Saturday, November 7, 2009

Go me!

Except for the whole starting on the wrong day and the skipping one day I think I've done pretty good on this. 5/7 is pretty good! 

um... What to say, what to say... Tomorrow is the primary program. And after church I'm going to take pictures of Emery in all the thrifted things Rachael and I have boughten him. I was going to think about watching a movie but I think I'll go to bed instead. I want to do my hair and look cute tomorrow just because I haven't in a while. I try to sleep to long to get anything done Sunday morning. If I go to sleep now I can get my 9 hours in and still wake up at 6ish. ew. too early. Maybe I'll shoot for later. We will see. 

Until tomorrow!

Friday, November 6, 2009

Stuff that I think I will die without

No, that is not an exaggeration. All I speak is truth. Especially all of them. 

*Most of these were found through blogs that I read. 
For the kid/public bathroom in my future home
For one of my Young Woman Value Projects I started this cross stitch.  Started because I never did finish it. I underestimated how long it takes to cross stitch. I was supposed to be making something for my future home so I decided to have a beach themed bathroom. Now I can complete the dream in the most amazing way I ever thought was possible with...


an Aquarium sink...

...and an aquarium toilet!

Yes they exist. The toilet if from a company called fish and flush and the sink... I haven't quite figured it out. Google them. They amuse me.
Next up on the list of things I need:
A rockin' muppet dress!

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Oh Dress! How have I spent my life without you!


I'm now on a quest to figure out how to add sleeves to this beauty. I'm thinking they should be made out of the same stuff (yarn?) as the skirt. Thanks to one of my favorite blogs A Dress a Day

for introducing us.


My Wedding dress (No, I'm not engaged nor do I have a BF.)

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I only need to loose about 10 inches off my waist. And get bone reducing surgery so I don't look anorexic being that skinny and so I am short enough to fit. With modern science they should be able to do that right? 

I love those sleeves! For more views of this beauty go here


Shoes!

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No one can have enough shoes and these ones are special. I'm liking the face that the heel looks broken. Sadly these Irregular Choice shoes are £ 69.50. I don't even have that many USD to buy new shoes. 


Um... That's it for now. I have to go make dinner.


* I know the muppet dress didn't show up and I'm not clever enough to make it. I  

tried. You'll just have to go to Dress a Day


Thursday, November 5, 2009

NO!!!!

I failed! I even remembered I needed to post last night but then promptly forgot. Not surprising. I'm going to try for the rest of the month though.


Yesterday Rachael and I went to the thrift store (we do often) and it was $5 a bag day. Stuff all the clothes you can into a grocery sack and pay 5 bucks for it. My brother Emery also conveniently lets us pick out his clothes. If we buy it he will wear it. And since it was $5 a bag day Rachael was looking for some stuff for her brother. So we're hanging out in the men's section looking at pants when Rachael spy's a tux. We look at it. 34 x 36. Emery's waist! The length might be a little long but hemming! We poke around it more. hmmm needs a cleaning and we see no badness. It's basically perfect! We stuff it in a bag along with a dress for me and 3 other button down shirts for Emery. We took the tux come and waited impatiently for him to arrive. After making him try on the shirts we hand him the tux. He puts it on and it fits! Almost perfectly. The pants are a little short and so are the sleeves. After some inspecting we find that it has been hemmed like no other. 3 or 4 inches in the legs! It can be fixed! So for $1, Emery, who is turning 17 next Wednesday, owns his own tux. Thrift stores have the potential to be rockin'! My dress and his shirts are pretty to. I think I'll take pics of him in all the shirts we have picked up at the thrift store. We have skillz. It also helps that Ridgecrest has no other clothes shopping places and we're dirt poor so we're always at the thrift store but... :)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Here, have a post

It sure won't say much though. I'm tired. I'm on my grandparent's computer but I've commited to this thing and now I have to do it. sigh. Rachael came over today and we made hair things. We're having a sleep over so I'm not tempted to strangle my grandmother S. who's been staying with us for a week or two or however long it's been. i've been busy and always rushing off to things it seems that I havn't been home to see what it's like. I did today. i couldn't handle it. I was supposed to go babysitting but another boy had to stay home because he had a 103 fever. I don't want that. So... The End.

Monday, November 2, 2009

I decided to do NaBloPoMo and was totally confused why people were posting that this was the second day. I mean it's the first day I've heard about it and it's the beginning of November so what are those people talking about? Then I realized it's Nov 2 today. Doh! I'm doing it anyway. 

I had a very witty and thoughtful post planned in my head about my dependence on Mt. Dew that I was going to write up tonight. Then Family Home Evening happened. FHE at the Clayson household is always a special affair. When I was younger I don't remember us having FHE at all (having a faulty memory does help this). Since Dad's a nurse he schedule was always weird so he would often work Mondays. Shifts were from 7:30 am to 7:30 pm plus time added before and after for reporting and then if needed time to chart after. The earliest Dad ever got home was 8 and he was normally home closer to 8:30. 8 is bed time. It's weird how different things are with Dad working on the base. We have dinner much earlier for one. Back to topic. We're having FHE and we've gotten to the game. Callie made up the game and since she's 8 it was very... fun. She drew pictures of ghosts (that looked mostly like globby people) and we had to guess who they were. When it was the Emery ghost up Dad decided we needed to dog pile on who ever the picture was. Dad is a fan of dog piling. Normally I am. It's fun. Keeps life interesting. I, however, did not have a great day (the need for Mt Dew by 9 in the morning normally means that) so I did not participate. Family is also a big fan of giving hugs when I don't want to be touched. Apparently, I don't like any of them or something. I was not participating and kind of dreading when it was going to be my turn. Will had already made comments to the effect of "just wait until I jump upon you" and I informed him if he did I was going to lengthen piano lessons, which are torture in and of itself for him. The ghost picture was me. Emery tried to pull me off the couch and on to the floor so they could dog pile me. I tried my hardest to threaten him and sit down. Dad was conveniently behind the couch and decided to give me a wedgie. First off, it was the most painful wedgie I have ever experienced. It hurt. When I started whining about how it hurt they all stopped harassing me. A couple minutes later I learned that Dad ripped my underwear in the process of giving me this wedgie. Now I have a huge hole in my underwear (about the size of the waistband). I'm crabby. 
Where's my Mountain Dew? 

Monday, September 21, 2009

A dream


Last night I had a really strange dream. It was actually mostly terrifying. So I'm typing it up and then turning it onto a website to analyze it. Not it specifically, but parts of it. This will be fun! You all can laugh at my craziness too.

Characters
Me
a guy friend who will be referred to by a nickname- "db"
the slug - a radioactive green thing that oozes and has a freaky sideways mouth and kinda looks like a pug when you are running away from it.
a store attendant.

I'm looking through Joann's when I come across the section with tons of old clothes. It's a thrift store part and I figure it's for people who want to make clothes pretty. The entire store is a grey color and much darker than normal stores. All the clothes are browns or greys or blacks. Not the happiest of stores. That's when I come across Db. He is looking at the ground. I walk up to him to talk to him and see what he is looking at. I look down and see the slug. It looks relatively harmless (there's a lack of mouth showing at this point) it's just a funny green color. It's the sort of thing you torture for fun. I mean, it's neon green! It's like Alba the bunny only in nasty slug form. Anyway, so I begin making fun of it and kinda kicking it when the slug reacts and does this growly thing at me opening it's sideways mouth with sharp pointy teeth inside. I am definitely taken aback. Then the slug begins to ooze toward me. I start backing up and it gets faster. I turn around a sprint off. Db yells that it must have caught my scent. Looking back I see the slug galloping toward me. I scream and run faster. Finally, I lose the stupid creature and take a breather. Not a very long breather because soon it's catching up and looking as terrible and pug like as ever. I'm in a maze of clothing racks when I see one of those benches for sitting on to try on shoes. Thinking I could fool it by jumping on top of there I hop on up. Soon the slug is right below me. It stops and looks around even though it has no eyes. I guess It's sniffing around. I begin to think that I've beaten it when it catches my scent and starts to reach it's body towards me. I yelp and take off running through the maze again. Finally I reach a door that looks like it will provide safety for me. I'm standing about 3 feet in front of it when the slug is suddenly between me and the door. It pops and crackles a little and begins to grow until it's about 3 feet high and blocking the door. I scream and jump magically ending up in Db's arms. He just magically showed up. It was kinda a Scooby Doo and Shaggy sort of moment. Like so...

I stay in his arms because I'm hoping to get the slug to lose my scent. Db takes off running. As we turn the corner a store attendant opens the door behind the slug a little and tells us "If you can get it to shrink down we can capture it." There is no way I am letting Db turn back so he keeps running. Until he decides to get lost or go back or whatever and then we end up in front of the slug again. It was still there and still 3 feet tall and only looking slightly ferocious but Db still took off running to and we got straight out of the maze and I finally got to get down. We then looked around the store a little, me finding some truly embarrassing items and then we decided to leave.
The End.

Analysis from the website www.thecuriousdreamer.com/


A slug, similar to a snail without a shell, can represent:

  • Slowness, or slow to change
  • Steadiness, patience, perseverance
  • Changeable or malleable in form, thought, feeling, or otherwise
  • Leaving a residue, trail, evidence, or other aftermath
  • Sluggishness or perceived laziness
Dreaming of this creature can represent:
  • Having too much of one of these qualities, or that you could benefit by being less this way
  • Not having enough of one of these qualities, or that you could benefit by being more like this
  • Someone or something in your real life with whom you associate one of these qualities (an event, situation, threat, etc.)

For more clues, pay attention to what the animal was doing or any particular characteristic that stood out.

Something glowing eerily can represent a person or force with unknown intent.
Green- The color green can represent life or new life, nature, freshness, vigor, coolness, or a relaxing environment.
Being Chased- If the chaser wants to harm you, this can represent a feeling or fear of: persecution, hostility, aggression, criticism, etc. by another person or by "people in general." It can also represent real-life situation where you feel your boundaries have been crossed or your integrity has been compromised.A maze- A complex or challenging path or process, confusion, challenge, puzzle, or problem confronting you in your real life
Feeling unsure how to achieve a certain goal or create a certain situation in your life.
Gray- The color gray can represent neutrality, gloominess, drabness, dullness, or lifelessness
Being Rescued- Feeling that you need help or need to be rescued—physically, mentally or emotionally
The idea of letting others rescue you or clean up your messes too often
Consider who is rescuing whom, and the possible parallels with your feelings about your real life right now. ( I was rescued by a guy I like and have liked for a long time and it's all a hopeless mess. I'm sure that has something to do with something)


So... vigorous laziness with unknown intent wants to harm me in a complex challenge of neutrality? I like it. Laugh.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Goodies

Today Ela had an assembly for getting student of the month at Richmond. Since Mom and Dad gave been gone since Sunday Rachael and I went. Neither of us have base passes yet and Rachael doesn't take her car on base so us getting on is a bit of a hassle. Because it is we went to the base thrift store. It rocks! All the patterns were 10¢ and I found some great ones. I took pictures of all my patterns for you all to see!

This is the pattern for the skirt that I wore for my birthday. It's a reprint of a 1940's one.


This is a reprint of a 1950's pattern. Mom made the middle one for me last year.

1950's pajama pattern
A gift pattern from my Grandma Clayson last year. 1955

1950 shirt dress

1951 house robe and swimsuit coverup. 

1950's

1956
1950's Don't you think it would be funny to see Emery in those short shorts? Base thrift store. 

1949 Blouse. This was from the base thrift store. 10¢! Amazing. 

1941 Base thrift store. 

1967

1960's girls dress Base thrift store
1964 little girl dress- Base Thrift store.