I hereby nominate myself to receive the Almost Darwin Award of the year. Why, you ask? Well, perhaps I should start from the beginning...
As you probably already know, we are doing a mini remodel of our hall bathroom.
We my husband and dad replaced the faucet, lighting, and toilet paper holder. Prior to this, we had some yucky looking cheap shiny stuff. Now we have brushed nickel everything. I painted the walls a lavender/gray and the trim a light cream. For some reason, every single freaking doorknob in this house is the shiny fake brass stuff. Have I mentioned before how much I HATE shiny fake brass household items? It is so not my style. I had the brilliant idea of changing them out one by one to match the brushed nickel things we have been installing over the past year. I decided that the bathroom was the perfect place to start, given its recent changes and the fact that the fake shiny brass one had not yet been put back on the door from when I painted it a few days ago.
Soo, off to Lowe's I go over the weekend to buy a lovely new doorknob. They are cheap, so I bought two - one for the bathroom and one for the linen closet across from the bathroom. My husband was sick all weekend and not up to helping me change it, and I decided on Monday that I would try to do it myself. I removed the fake shiny brass one, how hard could it be to put on a new brushed nickel one? HAH!
I had just finished scrubbing the front door outside, and I was overheated and in desperate need of a shower. So I headed towards the master bathroom. On the way, I saw that lovely new doorknob and it was just calling my name. "Cryyyyystal... CRYYYYSTAL!! You can install me yourself, you know!" I figured, well, now is as good a time as any, right? After all, it will only take a few minutes, and then I'll hop in the shower. Why my conscience didn't stop me from making this huge mistake, I will never know. I think my woman's intuition must have been thrown out with the ugly fake shiny brass stuff. Or perhaps I was born intuition-less. Either way, this lack of judgment has proven that I have somehow gone from graduating valedictorian of my high school class to the stupidest person still alive on the planet. I used to be smart. I promise. Does chocolate kill brain cells? Maybe I just ate too much.
I know what you're thinking: she must be overreacting. Why is it such a big deal to not be able to change a doorknob? Who cares? That's what men are for, right? Oh, but see, my story isn't even close to being finished yet...
I opened up the doorknob package and began to carefully study the instructions. I prided myself on opening the packaging with such care as to not rip it, and the fact that *I*, a woman, was going to actually read and follow the instructions, much unlike a man. I was going to install the strike plate first, but decided to do the knob instead. So I stuck the innards of it in the hole in the door. You know, the part with the piece that moves in and out - the piece that catches in the strike plate and causes the door to latch shut? I put that piece in first and was getting ready to put on the actual knobs when I had a stroke of genius. I figured that before I got too committed I ought to make sure it was going to line up correctly with the strike plate hole, so I pushed the door up against the door jamb. Ok, great, it looks like it will line up just fine. But did that satisfy me? Heck no, I wanted this thing done RIGHT. I had to be sure. Push. Click. The door was closed. Whew. It will work perfectly. Oh happy day!
I believe I failed to mention that at the point in which I "tested" the inner workings of this lovely new doorknob, I was actually in the bathroom. Remember, the actual knobs had not been put on at this time... just the innards. The part that causes the door to latch. Well, folks, the door latched and it latched WELL. It figures that the drunk aliens who designed and built my home actually did something right for a change (and just so my new readers know, that is not a racial comment. At least not a human racial comment. By "aliens" I mean the little green men that come from Mars... humans did not design my home.). I was trapped. In the bathroom. A teeny, tiny, windowless, claustrophobia-inducing bathroom. Without my cellphone. Hours from when my husband would come home from work. Hot. Sweaty. Hungry. Thirsty. Naked. Oh yes, did I fail to mention that part? I was buck freaking naked... on the way to take a shower, remember?
Bloggy friends, I panicked. Big time. I'm a phobic, you know, and claustrophobia is definitely one I experience. Can't breathe. Gonna puke. Tiny bathroom. No phone. No window. NO CLOTHES. *screams* - "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Oh boy, did I scream. Like a person trapped in a car about to fall off the edge of a cliff and burst into flames, did I scream. Like a germaphobic nerd about to get a swirly. And cried. Oh, did I cry. Cried and screamed and panicked. I was going to die in there, you know. My husband was going to come home a few hours later and find my lifeless, naked body trapped inside that coffin of a doorknobless room. And if I didn't die, I would at the very least lose whatever smidgen of sanity I had remaining. These thoughts ran through my head over and over, along with many others, such as:
*I wonder if I scream loud enough, will the neighbors hear and call 911? Then the cops could find my lifeless, naked body trapped in the bathroom.
*Is the bathroom just big enough for me to back up and ram into the door hard enough to break it without breaking me?
*Oh for pete's sake, I'm NAKED.
*There is NO chocolate in here!!
I was just about to sit my naked butt down on the cold, bare floor and resign myself to my fate when I glanced at the vanity and saw the key. No, not the key, but the key... channel lock pliers left here from when the men changed out the faucet. Oh, oh, oh! Surely the combination of my adrenaline fight-or-flight response and the heftiness of these pliers could help me out somehow, right? I determined that I would either rip apart and destroy the doorknob innnards enough to be able to open the door again, or I would start hacking away at the wall. I mean, yeah, we'd have a huge hole in the wall... but I would be free! And then later, we could, you know, buy a mini counter top and install a bar under the hole. What bathroom couldn't use a bar?
Luckily with a few really good tugs, I was able to perform doorknob surgery and mutilate its innards and walk out of the claustrophobia inducing bathroom into freedom. I was then naked and free! What a shame we won't get that bathroom bar though...
There are a lot of lessons to be learned here, bloggy friends.
One - I am obviously NOT made to do home renovations. At all. I will never attempt to do house stuff involving tools and doorknobs again. From here on out, I will commit my creative and handiwork skills solely to making beautiful jewelry. I'll leave the house junk to my husband and dad. Let THEM get locked in the bathroom naked. I mean, who does that?!
Two - never attempt bathroom renovations without a phone and chocolate in hand.
Three - never change a doorknob naked.
Four - never test a doorknob naked.
Five - never, ever, EVER call your husband afterwards and tell him your story so he can laugh his butt off at you.
Lovely new doorknob: $8.75
Pair of channel lock pliers: $20
Can of paint to fix the gouge in the door: $28
Funny story to tell your coworkers about your hot, naked wife locking herself in a tiny bathroom and ripping apart the doorknob innards to regain her sanity and freedom only to realize after the fact that the actual doorknob was probably laying on the sink the entire time and could have been used to open it like a, you know, sane person: priceless
I almost died, people! So the Almost Darwin Award of the year goes to... *drum roll*... *sigh*... me.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
I hereby nominate myself to receive the Almost Darwin Award of the year. Why, you ask? Well, perhaps I should start from the beginning...
Friday, October 26, 2007
But I really don't want to. Bloggy friends, this boring bloggy belle needs your help! Our party is two weeks away, and our guests are expecting food, fun, and fabulous jewelry. We have the food and fab jewelry down, but the fun? We're kind of at a loss. Help! A few people are coming just because it "sounds fun". AAHHH!!!
I know some of you are really good at parties and fun stuff, so give me some suggestions, people. *grin* Or else we may resort to playing pin the diamond on the ring. And that's just scary... very, very scary. I want our guests to actually like us, you know.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
3 cups flour
2 cups sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
2 tsp vanilla
1 1/4 cups oil
2 apples, chopped
1 tsp salt
1 cup chopped nuts (optional)
1 tsp baking soda
Preheat oven to 300 degrees.
In a large bowl, mix together all ingredients until well blended. Pour batter into 2 greased loaf pans. Bake for about 1 hour.
It's reeeeally yummy!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
"Hope is for the people who have not yet found grace."
This is the quote I left you to ponder on a few weeks ago. I've put a lot of thought into it since then. I'm not quite sure why, but it really wiggled itself into my brain and embedded itself there. It's one of those things that can be looked at from many different angles, and here are my many thoughts on it at present.
Hope, according to dictionary.com, means, "the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best". To me, hope is the thing that drives us forward, pushing us on in life. Without hope, why would we keep on running? Without hope, how could we keep moving forward even when things are difficult? If not for hope, wouldn't we just give up? Whether it is hope in God or hope that we'll get that promotion, or hope that our loved one battling an illness will get the needed cure... hope is what keeps us looking to that goal. When the hope is gone, so is the drive and the vision.
The past year has been, for me, hell on earth. I've lost so much. I've been broken so many times. I feel as though what thin shreds of hope I had and was hanging on to with my little fingers have been snapped and forcefully yanked from my existence. I've experienced death in ways I had not yet experienced. Not only in the death of a dear loved one, but also in the death of a dream. With these deaths I feel as though I've experienced yet another death... and that is of whatever hope and innocence I had left. There's nothing like watching someone you love gasp her last breaths to hit you upside the head with real life. It's hard to believe the world is an alright place after that. And after having to die to a dream, it's impossible to keep your naivety.
Almost two years ago, I wrote about what I thought was a loss of something dear to me. It's so hard for me now to read that and see just how naive to the world I was. Are you kidding me? I cried over a house? A house? Two years can really change a person. I've grown so much since then and so much has changed. In some ways, good and in other ways, bad. Either way, I'm not the same person at all. Dreams have died, people have died, hope has died, and along with them some of me has died. I'd like to think that part of that death is not only my naivety but also some of my insensitivity and some of my immaturity. I look at things differently now. I don't debate until I'm blue in the face anymore. I try to walk a mile in someone's shoes instead of just speaking to them in Christianese.
I'd like to say that my faith has grown, but in reality some of it has died too. Not all of it. There's still plenty to keep me going on, but it's not the same. I don't look at the church the same, nor do I look at God in the same way. I've been hit with the harsh reality that His knowledge and sovereignty far surpass my dreams and desires and hope. Even when you know His way is best, sometimes it still hurts.
In many ways, hope to me has become a pain in the neck. I've been saying for the past year that the higher your hopes, the more they hurt when they come crashing down on you. It seems like it would be easier to not hope at all. But without hope, we would cease to move. Or at least *I* would cease to move. And unless we're moving, we won't reach our destination. What is that destination, you ask? For me and I'm sure for many of you as well, it has always been grace. Just as I see hope as the thing that drives us forward, I see grace as the thing we're moving towards. The resting place where we can hang our hats and find something else we hope for - peace. I believe it is impossible to find peace if you're not in grace ("grace" here meaning God's freely given grace and favor). So I guess this is why that quote hit me so deeply. I've been hoping and hoping and not finding what I want... but what I want apparently isn't what I need. My hope was misplaced, and has been dying a slow and painful death. What is left is me, bare and broken, on this road supposedly moving towards my destination via a very painful detour.
His grace is sufficient, but I've been so caught up in hope that I've failed to rest in that fact. If I can just find that grace and rest in it, the little-left hope, which can be wishy-washy and uncertain, will turn into something much more steadfast. Faith. While hope is just that... hope... "I hope for such and such", I see faith as a firm belief. You don't just hope for it to be, you know it will. And if I'm in grace, my will aligned with His, then my faith will be true and aimed where it should. Not where I might want it to be, but where He wants it to be... and I'll know that even though this world is harsh and kills my hopes and dreams... my faith will never fail me because it is in Him.
The hope drives me towards grace. In that grace I can rest and find peace in the One who never fails me. Realizing this and standing on it is faith. So for me (and the Prison Break dude, perhaps) hope is for the people who have not yet found grace... because once you find His grace, it's all you really need.
The baking season, that is! One reason I adore fall is because that's when I start pulling out the pumpkins and apples and cocoa and start making all sorts of baked yummies. Pumpkin bread and apple bread are two huge favorites in my house (well, favorites of *mine*, anyway. Dustin doesn't seem to care for bread unless it has some sort of cheese melted on it. *grin* And have you ever tried to melt cheese on pumpkin bread? I haven't, but it doesn't sound all that great.). Then of course, there are cookies and brownies.
It's time to start baking (even though it really has NOT cooled off here yet. Sickening, I know.) and I need your help. I'm fresh out of ideas and recipes to try. Tonight I made brownies (from a box...) and they were pretty good. They were organic and whole grain made with evaporated cane juice instead of high-fructose-corn-nasties. They were good, but not the best. I have a container of super dark cocoa powder that is begging to be made into the perfect brownie recipe, and I know you must have it.
I am also in need of some cookie recipes. We will be baking cookies for our upcoming party.
If anyone is interested, I'll share my two bread recipes. I'd just do it now, but they're on the desktop's drive (which has now been converted into an external drive since the desktop went kaput and has not yet been replaced...) and I'm not currently hooked up to it.
So hit me with your best recipe!
Friday, October 19, 2007
Last night I realized that given the recent skills I have acquired, I can now call myself an amateur metalsmith. How cool is that?? *grin*
On a less than positive note, here's a question for you. I see so much disrespect being thrown around regarding spouses (most of it I see these days is women disrespecting their husbands or other various men in their lives). My question is when did men cease to be our respected spouses and instead become our lap dogs that we "punish" into "good behavior"?
Here's what I have to say about that: *GAAAAAAAG*
I realize that the women's rights movement did a lot of good. A lot. But is it possible that too much "empowerment" has served to sway us a little too far in the opposite direction? What, are we "getting back at them" now?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I'm on a forum that is basically jewelry designers. Some of them sell, some of them don't. However, all of them seem to think that I and a few others price our items too low. Apparently this hurts the industry as a whole. I will not share the official "formula" that many designers go by, but it is not hard to find if you look. I do not go by this formula. We have our own that we came up with after much thought and tweak it as need be.
Our prices started out really low because we started out working with mostly inexpensive materials, making simple items. As our skills and sales have grown, we have expanded into higher quality materials and more intricate designs. With that, as well as the rising cost of supplies (which has been scary crazy lately!) and other expenses (rising shipping costs, costs to maintain website, etc) our prices have naturally gone up. However, we believe they are still reasonable, though unfortunately they will have to go up more if the costs of materials keep rising as they are now. We will keep trying our hardest to find the beast deals however and will always pass those savings to our customers.
One of our business goals is to provide high quality jewelry to every "belle". We believe every woman that wants shiny stuff should be able to buy pretty shiny stuff without having to resort to going to Walmart and buying stuff that will not last more than a few days. We believe jewelry is an investment, we just don't believe you should have to take out a loan to make that investment. *grin* So we have worked really hard to find a good pricing level for our customers. Our target market is people like us - who want beautiful quality pieces at affordable prices. We believe we have accomplished this goal well, and so far, we have gotten positive feedback from our target market. And to be quite honest, I'd be embarrassed if my own peers could not afford what I had to offer. Not because I expect them to buy, but why would I try to sell something that not even I would buy?
However, we have also had customers tell us that our prices are a little too low. I'm not sure why they would say this except they must just expect it after browsing around the handcrafted jewelry world.
Since many of my readers are a part of our "target market", I thought I'd ask you. I'm really not interested in hearing from other people who do this for a living, because more than likely we have very different goals. *grin* Be honest. Leave a comment if you'd like, or vote anonymously if you'd prefer. I'm sorry the poll looks weird. I don't know how to fix it.
Today I called a good friend from my high school days to get her address so I could send her an invitation to our jewelry party next month. I have always forgotten to get it from her after she got married. I asked her for it and you'll never guess what she said in return. Or maybe you will guess.
"Are you sending me a baby shower invitation?"
Are you freaking kidding me? Is that really something you ask someone you know has been struggling with infertility for two years? I said "No, I wish" and something else and she replied again with something else completely insensitive and I pretty much stopped that conversation and changed the subject.
Some days I feel like the only sane person left in this world.
So, I have this dilemma now. As I mentioned yesterday, things aren't exactly centered in my bathroom in a way that makes sense to, you know, a human. It might make sense to some other lifeform, but to mine? Not so much. The lighting I guess is sort of centered to the sink, but not perfectly. I think the builders were high on paint fumes (much like I am now) when they installed the box thing. Seriously, I think I must have picked the stinkiest brand of paint ever. I won't mention which brand it is...
Martha Stewart... because I am ashamed.
The paint, apparently, in semi-gloss looks different than it does on the card. Apparently this is also a disclaimer on the back of the card. So, my lovely gray-purple color turned out more like purple-purple, which is ok. It's a pretty color, just not exactly what I was expecting. I like it, but I don't know about future potential buyers. I don't want to paint it again. I spent almost four hours in there today and I still need to do a second coat!
So, help me make a plan here. I have a rectangular mirror with a thick dark brown frame that I need to hang. Should I center it with the lighting, and hang it with the long sides going vertically and maybe put a candle sconce on the right side to "even" it out between the cabinet and wall? Or should I hang it with the long sides going horizontally so it's not as obvious? Or should I center it to the wall and let my OCD drive me insane for as long as we continue to live in this house?
Here's a photo. Sorry it's not good... I'm tired (and a little woozy still from the fumes... Martha, if you're reading this, make your paint less stinky PLEASE - I can smell it all the way on the other side of the house). Please ignore the lighting which is missing two glass things. I took them down so I'd have an easier time painting, but the third one was fighting with me, so I just left it. In case you're wondering, the hole on the left side is where the medicine cabinet goes. I took it down. Why? I don't know. Blame Martha. Actually, I'm going to paint it and I thought maybe perhaps it would be easier to paint while off the wall, but I'm not sure that makes sense to my lifeform.
What color should I paint the cabinets? They need it for sure. I'd rather stain them, but they're not entirely made of solid wood, so I can't. I'd replace them, but don't have the time right now. I was planning on painting them cream, as well as the trim, but Dustin suggested brown to match the mirror frame. I'm not sure how that would look. I'd like dark brown if I were staining them, but not so sure about the paint.
So what would you do (aside from just moving to a house that was built by, you know, humans).
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Guess what. I didn't bruise at all. For a girl that bruises extremely easily, this is a miracle. I mean, I hit my face HARD. I almost always have a bruise or five on my legs from whacking them on things as I walk down the hall or step over the dog gate or something (and don't hit them half as hard as I hit my face) and yet the face didn't bruise. The body is a strange thing. It just swelled a little and was sore for a few days. It's just a bit sore now, but at least I can rub it without wanting to scream. *grin*
I don't think there's any way I could have hit my eye. I wear my glasses all the time when I work because I can see better with them close up than I can with my contacts, and, well, I hate my contacts. They dry out too fast and drive me nuts. I've already tried two brands. I haven't decided if its worth trying another. I'm *always* careful when I work with the dangerous tools - like the saws (especially the flex shaft, which could quite literally cut a limb off) but pliers? It's not like you really consider the possibility of stabbing your face with pliers. I mean, who does that?!
My toe hurts though. My little toe on my left foot (just thought the visual would be interesting). It feels like it was smashed with a hammer, but I don't recall that happening so I have no idea what is wrong with it. I must have banged it on something because it is quite mad at me. Poor mad little toe.
Over the weekend, we started to work on our hall bath. We (read: my dad) replaced the faucet and we (read: I tried it all by myself but Dustin ended up doing it anyway) replaced the lighting. Then I (read: again, tried myself but Dustin ended up finishing it) replaced the toilet paper holder. Now everything is a lovely brushed nickel finish. Ahh, I love brushed nickel. Only, I'm a bit unhappy because, umm, the lighting box wasn't really centered with anything. How dumb is that? It's not centered perfectly over the sink and it's not centered perfectly between the wall and the cabinet. Huh? So now when I hang the new mirror, I get the lovely job of finding out how to place it without making the whole room look dumb. I swear, as much as I like my house, I will never buy another home designed by this builder again! Lots of strange things. Lots. The room is also taped off, ready for me to paint it today. Yay. Have I mentioned how much I hate painting? I decided I'm going to also do the trim and probably the cabinets too. Someone come help me!
I'm having a hard night. The stress of the upcoming stuff along with other stuff we're going through is wearing me out and I'm stressed and depressed and probably every other -ressed you can think of. Prayers would be appreciated.
I'll leave you with a piece I made the other night in preparation for the party. It won't be available on the website until after the party (provided it doesn't sell) but I thought you'd like to see it anyway. But of course, if you really want it, you might be able to pull my leg. *grin*
It's made with one of my favorite gemstones - blue crazy lace agate. The color is sooo pretty. It's a 2-in-1 chain made with hand sawed and woven rings. It's one of my favorite weaves even though it's so simple. It's just classy looking, I think. The clasp is also hand made. If the bracelet wasn't too long for me, I'd probably keep it. *grin*
Click for larger pictures.
And one more piece (this one made by Momma Belle) with my other favorite gemstone, smoky quartz. These stones are SO pretty and their clarity is so nice. It's hard to find good gemstones with perfect clarity without having to pay a fortune, but with smoky quartz it's possible. *grin* Plus, the color just goes with almost anything. Pretty, pretty! I hope this one sells at the party or show because it deserves a lovely model.
So do you have a favorite gemstone?
Friday, October 12, 2007
makes for a good roadblock.
Or at least that's what my pliers thought this morning when they jammed into my eye socket bone, just 1" below my eyeball.
Like freaking OW.
I look like I have a miniature snake bite... two little holes in my skin. Lovely. Now I'm just waiting for the black eye. I punched myself pretty hard! Who needs enemies when I have myself?
I just hope I didn't crack a tooth. Possibly too high to crack a tooth, but its all really sore and achy now, so who knows.
I'm the poster girl for safety goggle awareness. I wear regular glasses most of the time, and the pliers hit right below my frames. However, if I had been wearing safety glasses, the pliers would have hit them instead of ME.
Don't you just love the combo of snake bite, need-to-be-plucked eyebrows, and cleaning-house-today hairstyle? I'm so pretty. *grin*
Thursday, October 11, 2007
We just finished planning a grand opening open house party at my home for November 10th. It's from 2-6pm, so if you live nearby, feel free to join us! We'll be having some good food, some fun, and some door prizes.
Just after we solidified the plans, we were contacted about being a vendor in a local trade show. The fees are low and benefit charity, so we thought why not? The kicker? The show is two days after our party. Two days, people! Can you say crazy weekend?
I am now officially freaking out. I have so much to do between now and then that it's not even funny. I need to paint the hall bath, and change out some fixtures in there. I also need to shampoo the carpets, and and and... not to mention all the business prep stuff. I mean, inventory, food, decorations, cash box, change, oh my Lord I'm going to go crazy.
We've decided to offer hostess party opportunities as well. So, I'm going to have people in my home, I'm going to go to a SHOW as a VENDOR (which I have never even come close to doing!) and might be going into other people's homes to hold parties. Umm, have I mentioned that I have social phobias?
It should be interesting, that's for sure.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
that jewelry making can drive one insane? Apparently it can. This pendant gave me fits. Everything that could have gone wrong did. I barely survived its creation. But I'm glad I did, I think it's pretty cute. *grin*
I sawed the flower from sheet metal, then soldered on a fine silver center, textured the yahoo out of it, oxidized and called it a day. Or two. It took me two days to make. I think I want to make a few smaller ones for matching earrings and a ring.
Have I mentioned that I love working with sheet metal?
Friday, October 05, 2007
I only met him once, but we connected immediately. Those big, kind dark eyes and that hair so soft and full, Keegan was a sight for sore eyes and a good old soul. He was the kind of guy that would sit and let you talk for a while, just listening. Just watching. Just letting you be you without any judgment at all. A loyal companion was he.
Living until the ripe old age of 14, Keegan the Keeshond lived a good life surrounded by people who cared for him. He is survived by his family in Pennsylvania and Texas who all miss him dearly. Memorials started yesterday shortly after his passing and shall continue indefinitely as each loved one grieves in his or her own private way.
We love and miss you, boy.
Rest in peace, old buddy. Rest in peace.
No joke, I just cleaned my desktop about an hour before I went to her blog! The Rock Chick tagged me for a desktop screen shot showing meme. If I would have been a good bloggy friend and visited her last week when she tagged me (I didn't know!) I'd be in some trouble. My desktop was full. FULL, I say. Not just cluttered, FULL. Jewelry photos, web pages, newsletter edits, and other such business junk were taking over the world. But, apparently, being a bad bloggy friend isn't such a bad thing after all.
Here is my beautiful, clean desktop. Do you love it or what?
I have to tag people, and the unlucky ones are:
Erin at Glimpse of Pink
Sandy at The Daily Poop
Kim Thru the Looking Glass
Amber at My Journey in Faith
If you play along, let me know! :)
Monday, October 01, 2007
My desktop computer decided to crash today. My LIFE is on that thing. Our budget stuff, all our photos, my business records, invoice blanks, my pricing sheets, everything! I have also written over 30 songs (and a few I've recorded) and all those files are on there too. *sniff*
I can't access ANYTHING at the moment. We're pretty sure the hard drive is fine, it's bad memory and something else that's not working (and I do have backups of some stuff)- but ugh ugh ugh, I feel like my entire life is on hold. Thank goodness I bought a laptop earlier this year, or else I wouldn't even be able to function, but it's not my main computer and I want my main computer. My laptop also hates my printer, and I had 4 orders I needed to get out this morning, and I needed my invoice file and I needed to print that and labels for my packages. Thankfully I was able to download a driver that seemed to make it work. But...
WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! What a HUGE pain in the rear (and checkbook).
My hubby and dad can both build computers, but they're saying with the parts we need to replace, I might as well just call Dell and buy a whole new one. *big, huge, loud sigh*
Bye-bye swanky, new camera that I wanted to get as my Christmas present to myself. I swear, the fates are keeping me from that thing!
I had a visitor this morning. I guess it's a praying mantis. I have an uncle that is terrified of those things. This one was tan and skinny. I thought they were green and a little bigger. Don't worry, I didn't lysol him. I had pity and captured him in a cup and released him on the back porch for the huge frog-sized red wasps to carry him away. Life is so interesting living in front of a large open field in Texas.
Did you know they fly? I didn't. But I do now.