Pickles have happened.

Over-use of the word “slut” by pretty much everyone has happened.

My father in law is in the hospital.

Philip has a new job that doesn’t pay enough to keep me home but that he’s really excited about.  The company makes super cool medical lab equipment.

Max is eating two different things for lunch at school.  EPIC.  (He eats a couple of my peanut butter breakfast cookies and some natural cheese crackers).  Last year he would only eat cheese puffs for lunch every day all year long with zero variation and evil looks when I tried to convince him to change it up from time to time.  This year I said I didn’t want him to eat cheese puffs for lunch – he hasn’t eaten them all summer – and he agreed saying that he was kind of tired of being made fun of for his lunch.  That was the first I heard about him being made fun of for his lunch.

I’ve been working hard choosing and preparing images for greeting cards that I will be selling in my revamped Etsy shop.

Looking for work has not gone well and is so damn depressing and the prospect of working in a retail store or an office is, for the moment, so repellant that it has convinced me to do my own thing again.  I hope to God you all will help spread the word when I have it up and running.  I think I’m going to have a shop on both my main blogs too so that people can buy directly from here if they want.  Though I’m not completely sure how to set that up or know if I really can.  I’ll be looking into it.

I’ll be selling market bags again, and some pillows with images on them, a couple of booklets, pant straps for protecting your pants while riding bicycles, mourning bands, and possibly some other things as I think them up.  Because this thing – needs to pay the bills.

My friend Sharon is beginning the work on painting the Cricket and Grey cover!

If I can make enough to not get work and not spend all my time sewing stuff then I might actually be able to start writing again.

It’s been hot here.

I just ate the first (local) eggplants of the season this week!

My mom’s best friend gave me one of his never used Le Crueset pots and I used it to make my first batch of ratatouille of the season.  I love my new pot!  It’s ALL MINE!  It’s amazing.  That’s all.

I have to go make some breakfast and get dressed and then do some more business planning and clear off a couple of projects.

All the while hoping my FIL is going to be okay.

Also, we’re going to have to talk about this whole slut bullshit soon.