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Etsy find

Kind of falling in love with these Vases.
From Etsy.
I’m imagining these in a spa like setting. Usually day spas have anywhere to 6 to 50 treatment rooms. And with these rooms come a theme. Its usually labeled on each of the doors. Themes more than likely represent herbs and flowers that fall under aromatherapy. Or they could be exotic places: Room Madagasgar, Mediterranean, Tahiti, etc.
Anyways what I noticed with most of the themes, they often times stop right at the door. The actual treatment room is just four walls with no hint of the perceived theme.
So, I’m thinking these would be perfect right outside the door or somewhere in the treatment room. And each vase would have the actual herb or flower inside. The lavender room would have the lavender vase. Rose room, rose vase, and so on. Using actual living flowers or just faux accessories.

Or hell, these would look amazing in my bathroom or anywhere in my home:)

Now mind you these vases are one of those items where if I look long enough at them, I’m thinking “I can so make this myself” I mean its literally just a mason jar on a slab of painted wood. Yeah. But what are the chances that I would actually find the energy to do this myself. Slim.
So in the mean time these will definitely be on my wish list. Love it 🙂

 
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Posted by on December 8, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Venting

I think I’m missing that ‘wild’ friend in the bunch. Used to always have a least one back in the day. Seems as though she’s disappeared. The one that was always into some shit. Yeah she’s dramatic, loud, possibly even a drunk. But hell if you don’t have a damn good time when she’s around. Now my nights or should I say evenings are filled with bowling, pool, or movies. Which I like, because I’m pretty much laid back anyways. But sometimes something is missing. I don’t always like to end my night at 9:30. When you have friends with kids, your night will end at 9:30. When you have friends who aren’t single…same as kids. They need to be home by 9:30. When you have really conservative friends, where their ‘night’ begins at 6pm, it is to be expected that they will be calling it a night at…9:30.
Maybe its because I would like to get crunk at least once every dog gone blue moon. Just saying.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

the vest that saved my life

well maybe I wouldn’t go that far, but ya know

Perhaps I’m going about this all wrong. I wonder if I put as much focus as I am on attempting to create a relationship, into perhaps my goals, hobbies, career, finances, health…Would I have everything I want right now. At this point it seems that I’m letting my life be led by others around me. The last time I actually made a major decision based on solely me was at 21. I moved thousands of miles away because I wanted too. I felt a calling. Not based on someone else. But based on something. My intuition. My path. And everything else basically fell in place. The ‘what’, ‘when’, and ‘how’, came knowingly in my life because I usually had a plan. Although the ‘who’ was a bit of a mystery. I never in a millions years thought I would find myself with T. I never thought my main crew would consist of mainly trans women.(Yep) I never knew I would be in relationship with someone literally twice my age. The ‘who’s’ simply fell into my life naturally yet spontaneously. I didn’t force these people to me. They came in (and out) my life on their own. And the thing is when these ppl did choose to eventually leave I never felt the need to up root myself simply because they weren’t there anymore. I had other things going for me that held me grounded and most importantly, happy.

Basically now instead of making my choices based on the ‘what’, ‘when’, and ‘where’, I’m pretty much chasing the ‘WHO.’

So why did the vest save my life. It was the catalyst that prompted me to my AHA! moment. Two tea cups of rum and oj, a tub of popcorn, a pint of starbucks frappuccino ice cream, a bout of tears, a severe belly ache, a marathon of True Blood, and a 5hr nap, …later, I realize that I’ve been going about this all wrong.

the vest that I bought HER. The Response that she gave me. The awkwardness of the Situation. The now weird Silence. My Disappointment. And Confusion. Leading to a bit of Rebellion. And a dash of Fuck You. My initial idea of ‘Flirting in different area codes’ made me think. Why am I really moving back. Am I letting the ‘who’ make my Choices. Or am I being lead by the ‘what’, ‘when’, and ‘where?’

The Aha! moment?
I now know the answer to that.
Next question, what am I going to do about it?

*this post could also touch on the lines of gift giving and Receiving etiquette. But ill save that for another time

 
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Posted by on December 1, 2011 in coming of age