell you about some of my stages. One was bread making. I was determined to make my own bread from scratch, with freshly ground whole wheat. I bought the mill, the mixer, the whole nine yards. My bread is delicious. I came up with my own recipe and I make, apple-cinnamon, and orange cranberry at Christmas time. Yummy. Isaac who is now 11, never had white bread till he was 3 or 4. The first time he tried it, he didn't like it and said with great surprise "MOM! This bread is WHITE!"

I tried the scrapbooking, but because I am just too much of a perfectionist and "non-creative" it was just too frustrating to me! I hated it and why was I spending so much time and money on something I hated so much?

I sold bread, I sold Pampered Chef and now I sell jewelry. So add on to that the new love of trying to be creative. I have decided that I am not as creative as most bloggers, but I am resourceful. I like the JUNKIN'. My husband makes fun of me. "I can't believe you WANT to go to the Flea Market. Two years ago you would have turned your nose up at all this stuff." Now, I try to look at everything with new eyes.

Yet, I am still a newbie!

So here is what I got Saturday:

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the lovely tea pot is missing it's top. So it will have to be used as a vase. All three were $3

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Mike sowed me these, thought they were so cool. He says they are insulators for electrical wires. However, what the heck am I going to do with those? $1 a piece


And what do you think of this crazy thing? I can't even decide if I like it. It was $1 so I figured I had nothing to loose (other than a dollar (it was a lamp as far as I can tell)

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Today I went to Central Services and got these cuties:

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What oh, what to do with these?!!

I also bought several picture frames. I'm lovin' the picture frames!

Any affirmation and advice will be much appreciated. Because right now I'm feeling like I just have a bunch of junk! $21 dollars worth of junk.

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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I hate getting old!

Yesterday in my attempt to keep up with my New Years Resolutions, I have started running again and have been working on losing weight. Of course when I was young I could lose 5 pounds the first week and 2 every week there after. But now days (sigh) it takes so much more than that! I have lost 6 ponds, but oh! my word. Good thing my motto this year is "Don't ever give up." Next year I will weigh something. It can be the same as now or it can be 30 pounds less. The year will still go on. I ran 3.25 miles in like 36 minutes (that, in case you don't know is very pathetic), but I gave it my all and increased my speed throughout the interval session, and payed for it dearly. My hip was hurting so bad after that I could hardly walk! And today I gave in and took some Advil to be able to walk like a dignified 40 year old woman.

Anyway, another thing that has me worried with age is my skin. I grew up on the coast of Chile (a country that sad enough is now on the map) and living among perpetual dark people makes you take drastic measures. So, I became a sun worshipper. My mom tried to warn me, but when you are a teenager, who listens to their mom anyway? I would lay out in the sun with the rest of my friends and while they tanned I burnt to a crisp, so bad indeed that my eyes would swell and I would look like an alligator for days, waking up in the morning with my bed full of dead skin. (If I had a scanner I would share a picture of my swollen eyes, too bad I don't have one "wink"). I have been wanting to go to the dermatologist for a long time now. And yesterday morning I said to myself "That's it" as I looked in the mirror and in horror saw something I had never seen before.

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Do you see that?

I told my husband today my plight. "Mike I really think it's time for me to go get this checked out. What do you think? He smiled and said. "What I think is that you burnt yourself with the curling iron!" As I gasped and laughed at the same time I remembered "Oh yea, (inset blond moment here, or better yet, senile moment) it's all coming back to me now."

Getting old stinks!

The dermatologist will have to wait because a few months ago I lost my glasses and I can't pay for new ones because I'm a shopaholic.

Getting old (and fat) stinks!