Learning New Stuff

I think this is the fourth chalkboard I've decorated. I enjoy the challenge of figuring out what to draw and making it happen.

February is Heart Healthy month and I didn't want to land in a Valentine's Day rut, so I came up with a Tree of Life sorta idea to incorporate hearts, as leaves.

Except my first attempt looked like a haystack.

But I kept adding and changing until I felt like my stack of hay morphed into a tree.

Taa Daa

Success!!

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Listening to: The Growlers - Graveyard's Full

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I inherited reading from my Mom

For as long as I've known my mom, she's always had her nose in a book. As such, I grew up with that obsession; reading is an important habit and IS a priority every day.... 

Then... I entered my early 20s, a phase of my life where I balanced a full-time job so I could buy a house and car, along with full-time college, being married and I spent too much time chasing the American dream blah blah blah, reading for fun went away for several years.

Nowadays, I need a chair.  

I love reading, but I don't really have a good, comfortable place to snuggle up next to a book. I lay in bed to read, but fall asleep within a few pages. I spend a lot of time thinking about making a reading corner in my room, but have never taken action.

Today, WI Geoff scored me a reading chair for my room. Even better, it's an old beauty shop hair dryer chair, so it has a cut out for a reading lamp and everything.





FYI: the pillow in the first photo was intentionally placed for "dramatic effect." I don't even know what that means, but I took a few pictures then felt compelled to place a pillow on the chair. I asked myself, "why does this chair need a pillow for a photo?" ...I answered to myself that it would add dramatic effect. What sort of goofy-ass instinct is that anyway?



If history is any indication of the future, my perfect reading corner will look like this by Friday:



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Listening to: My cousin Aaron wail on the guitar (Black Fast)
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Teeth for cash

Before there were Payday Loan and Car Title for Cash places, a person could sell their teeth for cash money. I know because I used to sell my teeth.



I would leave my teeth in the tooth-shaped front pocket and wake up to a little bit of money in the main part of this contraption. I don't remember ever actually using it, but I do remember losing a tooth and going up to my dad with it and telling him that "we should cut out the middle man." He laughed really hard and I felt confused because I was serious and it seemed like I had made a deep revelation about the world and how life worked.

And that's why I have a felt and lace pink pocket with a dirty tooth on the front. I have no idea of its whereabouts.

The end.

Long time, no blog. Obviously.

I wrote them all out and came up with 99 excuses about why I haven't been posting much online, but who has time for that.

I've not been up to anything too terribly interesting: mosaicing (barely), watching documentaries (see: The Pruitt-Igoe Myth about the St. Louis housing projects. It's compelling, informative, eye-opening), working (at Just Right Eating), having electrical work done on my house, stressing out about that, getting my oil changed (Brahler rules) and wondering why I procrastinated that, repotting plants, reorganizing things around my house (before photo)....just regular whatever stuff and nothing of significant importance.

I was going to write more, but now it's too late. (Excuse #37.)

Nighty-night.


Ice on 21 December 2013. Everything except the roads were encased in ice.


Christmas was awesome this year!


This mosaic is boring.


Snow on 5 January 2014.


I love this scene.