My writing

All right, so I figured that today would be the day I introduced you to the book I wrote in November 2012. I have yet to get it published, mostly because it needs editing and I need a lot of time at once in order to edit.
So, here goes nothing.

This is what I'm hoping my cover page will look like when it finally gets published. Notice that I say when not if because I am so determined to fix it until it is publishable.

This is almost what I visualize as my main character. Her name is Juliette when we first meet her. Later we figure out that her true name is Isabella. She is raised in an adoptive family. The only thing about her adoptive family that makes Juliette stand out is that they are all Asian.

                                                    Truly her hair is blonde with streaks of pink and blue,and it's normally slicked back in a bun, but I am not an artist and neglected to find something more fitting. You get the idea though.)
So Juliette finds out that she is a princess from the crazy lady: Carmen.

There are a lot of struggles though before she can truly settle down in her new life.
Interested in reading it? Comment and I would be more than willing to send it to you, especially if you would want to edit a little. :D
Does it sound interesting? I hope so, because I want to make it interesting to the whole world.
Til later!
~Blondie~

I just want a job I like.

Yes, I know. You just read the title of this blog and some of you went 'wait, so do I!' Others may have rolled your eyes, while maybe some of you shook your head because you are fortunate enough to love or at least like your job. Those who like or love your jobs are lucky. But I'm rambling so let me start on a path that makes at least partial sense.
For the past two summers I have been a nanny to three sweet, lovable kids. It was a full time job, but even with the lower-than-average pay I loved it. So much that I was extremely disappointed to hear that this summer the kids would be old enough to be on their own. With that fact in mind, I set off to find a job this past December. I applied and applied and applied but I didn't get anywhere until March, when I landed a job at Dominos. Sure, it was fast food in a sense but I worked at Runza in 2012 and I knew there was nothing that could be worse than that.
Let me backtrack. Before I get any further I would like to point out that I am not bad mouthing these companies. It had nothing to do with the companies with why I dislike working at them, it just deals with me.
So now I work at Dominos, but I am absolutely burnt out from working with food. I end up getting home every night smelling gross and my feet and legs constantly hurt. So, I will reiterate my title. I just want a job that I like. A job that I could walk in every day and believe in everything I do. But, until I graduate college, I guess I'll stick with food and possibly retail in order to pay for life.
Well, you've heard my obsessing, so now it's your turn! What job do you have or have you had that just drove you nuts? Were you on your feet a lot? Did you have to talk on the phone a lot? Was it really confusing? Whatever it is, just write about it in the comments! I won't judge! :)
~Blondie~

I have a pretty little obsession

Hi guys! How's life? I just spent the day doing nearly nothing. Okay fine, I woke up, ate toast for breakfast, watched my sisters' soccer game, came home, ate lunch, applied for a second job, ate dinner and... Oh! There is that one thing I did...
So when I first heard about the show Pretty Little Liars all I could think was 'This is ridiculous. Crazy, scary, nothing I would ever watch.' Then I watched a Halloween episode and I was hooked. Once I mentally got the four main characters straight (Hanna, Spencer, Aria, and Emily) I could follow along to the new episodes. Nowadays, though, there is only a day until the new episode and I desperately want to get through the previous seasons before the new episode comes out because sometimes I get a little...lost.
So, for those of you that don't know anything about the show, here's the gist: the main characters mentioned above were at a sleepover with their friend Alison on the night she went missing. Later she is found to be 'dead' but they get these texts from the mysterious A as weird and creepy, even life-threatening things keep happening. The thing is, this new episode supposedly tells us who A is (yeah so catch up before you watch brand-new or the series will be ruined for you. I hope.) and I'm watching through these 45 minute episodes trying to find my own clues as to who it could be. So yes, as the title says, I have a Pretty Little obsession.
Whelp, now that you've heard me obsess over MY favorite show, tell me what yours is! Just comment your favorite show and I will pick one or two to right about in my next blog post!
Good night! ~Blondie~

Sock bears

http://pinterest.com/pin/90283167506259817/

And now for our last project. We used the last socks from the four pack we bought to make little teddy bears. It seems silly, I know, and our bears would tend to agree, but they actually turned out adorably.

You need 3+ buttons and 1 sock. Your supplies should include some thread, a needle, and a permanent marker. 

Above, you can see a rough sketch for the sock pattern. The toe part should look like the outline of ears. The butt should be the heel of the sock. Cut out the lines in the rough sketch, but add your own flair in any way you want. 

Make sure that the pieces have the wrong sides out then stitch along all sides except half of one side on every piece. Once you have that done, inside it out without tying off the thread. Then stuff the piece, fold in the fabric then press them together with your fingers as you stitch up the side. Then tie it and cut it off. 

The one piece that is odd is the body. Stitch the legs inside out the whole time, then cut the thread off, right side it out and stuff it. 

At the top of the body put stitches in it that makes a circle, then tighten it up to close the hole. The tail of the thread can then be tied to the end of the thread, then cut it off. This will create the body and when you have the head and arms stuffed you can move into putting it all together.

The arms should be simple to sew on in the area that arms go, as is above. For the head, take the stub at the top of the body and stitch the back of the head to the stub. The ending look should be something like above. 

Next pick out your buttons and sew on a nose and eyes. If you want, accessorize you bear in any other way you like. 

These are our bears: 

So we didn't go precisely by the instructions but they turned out adorably! Enjoy! 

~Blondie~ 

It's raining, I'm not snoring...

Last night this very interesting storm came through my little town. I dislike storms more than you could believe, and as the wind whipped the chairs on our deck, and the lightening was echoed with thunder, my imagination started to go crazy with ideas of what could happen. Broken windows, fallen trees... Sure it wasn't even a storm worth caring about, but my imagination is powerful. Do any of you ever do this? Next time it rains, snows, or there is any inclement weather let your imagination run free. Though it's scary, it also brings a little bit of fun to the storm.
I'll finish my last craft post soon!
~Blondie~

Sock gloves

http://interestings.org/diy-mittens-gloves/

Yep, you read the title right... Sock gloves. I know it sounds silly, but they are actually completely adorable. We didn't exactly follow the directions to the T on this one, but this project has a lot of room for the crafter's choice. 

First, start out with a pair of long socks. Short socks would probably work but you'd want the part without the feet to be at least half as long as these. 

Cut off the feet of the socks. Most people would just throw away the feet, but my sisters took the feet from ours and found they were comfy as around-the-house socks. 

Next you want to put the socks on your arms. The top of the sock should be by your elbow. Adjust the sock until you know where you want your thumb to bed, then mark it out with a small line half the size of you thumb at the base. Then take each off and cut where you marked it out. 

You should have something that looks relatively like this. From there you can decorate it and make it yours. 

Sabrina's looked like this. She plans on drawing on them to make them her own. 

So that's the gloves we made! Pretty simple, right? The fun part about this is how you can make it anyway you like. I hope you have fun making it your own! ~Blondie~ 

The end of the thing we've been working for for 15 years

The last two weeks have been constant thoughts about graduating, school ending, keeping the memories, and so many emotions that go swirling through everything it's so hard to believe that this is it. This is the end. 

I remember preschool. I mean, not well, but I spent two years in the same classroom playing house, coloring, thinking that that was how school was for everyone in every grade. I remember using sugar cubes to make tea for my teachers, and I remember loving the markers that were stuck in a block of work so we wouldn't lose the marker tops. Then those two years ended and I no longer had my little orange flower symbol by my name so I knew it was my name.

Kindergarden I remember writing things by copying from a projector, and I remember writing my name for the first time. Nap time was mandatory for us, and I couldn't stand it. Nowadays that's all I hope for. In first grade I remember sitting at tables in a little classroom, and I felt so grown up. I learned to read in second or third grade, and it took me a little longer to learn to read, if I remember correctly, than other kids in my class. After I learned to read, though, I couldn't stop. 

Fourth grade we were on a different floor of the school, and in the fall of that year we changed to a new house. My mom would drive my sisters, brother, and I to school every school day that whole year, and I remember bouncing over the gravel road as we went back and forth. When that year ended, though, we changed to a new school, and I said goodbye to my best friend. 

Fifth grade I got braces along with a new friend. Our moms became friends, and we would spend time through sixth grade just having fun together. Sixth grade I became the crazy gerbil girl, and I loved my little pets so much. 

Seventh grade was a whole new ball game. People from my old school and my new school combined in order to form my junior high. I became friends again with my friend from my old school, and we moved through the next two years as great friends. Eighth grade year we were the top of the junior high, and the "sevies" had nothing on us. We felt like we could take on the whole world. 

When I became a freshman, we were all taken down a few notches. We were the bottom of the pile, and that meant we needed to learn our place. I marched long and hard in band, and put my heart into golfing. "Freshman hell day" left me with a great friend as a senior who fluffed my hair up and put some wash out color in it. She made me a shirt and bought me breakfast, and we've been friends since then. 

Sophomore year was a hard year. I dealt with girls on my golf team who treated me unfairly, and I would sometimes just feel like giving up. I helped out with our fall play with the new director, Mrs. Morgenson, dictating that I was the animal tamer. I became a better person that year, because I learned that I was stronger than I thought I was. 

Junior year started the worrying about college. Every day I would receive a piece if mail from a different college. At some point I filled a full-sized trash bag with all the college mail I had collected. I felt sure I knew where I was going, and I wasn't about to let the brochures influence me. I dated a guy for three months who dumped me on Facebook, and I realized I had to be careful who or what I invested my heart in. 

Senior year I started applying for scholarships on August 1st. I wanted to earn every scholarship possible. School started up, and I had fun with my friends at homecoming, then I applied for only two schools. I knew that I was a good enough student to get into at least one of the two schools. Fall play I played a handful of supporting roles with a lot of lines. I was proud of myself, and even managed to overcome my stage fright for the duration of the performances. After I received my acceptance letter for both colleges I knew I was in the school I had wanted since my freshman year. 

November brought me someone I never thought I would meet, and his name is Alex. Since the 7th of November we've been attached by the hip. When January came, and I was 18 everything became so real I wasn't quite sure what to do. In March I decided against my dream college and instead decided on a school much for fitting to what I wanted; Hastings College. Graduation came all too fast with senior festivities and tons of family and friends. Now here I am. I've been a graduate for a week and two days, and I'm throwing away all that remains of these last weeks. It's cheesy, I know, but here those flowers lay, dead and put in the trash. Everything is just memories, and suddenly the excitement is gone. Onto another part of life.