And Some Goodies Just for Me

I did save a few items for myself.  After all, what's a shopping trip without a little somethin' somethin' for me?

I love this.  I LOVE THIS!

A Kick in the Pants

So I stopped by the Salvation Army store on the way home on Monday, and to my shock and excitement, it was brimming with wonderful things.  I didn't plan on buying things before going in, but I couldn't help myself.  To justify these purchases (some of the clothes didn't even fit me) I made a mental agreement to get my Etsy store up and running again.  For about a year now, it's had the same 30 items in it, and that's just kind of sad.

Step one: take lots of pictures.  That step is finished, and I have to start sorting through the pictures, adding the items and typing in all the info.  But step one is done!

I also want to integrate my blog with my store, so I can hopefully generate some excitement and purchases!  So here is a sneak peek of what will be coming to the store in the next few days:

 I love these mugs, and one has already been promised to my sister.  Only one left!

Video of the Week

This week's video is a compilation of positive Russian dash cams.  I know we're all used to seeing terrible crashes and road rage incidence from dash cams, but these will bring a smile to your face.



Russians really love their grannies!

In Other News, A Hike

We took Zoso back to that hiking area last Sunday.  This time with ten times more ticks!  Ew.

Ouch

Tensions are running high at the house right now.

At A Loss

I'm sorry for not posting in the last week or so.  I'm still in a funk from the bombings.  This is the first time I feel like my own home was attacked.  My friends, my family were all in the line of fire and I could have lost any one of them.  The city I grew up in faced a violent upheaval.  This is all so new and uncomfortable.  When New York was attacked I felt the pain deep in my heart for my country and my friends, but somehow this feels worse to me.  It all feels so deeply personal that I can't quite put words to it.  How dare they attack the city I was born in?  How dare they bring the fighting to my wonderful Cambridge where I've spent so, so many days?  How dare they drag Watertown into this - where my best friend grew up - where I spent some of my best days?
It would be great to say I'm stronger than this, I'll just go on as if nothing ever happened.  But I'm not and I can't.  I'm weak and scared and it's like facing death for the first time in your life.  For the very first time you think "oh god, this could happen to me."  It's the pinnacle moment of your childhood when you lose your immortality and I'm just having a hard time dealing with it.

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