{Insert Hammer Time music if you so choose…I did. HA!}

So, I’m sure the following sentence will be of no surprise to anyone who knows me, but I got on the computer to look at Dell prices (we’re getting a $70 coupon for either an Inspiron or Studio) and whether I really want a mini or not (the idea is nice but the reality isn’t enough to one hundred percent convince me yet. Damn my indecisiveness!) BUT I was instantly sidetracked by netvibes and the beautiful blogs that it held over my head. Because of these blogs and shops and pictures and lovely things random topics keep popping into my head at lightning speed.

SO, here it goes;

♥ Bangs ♥

I love bangs, I always have, and I think I have the perfect unusually long forehead to be able to pull them off. HOWEVER, (my dogs just barked at the ice maker. GAH, silence is so bittersweet!) I can’t seem to find anyone who can do them right (my hair is…well, I don’t really know what it is but the bangs look cute once they are first cut but by the time I get home they have risen about an inch or two and completely loose the effect) and it’s just too humid here, add in the heat and the dark thickness of my hair and my forehead feels like it’s in a furnace. Speaking of hair, mine is just past my shoulders now! Woo! I still refuse to let anyone touch it until it is at mid-back. I miss having long hair and since ’summer’ is nearly over it’s safe to start to grow it out again. I’m hoping that once it’s grown out I can then get it styled in a way that doesn’t resemble the 80’s, which is what every hair stylist seems to want to do with my hair…or maybe my hair just wants to do it on it’s own.

♥ Location, Location, Location ♥

I’m ready for a change of scenery and BAD. I’m growing tired of being chased in doors from April to October for fear of dying of heat exhaustion. I want to live somewhere where I can explore year round. I want to live somewhere that isn’t so humid it might as well be raining. I want to live somewhere where it snows, at least a little bit. I want to live somewhere where the leaves change color. I want to live somewhere where I can have a seasonal wardrobe. That’s the truth of it; I want to live somewhere with seasons, people don’t realize how wonderful seasons are until you’ve lived somewhere where it feels like fall one day and summer the next, spring one day and summer the next, winter never and summer always. Yesterday, I sat (well, more like stood) on the porch and painted; I had two fans on me and was still sweating. My fresh from the fridge water was warm after about five minutes of sitting out there and the poor dog collapsed in front of the box fan at my feet. Nich keeps telling me that I would be happy in the west due to the dry heat rather than deathly humid heat. One more reason to point my compass west. Now I just need the money and a car that would make it past El Paso.

♥ Dress Making ♥

I really want to start making clothes. I’ve been working on my bag for the past few months (I guess first I need a permanent work place where I won’t be forced to stash everything away before I’m finished, resulting in my scattered brain to forget about it or loose interest for a few weeks/months.) and I’ve been making little crocheted mascots and fans to try and sell at the schools and it’s just been so much and fun and so freeing. Not to mention the feeling of accomplishment that fills me when I have finished crocheting an owl using my own brain as a pattern (photos will come soon. I’m a lazy ass who can barely get on the computer to update something as easy as a blog, let alone upload, edit, resize and post pictures. How do people do it?!). Anyways, I think the only thing stopping me is money and the ability to feel comfortable in whatever I make. Ugh, stupid body issues.

Speaking of which I haven’t told…well, anybody, actually. I went to the doctor about a month ago and did tests for something that I don’t much prefer to get into and about a week ago my mom and I went back to hear the results. Turns out I have a hypothyroid condition. You see there’s some number scale of something that the thyroid produces (I know, very helpful). The normal is, I think, four to six, I’m at three. She said that while it’s not serious yet, if not treated it can get lower and lower, so it’s best to start now while it’s not life threatening or anything. Anyways, she put me on this new medication, which I was a bit hesitant about seeing as I am so close to fully turning my life around without medication and I really don’t want to get on anything that could be just a detrimental to my health as all the psychological ones were, but once she told me the things it could help I nearly cried right there in the office of shear relief; weight loss, concentration, anxiety, everything that I feel all the anti-depressants and such worsened. It’s only been a week and though I don’t feel anything huge changing I do feel a bit different, in ways I can’t really explain either, but all good I can assure you. It’s weird.

In completely unrelated news; I had quite a scare yesterday. After having worked on the design for So-Disco and my renamed portfolio page, Elegant Lemon, I tried to come onto here and attempt to think of something witty to grace you all with but I couldn’t get through and the connection freaked out on me numerous times, not only on my computer but on my brother’s as well. After a few panicking moments I decided to just let it sit for a day and if it was still crapping out today then I would allow a total breakdown or two to occur. Thankfully here I am today breathing calmly and happily to see that my neglected baby is still in contact. You’d think that this would teach me a lesson to actually pay attention to my beloved blog but it probably won’t. I am a terrible blog mother.

Well, I am thinking about going over to Best Buy to take a look at their minis at my own leisure and without being rushed out by Ted this time.

Love to you all
-Rain-