Would you like a giant cupcake?...Me too!

I can remember a few times when I was young, when my mom would put me to bed and I would immediately pop up and say, "I'm not sleepy." She would always say the same thing, "just close your eyes for a few minutes and try."

If my mom was here right now, I would let her know that I tried, and failed. Too much is in my head to sleep! It is probably because once again I am back in school, and that means that I have a lot more going through my head these day's, other than who was voted off of The Bachelor. Although to be honest, at the moment I don't think any of the things that I am thinking about are worth losing sleep over. I have my reading done for tomorrows class, I am sure I will not forget to stop by the library on my way home, and of course a giant cupcake sounds amazing...when doesn't it? Oh well, there isn't much I can do about it, I hate warm milk, no way to get to a giant cupcake at the moment, and I only have a few hours left of this torture anyway. Guess I will try and find a rabbit hole online. Sleep tight!

Have you seen my niche?

Recently, Greg and I were discussing buying thrift store furniture and renting a belt sander so that I could paint it whatever color made my boat float. During this conversation I said (rather excitedly) "maybe that is my niche!" Greg laughed, and so did I. You see I will try anything once, maybe even more than once, and have tried many a creative craft searching for my niche. I have yet to find it. Sometimes I lie awake at night just trying to think of something, anything I am good at. By good I mean really good. Don't get me wrong I am not being a downer I am just saying there has to be something that I can do that will make others say "WOW!"

Last night was another night where I lamented the fact that I have still not found my niche. This was brought on because in one of my classes yesterday we had a writing assignment, and the only rule was we had to write for three minutes straight. After the three minutes were up we had to share what we wrote. I am sure that you can tell by this blog that writing is definitely not my niche, and boy did that assignment prove it. These people were artists with their words, my assignment was not even worthy of being read out loud.

I have decided that maybe a niche is like a rainbow, completely elusive and something you are lucky to find. Oh well, I am not giving up I will keep trying things until someone says "WOW!" For the record I still try to reach rainbows.

Pig

"Where's Pig?" is a frequent question in our house. When asked Pico immediately looks around to locate Pig. It isn't long before he is running around with Pig in his mouth. Pico, received Pig when we first brought him home and he was smaller than Pig it has become the fourth member of this family. Where we take Pico, Pig inevitably comes too. I was noticing today just how "loved" Pig is. He currently has no ears, no tail, one missing foot and a split on his back. Greg has mentioned on more than one occasion, that maybe it is time for Pig and Pico to part ways... I would agree except for the fact that we currently have Chicken, Elephant, and Santa all hanging around the apartment with us and none of them come close to being as loved as Pig. I can't do it, until Pico finds a new best friend it is time for me to find a needle and thread and hope that Pig can make it a few more years. Keep your fingers crossed!

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The Tale of a Blue Table

Before moving to our new apartment I went in search of a table. Not just any table I wanted a vintage, preferably blue, table and I wanted it to be unique. I explained this to my annoyed loving husband who said "that is fine, but it can't cost more than $50 and must come with chairs." I am pretty sure that I laughed in his face, but I was determined to find one. I spent weeks searching craigslist and looking for thrift stores that may have what I was looking for. Finally a few day's before the move I decided to look one last time, and then if there was nothing I would give up. This happened to be one of the rare night's when Greg was at home and was actually interested in looking with me. As I started sifting through the piles of useless junk people were getting rid of, and secretly hoping that someones junk contained a blue table Greg made me click on one that I was just going to pass over...there it was a gateleg table that was BLUE...and perfect! I was in love and Greg seemed excited too, there were no chairs but it was perfect! The next day I left my mom the following voicemail: "Hi it is Janet, I am heading to (sellers address) this is where I am headed, it may not be where I end up. If anything happens I love you and thank you for everything. Bye!" (Let me caution you that apparently this is not a message you leave for your mother...she really didn't appreciate it.) I purchased the table and got it loaded into the car thanks to some rope and a towel. When I got it home Greg took one look at the table and asked if I had noticed that it was rather short? Not me, maybe this is because I am short but I thought it looked perfect! We measured it and yes, it is on the shorter side as tables go however, I was able to find several places with chairs that will fit under it whenever we have the finances to purchase them. Greg learned a valuable lesson that day: never send the short person to pick out furniture. Without further ado I present our perfectly blue table!

Conversation's With Myself...

Lately I have been doing a lot of contemplating. These contemplations often times turn into a sort of conversation with myself. There is the rational logical Janet and then there is the emotionally charged Janet. Here is one of my most recent contemplations, in which Greg and I realize that the only furniture that is going to successfully move with us is our bed, one Ikea chair, and a $25 bookcase. Yup, everything else was set next to the trash cans for a Freegan holiday. It is a long story but basically our large bookcase and our entertainment center were unable to fit in the truck and were starting to fall apart after we got them out to the truck.

Emotional Janet: Why can't we ever catch a break?!
Rational Janet: Maybe your break was getting to live on the beach for two years, just be thankful!
Emotional Janet: I hate people with money.
Rational Janet: Just get through school and then you will be able to afford more.
Emotional Janet: Good news is now I can pick out some really fun furniture for the new apartment.
Rational Janet: Not this month...or maybe even next.
Emotional Janet: I hate people with money.

Yes, those are the contemplations/conversations I have been having lately. Except for at night when I release the full potential of the emotional Janet and picture bright red end tables, maybe a kitchen hutch, canary yellow plates, and anything in Robbin's egg blue. Thank goodness when I wake up there is rational Janet saying time to go for a run and hang some pictures on these white walls, and no you may not go shopping.


Today is Groundhog Day maybe I should have shared that conversation/contemplation instead...

PS: I promise I am not crazy just sleep deprived and a little stressed.
PSS: Pictures of the new place to come soon...