Theine Thursday...?

I think it would be helpful (for myself) to have designations for certain days of the week...on this blog. More than the trite Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday used by so many others.

It's getting late, I'm getting tired, so to help come up with some ridiculous examples of a day-of-the-week designation I just googled "funny words that start with M" and apparently the only people who have taken enough interest in listing "funny" words by letter are 10th grade boys. My estimation is based on the fact that I wouldn't deem any of the "funny" words funny as much as I would deem them offensive. Sophomoric. Derogatory. Crass. So I'm (you're) left with whatever my hazy brain can come up with just before nodding off to sleep.

Here's my best:

Muffin Monday, where I write about delicious muffins I've either eaten or baked.

Tuesday's Toes, where I covertly photograph someone's toes in public and then post it on my blog.

Wednesday Woes, where I complain about anything I can think of.

Thursday Threads! Where I talk about thread that you sew with. Polyester thread. Cotton thread. Blue thread. Etc..

Forgotten Friday, where I forget to blog simply because it's Friday.

And so on. Perhaps there are some better ideas. Perhaps I'll think of some in the morning. Or maybe the middle of the day. I'm really more a middle-of-the-day person. The possiblities are nearly endless.

If you stumble upon this blog, feel free to flood me with your ideas. I'm not married to any of mine, yet. Except maybe the toes one.

"Where-ya-been-Wednesday?"--Here. Not blogging.

Hmmm...it's been awhile since my last post. I know this because it took me like 7 tries to log-in correctly to my blog. Furgotmy password. Luckily there aren't too many to choose from in my arsenal of passwords, so it was only a matter of time before I hit the right one.

Anyhoos, Ellis and I spent a lovely couple of hours with some of the coolest ladies we know (Amy, Amelie, and Finley) at the Cherry Creek Farmer's Market. Do you have any friends in your life that feed your soul just by having conversation with them while sitting on a curb eating paella? I do.

I'll leave you with a carefree photo of my leading lady. Enjoy your evening (or morning, or whatever time of day it is for you right now :)

It is still summer.

I have been down-and-out with the post-oral-surgery blues since last Friday, but I'm starting to feel more and more like myself. FINALLY. I don't do "recovery" (ie: sitting on the couch in a fog for days on end while trying to keep a watchful eye on my bored toddler) very well, so it's nice to have some motivation back. But my motivation seems to be heading in a different direction...

Despite my internal objections, I've started noticing hints of the desire for Fall returning to my psyche. I find myself longing for crisp air and stop myself immediately to relish the heat a little more. Then my mind starts wandering to thoughts of not shaving my legs very often because I'll be wearing jeans (my husband might scoff a little at this statement, since my leg-shaving is not too frequent as it is) and I stop myself immediately in order to appreciate every last minute of summer and the "upkeep" that goes along with it. I've started to crave chili and the sound of football on tv in the background (husband scoffing some more I'm sure...) and once again I stop and open the refrigerator for some fresh summer berries that I love SO much. I'm even starting to think about what cute costume to whip up for the girl for Halloween (she didn't get one for her first Halloween last year). So there it is, I have started to long for Fall---which is always over too soon, making way for long (too long) Winter.

So my motivation is aiming at Fall-centered things. Fall colors in my sewing. Fall tastes in cooking. Fall clothes. And on and on. Though I'm not embracing it just yet, I'm almost ready.

Time to celebrate. And take some pain killers.

After a good decade of putting it off, I finally got my wisdom teeth removed. There were three. Which I think is strange. I may write more about this experience once I feel a little more like myself and a little less like I had my jaw clamped onto the edge of a cliff hanging on for dear life for 12 hours.

The reason I'm posting is because despite my swollen face and neck, is because I'm so excited to announce I just made my TENTH sale on Etsy this afternoon!!! For some reason 10 feels like a milestone, what with it being double digits and all. Not only that, it was one of my favorite tables that I've had in the shop since I opened it in March. So before long that little table will make the move from Colorado to New York City!

Love her.

My serenity must resemble that of a monk

Yesterday Ellis and I were doing some shopping when a trend began to emerge. It started when Ellis pointed at a four foot tall statue of a monk holding a bird and said, "Mama." It continued when she pointed to a two foot tall statue of a gnome and again called it, "Mama." At the next store she pointed repeatedly to a headless mannequin and said, "Mama."

What is she trying to tell me?

Typically she only points at me when she says Mama. So she either learned to call me in order to get my attention and show me such treasures as monk and gnome statues, and anomalies like headless people...or she was being a wise guy.

I'm not proud of this, but...

I can be juvenile. Shocker.

I purposely took my birthday off my Facebook page about a month ago. I purposely did this as part of an experiment (and perhaps moreso because I was sure that some thief was going to steal my identity if they were privy to my birthday on Facebook---paranoid much?). My birthday is July 30th and I wanted to see how many people remembered to tell me happy birthday without having Facebook tell them so they can then act like happy birthday I totally remembered it was your birthday i've been anticipating it for the last two weeks and i actually got you a card but i couldn't send it because i lost my address book and i didn't have any stamps and i mean i did send it i'm surprised you didn't get it yet...blah...blah...blah...

An aside: once when I was like 13 I was at a wedding reception with my parents and we're all out on the dance floor and suddenly this cute boy starts dancing with me. I'm all, shoot, I must look goo--ood in this ankle-length navy blue dress with cap sleaves that are a little too big for my awkward boyish frame and that zit must not be as noticeable as I thought.

I discovered too late that my mom, with a couple of glasses of wine in her, decided it wasn't embarrasing at all for her to dance near said cute boy while singing, "Dance with Brooke, dance with Brooke..." Cute boy was pressured by tipsy mom to dance with awkward 13 year-old girl.

That took some of the flattery right out of my sail.

Back to my FB experiment ---it was derailed because said mother wished me a happy birthday on my wall at like 8 in the morning. So a whole bunch of people wished me a happy birthday and I have no way of knowing who knew without cheating off my mom. Foiled again.

SOOOO, my cynical experiment will have to wait until 2011. Then I'll see who my REAL friends are.