First: Please vote. I am utilizing the handy-dandy absentee ballot this year, which came in SO helpful as I am barely remembering to put gas in my car these days (by the way, gas here in OK is $1.99/gallon - for a split-second this morning, I suspected it might just be Pepsi I was putting in my tank, but hey, if caffeine can power the people of the nation, why not my Saturn VUE?) So, checkmark, all done with that.
I did get these buttons in the mail today that I received as a thank you for a small donation:
OK, that was supposed to be short. Oh, well. I haven't been blogging so I guess it makes sense if I go on and on and waste a whole additional sentence on how I am going on and on. And now I have Journey stuck in my head. It "goes ooon and ooon and ooon and ooooooon". (This is the part where my friend Jen and I start jumping up and down and screaming our heads off. So, now I am singing and smiling and remembering to never wear high heel boots to see a Journey cover band because you will end up walking home in your socks and your friend will never let you forget about it because she is that type of friend***.)
I bought something new for my apartment:
I also finally got to go to one of my favorite places that I have missed for so long while living in California:
In the last post, I mentioned my first project in the new place. I am eager to get some ideas. A hint: it's my bathroom. That is not really a hint, but what I am trying to say is, there is a whole other level to this project. So be thinking: cool, lofty, powder room thoughts. I'll be posting pics soon and then maybe we can ride this wave of inspiration into a new jacuzi tub for me (not really in the budget - sad to say).
(***If you were wondering: Jen wore the boots that had to be thrown away and I am the friend who every once in a while says, "Remember that time we saw Wonderbread 5? And we jumped up and down all night and you were wearing new boots? And you threw them in the trash can right there? And the parking lot was all gravel? And your feet already hurt from the shoes? And we went to Mel's Diner afterwards because we were so hungry? And we were worried they would notice you were only wearing socks? And then we looked for a "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" sign? And we were afraid they would kick us out like we were at a 7-11? But they didn't and then we ordered pancakes?" Jen's usual response: "Yes". So that is the kind of friend I am.... the best kind.)