Fridays Letters

Dear Butter, I may not be as infatuated with you as Paula Dean but I do come a close second-real close. Dear Adult Acne, thanks for showing up, ‘preciate it. P.S. If you are related to my love of butter, just don’t tell me, I don’t want to have to make that choice. Dear Thesauruses around the world, thanks for being one of my all-time favorite books. I love synonyms and while we are at it, antonyms. Dear $1.00 Garage Sale Lucky Jeans, dare I say you were the best dollar I ever spent? I thank and pity the person who let you go and paid full price for you. Dear Sumac, if you could stay that deep scarlet year-round I wouldn't mind. Dear Target, you strike again, well played, very well played. Dear Senor Smarty Pants, Thanks for the 4 years, we just recently celebrated, they have been awesome and I’m sure the best is yet to come. 


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Dance Lessons

So remember those dance classes?

Most who know Senor Smarty Pants wouldn't think he'd be one to push me outside my box-he much prefers boxes.

They have 4 even sides.

They have 4 corners. Are you seeing a trend?

They are easy to organize.


It's just that our boxes are very different. Sometimes, very, very, very different. So while he is new to this whole dancing thing-totally new, he's cool as a cucumber. Doesn't worry if he makes mistakes-brushes them right off. Me? ha. I've danced some, and I get frustrated. Especially when I get off beat-because I can feel it...unlike someone else I know. Then I miss a step or something and get more frustrated with myself, with him and that's not fair.

Some nights we actually leave dance in a huff, being just polite enough so outsiders don't know we are really not digging each other at the moment. Because Senor Smarty Pants and I are...bickerers, like a pair of 80 year olds add to that the fact that we have never learned something like this together. We study together often, we research the same things and teach one another things we've discovered all the time. But this, this is different. We are having to remind ourselves that while at that moment we may be wondering why we both said yes to this class, it's for the big picture. So we can actually dance together. So he doesn't get folding chair butt at the next dance we go to. It's the birthday gift that will keep on giving, and I love that idea-so much.

How naive of us, to think we'd just be learning dance, laughing and smiling at each other the whole time. Easy peasy lemon squeesy. Silly, silly kids.

I'm thinking Senor Smarty Pants got more than he bargained for.



I forgot to mention...

Did Ya'll miss me yesterday?

No Thrifty Thursday, I know. What then did I do with my time you might ask?

Well I umm..took a test, took another test, and turned in a take home test, all before 10 am. Then I crashed, brain=fried. So made the executive decision to lay on the couch alone, watching sitcoms- the perfect, in my opinion, mindless entertainment. 8 Simple Rules, Everybody Loves Raymond, and Reba. just some classics you know. After that action packed afternoon we went to dance class, after that we- wait what? DANCE?

Ha. I guess I must have forgotten to mention Senor Smarty Pant's birthday present to me...oops. 12 weeks of couples dance lessons. We are learning Country Swing and waltz. It's going well, but I've said it before and I'll say it again dance class is out of my comfort zone. BUT we all need that. It's when we run to the uncomfortable things, that we discover some of the best and most beautiful things. I'm just hoping I can still find the best and beautiful things while jogging toward the uncomfortable or more likely-walking.

...forward and back and forward and back and...




I babysat Parks Wednesday evening-look what he gave me:

Such a sweetie! We spilt one with the sprinkles because well, the sprinkles obviously make them taste better! The bottom left corner cupcake is some kind of spice cake and the frosting reminds me of chai tea. YUM. 

So if you're keeping up to speed-yes it is my birthday, my 22nd birthday. I'm really trying to be peppy about it but this week has been a doozy (you just thought last weeks somber poem was something!). So today, I'm currently trying to decompress. But the 487 fourth graders that I will spend my morning with might delay that process. Not an exaggeration. 

So I'm leaving you all with this little ditty. It seems to be the perfect juxtaposition of how I'm feeling. The song is fun but a little bit sad. 

It's my birthday! But I had a rough week, so I just might cry if I want to. 

Here's to the year of 22! 



Thrifty Thursday

Thriftier; Thriftiest 
1. Thriving by industry and frugality: prosperous. 

It's Thrifty Thursday, the time of the week where I share my thrifty finds from garage sales, antique shops, and of course thrift stores.

This week's find has a sad story behind it but I'm trying not to dwell on it. In K-town a store is closing. A store that has been open for almost 50 years. The big business world we live in today with giants like Walmart and Target monopolizing the market are causing a struggle for survival of small home-owned and operated businesses that are not solely out for the almighty dollar.  People have little education and regard for the little guy. But don't worry, everyone stampedes for the doors when they hear about the closeout sales- and it leaves Senor Smarty Pants and I wandering through the isles wondering "Where were you this whole time?" Don't answer that-I know where they were. Because we liked Bobs, we shopped at Bobs, we cared about Bobs. 

I digress. I said I wasn't going to dwell didn't I? Sorry about that, anyway Bob's had a really nice little craft section and we loved the brand of yarn that they carried, Yarn Nation. The colors were different and it also came in wool. Well we heard about the sale and decided to go and pay tribute one last time to Bob's. 

Didn't we get an awesome deal? I'm trying to focus on that- but now I wish we would have bought the whole tub of yarn-I'd give it a good home! I like to think that something will get made out of this and I can keep it for a long time. Overly dramatic? Maybe. 



Thrifty Thursday

Thriftier; Thriftiest 
1. Thriving by industry and frugality: prosperous. 

It's Thrifty Thursday, the time of the week where I share my thrifty finds from garage sales, antique shops, and of course thrift stores.

'Member those trash men? Well...I "inherited" these beauties from a trailer they had loaded and ready to go to the dump. 

Conveniently Senor Smarty Pants was in need of chairs for his kitchen table. I just knew they were perfect, mainly because they were cheap and because they are compact.

They were pretty rough to begin with, but I liked the wooden seats and wanted to preserve them. Senor Smarty Pants picked the color and I got to work.

 I think they turned out pretty slick and will definitely do the job!



What a day

Not enough sleep.
Forgotten parking permit.
Crass teacher.
Bad grade.
Parking ticket.
Melt down.
Annoying people.
Bad day.

Here's to the anticipation of the sun rising tomorrow.