Let's hear it for the girl...

Argh.

Today is teaching me patience... sort of. Every time I focus in on what I am working on, I get interrupted.  Over and over. I think the universe is telling me to switch tracks and go have fun making a gingerbread house with my nephews. Definitely. Reading that over makes my afternoon plan seem sickeningly Norman Rockwellian. It won't be. I'll be explaining to my 'phews that they can't feed the pups gumdrops, prying them from the ceiling after they eat the gumdrops, and avoiding loaded questions and overcommitments on already allotted time. Still, I'm gonna have a rad time. 

Happy birthday to my Gram. Woot.

Have a great day tomorrow!

(Oh, I put up some new stuff. ch-ch-check it out j2jewelry.etsy.com)

What a difference two months make

Hi peoples. 

I've been rather busy (thanks) with shop stuff this past week. It makes a girl glad that she got canned at the end of September, though I still haven't found a way to explain that delicately. Yesterday I volunteered at a craft and design show for the Virginia Arts Center. Anywhoo, the job topic came up, as it always does, and I'll admit that I handled the whole, "oh, why did you get fired," question rather poorly. At first I grimaced and left it at, "Well, my boss and I were very different types of people," but it soon devolved to, "She just didn't like me." That is an understatement. She loathed me. Everything I did to prove myself a valuable and flexible member of her staff was met with criticism and suspicion. Such is life, I guess. Her loss, though I do miss my coworkers. Hollah ladies- you know who you are. 

But this is a week for Thanks. Would it be tempting Fate to tick off a few of the things I'm grateful for? Here's hoping it isn't:

1. My Gram, who turns 95 this Wednesday

2. My husband who is both grumpy and awesome (but mostly awesome)

3. My dog who sticks her tongue out when she's asleep

4. My family who are rad

5. That I got fired 

6. My five healthy, happy nephews

7. My post office

-and-

8. books.

Have a good holiday, peoples, and try to remember that they love you and mean well. (And if you don't get that last bit, count yourself extremely lucky.)

erm...

So it's odd to me that the most exciting thing I have on my docket is making eleven guitar picks and watching the season premier of Top Chef. Dogs are walked, tea is steeping, table is cleared off... Now I'm just waiting for a distraction. 

I've posted two more acorns! I also have more from the bough series on the way. Oh, and how adorable is this print of a papercut from elsita? www.elsita.etsy.com  Just looking at it makes the Hulk that lurks within want to tear through sheets and sheets of paper. Hulk not good with tiny scissors.  Hulk drink tea now. Hulk bye!

Acorns

I put up a new necklace and have two more slated for tomorrow... whew! 

This one popped into my head while walking with my nephews. Every Sunday, Jonathan and I join my sister and her two boys for a walk on a nearby trail. We had a competition to find the perfect acorn top and Phillip won. I guess being the shortest pays off sometimes. We also decided ('we' being my sister and myself) that Pip is going to be a box of Dunkin' Donuts Munchkins next Halloween. Now that that's been decided... 

Back to the grind. Ta for now...

Whodathunkit?

I am all aglow, peoples. I'm one of those who fall into the cynical optimist category. That being said, I feel incredible today. Last night was beyond my hopes- especially since I live in Virginia. Politics are a sticky subject... one which I've had to avoid for the past three years as my former boss was on the opposite end of the spectrum. (All of you who actually know me realize how edited that statement is).  That aside, I feel hopeful again. This country is returning to the hands of the citizens after eight years of belonging to the privileged few. I know that that seems a simplistic view, but I believe the government should work for its people and answer for its failings. Eight years of free reign and bad policy have ravaged this country, but now there is hope. Such a small word with such importance. 

Yesterday Jonathan and I visited St. John's church. We were driving around after having taken my Gram (who's 95) to vote. We were both loopy from sleep deprivation, but too excited to just go home and crash. Driving through Churchill, we decided to stop at St. John's as Jonathan had never been in. We took the tour (I mentioned I'm old, right?) which was surprisingly good. I learned that Patrick Henry was an incredible ham. He used a letter opener as a stage prop while delivering his catch phrase, "Give me liberty, or give me death." Theatrics aside, the words dug up my sometimes dormant patriotism. Yesterday I cast my vote and exercised my liberty and it mattered. Talk about a resonating moment...

I hope your day is amazing.