Falling Down and Falling Behind

morning people.

ok, so here it is, I know I promised photos of the house today to some of you, but......that will wait for tomorrow, as today will be a quick post (sort of).

You see, it's not quite 8:00am and I am behind already....I know, how is that possible....well you see, I mis-shipped a very important package to the wrong address...in that package were little mirrors to be used as party favors for a girls birthday party....

now with the party looming and no mirrors in hand....I offered to make and send the lovely buyer a one of a kind pendant for each of the girls at the party....my little "I'm sorry"

I know mistakes happen but I am really kicking myself because of this.

(this is why I need a shipping assistant...one who does not require that I pay a livable wage...or a wage at all...once again...any takers??)

So I hope you all had a good weekend, as you know this was the first weekend with the mean cheese in the new place, she seemed to enjoy it, my bubs even managed to get her to sleep in her bed, in her room...something she REFUSED to do at our apartment, where she slept on our couch, and before that...a yoga mat in the living room.

SO anyway, all was going good until the little cheesy took a tumble down our concrete stairs in the back yard and busted open her lip.

(for the record, I blame the silly orange foam shoe/clogs she wears that are silly, have no traction, and are one size too big, she is also in the phase where she just drags her feet everywhere instead of lifing them to walk.

So then there was a lot of screaming, and a lot of tears, and a lot of blood....followed by my bubs and I in near panic....

you see with the cheese being non verbal she can;t tell us, "Don't worry you losers, I'm fine", or "You know, you should bring me to the hospital something feels broken). There is also the fact that part of her condition gives her blod that does not clot.

Oh yeah...so when I say a lot of blood, there was a lot of blood.

Well, after ice and medicine the bleeding did stop, our hearts went back to a normal....and I was able to run an ice cube on the busted lip, all her teeth were fine, no cuts anywhere else, and it appeared more that she bit into her lip as she tumbled.

on the plus side, when her lips swelled she looked like the secret love child of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.....Shiloh who??????

So that was Saturday, then Sunday we mainly chilled at the house, all of us pretty sleepy as said swollen lipped little girl woke up at 5:00am on Sunday.

We did go on a magazine quest though....you see I needed to get the latest issue of Zink Magazine, and it was sold out at the Barnes and Noble, and the doofus in the magazine section was rude and useless to me, as I required him to do his job and to stop gawking at the beautiful girl in the tube top and big hoop earrings looking through various "Hair Styling Magazines" and the occasional "Bride Nightmare" magazines.

I finally ended up at a small newsstand on the borders of Little Somalia and Little India (that's North East Columbus) and there it was....It was all worth it because I got to hera some wonderful crazy rantings.

here's the scene...I enter, at the counter is this wonderful Indian man who owns the joint, he smiles at me thinking and knowing I will probably spend no less that $20 on magazines, but most likely more....

at the counter is an insane black man, who is screaming about Greed, Bill Gates, and George Bush...how the Devil is working through George Bush and Bill Gates to take down the power of God, and he is shocked that Jesus Christ, has allowed this to go on as long as he had.

This is when crazy man demands of the little Indian to hear his opinion of said Jesus vs greedy devil situation....wondering (no lie) what he thinks Jesus should do about it.

Indian man: "I do not believe in your Jesus Christ

Crazy Man- but the devil, you gotta know that shiz is true

Indian Man- no...no I do not

Crazy Man- but what about greed, do you believe in greed.

Indian Man- yes, greed is a fact.

That is when the crazy man (thankfully) gets a cell phone call and starts screaming that he barely has left the house and he knew "that bitch" would sneak off as soon as he left but he needed a lottery ticket.

Anyway, I end up buying my magazine...along with the latest issue of I-D....which was all wrapped up like porn.

We leave and hit the PO Box where I see I have received a package and in it are Fashion Magazines from Malaysia (thank you Conrad....they are beautiful)

oh and while leaving the post office I saw a rather "large" woman bend over, she was wearing a skirt, and I saw her...area.....yeah, it was nasty.

One more reason to be glad I do not live in that part of town anymore.

ok, I said this would be short and it's not....I am a liar. SO......please enjoy the photo today, it is of a new piece, and one I am insanely proud of, seriously there is a certain breakthrough happening and this us part of it. It's hard to describe or put my finger on, but the larger and pricier pieces I have been doing lately are really tapping into something.

I love my new house.