Filed under: Art, Etsy, Fun, contest | Tags: Art, cezanne, contest, dali, Etsy, klimt, matisse, miro, mondrian, monet, picasso, van gogh, wyeth
I am overwhelmed and touched by the response I got for my very first blog contest! You guys had a lot of fun and I’m glad for that. I’ve met some new people too from Etsy and have reconnected with some old friends through it and that is so cool!
Okay, now for what you’ve all been waiting for… the answers of course!
1) Picasso
2) Cezanne
3) Van Gogh
4) Klimt
5) Dali
6) Matisse
7) Mondrian
8 ) Miro
9) Wyeth
10) Monet
Everyone did so well!
The winners are: Nicole of HoneydewStudio.etsy.com
Sarah of NikashaDesigns.etsy.com
Jennifer of decklededgebindery.etsy.com
They will receive an assortment of goodies from me and who doesn’t love goodies?
I also wanted to acknowledge the other Etsians and dear friends who participated too!:
Ruth of Meowstro.etsy.com
Aja of sagittariusgallery.etsy.com
Jen of outpostJewelry.etsy.com
Janna of drunkey-monkey.com
Jennifer of jenniferdennispotter.etsy.com
Inger, a super buyer on Etsy and a wonderful new international friend, from Norway
Mike, my silly husband who loves and supports me, even if it is in unique ways
Aaron, my friend, of funkycarter.com
Jennifer of stilettoheights.etsy.com
Thanks again to everyone who took the time to play! I had so much fun!
Filed under: Fun, Good day, Humor | Tags: High School Musical, Ricky, ricky doo, Target
Two hours to kill in a Target?
No problem!
What tree skirt?
Thanks Doo, for a great day!
You know, they say 3 times a charm!
Filed under: Commentary, Emotions, Fun, Uncategorized | Tags: mccain, obama, politics, presidential election, united states of america
I absolutely adore this:
http://www.zefrank.com/from52to48withlove/
And so here’s mine:
From a 48 to a 52:
and from a 52 to a 48:
Filed under: Emotions, Living, Work, blogging | Tags: Blog 365, blogging, life, unemployment, Work
WARNING: WHINING AHEAD
I’m not ready to concede from this Blog 365, I refuse to let that defeat me too. Can you tell I’m on a downward spiral? I’ve been out of work for what seems like eternity, when in reality it has only been 19 days. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I do not miss that job in any capacity… please, I still have nightmares about it… I can still hear the fitting room bell in my head.
These are the things I’m trying desperately to deal with but aren’t having much luck:
1) My routine is gone. As soul crushing as my job was it gave me a routine. I suppose it could be compared to three meals a day/1 hour in the yard/lights out at 10, like a prison sentence but even criminals take to that life style; my life was so structured even when it was completely chaotic and detrimental to everyone else.
2) Failure. I’ve only been rejected by one potential employer but because of my track record of not really being too keen on not being accepted, it has made me recoil deeper into my shell. That’s a bad place to be, especially now.
3) I don’t want to, above all else, ever work a retail job again. It’s not the act off working a retail job, although that does have its obvious loathsome qualities. It is mostly the hours of operation, it’s not a normal life by any stretch of the imagination. I did it for well over the nine years, I’ve worked retail and retail Christmases since I was 16 years old. That is 16 Thanksgivings and Christmases f*cked up by being exhausted and hateful. It’s not fun and anyone who tells you it is is as delusion as I was while I was doing it.
4) Self-worth. Down the drain. I’m not contributing to this house hold and I am so filled with guilt.
5) Depression has many different faces, and while I won’t take away from others who honestly are afflicted with this disease, I will say that I do have my highs and my lows and they do seem to swing pretty rapidly.
Today, I am setting goals and I am going to try to keep my head above water, not get bogged down with worrying… it seems to creep in when you least expect it, but in the end I have to be honest and true to myself. I could easily turn around and walk right back into that sort of life again, where my job defined me and a paycheck held me captive, but I really can’t, for my heart and for my head and for the rest of my life.












