A payment came through on Paypal this evening so I made a quick trip to the store to buy some much needed milk. Of course, I get in the sloooowest fucking line, even though it’s the 10 or less register. During my idle time I start looking around, taking in the store I’ll now be spending more time in and I noticed the customer in front of me. She had no shoes on. None. One daughter had them on but the other didn’t.

What the hell? They couldn’t even put on some flip flops? I was disturbed but there wasn’t much I could do. It’s not like she didn’t know she wasn’t wearing them, how could you not?

I just don’t get it. I remember as a kid walking to the grocery store in the summer barefoot because I hated shoes then and still hate them. But I brought some sandals of some sort to slip on before going in the store! Besides the fact that there was a “No shoes, no shirt, no service” sign posted. It’s just consideration for everyone else. Granted, flip flops don’t hide unsightly feet but still. I’ve just never been so smacked in the face with another person’s lack of class. Wow.

We’re in another apartment now, but at least this is a newer one. Oy. I HATE moving.

I’m exhausted, achey and feel like screaming, but I’m okay I guess. The move went okay, plenty of last minute stuff as always, but it’s all good I guess. It ended with an argument between John’s mom and myself and I’m still a little upset about it, but at least she lives a couple hours away. Whatever. I’m tired of other people, so I don’t really care.

Off to finish unpacking and setting up my temporary desk and scrap area (we’ll be moving it to our bedroom once we go wireless next month).

Egads, my life is pretty dull these days.

So it’s not good enough that when we give Ashleigh soda it’s Diet Sprite. You’d think it wouldn’t be that interesting to her. And we can’t even tell her “No more soda, it’s gone” anymore. Nope. Want to know why?

She responds with “Go in car or truck (she covers all bases) and buy more soda?”

We can not get ANYthing by this girl!

Why the hell doesn’t IE view PNG files the right way? What the fuck? I hate GIF files and don’t want a damn white background JPEG, but nooooo, IE won’t view them correctly. @$)(&%@! Internet Explorer. You suck!

How can I express my love for php? Oh my…can we say…love, love, love?

No, I don’t understand everything in Zen Cart, but I have managed to make the rest of Cashewstyle.com easy to update thanks to php, AND it looks like the cart. So, kudos to php for making my life MUCH easier.

Almost done with configuring my cart…this is exciting! I just need to remind myself that other digital scrapbooking supply sites have been up for a while. It’s hard, looking around online and sometimes I feel overwhelmed and devastated. At times I feel like all this hard work, suffering through my carpal tunnel and arthritis to get this done, isn’t worth it. But I know at least some people like my stuff and they support me big time. I have to remember I’m doing this because I like to, not for comparison to others. Oy, that is hard to remember.

Less than a week until we move…woo hoo!

I’m not usually an article linker, but this one on the possibility of a single gene being responsible for many natural mood states of people is very interesting.

Granted, it deals with the enzyme that controls levels of serotonin in the brain and therefore doesn’t apply to my bipolar disorder. Still, interesting, and a possible positive future from some psychiatric disorders.

I’ve been busy lately, but I imagine you knew that what with my lack of posting. I finally found Zen Cart for Cashewstyle.com but I haven’t had the time (or quiet) to customize it to look like the rest of my site. If I had the money I’d have someone else do it just to save the headache. I did finish another kit, Americana, and even did a layout with it (the one to the right). Okay, so I’ve been a major scrappin’ fool the past weekend, but it felt good to get things done. Oh yeah, and I want to switch my scrappin section, where I showcase all my layouts, to Word Press, but I keep telling myself “after I get the cart set up” and that hasn’t happened, so eventually Word Press will happen. It’s installed, but that’s it. Here’s some recent layouts I’ve done if you’re interested (yes, I’m aware not all are interested in scrappin but I really don’t care. I scrap, so I share):

-Big Shoes to Fill
-Butterfly Park
-New Playmate
-My Hopes, fears, dreams: I see in you
-Waiting for Daddy

The fourth was fairly uneventful, though we did drive a few blocks to the top of the hill to watch some fireworks. Ashleigh was more interested in playing with the flowers in bushes by the side of the road, but it was nice for John and I to sit in our chairs and enjoy the show and fresh air.

Yesterday we met up with John’s family because his brother and his family from Cheney were visiting the area for vacation. I tried not to stress about it and I managed to not freak out, which is good, because the day went well and was much needed. Aside from Ashleigh falling down a half flight of stairs in John’s other brother’s unfinished house, it was very uneventful. Thank goodness Ash wasn’t hurt, other than some bruises and scrapes, and I’m amazed I didn’t freak out. I think it’s because I’ve realized by now that if I freak out she’ll just get even more upset, and that’s just not good. I tell ya, that has got to be the worst feeling in the world, hearing her fall down the stairs and not getting to her fast enough. I literally stopped breathing and felt myself get lightheaded as I tried to rush to her without falling myself. It was an accident and could’ve happened anywhere, and I’m surprised it hadn’t happen soon. Gotta love my girl, the trooper. She played at the park like nothing happened.

On a nother note, why oh why does John’s mom continue to give stuffed animals to Ashleigh? Not only did Ash get some yesterday but it was a bag of them and they were used. And they smelled like a yucky storage unit. What the hell is wrong with thinking about how old your grandaughter is and giving her something age-appropriate and something she doesn’t already have ten trillian of?! And used…what the hell is that?! I’m sure she got them from her VFW or church thing or a local thrift store in her tiny town but gah, I don’t like used stuffed animals for my girl. Clothes…shoot, almost all of them are from my friends but furry things just isn’t right. Maybe it’s just me. Oh…and what the hell is up with a stuffed (hard as a rock, not soft at all) racoon? Oy. More stuff to drop off at the thrift store.

I’m trying hard not to laugh but Ashleigh is “painting” with her soda (diet Sprite). She found one of my paintbrushes and is using her soda as paint on her
notepad. Cute.