I'm Done Being Nice.

Yesterday I spent my whole day off making a cake for someone's birthday. Someone who doesn't celebrate their birthday but asked if I would just make a cake around that time and I said sure. So I went all out, because I liked the guy. So, yesterday was spent making a cake. It wouldn't have been so bad, but yesterday was the day before inventory at work that I had to be in a 3AM. So... I had to go to sleep at 6. Meaning, I spent all of my day off standing in the kitchen making a cake. But it was going to be worth it, because this cake was phenomenal. And I haven't really went all out on a cake in a while. (I haven't even thought about what to make for Chuck's birthday TOMORROW!) Anyway.....

I get up at two with very little sleep because I tossed and turned all night, and go to work. The guy was working a mid shift that day so we all had to wait until 10. Everyone who saw the cake said it was awesome. So we waited, and then found out he was coming in later. Past the time I was supposed to leave work. So I stayed and kept busy. He gets there and sits in the office for twenty minutes until I go up there and say we were waiting for him.

"Why?"
"Your cake is here!"
"You coulda ate it without me."
"Well you have to see it! It's awesome!"

So, Janice leaves because she had things to do and couldn't wait any longer. So she left and I was still there. He didn't come back to the cake. He was grumpy or whatever. Just great. Because when this man gets grumpy he is an asshole and ignores you. I have overlooked it in the past but today I was really hurt. I mean I spent all that time and money and thought into making a cake YOU asked for and YOU decide to come to work grumpy and be an ASSHOLE to everyone. Great. So he came back just took look at the cake.
"I guess I should look at it so you can slice it."

He looks at it. "Oh you're creative."

And then leaves because he won't have time to eat it.

Not thank you. Not wow. Not awesome. "oh, you're creative." Just a kick in the face. It really hurt. At that moment I just wanted to throw the damn thing in the trash. I wanted to smash all the hard work. I may me grumpy or in a bad mood sometimes, but I don't treat people like that. I'm not an asshole. I don't ignore you. Grow the hell up.

So I sliced it, took a piece for Chuck and left the damn thing at work. He can do whatever the hell he wants to do with. Shit on it. Feed it to the dogs. Give it to a bum. Throw it away. Whatever. He hurt my damn feelings.

I'm just done being nice. I will never bring in anymore treats to work. No one is grateful anymore. No one says thank you. So screw em.

 I had to get that out. Teito didn't really care when I told him, but he's a dog. He doesn't care about much. Now I must do some beer shopping for Chuck's birthday Beer Tasting.

Life Is Over...(Until Next October....)

Today is the day. The sad, sad, empty day that will forever be known as "The Season 2 Finale of The Walking Dead." Yes.... that's right folks. Tonight is the last episode of this season. And you thought last week's episode was a shocker. Shane?! I know a lot of people didn't care for him, but I understood where he was coming from. He snapped. It's a Zombie Apocalypse... someone is bound to go off the deep end. He was fine up until Lori decided to come over and talk to him by the wind mill. She caused him to finally jump off the edge of sanity. She had to go and say she didn't know who's baby she was carrying and that she was sorry.... She hinted that if Rick wasn't alive, she and him would be together. So he had that little bug planted inside of his head. And then with Carl being a little shitbag, (yes, Carl is a little shitbag), and Rick being more concerned with the prisoner, Shane felt it was his duty to fix the family he thought he deserved. So, yeah, it was wrong that he wanted to kill Rick and take over being Daddy, but it's a zombie eat human world out there and you gotta do what you gotta do. It doesn't make it right, but who are we to judge what his sick, twisted, broken heart wanted to do. But Rick! I didn't think Rick would go so low as to sucker punch him in the gut with a damn knife! That makes him no better than Shane. No better at all. Now he has to live with killing his best friend!

 But wait.... let's not forget that the prisoner had his neck broken, no bites, and was wandering around as a zombie... was he infected? Hmm...? And then we see Shane rise to become the undead.... Was he infected? I'm guessing that's what maybe will be answered in tonight's episode.... or not. Who knows. Maybe that's what that dude whispered in his ear at the CDC... It's airborne. Everyone who dies, and is not shot in the head will become a zombie, that it's hopeless to try and fight it. This could be like Night of the Living Dead zombies. A satellite falls to the earth and spreads some nasty space radiation to alter our DNA and ultimately make us zombies in waiting. Who knows? I'm so excited and sad for tonight. The only problem is that the Coyotes are on tonight-- at the same time as Walking Dead! Yes, we DVR it, but I want to watch it immediately.... So, which is trump? Chuck says hockey.... it's do or die for a play off spot... Which will I choose.....? I don't know... But what I do know is that we are having a Southern inspired dinner for the season finale.... Fried Chicken with mashed potatoes and creamy country gravy.... And I'm still thinking of another side. Spinach maybe, and some corn bread muffins.... Possibilities are endless!

And to further this Zombieness.... I got my wedding shoes already. What does zombies and my wedding shoes have to do with each other you ask? EVERYTHING! 

Yes! I have zombie wedding shoes!! Is that not THE SINGLE MOST COOLEST THING EVER?! Since I can't have a full on Zombie themed wedding...(not sure how the in-laws will feel about that. haha. or my family....) I decided that I needed a little flair to my wedding day. And I found these. I wasn't really looking for these at first, but I was looked for green or yellow shoes and these popped up. It took me an hour to decided to buy them. And then! I had a great idea to get zombie cufflinks for Chuck! There were a few I found on Etsy, but PRICEY! So... I will be making them myself. I have already got the vintage cufflinks, and the zombie thing to set in the other thing I need. Ha. It's a process but they will look fantastic!

Well that about sums up Sunday, Zombie, Sunday........

Shoot them in the head!!

Addictions....

So as of late I've been addicted to something....Crafts. Yes, crafts. This isn't something you can buy in a back alley from a guy in a baseball hat with a porn star mustache and cowboy boots....(there's a guy that comes into my work that looks like that and buys tons of poppy seeds.....) It does take a toll on your pocketbook though... But I have learned to control my spending and cut back. I usually bounce around from one craft to another, and leave a bread crumb trail around the house. I've had wood burning stuff on the dining table, along with painting paraphernalia. I have my yarn and crochet needles in a bag next to the couch, wedding stuff on the side table, and a jewelry bomb went off on the coffee table. But I have cleaned it up, and now my jewelry is neatly packed up on the corner of the table. Everything else has migrated to my craft room. The only problem with that is if I don't see it regularly I forget about it....haha. I have craft ADD.

Just a few things I've been working on. And most of these have been added to my Etsy shop! I've been working on my procrastination problem, and look what I've accomplished! Now, I just need to work on finishing all the crochet projects I've started. At least the blanket for the bedroom! But for now, for today, I think I will hang the shell things we made for the bathroom that are still sitting on the dining table.... There's that whole procrastination again..... I also have a Skype Date with Jeannie tonight! And... maybe going out in public and looking for vases for wedding centerpieces. Yup, I have a lot on my plate, but at least it keeps me busy.

You'll need me....

Happy Zombie Sunday! It's a lovely morning. I'm sitting in my little crafty room in the the front of the house, with a window the gives me a view of a tree and a street and all the little house we live by. The sky is blue, with a cloudy white overcast. A slight breeze tickles the tree leaves. Teito is curled up on the bed near me, my coffee is getting a little cold. Charlie is at work. I've just spent the last hour-ish writing. Forcing myself to overcome this writer's block I've had for 3 years. I think there's a crack in the brick wall I stare at in my mind daily. I'm making time to write, to doodle, to focus on me. Even now, when I have a wedding to plan, and a future to look forward to, I'm trying to make time for me. Even if that is looking up crafty things on Pinterest, or watching the first season of Gossip Girl and trying a new jewelry technique, or making a super great surprise for my best friend in Indiana, or crying to a sad episode of One Tree Hill.

I realize I need to make time for the things that make me "me." And yes, watching overated T.V. shows is my thing. Yes I know a lot of them are over dramatized, but if it can make you cry, or laugh, or yell at it, then they have some good writers.

But it's Zombie Sunday in my little world today. The Walking Dead only has two episodes left this season.... And they killed off Dale. Yeah, I was sick of him on his high horse and morals, but he had a point. What's the point of saving yourself, and humanity if we don't have any humanity left. Yes, it's survival of the fittest, but can't we save the weak and help make them strong? That always seems to be the real question in a Zombie Apocalypse. Even in all the numerous zombie books I've been reading. And yes, I have read a lot since I got my kindle. It's hard to find a decent zombie book, much less a good zombie series! And I have sifted through a lot of shit to find books that I wish my could be like. That I could aspire to.

Right now, I'm reading the Zombie Fallout series by Mark Tufo. I got sucked in when I bought the first one for 99 cents. (yes, a lot of my purchases are by price.... but the next books cost more, and I still bought them. Even being frugal, I know when I need to spend my money.) It has a great story, great characters, and a great voice. At first, I was skeptical, it had a vampire in it (I'm not a big fan of vampires because of the whole Twilight bull), and the supernatural, it was another journal style zombie book, and I had just read one with a zombie that could still think like a human and whatnot. It was okay, but I DID NOT want to buy the next ones. But as I read Mark's book, I became sucked into this world. He has a perfect balance of all aspects of the supernatural. It's not too vampire-y. I love the use of real life events that could potentially go wrong and cause a vampire to make zombies. And it made me feel like it was my world. Because well, you all know that I secretly dream for a Zombie Apocalypse to end this monotony of life. (mostly just working at sprouts day after day...) I look all the eccentric qualities to the main character. The paranoia, the germaphobia, the OCD.  It makes you wonder how this guy survives, and you want to know how long this guy can last. So far, five journals in is how long he lasts. I'm still read the this last one, and I'm at the end of chapter nine. I was in bed reading, and I read the last line in that chapter, and I had to put it down. I was too sad. 'I've been bit, Mike.' If any of you ever read these books, I don't want to spoil it, but it is one of the saddest moments. I had to stop reading and go to sleep. I didn't want to read anymore. I actually wanted to cry. But anyway... people have to die. It happens, or what's the point of writing a book about zombies if everyone lives. That's no fun! Either way, Mark Tufo... You are a great writer. And I can't wait to finish this series and read your other ones. I would love to pick your brain... but I think that would be like falling in the rabbit hole...

Anyway... I'm just bouncing all over the place today. I think I'll end this zombie post now and go do something creative, or productive with my Sunday.... But chances are I'm just going to procrastinate.

 Shoot them in the head!



p.s. My wonderful best friend got me that zombie pin in New Zealand for Christmas. Yes, she knows me.

p.s.s. Go Coyotes! Shut out last night against the Sharks! Now let's put those last games behind us and start winning! Playoffs baby!

I promised a week....

I know it's Sunday, but I'm going to change things up a bit, and finish where I left off at the last blog.....

We'll just cut to that Saturday. We cleaned the house, I rearranged my craft room (I'm trying to create a more inspiring atmosphere), and I don't remember much else of that day until I started to do my hair to go out for dinner. We were going to Florindino's, where we had our first date. We go there every year on our anniversary. And as I'm doing my hair, Charlie comes up behind me and just says he loves me. And it was just odd. It wasn't a normal "I love you." And this just added into how weird he had been acting for a week. He kept asking me if I really wanted to be with him forever, blah blah blah. I had suspicions.... Anyway, we got all dressed up, I put my makeup on (and I say, it looked pretty damn good!). Charlie helped me pick out my shoes. We came out to the living room and I wanted to take a good picture of us. And for some reason, Chuck just was not cooperating. He just couldn't make the right face! So finally I gave up after getting maybe one decent one. 

 I walked to the dining room table and put the camera in my purse. Charlie says "I have one more thing to give you..." I turn and look at him and there's a ring box in his hand. I immediately start saying "No, No, No.... You can't do this now!" He gets down on one knee with box open. I start crying. "No! I just did my makeup!" (And yes I know, that didn't matter. And I should have just went with it, but I was not expecting it right then!) "Leah Bair, Will you be my wife?" He looked nervous. All I could do was hug him and kiss him and say yes! Butterflies were dancing in my stomach. I finally actually looked at the ring, and he did great. It was the black diamond I wanted, and it was the right kind of antiquey. I put it on, but took it off and told him he had to put it on me. So as he slid the ring on my finger, I was ecstatic. Let me tell you though, you don't know how fast that moment is over. And I don't mean the happiness. I mean, the moment he asks, the slow motion you think is happening but really it is flying by. So you really have to cherish that moment.

So, I promised him I would wait a week before I started "planning." And now it has been a week. I can go crazy! Tonight though, I'll take it easy. I have other projects to finish first.... and well, Charlie's closing tonight, so I'm kind of lonely waiting for him to get home and just want to watch sad sappy movies, or zombie movies (but that never changes).


p.s. now I know why Charlie couldn't take a good picture. He was nervous about the ring in his pocket. Hehe.

p.s.s. I'm Engaged! :)