Another crafty thing

Reuse! this is an old coffee jar that was almost thrown out, some sand, rocks & shells from the beach, some ribbon I had kicking around, and stickers from the dollar store. Cheap and fun to make đŸ™‚

Low tide

It doesn’t always have to make sense…although in the end it usually does.
Make a toast to who you are and who you’re going to be.
Delicate are these seeds of gold.
Life always finds a way.
Just keep swimming…

New watermarks

Here’s two samples of the new watermarks I made. This picture was taken last year (I think?). I was going to use a new photo but I never got out tonight after all. We won’t go there.

It will soon be July

Today was a fairly productive day, with the mopping, the cooking, the washing, the shopping, the bargaining and whatnot. I decided to sit back and relax tonight. I have a candle lit, some incense.

I have this piece of paper stuck on my wall by my computer screen, it says, ” You can do it.” Sometimes, depending on how far across the room I am, the “Yo” is blocked off but it still says “u can do it.” The universe is telling me something here.

I still have not heard anything from the summer jobs I’ve applied for. I’ve had interviews, so the pessimist in me says nay, I did not get any of the jobs. I check the job boards and websites multiple times a day, hopefully something will turn up soon. I HATE that Aaron is having to pay for everything.

Here’s a photo of two mugs that I got at a yard sale this morning for 25 cents. They’re pretty old school, I really like them. They don’t make em like this any more.

Promises, promises

No this isn’t a blog about politics, provincial or federal. This is a post about the endless occasions where I make promises to myself each time I go for a walk, promises that I’m going to change my life.

I switched to whole grain bread with flax seed two weeks ago. I had my last can of soda today. I walked to the END of the beach, as far as the DANGER sign, like I promised myself I would do months ago. But I’m not making promises.

My chest feels kinda funny, like I can’t breathe in deep enough. I have a Doctors appointment tomorrow, results from the many vials of blood that were taken from me. I hope it’s all good, I know I’m definately not taking any more prescription drugs – I don’t care what he has to say.

I’m going to go spend the last of the daylight hours with the hubby, perhaps watch a movie. Here’s a photo.