the week in review: arpil 5-11

click here to read all about it. i promise, i didn't get whiny.

playing with the poladroid

just a bit of fun as i am all out of new words. the brain, she is too full of chaos and thought and the coughing really needs an eviction notice. on a side note, yesterday we saw purdy flowers. pictures to come once i get he battery recharged.

if only it were backwards day

cuz i feel lousy. i'm not sure where my brain has hied off to but i am quite sure it has run away and eloped with my self-esteem. i'm having a stupid, stupid week (seriously, stoopid). but it's okay cuz i think anyone would be having such a week if they were me. let me count my woes...

*i'm still sick with lung stuff. i blame it on the pollen from the trees we played under two weeks ago at the park. i tend to forget i have sad lungs. i'm kinda like a kid that way. "but moooommmm..."

*because of the ick, i have a COUGH...as in fully loaded. it ain't pretty. and i've been hacking so hard my muscles hurt and my bones ache and i feel on the verge of nausea nonstop.

*because of the cough i can't sleep. and if there is one thing i'm really good at, it's sleeping. haven't slept in well in two weeks. there are nice plumby bruises under my eyes from this lack of sleep.

*the mister too has not been sleeping. it's all because of me. i hack, i wheeze, i cough and then i um...SNORE, like my old valiant when the manifold baked itself open. worse than a chopper. it is bad. and because he isn't sleeping, i feel guilty. he is the one with the hateful job after all.

*not only is there a cough and guilt and a flurry of alien beings festering in my lungs, there are wee creatures that seems to nap in my throat causing me to gurgle and wheeze and sound like a pack of snurfle-faced pugs. this also keeps me awake.

and because i am feeling self-indulgent, let's toss a few more woes into the mix...(you may wish to run away and go read something else or watch this or this because i do give a little too much info coming up. i'm just warning ya.)

*so i'm sick and i'm wheezy and i'm very unhappy with this ick why not wallow a little in my infertility. you may or may not be aware of this but it is so and i'm sad. actually i'm pretty pissed off about it because there are real REASONS* and there is nothing i can do. we had been trying for five years and two summers ago i had a very painful test (for me) that spelled it all out. the parts aren't shaped right. deformity was also mentioned. and grandma had just died and so i coped by pretending i was okay. that i knew it was probably not going to happen anyway and i probably would suck at being a mom so this is for the better, right? and so i pretended and i cried and i ate and i got lazy and i ate more and got lazier and gained what i like to call "the no-baby weight". and i'm quite embarrassed about it all but it is there and i want to change it but i can't breathe to DO anything about it so what do i do instead? i drink a coke...from MCDonalds. a large one and then another and another (not in a row, mind you) over the course of a couple of months which ADDS to the "no-baby weight" and topples over a few more dominoes. okay, a LOT more dominoes.

*and then there's this whole road trip and move. don't get me wrong. i am VERY excited about it all but it is a bit overwhelming. the packing up of the tiny casa, the adventuring to the unknown and wondering if we're gonna be okay through it all, leaving good friends and lovely people behind...see...more dominoes.

*so all these dominoes are falling over but they're not connected to any cool Rube Goldberg machine just my shaky sense of self which makes me weepy. add the ick and this makes me extra weepy. so there has been a lot of tears this week but i think they're a bit cathartic. tiring yes, painful, most definitely but the more i work it out in my head, the more i think about it and talk it through, the more stable i feel.

oh, if only today were backwards day...

*p.s. did i forget to mention the menopause? oy!

me me me me

oh if only i were an opera singer. nope folks, the above title is because this post is all about me. it is after all, my blog but the funny thing is there are nifty bloggers out there in blogland that thought i was nifty so they wrote about me. for reals? i'm so gosh-durned flattered and goofy with lurve. so pull up a cuppa or a pumpkin bar or an egg puff and follow along and indulge me in my me-me-me-me-ness.

amy of sweet sweet life has a home tour of the tiny casa. i had always wanted to do a home tour but took the tiny casa for granted. now that we're actually LEAVING the tiny casa, i thought this was as good a time as any so pop on over to sweet sweet life for a looksie at the tiny casa.

next up is elaine of glow in the dark soul aka a life in cupcakes. she's a pretty nifty artist and all around colorful gal as well. she has a wee interview with me all about what inspires me, who i am and where i come from. if you've ever wondered and missed it all when i babbled on about it here, please do check it out, othersies ingnore my interview but check out her blog and nifty tutorial on a diy camera strap for the mini instax.

next up, i'm just gonna do a little self-promotion but not really for me, more for the magazine i write for. have you heard of blanket? it's pretty awesome. blanket is an online publication that you download in pdf form. each issue is only $2 and full t othe brim with art and design. and if you like, you too can become a contributor through re_action. oh and lest i forget, mr. a-go-go also contributes, he draws comics, have i told you about that beofre? you can check out his pic-shaws blog to see more. that man is uber talented!

and finally, stay tuned, you'll be seeing more of me at craftzine.com, mixtape and finally another wee interview at part of dommie's take five series on exquisite and unique.

the week in review: mar 29- apr 4

i have to admit that while i do love spring, i am not so much a fan of the pollens that invade my sad lungs. it was a good week if you took out all the wheezing and inhaler sucking. there was a concert, pie, new hair, visits with friends and a visit with family. the witch-baby is now hiding out under the bed of a sister-a-go-go and the tiny casa is being overrun by boxes upon boxes. here's to a productive week and may this one be even more so.

scenes from the casa

we're moving away in four weeks. four weeks. i have lived in this tiny casa for ten years. i really love this space inside and out. it will be missed. so, i am taking pictures. lots of pictures to remember it in all it's technicolor kitsch. here's to new adventures and the future casa-to-be!