The Un Mom, I thought I'd quickly tell you a bit about myself. I was laid off in January, and I've spent the past few months starting Everything Little Miss, a small design company. I have cards and card sets for sale in my etsy shop. I also do custom work; examples include wedding invitations, business cards, and my dad's website. When I'm not working I spend my time with Eric (roommate, boyfriend, co-author) and looking for a job.Infomercials might just be the most entertaining programming on TV. Not the super long ones, but the 30 -60 second ones. Why are they always based on the most outrageous premises? I can't imagine a situation where I'd accidentally drop my wallet in a blender, but hey, these folks made one that can take that sort of abuse.
People always say "Sounds like a plan, Stan." What's that called? Does a phrase like that have a name? Anyway, I'm starting a new one of those phrase-thingies. Mine goes a little something like this: "What's the deal, Neil?" Feel free to use it frequently. Maybe we can get a trend going here.
My mom sent me a package for my birthday, and it still hasn't arrived (it should have gotten here by March 26th!). I think a postal monster ate it. Boo hoo.
I rearranged the whole apartment yesterday. I'm still getting used to it, but I think this is gonna be good. I created a new office space that's much more usable. I'm doing a lot of work from home and Eric will have homework starting in September, so usable office space is a necessity.
Sara gave me this awesome orange sqeezer (I think the technical term might be juicer) for my birthday. I don't have any oranges, so I squeezed a grapefruit instead. YUM. For those of you who don't know me, I love orange: the fruit, the scent, and especially the color.