My theory of choice and personal philosophy.
A couple of years ago I made an earring holder from a grease strainer. I got the idea from a friend’s blog: http://www.kristenmcashan.com. Ooh! I also got the fabulous idea to get Walmart baskets and hot glue yarn words on to organize my stuff! Take a gander below.
I loved it! But soon my earrings outgrew the grease strainer. It was messing up the Feng Shui of my bedroom. I needed a new idea, and in swooped Pinterest. I was planning on creating my new fabric headboard this weekend, but being sick (again!) got in the way. The Pinterest link took me to http://iheartorganizing.blogspot.com/ where I found the idea to buy a decorative sheet metal piece. I put my own twist on it. I didn’t cut it at all. Instead, I had the hubby cut two pieces of 1 by 2s to go across the top and bottom to hold it away from the wall. I spray painted the wood with left over paint from my Ikea kitchen shelves. I hot glued the metal to the wood, and then I hot glued it all to the wall! I hung my earrings and found that this particular pattern is great to hook post back earrings through too! I just slide the back part through the larger scrolly part and slide down until it is secure into a narrower section!
Seems like everyone has an opinion about Chick-fil-a and how they donate their money and what that means. I am not going to add my opinion to the mix. I don’t care what you think about Chick-fil-a, and I imagine you feel the same about me. I am going to share a story about my recent decision to boycott Jack in the Box.
I have been interviewing since May for school counselor positions. My dream is to stay in my district, but in an effort to open new doors and sharpen my interview skills, I have been interviewing in surrounding districts. On July 16th I had an interview in at a school in a neighboring district that was, according to Google Maps, 50 minutes away. I planned to take a toll road, George Bush, that I knew would save time. That morning I got up early, got ready, drank my coffee, grabbed my jacket, heels, resume folder, and headed out the door. I knew the first part of my journey, but not the last. But I had mapped it on my phone with turn by turn directions that morning! About 20 minutes into my drive, I dig in my ginormous yellow purse for my phone. No dice. I left it at home next to my Keurig coffee maker. I could see it in my head, just sitting there where it would do me no good. So what is a girl to do? Freak out. Just a little. I start to formulate a plan. I’ll go as far as I can remember, then pull off when I see a gas station to use the phone and call my husband to give me directions. This plan is brilliant, except that the toll road was very recently built and the exits were mostly empty right next to the highway. I was not going to get off and wander down roads away from the highway. It wouldn’t have been quite as big of a deal, but an accident somewhere down the road caused slow traffic that I wasn’t expecting. So now I was not running early or on time; I was running late and I had to pull off and get directions! I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to take the Dallas North Tollway or 35. I exited just after the Dallas North Tollway on Josey, when I saw a strip mall. Nothing would be open that early, but I saw a Jack in the Box! I went in and frantically explained that I needed to use the phone that I was on my way to a job interview without my cell phone and needed directions. The sweet employee called her manager. I again told my situation (FRANTICALLY) to the manager, who replied that it is against their policy to let people use their phone. I tried to explain that it was basically an emergency, but she said no and walked away. Strike one. I was floored! Couldn’t she see I was desperate?! So I decided to bother customers. A man, who looked to be of Indian descent and was playing on his giant Note phone, ignored me as I tried to get his attention; he had already heard my plea with the staff. Strike two. I walked to a table of two Hispanic women talking over breakfast and started to recite my speech. She let me use her phone! Score! I called my husband who Googled directions from my location, which I wrote on the back of one of my resumes. I got to the job interview FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE. I relayed my crazy morning story, and after a successful interview, got a call back interview (although I was eventually offered this job, I took one in my district).
I could not believe that in my time of need, a real emergency to me, Jack in the Box would not let me use the phone. Would it have made a difference if I’d said my car had broken down? I doubt it. So I have decided, if they couldn’t let me use their phone, I will not let them have my money. Suck on that, Jack in the Crack.
So I’m trying out this blog thing. I figure everyone else is doing it, why shouldn’t I? Well, I should. Why? Because I think I’m funny, and you, dear reader, might find me funny as well. I’m a noob (read: new and skill-less) at blogging, but just like everything else in my life, I’ll learn through trial by error (yes, BY error not AND error, because there’s always an error). I plan a full explanation on the name. When I thought of it, I giggled hysterically for several minutes. It’s just perfect. It’s so me. Is that enough build up to get you to come back and read more? Because a blog is all about readership, right? It’s like journaling for whores.