Lately, I have been working on so many items to eventually make an etsy shop or sell to local vendors here. I know there is a shop in the mall that takes handmade items. It's not that I don't have the brains to do anything else, it's just this is a job that I ENJOY. I think I am more like my dad than I thought. He was always wanting to work for himself and now I see why. Having a boss is a real bitch and a half and I don't appreciate the way the working world is treated.
If I could live in a log cabin and self sustain, I might. As long as I had internet. I need someways of communicating after all!!
Speaking of communicating, i have not talked to any of my brothers lately. I miss them and especially need to talk to John to find out if Paige is dating anyone who is fat. I had a dream that dad came to me and called Paige's new boyfriend a 'fat, lazy slob'. I don't even know if my dad would have really used those words, it was a dream after all. And I have no idea who Paige is dating. (my ex step mom) well, I still consider her my step mom. But yeah...it was so weird...this dream.
It's 6 am and I am hearing my husband snore. I still think he needs a cpap machine. But I seriously doubt that he would wear it. I don't know if I am just hearing him snore from about 3:30 to 6:00 am or if that is when it wakes me up. He could be snoring all night for all I know...i hate to say this, but the way he stops breathing and then starts up again reminds me of a fucking piece of shit car trying to start...but is out of gas or something. I am just being real. I am pissed that he refuses to take care of this issue. WTF, is my sleep less important than his? Am I going to have to move into another room and put on a sound machine? I feel SORRY for him, dammit and I don't want him being sick and tired because he is snoring his ASS off all night long and not getting a good breath. Speaking of I am about to go kick start his ass...brb.
Ok I turned him....damn he is snoring again. I woke up the kids as well.
They have been late to school...for me trying to let them get ready when they want to....hahaha! That's a joke. They run on some odd time that doesn't belong in this universe. They run on kid time. Kid time is based on the sun being out. If the sun is not out they are not up, if the sun is not out they are in the house. Sun....light....they must have sunlight.
Kid time...can't the whole world run on kid time?
mmmm What else? I guess I will go try to piece that hat together now. I LOVE doing this and it makes me happy...and I am enjoying being part of the group on YouTube called "The Cast Off Crew" Look it up if you would like to see what we are doing. You will probably see my fat butt in there too. I could care less what people think anymore I just like doing what I do, fiber artist. Ok then....I will write more later because I have a TON to say about my daughter and her boyfriend/soon to be married/fiance and the fact that they are having a son, who by the way.....the name Syair is awesome and I love it!! Yey thank you Rae for doing something right! I love the name Syair for my grandson and I look forward to meeting him soon.
Speaking of, her belly was doing so many flip flops last night when she was asleep in my bed that I thought a damn alien was going to bust out of her belly button. It was some of the freakiest looking shit ever. Wow...I'm so sentimental.