twenty-eight and counting...

Things I learned my last month of year 28:

1. Bars are scary places where people over 25 years old should not go unless you want to feel older than you are. However, you will feel smarter and classier than most everyone there.

2. You deserve more. You deserve everything.

3. I’m looking for a man who wants a partner in life, not simply a wife and baby maker.

4. 5 hours of sleep are not enough if you are over the age of 25.

5. The majority of men I come across fit into two distinct categories: 1. Aggressive, obnoxious men looking for their next conquest and who are “certain” they have exactly what you’re looking (not looking) for and 2. Malignantly shy men who are used to women throwing themselves as them and don’t know how to carry on a real adult conversation because they are rarely required to do so.

6. Running will not kill you, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise as your calves seize up, your lungs burn on fire, and random jerks in cars honk at you as you lumber down the sidewalk.

7. Most men are dumb creatures looking for easy girls to use for recreational use only.

8. If someone from your past shows up unexpectedly and it causes an emotional whiplash-like reaction, pay attention: there may be a reason they have reappeared.

9. Do not allow anyone try to use you as their play toy.

10. No, you don’t need another human to feel complete nor happy.

11. I am the happiest, healthiest I have ever been. I am exactly where and with whom I am supposed to be right now.

12. No, I don’t care what you think about what I do, wear, or with whom I do or do not spend time with.

13. Thanks.

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updated projects because i have ZERO completed ones :)

well! slacker blogger that i am decided today would be a good "catch-up" post day. since the last blog post i successfully grouted tile (and it looks amazing, might i add) and my parents helped me lay about 1,000lbs (ok slight exaggeration) of mulch along the front/west side of my house. so! on to the bathroom -- my bathroom is an amazing original demonstration of 1950s tile. oh, and not just any tile ::: light green and big bird yellow tile. the major redeeming quality is that the grout is impeccable and the tile is all in one piece, no broken/cracked pieces. however, the sink, toilet and tub are all original and other than the tub they are in terrible condition. rusty corroded plumbing and disgusting yellow fixtures. voila! the project that followed my grouting success! below are before and afters. i decided it was most financially wise to remove the toilet and install a water-saving toilet and then get a new sink in there with some storage because the bathroom had...

weekend/sunday project time

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I Did Not Cry

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