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Wreath for my parent's front door

I made this one in fall colours so I have an excuse to put it up in November rather than wait until December next year.

Wreath making was fun, but my hands and arm look like I've been through the wars. Scratches and pine sap, mmm. Not to mention the glitter embedded in the scratches and pine sap. Oh yeah, I am hardcore.

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But this makes me happy.

Mushroom birds!

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What a horrid week

This is what I feel like right now:  cranky and a bit rained on.

Sometimes, its just one of those.

This week, I can check off my to-do list:

• being an hour late for work
• being late getting back from lunch
• going out of the way to purchase supplies needed at work, then leaving those same supplies on the floor of my apartment instead of bringing them in to the office, where they were counting on having them
• spending $50 on lightbulbs for the office
• locking myself out of my house, with my elderly dogs locked inside
• throwing a fit over having to listen to college basketball
• being unreasonably upet over the timing of a bath
• NOT WORKING OUT A SINGLE TIME.  seriously wtf I am going to die.
• getting the addresses wrong on two of my Christmas cards
• staying 2 hours late at work with the rest of my team to trim off the bottom of our title sheets, which had the name of the building misspelled.  I didn't misspell it, but it was still frustrating.

I am pretty much done, my brain is melted.  We are supposed to see Harry Potter tonight and go out to eat, and thank god because I don't believe I could rustle up even scrambled eggs on toast tonight.

blech.  

It didn't take too long before I ran out of things to talk about...

I do love Christmas sparkly things.

So I'm hanging out at my parents' for the weekend, because they're in Canada for my grandmother's 80th birthday extravaganza. I am sorry not to see the fam, but it would have been a kinda stressful trip, so I am not sorry we didn't spend 1200$ we don't have to make it happen.

It is nice to see my puppies again, but I am slightly suspicious someone has been feeding them hint of lime chips - they reacted strongly to the bag and even more so once they saw the chips. Confession, Dad?

This weekend I am hoping to pull some kind of Christmas elf move on my parents, and am planning on setting up a tree and doing some other decorating, mostly the parts I used to do when I was still living at home. I am still coming to grips with the fact that this is the first Christmas where I will not wake up in the same building as my parents...weird. Growing up one tiny change at a time.

But it doesn't mean I wont still be the one who drapes the baluster with fake pine boughs and poinsettias :)

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Already tired of waiting

the rutabaga got tired waiting for us to eat him, and decided to start a new life of his own.  we ate him anyway.

Sometimes we drive through little old neighborhoods on our way to somewhere, and this feeling starts to creep in until it has invaded every aspect of my conciousness: I MUST own a home.

I imagine my experience is similar to that of someone consumed by baby mania, a combination of hope, fear, and feelings of complete inadequacy.

I am a project-oriented person, its what gets me through the patches in my life. In London I realized one of my big dissatisfactions with the day to day was the lack of having a project to work on, because it wasn't practical.

In our tiny apartment, I look around and know that I have run out of spaces to put things, and that I have run out of patience with the things not to my satisfaction. I want more than 1 room to exist in, so that if someone plays loud annoying video games, I don't have to walk around my own living room in headphones. I can't wait until the day that when something goes wrong, I don't think to myself, "well that is going to come out of the deposit." I want to be able to redo a bathroom, paint walls a colour other than white, buy real furniture, and to not have the weight of moving in another 9 months pressing down.

But there is no avoiding the fact that we are pretty broke, and it doesn't really matter how much I want this. In this area, it will be a hell of a long time before we have enough for a down payment with a sensible mortgage.

But I would really like my own space please.

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