I made an activity board! Actually, to backtrack a little bit, I finally, finally have the craft room that I never asked for. Well, that’s not entirely true. I only said that it would be nice to have. I didn’t exactly ask for it. But now I have a craft room! Huzzah!
So… in case it hasn’t been clear, I don’t particularly like cooking. But I have to do it a lot. Which is okay, because we all have to do things that we don’t like regularly. I realized that as long as I’m okay with not liking cooking, and not have any expectation that I will enjoy cooking, then the fact that I don’t like cooking won’t bother me as much. Because… I always thought that one day I would enjoy cooking. And then when I realized I didn’t, I thought there was something wrong with me. And that was disappointing. But now I’ve come to terms with it, and cooking and I are acquaintances, but definitely not friends.
It’s been a while since I’ve written consistently, and it’s been even longer since I first started the blog and so it seems that I have not been able to retain the topic of every single post that I’ve written. I wonder why that is. Besides, there are numerous other things that have happened that I haven’t written about that I did want to write about but after the moment passes (or weeks or months, in my case) it seems rather irrelevant to write about something that happened oh-so-way back ago. Whew. That was a mouthful.
Anyways, this post is about my Sizzix.
I have a new recent obsession. I know you’re all dying with suspense, so I won’t prolong your suffering. My new craft obsession is recovering notebooks. This is a little different from my friend who is making notebooks completely from nothing. I’m convinced she goes out and harvests her own plants so that she can make paper out of them and then dyes them and all that good stuff. Amazing, right? She’ll probably deny it. But you heard it from me, so it’s obviously true. So obvious.
This last weekend was moving weekend for the place where I work. That meant that the week preceding moving was packing week, and this week will be unpacking week. In case you were unaware, packing week and unpacking week means that a lot of things get thrown out because people are constantly discovering things in their desks and work spaces that they either don’t need or have absolutely no idea why they even have such an item in their area. For example, I found a pair of running shoes owned by a mysterious entity unknown to me wedged behind some of my drawers. I have no idea who they belonged to or why they were there.
Aaaaaand…. we’re back in business!!!!
This may be old news to some of you, but I bought a keyboard. Actually, this is really old news as I bought my keyboard months ago. A keyboard! I was so excited, because I hadn’t played the piano (or something similar to it) in a regular way for a long, long, long, long time. And I was really missing it. So I saved up, and bought myself a really nice present! Huzzah! A keyboard!
I really like children. My recent thought (as of five minutes ago) is that maybe instead of getting a dog I should be a foster parent. I used to think that there were enough children in this world that don’t have homes and good parents, so maybe I want to adopt some children to take care of. But my friend pointed out that children are way more work than a dog, and I’d actually have to feed them real food. As opposed to tossing a dog a loaf of bread. I guess she’s right. If I can’t handle having a dog with my schedule right now, I probably wouldn’t be able to handle having children. All by myself. But this post isn’t about me adopting children.