festive.

This holiday season, Walmart Neighborhood Market, is selling poinsettias for $3.50! I snagged one, of course, and had it sitting the bar in my apartment in it's original packaging for a week or so. I got tired of looking at the dark green shiny plastic protecting the base. I wanted something more festive to adorn the bottom of this seasonal plant.

Outside on my porch, I had two dead and dying green and pink Colocasia, or Elephant-ears, potted in your standard clay pots. Seeing as how those plants are particular to the autumn season, I de-rooted one of them, and got to work on my soon to be festive pot!

First I painted the pot red and let it set for about 2 hours

I took painters tape and applied it to the pot.

I let the paint set for an hour, stripped the tape away, and voila!

I went ahead and painted the water catcher base gold because I felt like there needed to be more gold than red considering the poinsettia is red itself. Too much red can be over-bearing.

It really adds something to the decorations in my apt. Nothing quite like a living, breathing plant to spruce up your home at any time of the year!

happy holidays.

 

Our First Christmas

:)

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Certain people are cynical. I try to not let it get me down. It really irritates me though when they have no idea what they're talking about. I suppose that is the way of the world.

words.

I feel very lucky to have the close group of friends that I do. Almost spoiled. Around them I can be myself and my sense of humor is understood (for the most part) and no one seems to look at me funny. Well, almost no one. However, when I emerge myself into the world outside of the four walls that I call my cozy, understated home, I realize how very self-centered every one is around me. It is incredibly corrupt and violently foreign to me. Emotionally, I vomit.

Don't get me wrong. It's almost entirely impossible to surround myself with a small amount of people and not one of them be remotely self-centered. I just don't find myself interrupted constantly when my thought goes dismissed. My ideas aren't taken for granted or altogether deemed elementary. I am given a chance with my friends. A chance that they really don't have to give me but they do. I am grateful.

Everyone seems to have lost the utter concept of decency. I see THE game competition played out around me 24/7 (when I do choose to shake hands with society) of who can talk loudest, play hardest, spend highest, and pretty much be the 'best' they can be. And what is best? If it is recognition by the elite's of the world to that I say PISHPOSH.

I seem to have found myself off track! I set out to talk about a feeling I have been having lately. This feeling is what some seem to call forgotten or neglect. I call it avoidance. A certain someone I have always given my heart to, at no cost really, has managed to be very absent from my life as of these past few months following my matrimony. Blamed on a busy schedule and various happenings causing determent from prior engagements set up by we, I certainly feel let down and am left holding a burning cup of coffee in that void once inhabited by my first other half.

Yes, my first other half. Quite the peas in a lovely pod. It was such a sight. Now, with no where to be found and very hard to get ahold of, I suspect certain actions are being carried out by O.H. that I do not think will be found in my favor. Avoidance.

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I detest the fact that I care. I find myself at a loss these days on how to deal with the people I hold very, very dear to my heart. I used to pride myself in always finding the right words in the most dire of situations. But I can't find words for separation and neglect. They are already heavily empty words that hurt.

It is the simplest of things in the world for a compassionate person, such as myself, to care on any basic level for the well-being of anyone. Especially someone you have come to know and love. It is a very delicate thing to turn that care into love and it is a very complicated thing to feel confused when they take that care and drown it in absolute selfishness.

I am at a loss. I feel silly and tired.
Maybe one day she'll get it right.

autumn blessings.

I thought I would share what I get to look at outside my apartment window and what I get to park under every day!

 

How lovely!

Happy Thanksgiving

have a heart.

Something disturbing happened to me yesterday. My grandmother just recently signed up for Facebook. I wrote on her wall telling her that I was glad she had signed up and that I missed and loved her. She responded to it by saying she was 84 years old and was unsure as to who I was.

????????

Sure, I got married in August and now my last name differs from my maiden but she only has ONE grand-daughter named Laura! Let alone great grand-daughter's which she now has several and may I add almost all of them out of wedlock? You might be asking yourself if she's senile? No. Alzheimer's? Not a chance.

You see there is some very petty family feuding going on right now and in an effort to stick it to my dad, her own son (who never did or has done anything to hurt her emotionally), she's being completely rude to me and I didn't do anything!

Ladies and gentlemen, this is my (extended) family. Gee aren't I lucky??

Why do people have to start being assholes around Thanksgiving? I think this a life mystery no one will ever solve.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, I am a bonefide wife which means, somehow, I've developed cooking (mad) skillz. I'm bringing this yummy sounding cod salad, rolls, and lemon cookies that are the bomb. The whole family loves them. Hopefully it will be stress free-ish.

Listen to Sleigh Bells. This band is the tits.

thanks.

Lately, I've been having these dreams that aren't very welcome. They vanish the minute I wake up but I am left with that grey feeling afterwards. Like the feeling you get when you've just gotten some terrible information that doesn't directly affect you, more like your best friend, but you can't help but feel bad. Yeah, kind of like that. It's like my brain has been bombarded with un-pleasantries which will just get filed away into the parts of my cerebral cortex labeled 'bizarre.'

I wish I could remember them.

Anyway, the month of November is scootin' along. Not as cold as I would like it to be but there is absolutely nothing I can do about that. I could stop buying winter clothes because I never need them. Like today! I went to the store and I was wearing jeans and sky blue tee. If I had worn a sweater or a cardi I would have looked ridiculous. Speaking of November, I made my very own 'thanks' jar! It was an idea I got from a blog that I frequent and you should too, younghouselove, who got it from another blog. So, yesterday I went out to the thrift store to see if I could even find a jar cute enough worthy of the idea. I found one and bought it without inspecting it thoroughly. Upon getting into my car and looking at the jar again, I noticed that it had some cuts inside of it on the bottom. I guess the previous owner kept something sharp in there! However, it had a cute lid which is why I bought it in the first place. Onward to the second thrift store I went and found another. This time I definitely took a moment to check the inside and it was, indeed, without scrapes! Then I just took the top from the first and the base from the second, put them together and voila! I had my jar. Thrifter's tip: Please inspect your finds. You never know what might be wrong with it! I'm such a 'fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants' buyer that I get so excited over my find(s) that I don't do a quick once over. Always double check!

Ok, so, then I went over to hobby lobby for the supplies. I came home and put it all together to reveal....


The little yellow bowl next to it was something I already had (from GoodWill, mind you. I think it was 50 cents?) that holds the pieces of scrapbook paper I cut out for what we are to write on. Everyday up to November 30, we are going to write one thing we are thankful for and read them out-loud to each other. I'm excited to make this our little thanksgiving tradition!

Scooters

My dad got in a scootering accident this evening. My oldest brother was on the back and hopped off just in time but my dad took the fall and the scooter crashed down on him. He suffers some pretty heinous road rash and a broken clavicle. It really shook me up especially when I found out he wasn't wearing a helmut. I keep crying. I can't live without my dad right now. I really need him to be the rock in my life because I am hurting right now and healing. Slowly, but eventually I'll get there. I'm so thankful to God that he's in the condition he is and not worse! Luckily, all of my siblings are in town this weekend and easily found. We all touched my dad and prayed with him for his body and I totally felt the Holy Spirit's energy channeling through my body to my dad's. It was an awesome experience. Humbling.

This puts life in a new perspective.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel.