What's in a name?

All my life I've strived to be a creative person. I've done many creative things but I've never been very skilled at any them.

Now that I fill my time with making jewelry, I find that my biggest problem is creativity. Not with creating the necklaces... I haven't found myself short on ideas yet... my problem is with naming them.

I started out okay. I came up with clever titles. A necklace with a bird pendant was called "For The Birds"; a piece with jade beads was named "Jaded".

Not the most clever, but you wouldn't call me dull. Or maybe you would. Mean.

I've just finished my twenty-third necklace and all I could come up with was "Sweetness"...even though I already have one named "Sweet".

This one?

I titled "Tree"

Really, I thought I was better with words than that.

Another problem I have is with the descriptions of each item. I've looked at other Etsy shops and there are those overly-inspired people who actually have a poem to go with every piece they sell. A customized poem? How can I beat that?!

I may have to hire a writer.

Vacations and Weddings

So I lied. I wrote a blog a couple weeks ago saying, "Hey, I'm back!" and then I left again. Maybe not a lie... but definitely misleading.

Right after I wrote that blog I went on a two week trip with the Doctor. We hit all the tourist spots on the east coast: Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, Central Park, Capitol Hill, Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, Independence Hall... you name some historical entity on the right side of the country, and we saw it.

Needless to say, it was exhausting. But fun.

We got back to the Twin Cities last Tuesday only to fly out to SoCal on Wednesday. The Doctor's ex-girlfriend was getting married and we bought the plane tickets before we realized she was having an additional ceremony/reception in North Dakota that we could have gone to. Oh well, it was a nice, short trip to San Diego.

Since it is the month of June, the aforementioned wedding and a million others have had me thinking. The Doctor and I do plan to get married some day, but even with how much my mom pesters me about it, it probably won't be until after I'm done with grad school. I become stressed easily; I don't need to plan a wedding while I'm writing a dissertation. Also, and I'm not sure why, but I don't like the idea of getting married before I'm 25. I realize I'm already living with the man I plan to be with for the rest of my life (and if you think I'm joking, remember I moved to Minnesota for him... we're committed), I'd like to be able to tell my kids that they should wait until they have a career and health insurance before tying the knot.

Anyway, about weddings. I'd like to think that I'm sensible enough to not want a big wedding. I'm not. I really do want that night of feeling like a princess and having all my friends and family with me to celebrate.

I'd also like to think that I'm not one of those girls that has been planning my wedding since I was 12 years old. I'm not actually. I didn't start planning my wedding until I was in ninth grade and that was only because I was in a wedding. I admit, I look at wedding dresses and sites once in a while. My imaginary plans are ever evolving. But I've noticed that every time I go to one of these things I think, "That will never happen at my wedding." For instance, no kids in the ceremony. No flower girls or ring bearers... they only screw things up. I'm also not having a DJ because if the chicken dance is heard near or around the reception, I might get blood on my beautiful white dress from beating the crap out of somebody.

I have a lot of ideas of what my special day will be like. I know what music I want, what the dresses will look like, who will be there, and most importantly, how organized I'll try to make it.

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Back for da Count!

My Count this week? My newfound hobby.

Now that my job is over, I needed something to do with my time besides watching daytime TV while the Doctor is at work.

I'm nearly obsessive with this jewelry I've been making. I find myself at either a craft or bead store everyday and I make at least one necklace a night. My hands get kind of cramped up and my ass falls asleep, but I still enjoy doing it.

I don't really even wear jewlery myself, so I'll be shamelessly plugging the site (somesortofcrazy.etsy.com) nearly every chance I get, so if that bothers you, you may want to stop reading the blog...

Where have all the Sarah's gone? HNT

HERE I AM!

Yes, I've been MIA for a few weeks. After I got back from vacation, I sort of fell out of my routine. If it makes you feel better, though, I've at least been productive. This is what I've been doing. More on that later... Happy HNT!

aaaahhh... da Count

This week's Count: why, vacation, of course!

I'm naturally a lazy person, so vacation comes easy for me. One thing I had forgotten about desert climate, though, is how freakin' hot the cement gets in the sun. Walking from the pool to my lounge chair was rather painful.

Here's a shot from the room:
I took this while painting my toe nails. Yes, I'm still sporting the Caribbean Frost, but I realized that this color is eerily like Bunny's nail polish from the Big Lebowski. Let's hope no one cuts off my baby toe...

Here are some pictures just for Annie:

There are literally hundreds of baby bunnies at this hotel. I'm not sure what you call a group of bunnies, but there is defeinately one present here.

I'm off to Vegas tomorrow, but for now, I'm off to the pool...

Lazy Day HNT

I'm currently in Scottsdale, AZ taking a much needed vacation while the Doctor attends a conference here.

This is what I saw for most of today: Maybe the most skin I've shown for HNT... :)

By the way, the book is Catch 22. First time I've read it, but it's becoming a favorite for sure.

Da Redundancy Count

Every week for the da Count I want to say, "I'm just so happy it's Friday!"... as unoriginal and boring as it is.

But really, I am SO happy it's Friday.

To make things a little more interesting, though, I'll give you some images from yesteryear...

I'm not really sure where these pictures were taken, but my dad took the time a couple months ago to scan and email them to everyone in the family. Yes, that chubby little face is mine from when I was 3 years old. The hat my dad is wearing was one of my favorite items growing up. We called it his "Indiana Jones hat", for obvious reasons.

The picture to the right confuses me. What place allows children to get that close to a flamingo? And I know you're wondering where we got the fabulous mother-daughter matching shirts. You can stop looking because my mom made them. For the whole family. My poor brother was 13 when he had to wear it.

Here's my dad wearing the VZ aloha digs and, of course, the Indiana Jones hat...

Nice socks.

So here's counting the memories I don't remember, but will forever be kept in old photographs scanned onto the computer.