Monday blues

Remember that show weekenders? It was one of those Saturday morning cartoons on, I think it was ABC. I remember that line from the theme song “I’m living for the weekend.”
Defiantly my life.
Its days like this (Mondays) that make me realize how important weekends truly are. Whether it be catching up on homework, spending time with friends and family, or just chillaxing. I think we are all just “living for the weekend.” That time of week that just re-energizes us. Imagine trying to get through two weeks without a weekend in between. Just like lavender is God’s gift to my mother, weekends are God’s gift to me.
Most of my weekends consist of the library, music, and whatever art project I have going on. The pass few months I have been working on some people’s Christmas presents. I am really proud of some of the things I’ve made, even if it did make a HUGE mess. ( we are talking mod podge everywhere.)
The weekend is also my time to watch some TV. I rarely watch it during the week because there is little time and I can’t seem to follow a TV show for more than three weeks. So the weekend is the most logical time to watch something, often a movie of some sorts. This week it was Michael Clayton. I really enjoyed it, even if I was hopelessly lost for a while.
I am trying to come up with a list of movies I should watch, so if you can think of any let me know.
I hope you all have an amazing week.
Peace out.

clothes closet

Today I went to the thrift store in town. They have this sale called “third Thursdays,” you fill up a paper bag for five dollars. When my older sister lived at home we would always go. I am often forgetting about the sale, but this month I remembered. I bought some knitted tops, a jumper, a few belts, and um…….. I can’t remember what else.
I have made some amazing finds their, ones that have lasted me for years. Which is really saying something considering my track record with clothes. I am always ripping, staining, or reinventing me clothes.
I am a BIG fan of thrift stores. Not only because they are an ecology sound way of getting not wasting perfectly good clothing. But you never know what you will find. I also never seem to be on the same page as the other stores when it comes to clothes. Styles come and go so fast I am never sure what I am supposed to be wearing. So it just makes sense to get what I want and wear it when I want. There is nothing like a loud dress or corduroy. It is clothing like that that makes me enjoy my entire. And with the weather getting colder, you need something that warms your style desires.
I hope to soon be able to upload pictures of my clothing adventures for you all to see. My mother’s response to this was “are you sure?” Or maybe she was just referring to my brown jumpsuit. Whatever it was, I refuse to let that stop me for sharing my various style choices, if only so that I can look back and laugh.
That’s all for today. I’ll try to post on a regular basis. But the likelihood of people actually reading my blog is low.

An explanation

I guess I should explain the name of my blog

Last year a kid at my job (after school care) started to call me “lady goldfish” after I served goldfish three days in a row for snack.

I still work at, and enjoy that school. Every year I am surprised with the new kids and the witty, humorous, and deep things they have to say.

But my job is not my only enjoyment. I love music, thrift stores, sewing, reading, biking, cooking, Frisbee when people will play with me, and kids.

Kids are a very large part of my life. I have loved kids for as long as I can remember. In fact, I plan to be an elementary teacher one day.

Everything about kids interests me. They way they play and learn. I have even found myself reading child development books in middle school. My job may not be my only enjoyment, but it does take up a lot of my time. Even though it is just an after school job and I don’t work more than four days a week. After I come home there is a “wind down time,” where I go threw what happened that day. It is easier to find humor in what the kids say when I am not running around.

I have recently found that I am wearing clothes that are surprisingly similar to a few of the kindergarteners. This has happened on more than one occasion, and I’m sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, I am glad to have someone to share style tips with. But on the other hand, it may mean it looks like my mother dressed me. This is not the case.

At times my mother laughs at me when I leave the house. She’ll say things like “oh, you are too cute” or “huh.” Which is a lot better than what I get from some of my other family members.

Well, I hope I did ok for my first blog.

I hope you all enjoyed my mindless chatter and come back for more.