My Very Own Bag, My Very Own Bag

Over a month ago, I mentioned girlworks. I discovered this site while searching for my perfect bag.
And now, I have, my very own bag.

Meet myveryownbag. Isnt she beautiful?
So, girlworks made this bag for me. It usually doesnt take as long as mine did… but thats because I was picky about the fabric. So, she let me pick out my own fabric and mail it to her. Then, she made my bag, complete with wonderful pockets on the inside for my cell, keys, pen and chapstick (cause we all know those are the things that fall to the very bottom of your purse just when you need them most). This bag is perfect. Exactly what I needed, and also very well made.
I love my bag.
Here’s my bag in action.

I love my bag.

Without a Doubt, Singled Out, The Only Way I Know

Yesterday, I got something in the mail.
I’ve been summoned for Jury Duty.
I still dont know how I feel about that. At first I was excited, it felt like a right of passage. I’m officially an adult, doing all things adultish. And Worth L. Hill, the Sheriff of Durham agrees.
But then I started thinking about actually being a juror. I’ve seen my fair share of movies… being a juror isnt easy. Are my convictions strong enough to withstand something like that? I really hate the idea of being responsible for someone else’s fate.
I have to call the night before to make sure they still need me.
Either way, I guess it’s fine. However, I will be away from the computer that day… and they probably wont let me snack as much as I do now. Ah, the sacrificies one has to make to serve their beloved city.

Slowly I Begin to Realize This is Never Gonna End

Well, I think we found ourselves a house. I’m not exactly excited, but I think because it all seems too good to be true. See, there is this complex of townhomes going up right around the corner from where we currently live. I drive by them everyday on the way to work. Finally, on Sunday, we met with them. We sign a contract on Wednesday, and they start building. Here’s what it will look like on the outside. A set of four townhomes, ours being the first on the left.
So, it’s three stories… here is the floorplan.

The room on the bottom, behind the garage, will be my Creative Memories workshop. How friggin cool is that? It even has it’s own little half bathroom. We also upgraded to the phatty fat master bath, garden tub, two sinks, separate shower, and the toilet even has it’s own happy room (though Steve says he’s a claustraphobic shitter, but he’ll just have to get some counseling for that, cause I think it’s cool).
After we sign, we get to go to the home store place and pick out cabinets and countertops and carpet and all that.
They wont be finished till early August, they say. But the cool thing is, since we live right around the corner… I can stop by and bring the builders cookies
Okay, so maybe I am a little excited.

Why Dont You and I Get Together

Just in case you were wondering how stupid we (as a whole) are… here’s the proof.
These are a list of instructions, on various consumer goods.
1) On a hair dryer: Do not use while sleeping.
2) On a bar of soap: Directions: Use like regular soap.
3) On a frozen dinner: Serving suggestion: Defrost.
4) On the bottom of a dessert: Do not turn upside down.
5) On another dessert item: Product will be hot after heating.
6) On an iron: Do not iron clothes on body.
7) On Children’s cough medicine: Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication.
On a bottle of sleeping pills: Warning: May cause drowsiness.
9) On most boxes of Christmas lights: For indoor or outdoor use only.
10) On a food processor: Not to be used for the other use.
11) On a can of peanuts: Warning: may contain nuts.
12) On American Airlines packet of nuts: Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts.
13) On a child’s Superman costume: Wearing this garment does not enable you to fly.
14) On a chainsaw: Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals.

Thank you, thank you very much. I’m here all day.

I Believe in a Thing Called Love

So, I know I’ve mentioned before… I have two friends getting married this summer. One of them, is Emily. I’m just a bridesmaid for her.
The current wedding craziness is this:
One of Emily’s other bridesmaids (the only one that lives near Emily, mind you) recently found out she’s pregnant. She’ll be 7 months by Emily’s wedding. She’s not married (or getting married any time soon, though she is moving in with the father of the baby soon). But she is a good good friend of Emily’s.
Enter Emily’s mom. She is… how do I say… nicely… um… old fashioned.
She told Emily that she doesnt want the girl in the wedding.
Hey, that’s an interesting concern. See, I would think… the girl is 7 months pregnant, she’ll probably have a hard time standing that whole time. And what about fitting a dress for her, geez. And what if she goes into labor while the wedding is happening?!? Yes, definitely enough to stress a bride out.
But that wasnt mom’s reasons. Her reason was… and you’re gonna love this… she doesnt want the girl in the wedding because she doesnt want to have to answer to people when they ask about the girl, and it would be embarrassing for her to tell them she’s not married.
Yes. Because when I see a pregnant bridesmaid… the first thing I think to do is go up to the mother-of-the-bride and ask if the girl is married. You’ve got to be kidding me.
Enter Sabrina. See, most people know that when you need a logical sound solution to something that is stressing you out, you ask me. Emily is especially aware of this. She knows I’ll give it to her straight, no matter how much she’s whining about it.
Unfortunately, my logical, sound solution for this one, completely contradicts my feelings.
Logically, I say, Emily should go with what her mom wants. Add a little family manipulation (something I’ve also mastered) “I really want this girl in the wedding. But your happiness is more important than my own, so I’ve decided to obey your wishes.” Lets not forget who’s the bride here, mom. Tis Emily’s day, if she wants a whore in her wedding, so be it!
I’m just kidding, the girl’s not a whore…
Pretty sure Emily’s mom is going to win this battle. Thats just how it goes.
You got any better advice for me to give? Or do you know the verse in the bible that says “Thou shalt not kick a woman out of your bridal party just because she’s having a child out of wedlock”?