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Here are a few things that I am looking for and would trade you for.
- 1 Jaws bedsheet in good condition. I don't even know if they made these. I would like to make the girls dresses to wear to their birthday party.
- novelty erasers, unused.
- Sized 18 or 20 a-line skirts. Mostly from the thrift store. I would like to write on some skirts for me to wear and I never find any my size at the thrift store. I would like to pay less than $5 each and they should be a solid color.
That's it really. What are you looking for?
Archie is depressed and in pain since his neutering. Poor old man.
Jeff is nostalgic for when we had a record label. It is weird, but I don't think of that self as me. It seems so long ago, but is really only about 6 or 7 years ago. He searched for some of our old bands and some still exist, which is strange. I mean some still exist as bands! It makes me wonder what I will be doing 6 years from now and if this current me will seem strange and distant and not at all me. Will I think how silly it was to silk screen and sell t-shirts? Will I laugh at the old me? What will you be doing 7 years from now?
I am updating the whole ilikeseamonsters store slowly. First I added $15 gift certificates! This is cool because you can send them to a friend. I find that a lot of my orders are actually gifts for other people. This should make it easier for people. Check out the giftcertificates!.
I am also in the first stages of starting my little postcard design and printing business. I added my services to the store. On sale for the next week, 250 postcards designed and printed for $75. Check that out.
I watch Anya put Cheerios in her mouth. I am counting them, I get to 12. She isn't stopping. She, mouth full of O's, starts to reach for her sisters' tray. 13, 14, 15. Finally she is chewing.
Rachi is a stacker. She must have two crackers at a time. She must stack them before she takes a bite.
We are all a little neurotic. We all need hair cuts. We are all sick of the rain.
Jeff looks out the solarium window and we are on the bridge of a ship. Up 7 flights, the water pours down the street towards the White House. "What if it never stops," he says. "We are on the 7th floor, who cares," I say.
Archie's vet is rude when he calls me to tell me Archie survived his surgery. I have lots of questions to which he laughs. I want to tell him he is a dick, but I don't. Archie is away for the night and we miss him even though he smells and makes Rachi break out when he licks her face.
11:05 and I am thinking of ghosts again and how they work. And how maybe they don't work at all. Maybe we are not surrounded by people who can't remember why they love us. Or maybe we are.
Our old friend, Doug came to visit us this weekend. The last time he visited was a few weeks before I gave birth, so almost a year ago. I think we have known Doug for about 10 years, maybe more. Doug likes sushi and indiepop and is a fun guy. He also has a great LJ where he posts things he finds. It reminds me of the old time zines like Comet Bus. Doug, post your LJ in the comments if you want new peeps to see it!
Anyway, I kept threatening to podcast since we had a guest and since the convos between chasing or ignoring babies were quite funny. But Doug wasn't having any of it!
Instead the weekend belonged to Rachi. Take a look:
She looks like a little old lady with a walker, but off she goes one foot after the other as fast as she can to keep the pushy thing away from her sister. 11 months old and we have walking!
Last night, we caught the end of Ghostbusters on cable. The Ghostbusters theme song was on and Jeff and I started singing along loud and loud and super loud. To this, Anya started dancing first. It is funny to see someone dancing while sitting, but she does. She bounced and squealed and got that crazy happy look in her eyes. Then Rachi started and we were all singing and bouncing and enjoying a silly song. "There's an invisible man, slepping in your bed," I sang to Anya in a deep voice and the reaction was explosive.
It has been a long time since I bought my first Mountain Goats record. So long. It was a 7 inch compliation with an underwater picture from National Geographic on the cover. I think the label was Pottery Records. And so the Mountain Goats have been with me forever. There are hundreds and hundreds of songs and either you love the goats or you don't and I do. The simple truths of the lyrics always get me. I like my truths simple and true. Jeff just sent me this link to a new Mountain Goats song.
I am sleepy even though I slept the night last night. I dreamt of trees, though, and how trees love the soil and isn't that weird? I dreamt of ghosts and how they are all around us all the time, like a magnetic energy. They don't have much memory, just certain things. They can remember that they loved you, but not the specifics of you. They have alzheimer's, these ghosts. They know you, but don't remember you. They are fading without the roots of their bodies. They fade until they are gone, but they don't go anywhere, just fade away
A few more ebay auctions (mostly just baby clothes) to help pay for Archie's vet bills and get things out of our house. I also have a hardly used Jumperoo for $35 if anyone in the DC area wants it. These ebay auctions aren't very cool or interesting, but I will have better stuff on tomorrow. Doug was right, ebay sucks now for sellers. On the other hand, you can usually buy things for next to nothing!. Click here and come back tomorrow!
Jeff has been finding old friends on My Space this week. I hate My Space, but am getting sucked in to finding out what ever happened to so and so. I know you are all doing this too. Jeff also likes to google himself. He is funny. I know you do it too.
We were told yesterday that Anya is screaming a lot at daycare. And that it is upsetting the other kids. Anya does have a temper and does tend to tell us when she is mad. I don't know what to do about this. I don't want to be the kind of parent who is always telling their kids "No" or "stop yelling." I don't want her to feel like she can't communicate with us when she is mad. And frankly I don't need to be told that the other kids are upset, I care about Anya. I care that Anya is having some kind of issue that I need to work with her on. I think she might feel like she doesn't get enough attention because Rachel gets it all. I don't know. My immediate reaction to this was that I need to be home with them. There are issues emerging that are going to be hard to handle if I am only dealing with them for part of the day.
Last night Anya started this yelling thing, getting our attention, etc. To this, Rachel looked at her like she was crazy. Then she stuck a finger up her nose and threw her head back, peeking at us to see if we noticed. She was trying to make everyone laugh. It was, indeed, hilarious. I love that she decided to difuse the situation with humor. I love love love that. Even Anya laughed for a minute before getting back to her fussing.
And then daycare mentioned that the girls will be transitioning to the 1 year old room soon and will need to know how to eat on their own. I don't like feeling pressure like this. I don't like pressuring the girls to eat big people food if they aren't ready yet. I know it isn't daycare's fault as certain things are expected at certain ages. But, frankly, the girls just aren't ready to eat little bits of cheese, etc. They just drop it on the floor and then I have wasted cheese! Well, Archie gets to eat it, but still. I guess I am just a little too easy going, but I am not going to be the kind of parent that worries about what they are "supposed" to be doing. I am not going to care at all about grades in elementary school. Who cares what grade you got in math in the 2nd grade? I will also not ever listen to a teacher who tells me my kid has ADD or whatever. I hear this all the time, teachers telling parents their kids have ADD. Who are these teachers who think they are doctors? I couldn't imagine a teacher telling me my kid needs medicine. Frankly, I think our brains are evolving. I actually read an article that called it "new brain" syndrome. I mean, our brains changed when we learned to read and write, right? Media is changing our brains now. So what! Teachers need to be less boring! Ok, teachers are totally going to hate me now, but educators need to be ready to change with the population. If your kid can't sit still and pay attention, I don't think the answer is to drug her. The answer is to change the environment, not the child. Of course you can't change the environment if the rest of the kids are being good, etc. Teachers have enough problems without me complaining, I know. I know that drugs are NOT the answer, though. Do I sound like Tom Cruise? Anyway, this is a tangent. But my point is that I don't want to push my kids to do things they aren't ready for. I will, however, recognize when they are not doing something to get attention. For example, Rachel can hold her own bottle, but Anya refuses to so that she gets special attention. I understand this and will tackle this. But neither is at all ready to sit and eat an apple. They only have two teeth each!
Jeff keeps saying that we will need Nanny 911 in a few years. I know he is joking, but I am starting to worry. Do we baby them too much? Should I stop indulging Anya? How much of future behavorial problems will be about the fact that there are two of them? I thought babyhood was hard. This emotional stuff is going to be so much tougher.
I am slightly addicted to Threadless now. I submitted a whole bunch of my usual slogans to their T-shirt slogan contest. You can go there and vote on them (if you create a threadless account).
Vote!
It is fun, let me know if you submit your own slogans.
Other things that I recommend are the second season of Dr. Who (downloaded on Sundays after it comes on in the UK on Saturdays). The new new Dr. is amazing and so cute in his suit and Chucks. This past week's episode called "Love and Monsters" made great use of ELO's Mr. Blue Skies. Is that what that song is called? I am also enjoying the new Maritime cd and Angel reruns on TV at 8 am. The girls and I rarely watch tv, but Angel followed by Dragon Tales in the morning is pretty funny. "It's almost time for Dragon Tales, blah blah blah."
Here is a picture of the new necklace that I made:
It is for sale here on etsy.com.
This is my current inspiration. Anya likes to talk to him, too.
Report from my brother's wedding coming soon. Do you hate weddings? I mostly do. But I guess when your little brother is getting married, ya gotta be cool and enjoy.
Here is what I gave Mikey and Sarah for their wedding present:
By ashley G and you can get one by clicking on the image. I felt like it totally captured them. Happy, but a little mean. In love, but totally weird smiles. I gave this along with a hot dog cooker with the $1 DOLLAR DAYS price tag on it. I gave these in a halloween bag. I prefer to be me rather than classy. I hope they enjoyed.
SO my good friend Doug clued me in to this. Someone has a copy of the first issue of our (mine and Jeff's) first zine on ebay. How weird is that? Granted, it is handbound and limited edition, but um. weird.
Take a look:
Restaurant Fuel #1
I personally only have a few copies of this and am thinking of buying it myself. Haha. This is making me think of how we used to create these things called zines and cds and send them out into the world. Handbind or package them. And they still exist out there somewhere. It is weird to me that someone might have something that I made on their pile of things to sell on ebay. Anyway, someone out there might want it.
I am full of energy today. Massive amounts of energy. My brother is here from San Diego for his wedding on Saturday so he and I are going to go thrift store shopping tomorrow. This might be my favorite thing to do. Thrift store shopping with my brother. I am hoping to buy some skirts to write on or possibly some little treasures to make into necklaces.
The energy might also be coming from two other places. One, I am listening to every song on my ipod by Bob Nanna. And second, I am working on plans for 3 other small ventures. One is the craft mutiny!, the other is an online literay journal that I am helping Jeff with. The 3rd is a postcard design and printing company that I am calling Captain Postcard. I wanna help small business people who might not be tech savy, design and print up postcards for their businesses. Working on a pricing model for that right now.
Speaking of Bob Nanna. He is writing short short songs for the t-shirts on Threadless.com. I love this site. I actually bought these two shirts. One for me and one for Jeff. I am sure you can guess which is which.
The song for this shirt is amazing. Listen to it!
So I am a ball of energy because of music and ideas and more ideas.
I thought about matching my hair to my brother's wedding this upcoming weekend, but I couldn't get the right color aqua, plus I didn't want to overshadow the bride.
So I am pink again and pink hair makes you make new friends on the street. And pink hair makes you walking art and makes for a nice field of vision when the wind blows it in front of your eyes.
This is what it looks like on top of my head like a stick of cotton candy.
This is what it looks like long.
I think pink is a summer color. It is also a me color. I am becoming a summer girl again. When I was super fat, I was a fall girl. All browns and amber orange. Fat girls hide behind brown and black. It is easy to hide. So easy to hide when one is so large. How does that work? I wish I could remember. I am still big, but can't, won't hide. Last summer was taken from me by a smallish doctor with big round glasses who sent me to bed for months, then complained when I gained 80 pounds. Pregnant with twins, I remained hidden in bed and huge jammy pants while the Washington sun burned late into the night. Hidden when I should have been seen. Hidden when I should have been celebrated. That was my bed rest summer. My baby summer. My hospital summer.
But this is my my my summer. I am taking it back. And I will use it to sweat anyway the baby pounds and Rachi will get tall and grow like a weed and Anya's chin will get pointy-er and we will all thin out and by fall all the reminders of our birth and our hiding will be gone. We will have our summer, the one that was taken from us and we won't complain about the heat or the sun.
We won't hide. Not now. Not ever. We will be bold with our pink wedding hair. We will be bold with whoever we become.
When do you become a mother? Is it when you get pregnant? Is it when they hand you the baby in the hospital? I have to say, it wasn't until very recently that I have felt like one. Perhaps this is strange or maybe for me it is just right. In some ways, I didn't start feeling like a mommy until the girls started identifying me as such. When we first brought the girls home, I never really felt like a mom. I felt more like a solider in a war or a prisoner in someone else's life. This sounds negative, but it really isn't. I didn't think of it negatively at the time. It just was what it was. It was hard and I had to deal. I was fat and had a big hole cut in my tummy and never got to sleep and then I was supposed to bond with babies!
Everyone always said it would get better. 3 months, 6 months, 1 year. It gets better, they tell you on the street. It gets better, they tell you in the store. It gets easier, they email you. But every time I thought it would get better, what really happened was I got used to it.
But here we are, 10 months old. And it is getting better. It is getting easier. I am starting to finally feel like a mommy. And it isn't anything that I am doing. It is all Rachel and Anya's fault. All of a sudden, both girls are reaching for me when they are upset, saying mum mum mum when they want to talk and generally seeking me out for comfort. It can be a little overwhelming when they both do it at the same time, but I open my arms wide and they both fall on top of me and we are a pile of puppies.
With this new mommy reality is coming something that I didn't think I would feel. A yearning to be home with them. I sit here wondering what they are doing, if they are happy, if they are being nice to each other. I sit here thinking about this all day long. And I am thinking of friends who say they don't want kids. And I am thinking of the former me who didn't really care deeply either way. And I am thinking of the me who saw two beans on a first sonogram and cried in fear of the future and wondered if I had enough love to give two new people. And the reality is that you don't really want kids until you have them. At least this is true for me. I didn't know the full extent of my love for my children until just this week. Suddenly they are people and not just babies and I can't believe I ever ever ever thought about not having kids. I have just been through the craziest war of twin infanthood and I wouldn't go back and change a minute of it.
All of that said, I am still not at all fond of babies. I love that my girls are moving away from babyhood. I think this is part of my wanting to be with them more. My role in their current growth just seems so much more important than it did 4 months ago. Plus they are talking and making decisions and beginning to feed themselves! I have children now! Not babies, but children! And Anya gets so jealous and can say FiSH and Rachi is so calculating and knows exactly what she wants and uses her stuffed monkey for a pillow. Children!
This picture was taken of us three weeks ago, we have changed so much since then:
Rachie, mommy, Anya.
Got home early yesterday after taking the girls to their pulmonary specialist. They are doing well, but still have to have steriods blown at them twice a day. To which we sing a song about "smokin the smoke". If they are pot smokers at 15, I will know why.
Most of the afternoon, Mr. Archie was MIA. I kept looking for him, but couldn't find him. It ended up that he was hiding under the bed, far under, by the wall. Jeff wondered if he went in there to die. I sometimes wonder how mucfh of what we say he understands and along those lines, how much of what we say the girls undersand and when will these two things merge? Like, does Archie know he is going to lose his balls in 2 weeks? I suppose Archie's grasp of English is currently better than the girls'. Anyway, don't forget to check out my ebay auctions to help pay for archie's ball removal.
I am starving. I am handling it well emotionally, but physically, it is getting to me. Down 7 pounds and my wedding ring is falling off my hand (I must have weighed 70 pounds more than this when I got married 9 years ago, so I guess these last 7 pounds pushed it into too big territory). Emotionally, I don't want to eat all the food int he world, but just eating strawberries and a Lean Cuisine rice bowl all day is making my face feel skinny and weird. I can feel my eyes in their sockets and even though I weigh 247 pounds, I wonder if I look like a skeleton. This is my body getting used to less food. After a week of this, going to get a burrito will make me so sick. My stomach will have shrunk. This is the goal, but getting there is so hard. I remember the first time that I went through this, I would find myself hungry in the middle of the night and wake up starving. This has not happened yet, thank god. Can you believe I used to get up and eat in the middle of the night? Now that is sad.
I bleached and redid my pink last night. I felt like an artist, I had so much color all over my arms and ears and neck. I have learned that the color is most pretty when you leave a hint of blond roots. It also adds to the doubletake. I added a line of blue haired freak, which makes me look a little like a gay pride flag or something. I sit in a hallway of sorts at work and people keep walking past and commenting on it. Some to me, some to each other. For a while after I gave birth and gained all the weight back, I worried that I wouldn't be able to pull this off and then in a new work environment, I worried it some more. Having spent two nights belaching and then pinking, I know I can. It is just so much prettier this way. This past weekend, I noticed that my sister and I are starting to look more like one another. I looked down at her and thought I was looking at myself. The shape of our faces in the same and now the shape of our hair too. She is constantly dying hers to get rid of the blond, while I am constantly adding it to get the lightest base possible for my canvas of hair. Jeff mentioned it to me too, that as I drop the pounds, Lisa and I look more and more alike. This is weird because as kids we didn't look anything alike.
This made me think about how one feels when they look like someone, whether it be a parent or a sibling or even a grandparent. For a long time, I looked just like my great grandma, Sarah Kilby. This made me love her more even though she has been dead for 20 years. Even though my only memory of her is cloudy. Her in her dirty kitchen with her parrot. Her and her tan skin and all the wrinkles and how she looked just like her hound dogs. I suppose if you have good self confidence, you WILL love someone more who looks like you. And what does this mean for my girls who are identical twins? How will they feel about looking alike? Right now, it is as if Rachie is merging into Anya. This is always sad when this happens because you lose the old Rachie in a small way. I guess this is true about all things that change. You lose and you gain. I love this about life.
It is Monday and thus time to weigh in. 248. I maintained my weight. I have lost 6 pounds in the past month, so not too bad. I would have lost more this past week, if not for the fudge stripe cookies. AN urge to binge could have been worse, but it was still an urge.
I am back on strawberries and lean cuisine for lunch every day. No excuses. This is how I re-learn to eat small portions, with this packaged crap and yummy fruit. Once I get used to this, I can replace it will actual planned meals. I get 30 points a day, so the plan is to eat 20 at one meal and the other 10 at another. This always works at the beggining, but then to keep dropping the weight, you have to have to have to switch to better distributed points everyday.
I only have about 20 or 24 pounds to go to get back to pre-pregnancy weight and my sized 16-18 pants. I can't wait for that!
Back to my strawberries. What are you eating today?
The story of how Mr. Archie came to live with us is a long and emotional one. Here is the short of it. Before Archie, there was Marshall. Marshall was our wedding present, he was a daschund and he was crazy, but we loved him. He died while being neutered at 8 months old. Yes, this happens. Two days later, we met Archie at a mall pet store where he was 75% off and biting the workers in the store. He was a puppy, but had been abused and was lashing out at everyone he met. I remember crying as we sat with him, telling Jeff that if we didn't take him, someone else would and he would bite their kids and then what? So, we saved Archie. The store was going out of business and we knew better than to buy from a pet store, but he was nearly free and in danger. My sister said that Marshall died so that we could save Archie. At the time, this didn't make me feel better, but now I know it is true.
The first two years we had Archie were hell. He wouldn't let us hold him for a long time. He was crazy and mad all the time. He ruined 2 couches and kept us up all night. I had too many bruises on my arms from his bites to count. This went on for 2 years! But we worked with him everyday and moved into the city were we could spend more time with him and walk him at lunch time and finally he became our best friend.
We never got him neutered, though. He is 9 years old now. The past year, we have had several episodes of him peeing in the house, having infections, etc. One was right before I gave birth, we were told to neuter him then, but of course we couldn't considering what was going on. Last week, I caught him peeing on our bed right after he came in from a walk. Poor guy. So, off to the vet. Well, Archie is lucky that he only has prostatic disease and not cancer yet, but this means that he has to get neutered. Poor Archie. We should have done it long ago, but the whole Marshall dying thing has always been in my mind.
This whole experience has made me realize something. I used to be one of those crazy dog people. You know the ones who buy clothes for their dogs, etc. But I am not anymore. Sitting in the waiting room of the vet, while Jeff walks the girls around Dupont Circle, all the other dog owners want to talk to me about Archie. And frankly, I am not interested. I love Archie, but he is a dog. I can't get excited to tell some other dog owner about Archie's problems or life. I just can't. I don't care about Bruno the French Bulldog and his two dads. I don't want to trade puppy stories or discuss breed standards. I know these people are proud dog parents, but I just can't relate anymore. Two years ago, Archie having a diease would have really killed me. I would have worried every day, every hour. But I don't have the emotional luxury anymore and this makes me sad. I am being totallly honest, here. I hate how our priorities change us as people. I still love Archie, but the girls come first now. Oh, I still love talking to my friends about their dogs, of course, I am just talking about strangers and their dogs!!!
With this admission, Jeff and I had already discussed how if Archie had cancer that we weren't going to treat it. That we just couldn't afford to treat cancer in a 9 year old dog. I know a lot of people have to make this decision for their pets and it is terrible. Luckily, no cancer yet, but there is still the expense of neutering him. I commented on this to the vet and he said, it is only $325, that isn't much. I got so angry. No it might not be much for people living in my neighborhood with their 500k condos and no kids and expensive wine and flowers everyday. But for me, with two children and thousands in human medical bills piling up, it is a lot. Here comes the second realization. I am not sure that I need or want to live where I live anymore. Jeff and I have been very lucky to live in this amazing neighborhood in DC for 6 years now. We both come from working class backgrounds and living here where you can see Ralph Nader or Barney Frank or Andrew Sullivan on your corner was really neat. We are surrounded by affluence, but increasingly we are finding it hard to cope with how different we are and how different our lives have become since the girls got here. But moving means commuting and dealing with crime and the ugliness of the suburbs. I think the solution is to give up on Washington, DC altogether, but we have too many things wrapped up in it right now (Jeff going to grad school, etc.) to do that right now.
I have been needing to get lots of things out of my house for some time, so with Archie's neutering bill coming up at the end of the month, I have gone about putting up all kinds of cool crap on ebay to pay for it. Wanna help me pay to cut off Archie's balls and thus save him from his prostatic diease? Take a look at my ebay auctions. I will be adding things daily for the rest of the month! I have so much cool stuff and I want it to go to good homes!! Check every day this week for new stuff!
http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQfgtpZ1QQfrppZ25QQsassZtinaQ5filikeseamonsters
This week has flown by, mostly because it was short, but also because I have been super busy.
Weigh in was on Tuesday and I was pleasantly surprised to see a new number. 248. Down another pound even after a long weekend away from home. I have to say that everywhere I went last weekend, people made sure I had good things to eat. Visiting our friends, Michael and Edie at their log cabin in the mountains (they live in a log cabin!), Edie served us turkey burgers and veggies. The snacks were veggies and dip and the dessert was angel food cake and fruit! She must have been counting points for me when she planned this meal. How nice is that? Then my mother in law also made sure to have plenty of fruit and angel food cake on hand for when I went looking for food. At one point I went to the fridge looking for ice cream, none to be found.
So with the help of others, I was successful in losing another pound.
The rest of the week was crazy drama and I am not used to crazy drama like this. I had been in the DC Craft Mafia for about 6 months and from the very beginning wasn't too sure about it. Joinging a new group whose members don't come together organically was a little weird to me, but I figured it would work itself out. I spent the day with two new members a few weeks ago and then our meeting was on my roof. It was all very nice and I really enjoyed tabling with the new ladies at Western Market even though I hardly sold anything!
Anyway, I had been disagreeing with the DC Craft Mafia about most things, including marketing, web presence, etc. If you don't know, the original Craft Mafia was formed in Austin by a group of crafty girls who were friends and wanted to band together to promote their brands. New groups have been cropping up all over the country. It sounds cool, but might not work with the wrong set of people, which I found out this week.
My biggest argument had to do with not wanting to put a webring on my website and wanting to be a little bit more organic about marketing. I believe that no one is interested in anything that is marketed to them, that people like to find cool things on their own or have a friend tell them about it. I have never really "marketed" my little store and I think I do fairly well with it. My idea is that if you have an interesting brand and something cool, then people will find it. This was a little too punk rock or whatever for the group, though. I think some of them actually excepted me to shut up and not "stomp my feet". But, I do stomp my feet and I do know when to trust my judgement. Then, a new member had a question about the "leader" and it was taken the wrong way and things went to hell. I had had had to stand up for this new member because she is rad and had a good question. There shouldn't have been a "leader" anyway if we were in a collective, but whatever.
In the end, I quit. I sent an email to the group telling them why, outlining why I thought the person in charge shouldn't have started this group, etc. It was a tad snobbish, I will admit. But my points were valid, mainly that you shouldn't live 30 miles from Washington, DC and start a group for the city of DC. Anyway... I was honest with my opinions of the group and I paid for it. Mostly I just got publicly attacked by someone I had never met. It was ugly. Oh well, that is the last time I join a group with people I don't know.
Which brings me to the new creature. 5 of us from the old group are forming a new venture, which we hope will be fun and cool and rad. We are calling it the Craft Mutiny! *making bad crafts walk the plank since 2006*. Anyway... I am excited to work with these ladies, all of whome have rad brands and fun products. But the best part is, we are all on the same page and get it, ya know? There is nothing like being on the same page as someone.
Here are the members of the Mutiny! so far:
heidi at mypapercrane.com
jessee artschooldropout.com
joy at charmingvices.com
debbie at 60bugs.com
and of course me at ilikeseamonsters.com/catalog
And if Leah reads my blog, give me a call cause we have a sword for you.
Once the website is up, I think we might begin to build our empire with more members. The whole idea is to have a relaxed group that meets socially and also trades ideas and just helps each other.
How the hell do I have time for this crap anyway? I don't know. I haven't even mentioned the one act play (about zombies!) that Jeff and I are writing or the little book I am planning to self publish. Anyway. It is Friday and I will spend the weekend chasing little girls around a tiny apartment. I will not get much else done and that is ok. There is always time.
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