After 18 months of unemployment, I finally have been hired somewhere!! I was volunteering there, and the two weeks I've been there, I have impressed enough to be hired on. The only problem is SHOPPING!!!! I love it! So come visit me in St. Paul off White Bear Ave & Larpenteur, or go to one of the other 3 locations: New Hope, Richfield, or Brooklyn Center ;) GREAT STUFF!! I can't resist it.
FUCK YOU MINNESOTA WEATHER!!!! I HAAAAAAATE YOU!!!! Because I'm the only one this upset, & Mother Nature gives a damn right?? Ha. At least it will melt soon. And I will take this over muggy any day. Just not the snow part.
This might catch me some flack, considering how popular these shoes are. But, I don't see how these things are. They're ugly- IMO- for one, and two, do they REALLY shape you up? Walking from the car to the house isn't gonna help. Walking around the store isn't gonna help enough. Unless you're a mall walker, or you don't use a cart and lap Walmart 17 times. I don't know. If they really help, I'd love to know, as I've never even tried them, so I'm kinda talking out of my ass somewhat. What I do know, is the women I've seen wearing them- none of my friends if any of you do- need more than some magical shoes, and to let them think otherwise is wrong. They're not helping, and if they are, it's too little to really be noticed.
And while I'm thinking of it, wtf is all the hub-bub with Goodnight Moon?! The book is boring, & the plot is hard to follow. (ha ha) Everyone seems to think that book is some sort of legendary staple to childhood. BS. You want to read a good one, check out Goodnight Gorilla. Now that's a book for bedtime. Even my kids thought GM was dumb. I'm sure there's some sort of, "sentimental" shit behind it, but I don't see it. Goodnight Gorilla all the way.
This pic made by Sol-Angelica ( http://sol-angelica.deviantart.com/art/goodnight-moon-45768284 ) is so beautiful, and reminds me of my Jupiter Renee Kitty Kat Berreau, may her demonic soul rest in peace, that I had to share. I miss my baby so much. I love my new kitties, but they just aren't Jupiter. She may have terrorized everyone else, but she loved me. & I love her. xoxox Jupi.
I guess until school is over, this blog is going to be rather boring. But, a little here & there, keeps it fun for me. Here is a super cute absolutely huge & gaudy necklace I want SUUUUUPER BAD!!!!! :)
Surprisingly, my favorite flower isn't pink! Though the pink ones are pretty much just as gorgeous. I want to try growing some this year maybe. Thank God for Aqua Globes! We'll see how long this idea lasts.
I have a bit of ecclectic & obsessive taste in things that are my favorites. So now & again, I'm just gonna post my favorite things. If, 'The Sound of Music' has taught me anything, it's to be so self indulgent! This files gonna be huge! LOVESIT!!!
Yes, I'm gonna add a picture everytime. Just cause. I guess I should stop bitching so much. My teacher loved my painting I worked super hard on, & I thought looked like crap. Now to finish the two up, start the hard one, get pissed off a lot, & be damn done... til she heaps another load of paintings on us. The end.
The best part of being an adult is eating ice cream for breakfast in front of my mom. I told her everyday as a kid, that when I grew up, I was going to eat ice cream whenever I wanted- especially for breakfast. Sometimes I don't even want ice cream for breakfast, but I can't break the pact I made with little me all those years ago. I win this battle for little me everytime.
I've got nothing fun to write about, because my pretend hippie art teacher has me up AGAIN painting. I got my first compliment today though. I can mix colors to match something like a professional paint mixer. I had no idea Menard's hired pros, but I guess I can quit school, my fate is sealed. When I was little I wanted to be a professional crayon sharpener, so I imagine that's where I got my start in loving colors. Psh. All I have to say is the picture is symmetrical enough dammit! If it doesn't have to be exact, then you leave it wide open lady. Now start being nice like real hippies, instead of a ballbuster. You're only teaching a fucking art class. So, maybe my mojo will be set tomorrow after, "Angry After Dark Paint Time", is over.