NEW NEW NEW! Weekend filled with new things!

This weekend I:

Tried goat cheese and LOVED IT.
(Seriously, where has this been my whole life?!)

Went to my first Farmer's Market.
(Holy wow, excited to use the salad dressing I bought)

Watched my effing adorable niece tackle the stairs at lightning speeds.

(And then turn around and pose for the camera. This kid makes me melt, especially when she was crawling up the stairs with her sippy in her teeth. She had to stop for a drink break at the top with her cheerleaders :)

Tried to watch a Joss Stone concert without paying.
(We finally gave up and left because it was freezing and sitting in an alfalfa field wasn't good for James' allergies)


Had a heart attack just by LOOKING at pastries.
(Seriously people, you need to try Gourmandise if you haven't!   I think I could literally eat myself to death in there)

Was nearly licked to death.

(Do not try to wrestle a 140 lb. doggy drool machine. You will lose.  I think I still smell like dog spit.  Seriously the cutest beast ever though :) 

(Photo stolen from Dave)

Spent time with friends.
(I heart my SLC buddies and am kinda super jealous that they live in such a great town)

Whole Foods.
(Um, super cool neat thing #792 we don't have in Brigham City.....)

Quality time with my genetic BFF

(Attacking dessert at the Wild Grape)

Bargain Shopped.
(Found my favorite cami's at the GAP Outlet on clearance for $3.99.   
SO exciting!)


Not-So Bargain Shopped.
(Bought a pair of shoes. Or two)

Watched my boyfriend accomplish something amazing.
(Manny ran in the Wasatch Back RAGNAR Relay on a 12-person team from Logan to Park City (188 miles). He was so proud, and it was so cute... even though he was sleep deprived, delirious and couldn't walk.)


Made Father's Day lunch with my brother.
(Portabello and Goat Cheese Sandwiches on Ciabatta.... OMG Did I mention that I'm totally IN LOVE with goat cheese?!)


This weekend was non-stop.  I'm tired!

She's pretty much creating a league of highly fashionable blonde wigged zombies with great dance moves.

I have a dance club in my brain.   A dance club that only plays Lady Gaga hits.
I wake up in the night to pee, and immediately my head is screaming
RA RA RA AH AAAAH! RUM AH  RUM AH A AAAH! GAGA OOOH LA LA!
Which THEN makes my claw hands come up and THEN I don't go back to sleep.

People, this tells me that Lady Gaga is a fucking genius.
She's insanely brilliant and I hate her for this.
Her crazy assed catchy lyrics are in my brain 24/7.

Let's all take a minute from trying to decide if she has a penis, and ponder if she's totally brainwashing us. Has anyone played this shit backwards?

From now on, everytime I cry about this, I want someone to punch me in the face. Hard.

I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a good friend.
What qualifies people to be friends?
How should you treat someone for them to consider you a friend?
I personally think it takes effort on both sides.

In the last year, I feel like I've done a lot of growing as a friend.
I've realized who is important to me, and who isn't.
Who takes the time to be a good friend, and who doesn't.

I'm slowly learning that life is too short to waste energy on people that don't deserve it and certainly haven't earned it.
I'm so tired of expending emotion on people that have hurt me.

I guess what I'm saying, is that I'm a badass friend,
and those of you that know, know.  


I'm going to try and stop mourning the friendship I've lost and instead feel sorry for someone that's lost mine.  It's seriously WAY PAST time I realize that if you aren't willing to fight for my friendship, you apparently weren't the friend I thought you were to begin with.

By the way that I've been sobbing like an infant STILL at pretty much the mention of your name, tells me that you DID lose someone badass that cared a lot about you.
You fucked up.

Immediately following the post about how I should de-clutter my life, is a post about all the new shit I've acquired.....

The last month or so has been pretty awesome for DI shopping.
Here's the latest stuff I've turned from shit to super awesome :)


This cupboard was $15, I spent $8 on new hardware and used paint I already had.
TOTAL: $23

I've learned from putting all my yarn in a central location that I'm partial to wools and the orange variety.  The sweet picnic basket on the cupboard is also a DI find from last fall.




I got this dresser for $8 and spray painted the original hardware. I also used paint I already had. It now lives in the kid's room.    TOTAL $8

These chairs were $11 and I spent $10 on spray paint. I think they add a much needed lovely pop of color to the porches. And I resisted painting them green. I usually want to paint EVERYTHING green :)  TOTAL: $21

I've been wanting a hose box forever since I usually just roll it up on the ground somewhere. I was pretty excited to find this one for $10, but it was pretty scratched and beat up. So of course, out came the spray paint!  God I love spray paint. This exact box is sold at Walmart for $50.
TOTAL:  $15

Do you SEE why I can never part with ANYTHING?!  The fact that I can see potential in pretty much everything is ruining my life :)
Good thing I'm not claustrophobic.


Wait till you see the super sweet desk I bought to use as a potting table........

The junk in my trunk/house/garage/mom's storage bay.

My friend Ben has been back from grad school for several months and last weekend was the first time I'd been to his apartment. (= awesome friend)
While I wandered around his place half wanting to pick up random items to see how much they were because I felt like I was in a mini IKEA, I noticed how CLEAN it was.  Not just clean, clean.  Modern/Minimalist clean.   His place came out of a catalog. One that screams trendy classy bachelor with a hint of rock star.  I was sortof jealous.

After we left Ben's, I was super gung-ho to de-shit my house.  I'm a pack rat. This is no secret.  I can't throw anything away.  What if I need it one day? What if, in like, 47 years, it's worth money? *sigh*
I have far more crap than any under-30-year-old should.  I have a house that is completely full of treasures AND a garage.  And I keep finding more.
I have major anxiety separation issues from material objects.  Maybe they mean something to me, but more than likely, they don't... but I can't get rid of stuff.
What the fuck am I ever going to do with a 20 quart container full of beanie babies circa 1998?  I do not know. 
Can I get rid of them.  No.
Do I need an intervention? Yes.

On the way home (before dozing off and being woken to Manny slamming on the brakes and screaming making me borderline piss myself and spit drool as I screamed... I still need to MURDER him for that....*puts on To-Do list*)
I thought about stuff I could bear to part with. I thought that I'd try and get rid of some shit.

Fast forward to today.  So far I've given away a box of cabinish decor from when I first got married and my husband wanted his house to look just like his moms. This went to someone that actually HAS a cabin, so I felt pretty good about it.
I've also started a pile of random other shit. 
So far it contains baby yarn from 1975 and two games I've never played.
This is a big deal, people.

Ok, so baby steps.

I had a thought that I'd take all this stuff I plan on gathering to the DI, and then I thought about having a yard sale. AND THEN I thought that the 1975 synthetic baby yarn would probably be strong enough to hang myself with because the thought of having a yard sale makes me somewhat suicidal.   Love to attend yard sales, hold one, that's another story.

I guess I'll see how much crap I do gather up, and then maybe I'll just put it in the garage for a yard sale 10-12 years from now.   Yeah, that's it.

Btw. I totally had a birthday.

Birthday O-Niner + 1 was a great success.

I had a great dinner at Andy's with 11 of my bests.  

These people are awesome and make a girl feel super special.

 I feel like I was seriously spoiled this birthday 

Thanks guys  :)

What a shock. Another food I like. Weird.

My friend Amy invited us to her boyfriend's crawfish boil last Saturday.
I have to say, I was quite apprehensive, but thought that we should probably make an appearance.

The thought of eating things with a face gets to me, but eating something that you actually have to remove its face yourself...   whoa.

I was a champ and tried not to be a pussy, but was immediately told that I'd starve to death if I kept trying to keep their little bodies intact. After I got the hang of it, I wasn't too disturbed... but this doesn't mean I'm going to apply for jobs as a butcher or anything.

The only picture that proves I was here, I look like a Troll. So that's not ever seeing the light of day.

I'm really glad that we went, it was certainly a great new experience.   I'm not rich enough to fly crawfish in from Louisiana, but having one of these parties would definitely be a good time  :)