I don't even know what's good anymore.

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After

I've been trying to work on my photographs for etsy. The truth of the matter is I photograph things all the time at work. By the time I get to photographing my things I'm exhausted and don't give a shit. Bad I know. I recently re-shot everything and I'm working on editing the pics, and getting them up. I don't know if they're better or not. I'm trying to stream line the shop and use a consistent background in the new photos. I thought it might give my shop a cleaner look. Opinions? Please be free with them!

TRANNY PANTIES!!!!!!!!

I was on a search for skanky panties. I found them, of course, at wal-mart. I hate the place, but I was on an emergency Drain-O run for the gallery with my co-worker and friend Maria. We also picked up some groceries :(. Then I spotted them glistening in the fluorescent lights. I took them home to see if they did anything for the husband. He was repelled and informed me that they were not slutty dirty ho panties. They were tranny panties. So of course I took them to work the next day and this is what Maria and did with them.

Close up of the classiness.

We call this SALE REPELLENT!!!!

Etsy :: snappyshop :: Matryoshka Pocket

Etsy :: snappyshop :: Matryoshka Pocket

Not only do I want this apron, I want this kitchen.

I told my husband I was going to blog. He said I should blog about how awesome he is. Then he posed like a saint on a candle. He moved before I could get the camera.

He is very anti me putting he photos online. I threatened to put up the really goofy one I took of him smiling like a goober with his thumbs up and crumpled dollar bills sprinkled all over him. I called it his "Big Pimpin" photo. But as I said before, he doesn't like having his picture online. he's already complained about the one in my slide show.

He is awesome though. Totally anti-social and disturbed, but we have a lot of fun together. Every year we both forget our anniversary. We generally remember about two weeks after it's passed. I say the same thing to him. "Another year, and I still like you." We've been married for eight years and together for ten.

Still like him. I love him too, but I really think liking him is important.

doodoo doll

This morning my Davey explained to me what a DooDoo doll is. "It's one of those dolls that looks like someone and you stick needles in and it hurts them." I was just glad he wasn't making them in the bathroom.

I just rubbed green chile in my eye. Whoops. I was taking out my contacts and I just finished making a pepperoni, tomato, and green chile pizza. Also I had to hang a bunch of vintage rugs this week at work and I think I pulled a muscle. I have these really painful back spasms. Sahweet. Davey my youngest has been rubbing my back since he found out it hurt. It's really cute. I've pet kittens harder then he rubs my back.

WHY!!!!

Did I tell my husband I'd do the dishes. Seriously, I have so much crap to get done and I don't wanna!!!!!!! I want to play. The only up to the dishes is I get to watch the Triops we're hatching in the window. We only have one big one. the rest look like water fleas. I think the big one is eating the little ones. Seriously google triops. They belong to Chad.

The bottom line

I recently had to raise my prices on my etsy. You see, I never really sat down and figured out my cost. Turns out I was selling things at or below wholesale. I want to try and get some things in a few local shops and needed to Make my prices retail so as not to undercut anyone who takes my stuff. I have so many ideas of things I want to do and no capital with which to do it. This would be the perfect time to bulk up my inventory, but I'm out of supplies. I'll just have to wait till I get paid again. I got paid today, but it's all going to my mortgage. I'm house poor. Not because we took out a bad loan or anything. Just a change in income. Oh well.

Davey is in the tub. He has this rubber caterpillar that he calls his pet. He gives him baths regularly so he doesn't "Smell like a penis." His words. He'll be 5 next month.

So my boys were in the tub early this morning. they are 7 and 4. When I went to get them out my youngest, David, announced to me that "We are finding our balls." Then they pinched their testicles to show me how they can isolate their little nads. I write this stuff down so I can remember and use it as blackmail when they are older.

I just sent my oldest, Chad, to the bus stop. I always feel anxiety about this. This is the first year he's taken the bus, and for about the first nine weeks he wanted me to walk him to the bus stop, then he told me he wanted to walk alone. It's only a block and a half away but it still makes me nervous. we don't have any kids on our street to send him with. We live on retirement row. I decided to to let him. He feels so proud and independent. I don't want to squash those feelings. But on my super anxious days, I drive by the bus stop on the way to work and look for signs of a struggle, then call the school to make sure he got there in one piece.