Too Much To Do

Do you ever get that feeling that all of sudden you are overwhelmed? Well, I'm there.

I woke up today Friday morning afternoon feeling a bit better. After being sick for forever four days I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or reality. My sinus are still acting up which isn't helping my sore throat or chest congestion at all. Speaking of that, what is about being sick that cause men to be pussies piles of tissue paper to pile up all over the place? Ugh.

As I was in the kitchen today, I realized the trash needed to be taken out, dishes needed to be cleaned, clothes still need to be washed, the refrigerator needs to be cleaned out...you get the point. Speaking of that, did I mention they finally fixed our washing machine while I was sick this week?

Our lease is up two months from Monday. We've hit a major road block in our search for a house, which I will get into in a later post. Needless to say, I'm even more stressed out about all of it. Speaking of that, why the fuck are there so many fraudulent spam ads in the housing sections of Craigslist?

We mainly, NYEBoy, have been busy putting the finishing touches of my 'big idea'. Sometimes working with your SO can be a bit stressful especially when he constantly reminds you he knows everything about everything and you know nothing about anything. Speaking about that, why is it so hard to find decent people to do web design?

Working from home has it's pros and cons. I just feel like I'm swimming in a sea of shit inventory. I'll post more about this later next week. Speaking of that, why do some buyers ask stupid ass questions?

I just feel like I have a lot on my plate right now. I know I should take things one bite at a time, but sometimes it's hard not to focus on the entire plate. Speaking of that, why is there too much to do, but not enough time?

Bed Rest

If you've been following me on Twitter, you know I've been bed ridden since Monday night. After going through about eight hours of stomach issues, I finally threw up a few times. A few hours after throwing up, I realized my throat was sore. I thought it was from throwing up, but I soon realized I was getting the same cold as NYEBoy and KristinMcD.

My fever kept bouncing between 99-102+. I was still weak and dehydrated. I was/am having a hard time getting more than an hour of sleep at a time or staying up more than an hour, too. I started antibiotics and a sinus med, but it still took until my 3rd dose got into my body before I could get out of bed for longer than a few minutes. My throat is raw and very sore. My voice cracks at every other word. I've stayed in bed all day today, hoping by tomorrow I'll have enough energy to sit in my office again.

On top of feeling like shit, I've had an abnormal amount of sales to pack and ship. I'm not complaining about the money, but fuck it's tough running an online business when you're sick and you're your own boss. Luckily, I got all the packages shipped on time and caught up on the emails today. NYEBoy has also finished about 90% of my "big idea" while I was sick. He's been really anxious for me to take care of my side of things, but again, it's hard to do when you're sick. I was able to work on that today, though. I just need to make a final decision before we can move forward. I can't wait to share the news with y'all!

I'm feeling a lot better today, thankfully. My fever finally broke this morning. I'm not nearly as weak or dehydrated as I was. If I can get this raw throat of mine to chill out and get better, I would be a million bucks! I plan on spending the rest of the night in bed with my laptop catching up on ICLW.

Possible Food Poison

Yesterday evening, I tweeted that I had bought a watermelon and was going to consume the whole thing if someone didn't stop me. I was kidding, sort of. I ate three bowls in the span of about three hours.

Around 11 pm, my stomach starting hurting. I started having diarrhea. Over the course of about an hour, it continually began getting worse. My stomach would contract, I would have to run to the bathroom, praying along the way that I would make it there in time. Around 1 am, I decided to try to get some sleep. I was really tired and thought if I was asleep, I wouldn't have to run to the bathroom. I was wrong. I was still up every minute or two, sometimes if I was lucky I got a ten minute break.

This continued to go on for hours. I thought I was going to die around 2-3am. I was getting weak. There was no let up. There were knots in my abdomen that were painful to touch, but even more painful to ignore. Around 5 am I started throwing up. I threw up three times. I checked my fever because I was feeling hot. After having diarrhea for over six hours, I was now vomiting and running a fever.

I made NYEBoy run to the store to get me some Sprite and bread for toast. I called my aunt's (the nurse) house and they told me to go to the ER. I decided to weigh myself, if I had lost 5 lbs, I would go. Otherwise, I would try to sweat it out until the family physician office opened up in a few hours. I had only lost about 4lbs. I thought by throwing up, I would feel better because there seriously couldn't be a drop of watermelon left in me at that point.

I slept off and on for the next few hours. Waking up to my mother calling to check on me. She's really concerned about dehydration at this point. I drank about 10 oz of sprite and kept a piece of toast down around 8 this morning.

It's now a little bit after noon and I just woke up again. I've got to get some shipping labels printed off and then I'll probably try to lay down again. I know I'm dehydrated though, because my normally big bright blue veins are small and almost hardly noticeable.

I guess I should say, the reason I think I may have been food poisoned by the watermelon is because it was very dirty when I bought it, but instead of properly cleaning it like a dumbass, I just wiped it down with a damp towel I had been using to clean the kitchen sink area. I thought I would would transfer something from the sink to the rind, so that's why I didn't put it in the sink to wash off the dirt. I was too lazy to walk to the closet to get another wash rag. I figured since I had just got that one, it couldn't be too bad. Wrong. I am stupid. Plus, my stomach didn't stop hurting until damn near every bite of watermelon was out of me, one way or another. Again, I am stupid.

Note to the wise: clean the fucking watermelon the proper way, even if it means you have to clean your sink and counters first.

There's my public service announcement for the day, week, month, year lifetime.

Memorial Day 09

Today is Memorial Day. I would like to take some time to remember the men and women who have lost their lives while fighting for our freedom. I would like to thank all of the men and women who have or are fighting for our freedom as well.

While I was watching CNN, I noticed they were showing this new Google Earth Map called Map the Fallen. It maps the fallen service members from the Iraq/Afghanistan war.



I was even able to find Luke. Remember him?



Check it out. It's very sad, but very interesting, too. You can even sign their guest books.

I hope you are all having a good Memorial Day, but let's not forget what today is about.

Show & Tell - Wii Active

Today for Show & Tell I am sharing with you all my new toy.



I started my 30 day challenge on Tuesday. It's defiantly a better work out than Wii Fit. If you have a Wii (What? You don't have one? GET ONE!) this is defiantly a game to get.

Did anyone else get Wii Active this week?

If you want to keep up with my Wii workouts you can check out my get fit using the Wii blog.

Don't forget to see what the rest of the class is sharing.

It's Time To Grow Up

If you've been reading this blog since A was born, you know how the relationship between Thugboy and I has been everything but smooth. Actually, it started before she was born, but I digress.

My Mom called me yesterday to tell me Thugboy doesn't want A coming down here next month. I cried a bit, like I always do. She called me back a few hours later to tell me he had changed his mind and she could come back down again. I hate how he uses her like a fucking yo-yo to dangle in front of us.

My Dad called me today to tell me that my sister was getting tired of Thugboy. She was telling him she didn't want A growing up thinking a man can run a woman like her father does her mother. Maybe she is starting to see the light.

My dad has offered to help her just as much as my uncle has. I think it would be a good thing if she decided to take either one of them up on the offer to go to school. I told my dad I could keep A until things get situated with my sister if she wanted. I told him to have her call me next time she comes over.

I hope and pray my sister wakes up. I'm tired of Thugboy using A as a pawn. As long as A is there, he will continue to use her as an excuse to not get a job. It's time for my sister to do what's best for herself and for A. She'll be three next month, it's not too late for either one of them.

Bad Words

We decided to go see Terminator this afternoon after we ate lunch. On the way the way to the movies, I decided to stop by the leasing company again. Today the agitator was suppose to be delivered, but no one had called us yet. NYEBoy decided to sit this trip out, fear of me using bad words. As I walked in bitch Kim gave me a nervous smile. I asked her what was going on with the washing machine. She gave me that fake "Oh, is it still broken?" line. Yes, bitch it still is.

She got on the phone to find out what was going on with the part. The guy told her it would be delivered at 3:30. She told me she would call me then. We arrived home with a note own our laundry room door. "Part is on back order. Here's the key to #2" Really? *bangs head on wall* I have so much laundry, it's turned into a fucking rainbow.



Speaking of bad words, here's a conversation between A and I tonight. (over the phone)

A: You know what?
Me: What's that?
A: Shut up is a bad word.
Me: Yeah, it is.
A: But, it's not THAT bad. You know?
Me: *laughing* Yeah, I guess.
A: I know other badder words.
Me: I'm sure you do kiddo, I'm sure you do.

I left it at that. Last thing I need is her rattling off bitch, fuck, and shit badder words in front of Grandma.

I Call Her A Bitch

That's not her name, that's not her name. Her name is Kim. I prefer to call her a bitch. Even if that's not her name.

First of all, that wouldn't make any sense unless you've heard The Ting Tings, That's Not My Name. Now that you've heard the song it makes more sense, huh?

When I opened the door to go to dinner yesterday afternoon, a note fell to the floor. I noticed the logo as the paper briefly flapped open on it's descent to the concrete below. It was a note from the leasing company. Oh Joy!

If you've been following me on Twitter, which I'm sure you have been. What? You're not? Oh come on! All the cool kids are! You're missing out on some cool shit. I was called a failure by a stalker loser. He said everything I've ever tweeted was RUDE and ARROGANT. Hellloooo.. why wouldn't you want to follow me? Any ways, enough about him, more about me. I've been fighting with our leasing company about getting someone out here to fix it. I thought the note would be about how they were sorry they were taking so long, but it would be fixed soon. It wasn't.

The note said they would be by today to check out the property since they were taking over the lease. Fucking great! I have shit inventory spread all over the second floor! Over flowing bins, piles in chairs, clothes on racks, all on tables, E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E! I was too tired to clean up after dinner because I was a bit sore.

I woke up this morning cussing out every one and every thing that would (or not) listen to me. This is bullshit! Less than 24 hours notice? She can totally suck my dick! (I know I don't have one, but if I did...!) I'm not going to burst my ass cleaning this place for unwanted visitors who won't even fix my washing machine!

After double checking the leasing agreement, we realized we were in violation. I'm not on the lease. NYEBoy thought it would be best if we went down there to add me to it. I thought otherwise but I mumbled under my breath the whole drive there kept my thoughts to myself. Once we arrived NYEBoy told them why we were there. When NYEBoy told her our address, another lady popped up.

I knew exactly who she was. She didn't even have to say her name. Her name was Kim, our property manager. She's the bitch not returning my phone calls. She's the bitch in between me and my 2-5 ft piles of dirty laundry. I could tell she knew who I was, too. NYEBoy was scared. He wasn't sure if I was going to go batshit crazy on the lady or not. I kept my cool. I was very frank.

I promise this much, if my washing machine is not fixed by Friday (the part is due in then) and my neighbors don't start picking up their dog shit, I'm GOING to go further than batshit crazy. We pay our monthly note for fuck sake. We have rights too. I'm tired of getting pissed on and someone telling me it's rain. GO FUCK YOURSELF LADY!

Oh, we also found out some bad news this morning. I can't blog about it yet, but it really put a heavier stress load onto us right now. I'll blog about it when things are a bit more clear. Until then, if you hear loud noises, that's just me slamming down my shots of tequila on the table. Anyone want to join me?

Active

Do you remember this post? I did great for about three weeks. Then, I had a cycle and lost my motivation. I wasn't losing weight as fast as I wanted. So, like the baby that I am, I said fuck it. If I'm not going to get any results from all this hard work that I put in every day, I wasn't going to do it any more. I was going to live fat and happy.

Except there's just one thing, I don't have any clothes that fit any more. I refuse to buy bigger clothes. Since I work from home, I wear pajama bottoms and tank tops during the day. If I have to go some where I wear the same black pants paired with one of six shirts I own. None of my shirts are tight, they all flow. Picture a tablecloth with a neck hole.

I met a blog reader the other morning for breakfast. It was great. She was adorable and sweet. Her daughter is precious. She listened to me ramble talk for almost three hours! I could totally see us hanging out again. Except, she's seen my only pair of pants and one of my six shirts. I know after the second or third date time we hang out she'll think I'm poor and have no clothes. Little does she know, I'm just fat and unhappy in my own skin.

While we were at the mall the other day, we decided to run into the game store for NYEBoy. I noticed a sign that said they were talking reservations for the new Wii fitness game, Active. Ah, ha! I begged asked NYEBoy to get the game for me. We paid for the reservation and had to wait a whole week!

And today my friends, my journey begins again. I've got to start losing weight so I can fit into my clothes again. I really want need to hang out with some cool people.

The C Word

My mom called me yesterday. She said she had something to tell me. My Aunt has can.cer again. She just celebrated her 15 years of being can.cer free from a battle with bre.ast can.cer. She's only 41. She has rec.tal cancer now.

She's devastated. Her husband lost his job at Christmas time and hasn't found a job yet. She quit her job last year to start working for herself and has been doing very well with that. Now she's going to have to outsource the work to take this battle by the horns. She's upset because she doesn't want to have to face a colos.tomy bag at 41. Who can blame her? After she has surgery in the next two weeks, we'll know more.

Please pray for my family. Pray for my Aunt K to beat this battle. Pray for my Grandma to give her the strength to not let the stress wear on her heart. Pray for my family to give us the the strength we need to stay strong enough to weather this battle.

Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you.

Show & Tell - Chuck E. Cheese

This was our trip to Chuck E. Cheese back in March when we visited my aunt and uncle in 0rlando. A is going to tell you all about it.

Chuck E. I need to tell you somethings. My aunt has a blog. She blogs about everything. She also has her camera with her today. When she calls your name, and she will, just look up and give a fake smile. Okay? Okay.

You're going to blog about this aren't you? Can't a girl eat around here without getting snapped? Ughh...

MMmmm.. I'm going to ignore you. I'm busy eating.

I'm smiling on the outside, but if you only knew what I was telling you on the inside!

I know Chuck E. Cheese is for the games, but I prefer the rides. Can't you tell?

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? YOU WANT ME TO SMILE? CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!

Yes. I'm having a great time. Could you leave me alone already?

Okay. I'm over you and your camera. Let's go play games.

This is boring. Let's go find something better.

Now this looks cool. I just need to get my aim right so I can get me some tickets!

Swooosh!!!!!!!

The balls kept coming back, but we managed to get a few in to get me some tickets! It was fun. I defiantly want to go again, but next time I'm leaving my aunt at home.

Thanks for stopping by. Don't forget to go see what the rest of the class is sharing!

Four

Nothing has gone like it should since we moved here. Nothing.

The agitator in our washing machine broke and now I can't wash clothes without standing there holding it down while the friction burns my hand. I can't stand that long because of my back and considering I need my hands to tweet all day, I had to call to get it fixed. The leasing company said they would send someone out to fix it for us, but called back later to tell us the lease had been sold. They told us to call the new company.

Do you know how many times our lease has been sold since we moved here? 1, 2, 3, FOUR times! Four times in 9 months. Are you fucking kidding me?

The new company said they would send something out. No one came yesterday. No one came this morning. I finally called the lady at 2:30 to inform her that we hadn't showered in days because we have no clean towels or clothes. And we will walk there. Up Hills. Both Ways! She called me back two hours later. From the tone of her voice, I could tell she forgot to call someone. Thanks bitch lady.

There was finally a knock on the door at 5:15. He said, "I'm here for fix your washing machine, but first let me fix your door." Dude! He NOTICED the very loose, damn near hanging off, doorknob! I walked him over to the washing machine and handed him the agitator. "Oh, yes, it is broken." he tells me, as if I called him all the way out here to fix the door for nothing. He said he would have to come back tomorrow because all of the stores were closed since it was after 5pm. NO FUCKING SHIT! After talking a few minutes, I brought up our ice maker. Guess what? He said he's going to fix that, too! SCORE!

He can promise me the world, but nothing matters if I don't have my washing machine back!

Where Did You Go, Aunt Flo?

Since I started charting almost five years ago, I've only had 34 cycles. I've never been a 28 day cycle type of girl. Let's face it, I just don't have that type of body.


2004
Jul 01 - 43 . Aug 13 - 35 . Sep 17 - 35
Oct 22 - 36 . Nov 27 - 37

2005
Jan 03 - 38 . Feb 10 - 37 . Mar 19 - 33
Apr 21 - 34 . May 25 - 38 . Jul 02 - 37
Aug 08 - 41 . Sep 18 - 117

2006
Jan 13 - 39 . Feb 21 - 117 . Jun 18 - 41
Jul 29 - 44 . Sep 11 - 49 . Oct 30 - 52 . Dec 21 - 43

2007
Feb 02 - 57 . Mar 31 - 66 . Jun 05 - 52
Jul 27 - 78 . Oct 13 - 36 . Nov 18 - 44

2008
Jan 01 - 84 . Mar 25 - 40 . May 04 - 32
Jun 05 - 41 . Jul 16 - 32 . Aug 17 - 54
Oct 10 - 33 . Nov 12 - 77

2009
Jan 28 - 107 days and counting.

If you take a look at my cycle lengths from when I started TTC, you will notice the first year or so, the cycles were fairly consistent ranging between the upper 30's and low 40's. That was my normal. Then, the second year I had two 117 day cycles. Every since then, I've been bouncing around between 30-something and 70-something days.

Now, I'm back to over 100 days and no sign of the bitch. Every once in awhile I'll notice a twinge in my abdomen or breast, or I'll catch myself being extra bitchy, but other than that I don't have nary a sign of an impending cycle.

This sucks. PCOS sucks. If I'm not going to have cycles, I should at least be able to be pregnant. Otherwise I feel like I'm wasting the 20 boxes of tampons I bought on sale two years ago. I guess if my ovaries are going to fail I might as well pick up a new hobby.

A's Coming Back! A's Coming Back!

My Uncle (in 0rlando) and his family are going on vacation June 22nd. My Aunt, Grandma, and her Sister* are coming to house sit for them. I won't even discuss how annoyed I am that we are four hours away and they didn't ask us! Maybe they thought we wouldn't be interested. Sniff. NYEBoy and I are going to go down there for a few days to visit with them while they are there.

The plan appears to be that A will come down with them and go home with us. My Mother and Grandmother are coming back to 0rlando in July for a week. I will bring A back to 0rlando when they come to town. This way she gets to spend a month or so with us before we move. I would keep her here longer, but I can't have her underfoot during the move.

Provided nothing else comes up between now and then, this is the plan. NYEBoy and I will have the next month or so to ourselves before my love child comes back. I can't wait until she gets here. I'm dying to go to the water park that is just over an hour away. Can you believe the next time I see her she will be THREE**? How is that possible?

*A blog post about her will be forth coming this summer.
**June 16th. Sigh.

Show & Tell - My Mother

A few weeks ago I showed you all my Mom's birthday cake I made for her 50th birthday. At first, I wasn't going to share anything for Mother's Day because we have such a rough relationship. However, I decided to send her a long email basically telling her no one knows how long we are going to be on this earth, but that she can't live the next 50 years feeling so negative about life as she has the first 50. Nothing says Happy Mother's Day like your daughter sending you an email telling you to get therapy and an anti-depressant.

My mother had something wrong with her thyroid a few years ago and now her eyes bulged a bit. I've been trying to get a family picture of all of us for years, but she won't because of her eyes. Here is one of the very few pictures of my mother I have that is semi-recent. It was taken in the summer of 2006. I think A was around two months old.




I love my Mom. This is only her second Mother's Day without all of her children. I'm in Florida again this year. My brother is in Utah. My sister is back in Mem.phis, though. I hope she has a good day today.

I hope you have a great Mother's Day, too.

I haven't decided how to spend mine. I want to wallow in self pity, but I have no one to comfort me. NYEBoy doesn't exactly understand how raw the emotions can be when it comes to infertility. So, I may as well ignore the pain.

Don't forget to go see what the rest of the class is sharing.

A Year Ago

A year ago we came down to Talla.hassee for the first time. I remember being exhausted from working all day, then having to drive down here. Once we got here, we got lost trying to find the hotel. NYEBoy was going to meet some people from the department and we would also be house hunting. I spent most of my time in the hotel while he was at school. I had no interest in being his arm candy* when I knew big words would be flying from people's lips**.

Our visit was short, but what a difference a year makes, or does it? I still don't know anyone*** else here and we're house hunting, again. I do now know that there are only about six major streets and they all are inside of a big circle, so if I get lost, I'll eventually get back to my starting point. I'm also not working as hard as I could now. Thanks Honey!

I still don't like Talla.hassee any more than I do from the first visit. It doesn't feel like home, really. I miss Mem.phis. Actually, I just miss being close to my friends and family. It sucks knowing we probably will never get back to Mem.phis because once he gets his PhD, we have no idea where we will end up. I hope he knows how lucky he is that I am here. Yes, I know how lucky I am to have him, but for fuck sake, I left everything for him.

*I'm so full of myself, aren't I?
**Not about me, about their studies, silly. I can only think of one big word to describe me, which is fuckilicious. (I told you I was full of myself!)
***I totally was suppose to meet her yesterday, but I overslept. When I woke up NYEBoy had taken the car to go see a movie because he forgot about my plans. Fuck! I hope she doesn't hate me.

House Hunting

Our lease is up August 1st. When we moved here, we weren't familiar with the area and didn't want to buy a house in the wrong neighborhood. Now that he's free from school and we're near the end of our lease from the leasing company from hell, we're house hunting.

We're on the look out for a four, possibly three if there's a garage, bedroom house. In a good neighborhood, away from all the undergrads, because we're old like that. The house must not need any major repairs. I would like a decent size kitchen and backyard. Other than that, we're not too picky.

We've gone to look at several neighborhoods and even decided on a Realtor. It kind of exciting. NYEBoy and I will usually go eat lunch first. After we eat, we stop by a gas station to get us each a drink. After that, we drive, drive some more, and drive a bit more. I'm surprised we haven't been pulled over for creeping along these nice neighborhoods, but so far, so good.

We've only been inside one house so far. It was cute and doable, but we still want to look around. The house was located next to the local weatherman and a few doors down from our Realtor, go fig.

The biggest speed bump in the whole search is that NYEBoy's dad is buying the house. Sounds great, right? Well, he's out of the country and we have to have this all done by August 1st. The pressure is on and it's a bit nerve wracking to say the least.

I'm not looking forward to packing and unpacking for the third time in three years, but I am so fucking ready to have a real house again. I want a backyard big enough for a garden and swing set for A. I want both of us to be able to have an office. I want to stop living out of boxes, because we have to move again in a year. I want to have a guest room for visitors. I'm ready to paint and decorate. I wouldn't even mind a bbq grill.

I'm ready to play house.

Busy Summer

NYEBoy has officially made it through his first year at grad school. We don't have to deal with books or teachers dirty looks until the end of August. Thank God! Now, if we can do this about five more times and survive, I'll be happy. Actually, my vacant uterus would be happy.

Before we can get to August, we have a lot of things to do. We have to move. We have to find a house. We need to go get A. My family is coming to visit my uncle in 0rlando in July. I've got to announce some big news soon. No, I'm not pregnant. I wouldn't hide that from you! I also need to try to plan a girls blog get-together weekend. I also need to get some work done.

Are you looking forward to summer? Any big plans?

An Offer

I was talking to my mom on the phone. She was telling me about my uncle from 0lrando visiting over the weekend. She said he made an offer to my mom, that if K left Thugboy, they (K and A) could move down there with him.

This uncle is very well off. He's helped my brother out several times. Even when my brother packs up and leaves again. They have two boys, a teenager and early 20-something-er. My aunt works a few days a week as a babysitter, but otherwise stays at home. They have the money and the means. I think it would be a wonderful thing for K.

Did you notice I said K and not them? Yeah, I'm an asshole like that. I don't want A going down there. I'm not even talking about my biggest fear of her drowning in their unfenced pool. They have always wanted a daughter, but didn't want to keep trying and end up with a bunch of boys. I wonder partly if they would have K live there to gain some leverage to try to take A away from her saying she's an unfit mother. Then, they could have the daughter they always dreamed of.

If A goes any where, I selfishly want her coming here. I've fought too long, spent too much, and cried too often to have her living with someone other than me if she's not with her parents. Am I so horrible for having these feelings?

There is nothing even really being discussed at this point. It's all just an unlikely option. My sister is wrapped so tightly around Thugboy she can't even shit for herself, much less make a responsible decision about her future. So, I don't know why I am so worked up about it, but I a bit annoyed at the possibility option.

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!

Okay, maybe there isn't a chicken dinner for you, but at least some you won something!

Sunday's two winners are KristenCMcD and Conceive This!.
Monday's winner is Dramalish.
Tuesday's winner is GeekByMarriage.
Wednesday's winner is CysterACT.
Saturday's three winners are Beautiful Mess, The Happy Hours, and My So Called Life.

Congrats to those who won! E-mail me your mailing address and let me know "who" you are. I'm going to try to get these out before Mother's day. If I don't, I'm sorry!

If you didn't win, don't worry. I'll do this again soon. It was fun.

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A few of us were talking about having a weekend beach getaway in July. If you might be interested in joining us, let me know. I would love to meet you face-to-face.

Lame-o

That's me, Mrs. Lame-O! My creative bone is currently wedged between a weekend goal of getting a lot of work done and a hard place. Today is the last day of NIAW. So, unfortunately, I'm going to have to do a surprise give away for the last three days. I won't have time until Monday to figure out what those three things are, but rest assured, it will be something made by yours truly. Not sure if that's a good or a bad thing for you, but it is what it is!


You will have two chances to win one of three items!

1. Leave a comment on this post.
2. Follow me on Twitter. Leave another comment comment you have added me. If you are already following me, just do the same.

This giveaway is open to anyone in the world. Comments must be left by 11:59 pm EST on Sunday 5/3. Winners will be announced on May 4th.

This is your last chance to win something in honor of NIAW!