Wingin' It!

I totally fell in love with this bed and maybe coveted it just a little.

And then there's this one:

Don't you just love those cute wings. They're just sitting there wanting to protect your little head from falling off the bed and rolling out the door. Pretty sure i needed those. yup, pretty sure! The only problem is the same as always, money! So silly me, I decided I could make me that winged marvel. Do me a favor and shoot me in the foot the next time I think something so irrational, would ya?

I've had this winged bed on my radar for so long. Ok, actually I've been working on this project so long.  Summer has too much going on to work on things like this, right? I started the beginning of  June. Finished on Labor Day. Seems to be the way I do things!

I found this headboard on ksl and thought it would be a great base. Sounds good, right?

Well, ya, right! Nothing is ever as easy as it sounds. I tried to mark all those crazy tufts mathematically but it just wasn't working. Thank heavens Cara got home and I whined loud enough she came to my rescue. We stayed up way too late but booyah, we conquered! 

And that was the end of the story til summer wore off and all the entertainment moved back to Nebraska. After some real sweat and tears (no tears, just sweat) and mashed fingers, and tight spaces and cussing and re-evaluating and trying again, I finally got 'er done. 

The room is kinda small to get a good picture. But a couple more projects and I'll give you a tour of the room. Cus see those cute chevrons peeking in above the bed? Oh, baby, You just wait!

2 Games 5 Quart Jars

Somebody who fell down the stairs empty handed two days ago 

probably shouldn't attempt to carry 

2 games and 5 glass quart jars 

down the stairs, 

all in one trip.

But don't fear...

I made it!

No broken bones! 

No broken glass!

No scattered games!

But the other night...

I thought for sure my arm was broken.

The kind that makes you sick

In and out of consciousness sick

;(

But lucky me

Just a little sore and getting better every day

Still a clutz

Nothing new...

#toodamncold #toodamnlong

If you know me, you know I am a summer gal. 

100 happy degrees makes me smile. 

Fall  

Hate the end of summer. 

Hate that everyone thinks it's the perfect season 

when in reality there's only a good day here and there and the rest are cold. 

Not  perfect.

Winter 

I can approve a nice snowstorm. In December. Close to Christmas

Spring 

 I can do Spring. Not too bad

Summer 

Heaven! Hot, hot,  heaven!

Did you know right now this winter is the 3rd coldest since they've been keeping records. 

3rd coldest in... like... forever.

We've had 2 days above freezing. 

That means 21 days of freezing.

21 out of 23

In case you can't tell...

I don't like it!

Too damn cold! Too damn long!

What's A GiRL to Do?

Do you ever find yourself in a predicament?

Ya - me neither.

Wait - my life IS a predicament!

Like... yesterday when I dropped my carefully counted out nickels for the daily diet dp and a couple rolled way back into outer pergatory under the pop machine. Ya! See? What's a girl to do?  I mean, I had already filled the ole big gulp. In fact a couple. One for me, one for a friend. Then the nickel mishap. Can't really go without at that point.

Thank goodness for friends, right!

I'm off track. Tonight's predicament begins as I find myself the only one left at work on this Friday night. Yeah - I know. It's pathetic. You are all somewhere with your honeys and kiddos and I'm at work. But I'm ok with it. I love W-2s, right? Wait - I'm off track again.

I traveled out into the fine winter storm and succumbered me a mighty fine delectable chicken enchilada from the neighboring Ricardos. Cus it's Friday. And I'm alone. At work. I deserve it, right!!! Enchilada. Chips. Salsa. Fork? Where's the fork? You must be kidding me - no fork?

You see, we are not 'allowed' to EaT in our lovely beautiful large windowed fantabulous office. But due to the fact that the lunch room is 2 floors below in the cold dark dungeon, and oh, did I mention that I am here ALoNe? On a Friday night. At work. On a cold, dark, snowy winter night. So I was sneaking my fabulous enchilada dinner right here at my desk. But no fork.

So I did it. I talked myself into going down to the 2 floors below dungeon kitchen to get me a fork.

I did, I really did talk myself into it.

Until. I. open. the. door. and. the. light. that. was. ON! when. I. came. in. two. minutes. ago. was. now. off.

Off? How does that happen when you're the only one there?

Huh?

How, I ask you?

Done deal. Not going after a fork. Great - 'Now what?' says the molten cheesey enchilada sitting at my desk. Well of course there are no forks in any of our desks, because remember we are not 'allowed' food in our fine habitation. Shiz. I could try eating it like Jada did her cake at the wedding with no hands and just sticking her face in it. Ahhh! There has to be something forklike in here...

So there you have it. One of those plastic file label thingies. Yup - works as a fork. And a knife. 2 enchilada proof. And now I'll end this very poorly sentenced ridiculous blog post. That's what a girl's to do.

PS - Just realized the home teachers were coming tonight. Oops!