Love....

There is a man I love. We started dating towards the end of summer when the nights were still balmy and breezy. I was peeling from a really bad sunburn when he took me on our first date. Pizza and a movie. We sat in that restaurant talking about books for about an hour while we pigged out on pizza and bread sticks.  The movie was the 3rd Transformers movie. Romantic, I know. But I picked it. I'm not the type of girl that has to watch sappy chick flicks all the time. He hugged me goodbye when he dropped me off at home. Very respectable. I miss balmy summer nights like that. We have been dating for almost 7 months now and we are not doing to well. I think we need another wistful summer night just like that again. No cares in the world. Just a date. Maybe we should meet in a coffee shop and talk for hours until the owners ask us to go home so that they can go home. I hope it can be as easy as it seems to be in my head. Right now I am a terrible mess. Eating chocolate and cuddly with my puppy. I just need to figure this thing out.

Eating noodles in the dark

Sorry I haven't written in a couple of days. Like you care though. Anyway, I've been busy. I picked up a few extra shifts at work, running the cash register. Which is harder work than I thought. So when I got home from work the past two days, I've basically collapsed on the couch, and only gotten up long enough to make dinner for myself and then put myself to bed. Then today I was too busy working on some photos. But in the way of an update on the quilting front, I have purchased a sewing machine. I just haven't opened the box yet. It is a Singer Heavy Duty. I got a sweet deal on it from JoAnn's Fabric Store. I just couldn't find what I wanted from Walmart and was too impatient to wait for them to get in what I needed. In other news, I was considering going into beauty school. Well scratch that, I really can't afford it right now and will probably just do it later when I work my way into a full time position at my current store. Which could take a couple of years. But I am more than willing to wait and do that.

I feel deserted....

My baby sister, who is basically my best friend, is joining the Air Force. American will have yet another great individual in their midst. I'm sad because she will be miles away. I won't be able to drop by her apartment for a visit, or have a shopping buddy, or be able to just randomly call her because I need her advice. It's bad enough that my brother is in the army. Josh spent 5 years, (the first 5 of his married life), in Germany. and 3 in Kuwait, Afghanistan, and other places. I've missed my brother and still miss him something terrible. He has luckily been in Alabama for the past 3 years and I've only seen him twice in those three years. I hate the idea of Ariel going into the Air Force because I'm afraid that I'll see her less than I see Joshy. I'm not close with my oldest brother and if I had my way, I'd hardly see him at all. That's how much I prefer Ariel and Josh. I love those two to pieces. I gotta go and get a tissue.....

Cosmetology School? Me?

So I had a girls day out with my mommy. We went and got our hair done. I had cut her hair about last week. When we went to the salon, the hairdresser noticed it had been recently cut. Mom said I did it. The girl was surprised and said it was all even and she was impressed with my layering skills and wanted to know what salon I worked at. This made me laugh so hard. I told her that I actually work in the Walmart Photo Lab and that I have never professionally cut hair in my life. I told her that I have just cut my friends' hair in the past. I've never taken any classes or anything. I just help them cut and color it because it is cheaper than going to a salon. She was impressed and told me that I have a knack for it.
I was floored. So for the rest of the day my parents ganged up on me and suggested that I look into cosmetology school. So I did and I sent out a couple of emails, and until I find out how much it costs and what my options are, I'm gonna keep this on the back burner. I am a photographer and a quilter. That's what I have become. I can barely do my own hair and didn't know how to really do my own hair till I got out of high school. I can barely do it now. I don't even know how the french braid. (Well I do. I'm just not very good at it.)


Comments are appreciated. I want to know what everyone thinks of this whole idea.

So I got more work done on my niece's quilt. I've been working on the block that represents my mother, her grandmother. It's kind of an intricate design with paisley fabrics and that is why it is taking so long. Needless to say, I am going to buy a new sewing machine on Saturday, and so by Saturday night, I will have all the blocks sewn together. Tomorrow in the middle of cleaning house and giving dogs a bath, I am going to finish the two remaining quilt blocks, so that by Saturday, I am ready to get the top sheet done. Then I will by batting and the material for the bottom sheet, so I can quilt it and then put my patch on it. I just can't wait for it to be done so I can start on a new project. In the mean time, (and I don't know if I have mentioned this), I am starting to look for places to move to. I am currently under the same roof with my parents, (loving and hating it), and my credit card bill is almost paid off, so it is almost time to get back to the real world and start living my life. I really can't wait, and then again, I love being where I am at. But I will be 24 next month, so maybe I should start acting my age.

sleepy...bored....going to bed now.

Finally personalized my blog just the way I want it. Sort of. Anyway, just thought I would post an updated picture of myself.

My watch doesn't have enough hours on it...sheesh...

Things I need to get done tomorrow;
~Laundry. I've run out of clean socks and work clothes. Not that I have a dirty job or anything. But it is in the customer service field and I'm pretty sure it's a requirement not to stink. 
~Amelia's quilt. I'm down to 2 blocks. I can get them down tomorrow. The sooner I get those done, the sooner I can force mom to go sewing machine shopping with me. She wants me to finish this quilt right? Well then, she needs to go shopping with me for a working sewing machine.


I'm pretty sure that's it. 

Just not this one. It's my grandmother's and it doesn't work.