Powerpuffs save the day!

So I've taken a short break from my quilt to work on a simple dress. A powerpuff girl dress. Yes. I will be dressing as Buttercup. For Radcon. I really wish I had a black corset, because I just feel so unbelievably fat in this dress. Losing 7 pounds this month has not had any visual effect whatsoever. I can only hope in the next 2-3 weeks I will lose more! Haha. I am doing it for a friend though! We started watching Powerpuff Girls on Netflix and they're just really simple. Instead of doing a simple black band around the middle, we sewed the sash to the front and left the back long so that we can tie them into bows. The front of the dress is "modest", trust me it really bothers us to have such a high neckline! I seriously can't stand shirts touching me above the collar bone.

My friend is Blossom and made this amazing and giant hair bow. She just made it out of leftover dress fabric so it's pink instead of red, but it is still simply amazing. I love it and I want one. She said it turned out a lot better than she thought it would.

I'm going to add darts in the front and back of my dress because the sleeves are basically hanging on my shoulders and I'd like them to be closer together. There's definitely room in my dress to be smaller! Although it's not a stretch fabric at all so I shouldn't make it too huggy.

Speaking of losing weight, I believe I'm being more and more better (don't even try to correct that sentence) about food. At the moment I am making beef soup bone broth, using a slow cooker for the first time, and I am also cooking beans. Not canned beans, dried beans! They're really annoying with all the overnight soaking and now cooking for hours, but this is what a good woman does, right? Pre-plan meals? I also made rice, and plan on cooking up some ground beef and also making guacamole, so we can have burritos/tacos probably for lunch/dinner. We don't really eat at regular times, and I try to eat smaller portions while my boyfriend will eat until everything is gone. When I make enchilada's, I make 6 so there's 2 for each of us here. When he decides to eat 2 enchiladas I bitch constantly because he knows he shouldn't eat so much (I stuff them unbelievably full, it's like enchiladas you get at a mexican restaurant) but it's there and he WANTS it even though he already had one! He keeps saying that he's lost weight, and I don't really believe him because he keeps talking about when he's skinny and looks good he wants me to make him all of his clothes but he never bothers working out, he tries to get me to hand him things that are just out of arm's reach from him, but nooo he's losing a pound once in a while so why should he try harder? I'm pretty sure he is losing weight because of my trying harder to make us better food.

Sorry for the rant, but it's starting to get on my nerves! This is something that NEEDS to change and soon, because when I don't think and hand him something that required me to move more than he would have if he got it, that's just ridiculous and sad and pathetic. Sometimes when I say no I won't give him something he will explode saying how his hip will hurt like the old man he is in his early 20s, and that I can't expect him to do it and from now on I'm not going to listen to that bull.

Stop ranting. Stop it. I really needed it, though! I feel loads better. I'm just done being a maid!

What is the world coming too?

I automatically hit tab and it went from the title to the blog post instead of "publish" or any of the other buttons... THAT was a cool discovery...

I just read a blog post by another woman about how she is sick of children being spoiled rotten and babied. The post reminded me of a specific experience I had in High School.

Several of my teachers used their classes for experiments. One such occasion was when my Government teacher decided to give us 45 minutes in the computer lab to write one single spaced page on a subject. (I cant remember what subject it was.) Most students sat in their seats waiting for more information, and when he didn't give any, finally asked, "What are we supposed to write about?" He just told us to write a page on the subject. Again, the question: "Yes, but what about it?"

This was a normal sized class of 25-30 students and I am positive that I am the only, or at least one of the few students who wrote ANYTHING, much less the full page. I understood. I had no problem just typing for the full 45 minutes of anything I could think of, and making it a coherent report of some sort. All I could hear around me, and indeed I was asked, "What are we supposed to be writing?"

I explained several times that we just had to write whatever we wanted about the subject. Of course people only asked me after surfing the internet for most of the time. I am a fast typist, and I had trouble filling the full page with information in 45 minutes. In fact, most of my time in High School I noticed that when we had the computer lab for the full hour, most people only wrote a sentence or two. I spent my fair share of time NOT doing work in freshmen and sophomore year, but I finished my school work AT SCHOOL and never had to take it home.

A lot of people mention how independent they have grown up to be and how it's a result of being treated like we should be, with spankings and being grounded. I, however, don't remember being spanked. I simply stopped whatever I was doing if I was threatened with a spanking. I was also never grounded by my parents, (different story when I lived with my sister) but I'm sure I could have benefit from being grounded several times. I definitely went through a teenage angst stage. My younger brothers are a million times worse than I ever was, though. I attribute this to the fact that it's my dad raising them instead of my mom. They have selective hearing, are rude, do not stop talking regardless if you are on the phone or doing important work on the computer, they refuse to clean up after themselves, they cannot sit down at a table and eat their food without getting up several times to go back to the tv, which they NEVER turn off even when they finally go to bed. We don't have channels, just a Wii, therefore, Netflix.

Also, the WORST ideas come from my stepmothers family: They gave us the Wii, they gave my oldest younger brother an Iphone, not that it has minutes but it can still take pictures and connect to the internet and download apps. They gave us a leapfrog tablet, which has promptly been destroyed by my retarded brother who gets frustrated beyond belief when he cannot figure things out. (Yes, I call him retarded. He IS retarded, I don't consider it an offensive term.) Which they KNOW that he gets like that, yet they insist on giving these kids things that are making them not want to leave the house EVER. They don't want to go outside when kids come over to ask if he can play, or ride bikes. They are glued to multiple screens. They are no longer allowed on the laptop, since they broke 2 computers before, which turned out to be a good thing. These kids are being allowed and even encouraged to sit around all day. I can watch this happening and know that my generation is the last to be only HALF good. There are kids like me, who were sort of disciplined and took to it, then there are the other kids who were sort of disciplined and decided to forget that.

I'm sad to be a part of this last generation of some good people. I can only hope to give my future children a fighting chance in a world that is both too nice and too mean. There's a surprise at every turn, and whether it's a good thing or a bad thing is half the surprise. I've already lost hope in my brothers.

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WHAT is up with the pop- ups!?

I've noticed recently that blogspot blogs that I follow have ads that pop up in the bottom right corner. Since I keep the volume really low on my laptop, I don't mind these. What I DO mind, is the fact that when I click on a blog title to read that post, it will just pop up an ad instead. I have an ad blocker on my laptop, so why is this happening? It doesn't bother opening the post that I'm trying to read, it just opens an ad. What I'm worried about, is that it is happening on MY blog. I want everyone to know that I did NOT choose for that to happen. It's not something I'm using to monetize my blog! 

As I'm writing this, I keep getting an error popping up that forces me to stop typing and close the window. Is it because I'm writing something blogger doesn't want me talking about? Haha. Now that's paranoid.

It's giving me this error code: bX-o85jh5 

UPDATE: Yes, it is happening on my blog as well. Again, I am NOT choosing for these ads to show on my blog. 

What do you do when you're pissed off?

Today, and last night, have been highly stressful for me. I don't even want to talk about it anymore, but basically, my boyfriend lets the dogs out of the front door when we get home (from donating plasma, so we are both weaker than usual), one of them shot off and I had to chase the fat thing down, my boyfriend also kept talking about ways we could make a job work for me when I already know I don't have the job, and now he's talking about making me drive tonight on a frightening road when I haven't driven in over a year.  I don't have my permit, because they're ridiculously expensive nowadays, but I am 20 and need to know how to drive. I'm terrified of driving. I used to get motion sickness, now it's just straight up terror when we are going over 40 mph. This happened after we lost control of the car on some slush/ice, and went off the road. We didn't rollover or anything, but it was still scary as hell and now I don't ever want to get in a car.

So he wants me to drive in the middle of night on a scary, twisty turny road, going way to fast in my opinion  otherwise he's not going to get me at all tonight.

I came home to my dads house to sew stuff because that's what I've been wanting to do, but now that I'm here I'm tired and I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. I don't want to deal with the fact that I didn't get the job, or any of this crap that means it's just going to take longer to move the hell out and be with my poor forced-to-live-outdoors-unfairly cat. I don't want to think about the friends who are moving into their first houses while I haven't started moving out of my parents, or people who have started going to school when they don't have any kind of idea of what they want to do when I know what I want to do, or at least I did until I rode along with this mobile vet clinic and watched the vet pull dead kittens out of a cats vagina, and now I'm even rethinking my whole life plan.

I'm going to attempt to sew up a beach bag, because I've always wanted one for some reason, but I don't know if I'm going to finish, or even be able to comprehend the pattern to even start. My mind is all over the place and I kinda don't like anything or anyone right now. I just want to be alone in my room.

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Long Shipping Times and how to deal with them.

I've been whining and bitching about my chainmaille order being late. Mostly on facebook though. But still.

I finally posted on their Facebook last night, and they posted "Your order shipped on Monday the 11th. You ordered on Thursday the 7th. So it left here in the correct amount of time. You can find your UPS tracking info in the "My Account" area of our site. I don't see anything late about it."

I found out there's a delay shipping to the U.S., not on the website itself but somebody else's complaint on their Facebook. That would have been really nice to know BEFORE I ordered from that site. I wondered why exactly it was so much for shipping... the package is less than 1 pound. I still think the shipping price was pretty extravagant. Especially now that the package isn't going to be here in any time close to what I was expecting.

The thing is, the cheapest shipping was specified as "7 day shipping". For a website to give that option, they have to ship the stuff out in a way that will get the package to you in 7 business days. If it was just a generic cheap shipping without specifying how many days it took, I would have safely assumed 1-2 weeks. But no. I ordered it expecting it at my house in 7 business days.

So how am I dealing with not having my chainmaille magically transported to me to make me happy with my tall expectations? By constantly looking at chainmaille online. Hey, that weave is pretty! That one makes me wish I ordered rubber rings. That would be a cool project to take on in the future! Blah blah blah!

How else am I dealing with it? Knitting.

Another distraction: I got an eye exam and should be getting new glasses soon! Possibly before my chainmaille even gets here! I got these really pretty frames, because all of a sudden it sounds like my insurance pays for nice frames and crappy lenses. At least I got scratch resisitant. The glasses I'm wearing now have a HUGE crack in them, scratches, as well as the anti-glare coating is peeling off, interestingly enough. I wouldn't have known that except for the doctor telling me so. I just assumed it was also scratches.

My new glasses. Are going to be amazing. Compared to wearing glasses that aren't my prescription. Plus the pretty frames. They have like, flowery shapes on the sides. It'll be fun to wear. Yay. New stuffs.


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/rant.

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