In My Brain

Today is one of those days where I wished I was Thelma or Louise and had the balls to drive off a cliff. Just being honest.

I do my best to stay out of political debates but the campaign so far this year has made that extremely hard. I've nearly exploded five dozen times already. I'm so glad Tyrone lets me vent to him. I was listening to some people in Mississippi and Alabama be interviewed about some things and I was left shocked & disgusted. My jaw is still dragging on the ground today. I. Can't. Even.

Which led me to the below thought:

As much as I complain and joke around about living in Utah I am actually really proud to live here. (I've said this before but it's nice to reaffirm every now and then) I love living in the gayest city in America. We use to be pretty behind the times but we really aren't when you look at things closely. I had a good conversation with a friend about this yesterday which led Tyrone and I to discuss it too and we both agree it's not so bad here. There will be issues with one thing or another in any place.

I'm thankful I had an open mother and grandmother when it came to sex and drugs. My mom was always open about that stuff and I stayed away from drugs for the most part and passed on many opportunities to get high when I was growing up. I even waited to have sex before I was married (the first time around OBVIOUSLY!) I've had to learn my own lessons the hard way, I'm not trying to say I was a perfect kid because that is in no way true or the point I'm trying to make. I'm just glad that there weren't many surprises if you know what I mean. Another thought about this is I understand now when mom told me to wait till I was married to have sex. I get it now. Especially when you're with your new husband and you come face-to-face with an ex that you've slept with before and he's with his new family. This is not a fun experience. I'd like to be all "mature" about it and say that it doesn't matter because Tyrone and I weren't together and it was a different life I lived before, blah, blah, blah but I can't. It's not fun and I hate that I've had to answer for stupid mistakes that I've made as much as I own each and every one of them.

On a lighter note....

I'm so incredibly excited for the release of Jack White's solo album. I heart him. "I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers."

I've started to struggle with my daily reading goal that I set for this year.

I'm oddly looking forward to St. Patrick's day this weekend. So glad it's on a Saturday this year.

I'm so lucky to have my husband become my best friend. Everyday we grow closer and closer. Even with all of the ridicule and mocking we do of each other, it has only bonded us.

Speaking of bonding, my SIL, Rachel, let me make a mold out of her torso to use as a body form that I'm making. I got to feel her up and afterwards we were left tipsy and satisfied. Well I was satisfied but I can't speak for her.

Yesterday was Fred's birthday and we bought him a fancy cupcake to eat. It was raspberry lemonade if you must know. He ate it all and even left the adorning raspberry that was on top for last. I didn't think he was going to eat the raspberry but he finally did. That didn't satisfy him though because he still begged me for mine when I was eating it.

Last night we got all caught up with The Walking Dead and I was freaking out at the ending. This Sunday's episode is going to be craaazy.

5 years old

It's Mr. Frederick Biggie Franklin's birthday today and he has not let me forget it all day

This is how most Saturdays go {in pictures}

 we need another room FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!

 Tyrone learning a new song

 Someone always dropping their damn toy any where I'm doing something

daily three bags; workout bag (you heard that right), purse, work laptop bag (sigh)

 Taking product phots, diy photos, etc. 

lots of computer time (finally did a budget for my shop for the past three years)

date night

Skirt Makeover!

 Supplies 

*vintage skirt*

*fabric glue*

*faux patent leather*

*scissors & a marker*

*paper or heart pattern*

 Easy As Pie 

{i've never understood this expression because I think baking pies is very hard to do}

1. Grab an old skirt, vintage, thrift, grandma's closet, whatever

2. Take some paper and draw a heart shaped pattern on it in different sizes and cut them out

3. Use your heart pattern and place on patent leather scraps (or any other type of fabric) and cut out as many hearts as you want. I cut out two hearts of each size I had a pattern for. I wanted it to sort of look like the hearts were floating up my skirt but in a rock and roll sort of way which is why I chose the faux black patent leather.

4. With your fabric tac glue start gluing them right on the front of the skirt holding each one down for just a few seconds before moving on to the next one. 

*Tip - don't worry about it being perfect or that the edges come up a bit or that your hearts aren't cut exactly right. The more imperfections the better!

Done!

 {the broken leg stance - very model chic}

In My Brain

Holy shit balls! When I saw this gold peter pan collar I about lost it. My sphincter muscles almost quite literally gave out on me. Isn't it purdy? It's even better than the one I just made, obviously. I've already had like 3 naughty dreams about it. I'm getting all humid just writing about it. Now go back to looking at this beautiful gold collar instead of thinking about my sphincter muscles.

After the clouds had parted and I started to calm my shit I was inspired to make a gold treasury on etsy. Check it out here!

Last night my parents stopped by and dropped off a Ninja. It's a magical blender made by hobbits. Sidenote: I'm convinced my dad is out to get me fat. He won't be satisfied until I have diabetes and need to resort to wearing circus tents on the daily. Needless to say the Ninja gift wasn't his idea. 

Thinking of getting a new camera but I'm torn between just another digital point and shoot and a DSLR. I want to be practical and pay bills but I also want to buy something that will help my business in the long run and maybe even persuade me into venturing off into other things. I just spent more money than I would like to share at the dentist recently and know that I have at least $300+ more dollars to fork out in the next few weeks to complete this dental excursion. I have insurance but I still feel pressured to prostitute to cover my portion. 

Speaking of large purchases my husband on the other hand has no problem with spending dough which is evident in the new drum set he just got. 

It's Friday night and we're watching Greys Anatomy still. I just got done explaining the season 5 finale to Tyrone and he just made me replay it. This is hilarious to me as a wife.