Wall “Pop” Art.

10245341_10152347801988363_85149871947422774_nAfter my successful make-your-own menu board, I had an itch to do more. So I did. My current bathroom color scheme is pinks, greys, and oranges. Girly, I know. I really love the yellow and grey theme too but just couldn’t decide and I ultimately opted for the pink theme. However, my bathroom was pretty empty. I had a few abstract paintings because I temporarily dipped my brush and thought I could paint. But I never really was pleased with the result. So the next best thing is fabric right? The pattern is already there. It looks simple yet classy.

IMG_5363And when I say simple, I really do mean it. I bought two 16″ x 20″ canvas’ and four 11″ x 8 1/2″. I also bought a half yard of simple abstract fabric and another half yard with flowers. The rest was literally the same concept as gluing buttons to paper but in the grown up version of hot glue and fake flowers.

I’ve posted a few pictures of the final result! I love them and can’t wait to do more once I decide what theme I want my “future” bedroom to be. Happy crafting everyone!

We have a little thing going around work for the community to get to know us better because, after all, we are a newspaper. So, if we wanted we could fill out a short survey and submit a photo. Yesterday, my summary was featured. Give it a thumbs up and share if you’d like! Check it out here! #WeAreTheHerald

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The weekend has come to a close once again. I’ve noticed that it happens every five days or so. I live in what I like to call the “normal working world.” I work Monday through Friday, 8-5. Whenever someone asks me if I work tomorrow, meaning Monday, I feel like bonking them on the head with a mallet. Of course I work on Monday. Normal people work on Monday. I often think that people who don’t work the “norm” are either teenagers, night owls, or college kids. There are always exceptions. Nurses, doctors, lawyers; they all seem to have wacky hours but I’m assuming they went into those professions fully aware of what they were getting themselves into.

IMG_5285Anyways, before my “normal” period of time off otherwise known as a weekend ended, it was great. Saturday, I did some spring cleaning. I was going to say “sprung clung” but I have a feeling that one can’t past tense the word ‘spring’ and make a new word for ‘clean’ because cleaned didn’t sound right.

I also [a week and a half later] started on my meal board. I have to say, it looks fabulous so far. I am actually making two simultaneously so that I can sell the other when done. I am at a temporary standstill because I need to run to the store after work and get a few more supplies to finish the boards up. I’ll keep you updated and I plan on posting a step-by-step tutorial for everyone to follow and make their own. Can I just quit my job and become a professional crafter? Speaking of which, why on this green Earth have I not discovered the wonderful world of hot glue guns until just now? Amazing.

As we all know, I’m sure even the non-Christian world knows, that it was Easter Sunday yesterday. Why do we always say “Easter Sunday” anyhow? It’s always on a Sunday? We went home to each of our parents homes for the day. We visited with family, laughed, and ate until we had food babies – all that fun stuff. It felt so good to forget about the stresses of the non-weekend days. It was calming to be out in the sun and out of the city. Just the trees and the family. Peaceful and refreshing.

IMG_5312And today is Easter Monday. Coming back after a quick weekend always gives me a “mreh” feeling but I woke up happy and ready to make a count down for next weekend when I’ll see my brother walk down the prom aisle. Something, I didn’t think I’d ever see.

The Easter bunny came to the workplace over the weekend. I was surprised to receive a gift card, two free hours of PTO, and a eos lip balm. Score! To top it off, I also won the drawing for two Wiz Khalifa tickets and VIP parking. Is it my lucky day or what?

Good things come in good time.

A Person’s A Person, No Matter How Small.

A quote from one of Dr. Seuss’ genius archives of imaginative wonder in the book “Horton Hears A Who!”

This video gave me the chills and I just had to share. I will always be pro-life and in the era that we are in, it seems to be harder and harder to defend it. This little girl (now teenager) can change so many lives by being proactive in spreading the word and the cause.

Please read and watch. Please listen to what she has to say. I want to point out that while I often encourage comments, this isn’t a forum for negativity and the “other side.” Believe me, I’ve heard it time and time again. Here isn’t the place. Today, I’m helping to spread the word about life and the wonder that it entails.

Thank you for your time.

Does Heaven Have DQ Ice Cream Cake?

Happy Friday. I had chosen not to write this week because I ran into an occurrence where I got really frustrated with someone. Bitching it out to my sounding board wasn’t working and the only thing that let me free my anger was to write about it; which I did. Writing my anger out is a good release for me especially when I am aware that I am overreacting over something so trivial because the paper doesn’t judge. Or really, the blank page on the screen doesn’t judge. But..I didn’t post it.

enhanced-7872-1395329299-5I didn’t post it because I knew it was hate. I don’t want to advertise hate. And I know that I would probably get some kind of hate in return. Karma, I suppose. On the other hand, I wanted to post it because I saw a picture about writing the truth (see right) and I agree completely with it. But the way the post was constructed was absolutely absurd and I really think that if I re-read it right now; I’d feel like a complete asshole.

At some point, when I’m ready, I plan on digging out my demons and letting people hear what I have to say in the most true and raw sense but this blog, right here..it’s not the place.

Today is one of my guardian angels birthdays. She was one of the happiest and funniest people I had ever known. Thinking back to earlier this week when I had written such an ill-tasted post; I’m so happy that I didn’t publicize it. Although the situation really irked me, I thought about a couple posts I’d written in my old blog about Aron when I found out about her death. I talked about finding the good in people like Aron did and accepting everyone for who they were instead of what they stood for. If you’d like to check either of them out, I’ll post them below.

IMG_5154Aron was a trooper. Literally and figuratively. She was everyone’s role model whether they realized it or not. Her smile, her attitude, everything – it lit up whichever room she walked into. It didn’t matter if you were gay, black, fat, or ugly; she’d make you feel welcome. All that outside superficial bullshit didn’t matter to her. Billy Joel knew what he was talking about when he said “only the good die young.” It’s true, it really really is. I could only hope that I could find the good in people like she did. That I didn’t judge so easily and that I wouldn’t have lingering anger towards others. At the very least, Aron’s death has thought us all to hug those we love a little tighter, keep in contact even when time passes, and open our hearts to everyone no matter what.

Happy birthday, Aron. We miss you.

Click below to read more about Aron and the effect she had on the lives of the people that were fortunate enough to know and love her:

We Shouldn’t Have To Say Goodbye Yet.
I Want To Be A Better Person.

I Love You More.

Everyone is entitled to their own thoughts and emotions. It’s just how you choose to deal with them..

Through a hectic that shouldn’t have been hectic weekend, I’m finally home with my Tim Hortons hot chocolate. In the beginning of and actually most of the day I had such a negative point of view. I was being a Debbie Downer and let other people get to me when I should have really been enjoying time spent with the people I was with.

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Setting all that aside though, I was happily humbled by the once again realization that I am immensely blessed. I have the best family anyone could ever ask for. There are no words to describe how momentous of an impact my parents have made on my life. In a world of drug addicts, adultery, divorce, and hate; they managed to still bring up three awesome (if I do say so myself) kids. They filled our hearts up with love, our brains up with knowledge and our minds up to be open.

I was reminded today that although I’m not going to like everyone. I’m not going to accept everyones lifestyles and I’m not going to except everyones inconsiderate foolishness; that no matter what, I’ll always have a family. I’ll always be loved no matter what. And even though it just sounds silly, I’m not talking about the usual love. My parents don’t just love us kids because we are their offspring. We aren’t just three toads that they raised and threw off into the world. No matter where we are in our lives or how old we ever get – they will still care about us.

The sad thing is, I don’t think this is as common as I previously thought it was. I think there are a lot of people out there that hurry up and get the kids old enough to raise themselves and then they are set free without the support of what is right and what is wrong. Do they give up on parenthood? I don’t know, to each their own. What matters is that my parents never gave up.

We are now 24, 21, and 18. We all live completely different lives in different towns. We are all at different stages of our early adulthood. We pay our own bills (except the 18 year old who is still in school). We make our own decisions and we have our own viewpoints on every situation but the one thing we have in common is that our family, all 5 of us, matter to each other more than anything else in this entire..everything. More than the world can even handle.

So thank you mom and dad. Thank you for creating a good wholesome family structure. Thank you for showing us what love is. Thank you for staying home on Friday and Saturday nights. Thank you for picking me up drunk and grounding me for an entire summer. Thank you for teaching us lessons and for giving us the sex talk. Thank you for letting us make our own decisions. Thank you for being faithful. Thank you for being the best parents in the entire history of parents being parents because believe it or not, people would kill to have what we have. I love you all.

I can’t figure out how to embed a video into a post so here’s the link for the Flipagram I made with my favorite people in it: Family!