Short Trip

I had a few minutes to burn today between my consulting gig that I picked up and running errands, so I stopped at a local thrift store.

I LOVE this store. I’ve found some really great finds that I’ve listed on eBay or kept for myself, or gifted to friends that collect odds and ends.

This particular store has not only a massive selection of clothing, accessories, and home goods, but the entire 2nd floor has furniture. Yes 2 stories of thrifted amazingness. Today I just roamed the furniture, took a few pics of the awesome stuff here:

I was in….AWE. There are times where I create stories for these pieces. Like where did they live? Who made them? How were they used/decorated/paired, etc? Just imagine the stories some of your own furniture could tell? That one time your son wrote on the table, the spills, the dinners eaten at your table, the holidays and birthdays celebrated….the personal history each piece holds makes it just THAT much more special.

I always think of what stories my family will add. It’s just beautiful!

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Eye for the odd…

In my current state of “free time”, I like to roam thrift stores. Who am I kidding? I like to roam thrift stores. Period.

It’s fun, relaxing, destressing, and helps me to clear my mind. It’s like meditation, but walking through a dusty store filled with random people’s throw aways that will make me sneeze.

Each item tells a story. Sometimes I come up with how a particular item came to be, or how it ended up at this particular thrift store. It reminds me of library storytime as a kid. Sometimes the person reading the story would have an old relic of some sort to relate the story to, and make it stick. It was essentially like a history lesson, sometimes completely made up or entirely embellished.

I have an eye for the strange or unusual at thrift stores. Its almost like I’m drawn to these random oddbits by some magnet. For example…

I don’t know what it is, but I love it! It’s like a ceramic sideshow. Miss Tiffani’s Oddity Emporium……has a ring to it….hmmmm….

In any case, I end up buying them because maybe I can sell them in my imaginary antique store(which, as of late, has manifested into eBay). I genuinely have fun finding these odd ones, cleaning them up and texting pics of them to my friends that freak them out.

Maybe I’ll take you along for my next trip? It’ll be fun.

It’s Been 2 Weeks…

Please, don’t resist the urge to break out singing Barenaked Ladies.

BUT, my friends, that’s not why I’ve returned. You see…recently my schedule has opened up GREATLY and I’ve got some time on my hands. I’m in a state that I’ve never been in since I was about 16 years old. What state is that you say? “Unemployed”, I say.

It is more than anything, WEIRD. I’m used to my schedule. I’m used to waking at the crack of dawn, having my cup of coffee with Grandma(really cool mug I’ve got kinda makes me feel like I’m hanging with her in the morning).

Black mug that reveals an image when hot liquid is poured inside

Magic mug is THE best gift ever!

Now, I wake up at the crack of dawn, and have my coffee while job hunting in my PJ’s.

I have to admit, it’s a welcome break. I actually haven’t taken a break from work in 20 years. Even on maternity leave, I still worked or had some odd job that brought in income.

For now, I’ll continue my job hunt, cleaning and reorganizing my house, and selling all the random odds, weirds and interesting finds on eBay. 🙂

Until next time!

Fun With Craigslist

I’m a strange one, and sometimes I like to peruse Craigslist just to see what’s out there, mostly just to see what’s FREE.  The cheaper, the better for my repurposed furniture.  I’m not opposed to swiping that desk that the neighbors on the next street put out front of their house for bulk day, and getting busted courtesy of their motion sensing floodlights….but that’s a story for another day.

Anyway, I like free stuff.  The past few days, I’ve noticed that people are crazy on Craigslist.  There’s definitely a clown or 2 out there, posting crazy things just for the hell of it.  For example, the sandwich…

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It reads:

Peanut Butter and Cream Cheese sounded like a good idea so what can I say? I did it.  I’m not saying I regret it, but I’m also not saying I don’t regret it.  I don’t know what I’m saying really.

Basically I brought this sandwich into the world and I can’t take the guilt of throwing it out. I added some sliced strawberries cuz that sounded good too.  Mistakes were made. Lets not dwell on it.

Free to a good home”

As you can imagine, I had a GREAT laugh with that.  Now today, I came across this gem:

free doll

This one says:

“I want to get rid of this doll, my daughter doesn’t want it anymore, our dog won’t stop barking at it and we can never find it where we left it. Doll has a really cute laugh but no batteries required. Pick up only, thanks!  “

From these, I’ve now concluded that Floridians are completely insane or insanely creative.  Dear Craigslist Hero, I ❤ U and your humor….even though I’m slightly afraid that you may be a psycho, and living within 10 miles of me.

I’m a Big Scaredy Cat

Over the years, I’ve noticed that I’ve developed a series of irrational, and somewhat crazy fears. I would like to attribute most of this to being a parent, and noticing how children can very quickly turn an everyday task into an health hazard. Even I can’t pin it all on them.

So, I’m putting these fears out there because I just faced one the other day, and SURVIVED.

Fear #1
A spider in my car. I’m SCARED of spiders, always have been, always will be. The damned things creep me out. It doesn’t help that I have massive amounts of banana spiders around my home. The other day as I was driving, this happened. It ACTUALLY happened. I am still a little too shaken to repeat the gory details, but you get the idea.

Fear #2
Being swallowed by a boa constrictor. This one I blame on my kindergarten teacher. That song isn’t fun, it’s terrifying.

Fear #3
Creepy crawly things in my ears or nose and eating my brain. If you were present for the mystery item my daughter had in her nose, you would COMPLETELY understand. And today, I saw this, which only made it worse:

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This really could EAT your brain! I mean, brain matter and clams are about the same, right?

Fear #4
Dying on the toilet. Happens everyday, elderly men and women found, pants down, handling the last of their business. Or worse yet, you sit on the toilet and you’re unexpectedly attacked by a spider or snake that decided to emerge from your latrine at that very moment.

Fear #5
Glitter in my eye. Think about how much an eyelash hurts when it gets in your eye, glitter is even worse AND it could cause a corneal abrasion.

Now that I have the worst of them out there. I feel better. I used to make fun of my mother for her irrational fears, and now I am just like her(make that fear #6). My mom is great, loving, wonderful, but…I don’t want to be her or Aunt Josephine from A Series of Unfortunate Events.

What’s funny is if you showed me masked man with a gun next to any of these scenarios, the masked man would lose. Maybe as I get older, and more mature(HAHAHA), these fears will subside. Or I’ll get tougher.

The Good Old Days

Do you remember the very first cd, album, etc you bought? How it made you feel?

My mom will proudly tell you it was Rose Royce….

I can’t help but to think what our kids will remember…..will it be the first song they downloaded? The answer as I’ve discovered is, “NO”. I asked our 17-yr-old intern at work if he remembers what he first downloaded, and he couldn’t recall. I asked my 17-yr old stepdaughter and she also couldn’t recall.

I know that a good portion of what I remember in life is from my childhood, and relishing all those “first” memories. It seems like with everything being instant, ADHD, fast-zoom-bang-right-now, our children don’t have many memories to look forward to…..

I’ve nearly made it my mission to insure that my kids remember it all! Days at the park, running and jumping on the beach, and more….I just hope that maybe they’ll remember the good things and have the “firsts” that are worth remembering.

For the record, my first cd was Another Bad Creation…..it contained the driving force behind me wanting to change my name to “Iesha”.

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Challenging Challenge

Last week my friend Angela comes to me during lunch with this “Great Idea”. She was reading this blog where this girl decides to wear her hair in different styles each day of the week. My face instantly is:

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She convinces me somehow with a lot of:

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Eventually we end at:

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We’re officially on day 2 and this is what I’ve come up with for the massive curly mess upon my head:

Day 1(a pretty basic bun):

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Day 2(a side pinned 80’s-ish homage)

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We’ll see what happens with days 3-5…..but knowing me, it won’t last. It’s difficult to do something everyday with this hair. More than 5 minutes spent on hair could be dangerous. My 2 and 6 year old could demolish and rebuild a whole city in that time. Can you imagine what they’d do to the living room?