Wal-Mart is wrong, PERIOD.

Let's say you live in a state where medical marijuana was legal. Ok add the fact that you are terminally ill into that mix. Now let's say you have a job, a decent job, one you work really hard at, it pays your bills and provides you with insurance.


Ok, now you lost it.

Why you ask? Because your employer tested you after you hurt yourself on the job, and that herb that was keeping your horrible and nauseating pain away shows up. Now you never smoked before work, or worked under the influence. You didn't use for fun, or to *get high*. You were in pain, and it helps more effectively and less dangerously than ANY pain reducer on the market, prescription or otherwise.

This is outrageous to say the least. Wal-Mart is wrong, and they need to know it. If you agree, please email them, tell them that they are wrong and tell them that you wont shop there anymore.

Thats what I intend to do. I may not ever shop there again, which is not something I have ever considered before. I was a die-hard Wal-Mart shopper, making it a point to visit any new stores that opened, I like the merchandise, I like the savings. But not anymore. SAY NO TO IGNORANCE.

read the story here and contact wal-mart here

How I Spent March 9th (so far)

I woke up today wanting desperately to go camping, in a way I have never experienced before. So I jump outta bed, go to hit the net for supplies and all that good stuff. The internet is out :( so I watch TV instead.

When my dad and Jer wake up, we take care of the phone and its all set up again (obviously I am blogging right now lol). They took care of it really fast and while he is on the phone I look at my hair and decide I want to cut off the hack job the lady did on V-Day and maybe dye it a new color. Jer picks black (which I had secretly been wanting) but when I run it by the daddio, he thinks I will look bad, so I nix it. Apparently Jeremy also thought I should stick with red, but thought I didnt want red anymore so said black.

I go to the Supercuts (i had already spent 20 on this hair and it was an epic fail) and the girl is SO good at her job. She cut ALL the split ends (which I almost never have so I was super glad to see them gone) and fixed the bangs :).

I go to Sally's to buy my dye, and another brand has a buy 3 get 6 oz of my favorite conditioner/sealer for free. YAY!

So here I am, covered in dye (I forgot how much harder it is to do it alone) and waiting for it to set:

And my delicious lunch, Kalua Pork from the Hawaiian BBQ at the end of the street (on a side note this is an entry for my 101in1001):

Wet hair, right out of the towel, so this is the color my hair is when it is wet:

And finally! My hair totally dry and put up (i didnt feel up to styling it, and i lost my flat iron):

So there was my day (so far) and now I am off to work on some Geisha ATCs :)

I am no good :(

Ok, so leaving Craftster is kinda getting to me. I miss being able to share opinions and art with people on a daily basis. So I went to look for a new forum, and with my new obsession with ATCs I thought that a forum highlighting that would be ideal. I found atcsforall.com and figured I would try it out. First I was pretty sure I would be miserable, so I asked how to delete my profile (I looked everywhere before asking). Everyone was so nice that I decided to give it a real try. A bunch of people recommended adding some cards to the trading gallery, so I set forth to make some. I decided on a Travel themed set. I got halfway through the first one and started feel anxious, like it wouldn't be good enough. By the second card I decided to stop. Art should never make me feel like this, and it never has before (even swapping for as long as I did, I almost never worried about what I made, I knew I did my best).




I don't hate them, but I don't think they would be trade worthy. I do kind of hate that I feel so unsure of myself. I said it when I started out that I made these cards for me, and trading wasn't in my plan. I should have stuck to that plan.

Pouting because...?

On a message board I rarely participate in because there are MANY many MANY people with whom I strongly disagree with on most topics, and they are brutal about it, a woman posted a pity party thread that her request for prayers for her mother in law were largely ignored, while Marie Osmond received pages and pages. My issue with this:

1. Prayers are wishes, absolutely no tangible purpose.
2. She was upset that people didnt take time out of their lives to post that they were making wishes for her.
3. She seemed to really believe that if more people would have posted (or in her mind cared) it would have made a difference.
4. She is now relying on her *true friends* to wish for her.

Um, okay???

That is so petty, immature, odd and emotionally manipulative. You guys didnt make me feel wanted, so now you feel guilty for it. Boo-frickin-hoo. The fact that ANYONE made wishes for you, much less posted that they would, is better than none. Especially when what you WANT is support, not wishes.

It is just baffling to me that she would even think to post the pity party thread at all...

A little me :)

Working on my ATC's and decided to do a picture for the topic of "Childhood". I have a shit ton of baby pictures so I just grabbed a handful and picked the one I liked the best of those 10 or so. This is someone's birthday, likely mine. All I used was Picasa, so it isn't all fancy, but I really like it :).

Craft Room Chronicles Pt. 1

So I have been slowly working on my craft room, re-arranging it, cleaning and such. So here is where it stands right now. I know it looks empty, but I am putting my sewing stuff into the other bedroom along with some of my other crafting stuff. I haven't decided for sure if this is how I want it to stay, but I figured it would be cool to chronicle the evolution of the space.

My computer area

 

All my supplies for papercrafting.

The corner that has no purpose yet.

This is how my room looked the last time I took pictures, May of 2009. This was when I shared the room with Ashley still (tenants leaving later) so I was only using about 3/4 of the room.

 

The view from the door

 

My sewing area

 

The wall behind to the side of my desk.

 

Supplies, looks pretty similar lol.

 

My very full shelf, I am glad I am starting over in that department.

So that's my room, as it stands. It has changed alot since 2005, and it will change even more I know it.

It has happened again.....

...The boys moved out last night. I thought it was stupid to move your life because someone gets sicker (especially and older person) but I knew that I don't always understand human emotions. So I did my best to keep it to myself. Well as it turns out, it was partially my fault. Well FUCK THAT. I am an awesome sister and I do everything I possibly can (and sometimes even things I can't/shouldn't)  for the people I love. I still blame myself, because that is my nature, but I won't (READ WILL FUCKING NOT) let them make me feel like shit. Not again.

The only thing that really irks me is that they had the audacity to say that we were "trying to hustle" them out of their next rent payment. They left with less than 24 hours notice, and while I exxagerrated the exact nature of the impact of them not paying us, it is still practical sense. But whatever, unlike every other time, we are ok this time. My dad is working and even at only part time he can cover what they would have been paying plus a little which is good. If we were the fucked up people they think we are, we could sue them for a month's rent, but we would NEVER do that, we tried to get only the next payment because when you move out suddenly people still have bills to pay.

We consistently *lose* money by helping people and letting them live here. But of course we are just money hungry and want whatever we can (obviously my threat to take their PS3 was a bit over the top, but I was really mad because my brother, my FUCKING brother, didn't care for a second that he was screwing us, or hurting us, or anything other than his stupid boyfriends' selfish needs).

But that just shows that he really didn't care about being a family, we were just a place to stay till they wanted to stay somewhere else. Just like everyone else. I know I am not letting anyone move in for a very long time. I can't go through this again, not for a while. Plus it is obvious that other that my dad, no one really wants to live with me anyway.

I am still a little mad, but I am not really hurting as much as the last few times. I think I am just numb to it all. Josh is happy, and that is still really important to me. And me and my dad are actually going to spend time together tonight. Plus Jeremy promised we will start doing more things together, and I am going to get out there and try to make friends somewhere. I dont know where, but I am going to try :).