I’ve been really annoyed with my FB newsfeed lately so I’m just gonna put this out there and then get on with my day: hashtags on Facebook are stupid. There, I said it. Maybe I just don’t know how helpful they are. Maybe some people actually use them to search for pictures. If you have an event that you want to tag, such as a wedding, and come up with a cutesy hashtag, by all means, tag it. However, if you think that one day you’ll want to remember a pic because it contained a #gymmat, you probably need to expand your horizons. I mean, there’s a whole world out there. In my mind, hashtags are only acceptable in small doses and should have meaning. At least on Facebook. I know Instagram was made for that sort of thing so that’s a different ballgame. If you want to hashtag something to make it funny..awesome. If you want to hashtag an entire story…”I went to #Wal-Mart to buy #bread and #milk and #toiletpaper because the #forecast said it’s going to #snow 1/8” but the shelves were #empty. Just my #luck. #emptycabinets #nowimgonnaneedafamilycloth”(If you don’t know what a family cloth is, google it😳)….I want to throat punch you. Just sayin’. Oh, and, #whenusinghashtagsatleastspellthedamnwordscorrectly.
Thanks.
Maybe instead of #hatingthehashtag, I should #embrace the hashtag. Maybe I’m just #sassy tonight because I’m living the #puppylife and I’m tired and not nearly as #crafty at the moment as I usually am.
Nah.
Just to be #clear, any use of a #hashtag from me is #sarcasm.
ANYWAY,
I planned to have separate categories for my different subject matters but tonight you’re getting a mashup. I don’t have enough content to fill any one category so the following will be one from Clearing the Clutter, Hobby Happenings, and Passion for Repurpose. Here we go! (In my best Mario voice)
So, in the very little time that I have spent being creative, I made some more necklaces. I always begin with the intention of selling what I make but then rarely want to part with them. I guess that’s a good sign for potential buyers; I wouldn’t sell you anything that I wouldn’t want to wear myself. I’m starting to experiment more with the lava rocks for using essential oils and I like them quite a bit. I made a special necklace (with the blue clay pendant) for a special little boy. One of my bff’s, Michelle, told her son about essential oils and he wanted to give them a try. I made a necklace for him and mailed it to them and he texted me to tell me thank you. He then asked if I wanted to hear a joke, which I, of course, did, and he asked what animal is the best at playing hide and seek. Do you know? A werewolf…get it? Lol He’s a funny kid.
Next up is Clearing the Clutter. I found this collection when I was cleaning out the junk drawer in the kitchen last week. Nowadays, most stores will allow you to access your rewards card by providing your phone number, but if you like to keep the real thing and don’t want your wallet full of ‘em, here ya go: punch a hole in the corner of the card with a hole puncher and keep them all together using a binder ring. I used to keep them in my car when I used them regularly and just grabbed them when I was going shopping. The only rewards card I still use are my Speedway and Kroger cards so I will most likely repurpose these others by donating them to the box of toys I have to keep the children amused when they visit us.
My Passion for Repurpose project is one that was greatly needed. We have a shoe thief in this house (*ahem*Sophie*ahem*) so I needed a way to keep my boots up where she can’t get them. When we first got Sansa, she decided my nice fuzzy Ugg boots would be a terrific chew toy. I would’ve almost agreed with her if they didn’t cost so freakin much. I still wear them to take her outside, but not in public since they have a hunk eaten out of them on the heel. Anyway, I do not want a repeat of that episode so I constructed a solution. We used to have this expandable bar in our trash closet that had a shelf above it, when we first moved into our house. I took it out years ago and stored it until I found another use for it. Well that day has come! This is my new boot rack. I left enough space so that the boots could sit behind it and rest nose down against the bar. It’s far enough back and the boots are partially covered by my shirts that Sophie should not be able to reach them for a while. While I was installing the bar I noticed that I needed to sort through my clothes and get rid of things I haven’t worn. I made a pile on the floor of shirts I no longer wear and leggings that aren’t comfortable or gym appropriate. I left them there when I went to work my group training yesterday morning and when I came home, every article of clothing was in the living room, along with the contents of my sweatpants drawer, which I’m not even sure how she got open. You can’t open bottom drawers around her without something disappearing. She’ll take your socks, disposable gloves from the kitchen, cleaning rags, laundry as you’re taking it out of the dryer and putting it into a basket. She’ll take your shoes as you’re taking them off your feet, anything that is in Sansa’s mouth, your pillow, anything sticking out of the recycling bag; you name it, she’ll steal it. And eat it.
There’s never a dull moment with a puppy around. She’s getting used to being on a leash but taking the two of them out together is chaotic at times. Because she’s a puppy and can’t be trusted to not sneak off and potty in the house, we tend to take her out about every hour, and sometimes more if she starts looking suspicious by sniffing around. The problem with that is, Sansa is a jealous ass so you take Sophie out and Sansa sits and looks at you out the window and then goes to the door when you come in and gives you the sad eyes and makes you feel bad. So we tell her, “I’ll take you out but I know you don’t have to potty. You just want to go because your sister did.” So she’ll go out and sniff and then we’ll start giving her more crap about it, like, “Well? Is it everything you wanted it to be out here? I knew you didn’t have to potty. Are you done? Do you fill equal now, can we go in?” 🙄. Some people might feel ridiculous for having a full conversation with their dog but not us. Nope.
The best part about her being jealous is the mommy cuddles I get 😊.
Look how stinking cute they are!
Chasing a Frisbee 😂😂😂
Uh, Soph, that’s not a toy...
This is a beautiful moment right here. This is Sansa’s bed in our bedroom that she has not previously shared. Although, I’m pretty sure Sophie waited til Sansa was sleeping before jumping up there, BUT Sansa most likely woke up when she did and didn’t tell her to get down so that’s progress.
Sansa staring at Coen like a goober 😋😂.
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