Ramble On

Strange dreams last night. Strange, jacked up dreams are the norm for me. Quite a few of them involve some random psychopath killing every stranger in the dream (which stars some male from of .. me, I suppose?). With that said, last night’s dream was odd. I had this friend in high school who passed away. I dreamed that, although she had passed away 20+ years ago, somehow we ended up finding a baby that apparently belonged to her. An infant. My mom and I were caring for this little one (who aged several months at a time as the dream progressed). The parents of the baby’s father(though at the same time, not the father?) found out about him and came to see him. They decided, without informing us, that they were taking the baby. I said something to the effect of ‘No! Bad strangers!’ & baby cried for me & would have nothing to do with them, so they left him with me. He was almost 2 years old at the dream’s end. It was odd.

I’ve been busying myself with rearranging rooms in the house & making jewelry for my shop.

spn bff picks bronze carry on necklace

I would love to expand, pick up new fonts and try them out, so on & so forth. I shall when I have adequate funding to do so. It’s a shame that I’m not getting paid to be a stay.at.home momma. Curse you, former boss, & your illegal ways which put us out of jobs. sigh. Anyway. It gives me more time to focus on my shop & schooling & de.cluttering & harassing my children & ahhhh i’m not used to being home all the time! It’s not that bad, but I have so many goals and nearly all of them require money to make them happen. Ripping out that stupid bathtub is first on my list! Rawr. Yes, I’m a bit all over the place now. I’ll stop with the rambling & go do some homework. Yay.

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Do It Yourself. (No, Make Me.)

I want to punch winter in the face.

Being off work leaves me with lots of free time. That leaves me bored. Rawr, boredom. It’s too cold to go take pics or whatever (punching winter in the face, here). So I’ve been doing some redecorating & DIY type stuff. I painted my living room last week. It was supposed to be grey, but it came out a shade lighter than was intended, so it looks a little like a purple-grey, sometimes. I like it, still, so I’ll stick with that colour. The lighting sucks in this pic, so you can’t really see the proper colouring. siiiigh. Image

I’ve been doing some more killing-time DIY stuff, too. Painted some frames black to go on the grey wall. Did.. uh, some other stuff. I forget, already.

Tried to fix some drawers on a hideous antique chest-of-drawers (which I’m going to paint). Being the genius I can be when my attention span wanders, I grabbed a tube of super glue to toss it out of my wayImage, and didn’t realise it was leaking. So it stuck to my finger before I could get it off. Took me 15 minutes to get the wretched thing off (& with only minimal skin loss).

I started re-doing the front of this two door night stand thing today. I’m new to the DIY fix.it.yourself crap, so I was trying to put this red cardstock stuff on the front, with that mod podge (mod hodge? hedgehog?) stuff. It.. failed. Haha. I really like the colour of the cardstock, and it’s stuck on there, but it bubbled. Glue + cardstock = bubbling. I might pull it all off & re-do it with red contact paper. Or maybe I’ll say “RAAAAWWWR!”, run in circles, kick it twice, and leave it until my borderline obsessive twitchiness kicks in. Then¬†re-do it. See? All bubbly! Rawwwr. Two hours and that’s what I ended up with. Then I tried to do the top. Same result. haha.

ImageI liked the blue that’s on the top (though I had to yank all that hideous gold trim off) but I want it red. My plan is/was to paint black the places where I yanked off the trim. Maybe I’ll just paint the doors instead of papering them or whatever. Maybe I’ll just kick it back out into the garage.

I want to paint my kitchen orange. & blue & red. Yes, all three colours. haha Might look like a bigtop, so I’m still working out how I want it. Maybe I’ll paint the cabinets, and I want to build a coffee table, if I can find the stuff I want to use..

I really need to stop watching DIY network & HDTV.

On the work side: I was offered a position at two different places! yay! But I had to turn them down because my lovely future sis.in.law moved back to her & my brother’s hometown two weekends ago, and I had planned on conning her into watching my wild ones (for pay, of course). Boo. haha. Still waiting to hear from Toyota, now that I’ve taken every test & physical known to man.

My son’s starving again – it’s been almost two hours since he ate last, oh no! – so I shall go toss food in his direction (a.k.a fix dinner). That’s if my daughter doesn’t sneak up on me again & give me another mini heart-attack. I think I’ll ground them both for a million years.

[[Hubby: “I know you’re bored, but we’re on a budget.
You can’t re-do the whole house until you get another job.”
Me: ‘Can I rip out the bathtub?’
Hubby: *headdesk*]]

I’m not sure how to post youtube vids in here. But this one? Perfect for the parents out there. ^_^

Title, Optional

So I’m sitting here today, and I’m reading these awesome blogs by these awesome people, and that little voice in my head starts sulking. “I want a blog,” it says to me. No. You don’t need a blog. “But I want one.” You have online journals, offline journals, an online Etsy shop, several photography accounts that you’ve done rubbish with. You don’t need a blog.

“I want a blog!”

So it’s a spoiled inner voice – I caved (of course), and here I am: Transversing (or maybe transgressing! We’ll see!) the world of blogging.

So who am I, other than another random chick on the ‘net with a spoiled inner voice? I’m Angi. Nice to meet ya. ^_^

I’m a mom of two beautiful, hyper, brilliant children. The wife of an awesome (& rather tolerant) man. A childcare professional. Would-be photographer. Writer, when time permits. Someone who has discovered recently a love for jewelry-making & cooking. I’m a lot of things. Am I blogger? I guess we’ll find out.

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