rut.

(fair warning....this was a stream-of-consciousness-get-it-all-journal-entry type thing. that is to say, it's a bit jumpy and might be difficult to follow. so...sorryforya.)

I started this blog on a whim. You've probably never read this, but that's where it all started. Brilliant piece of writing, I know. I wrote sporadically...when an idea hit me...generally on a monthly basis. What I really loved to do was stalk other blogs. I'm in love with YHL, Kendi, and Sydney. I mention them in casual conversation as if they're friends of mine (that's not creepster, right?!). There are a handful of others that I adore, but I keep coming back to those three no matter what. They inspired me to do more. So I did. For a little while. I fancy myself a writer so I thought it'd be easy to keep coming up with wonderful things to write about and I could really let my creative juices flow. You know what? It's not. Life gets in the way. I'm still in a rut if you want to know the truth. I've had writer's block for about nine months. Maybe you just thought I was prego and on a mommy hiatus. I'm not. Nor was I.

What I am is a creator. A crafter, wanna be writer, photographer, designer, jill-of-all-trades. Whether I'm writing, sewing, gluing, cutting, painting–I create. It's what I do. And I've been ignoring that. Don't you do that? You know you're happiest when you eat well, exercise, make time for the things you love...and you just don't do it. I've complied list upon list of thing I want to make, and my lists just keeps getting longer. I've done very little, and I think it's time for that to stop. But here's the thing. My "space" looks like this:

and I'd prefer it look like this:

There are a few things I need to accomplish in this room.

• A general cleaning is in order
• I need space for crafts
• Space for my sewing machine and related projects would be nice
• And of course, space for items from mary&nell

It certainly doesn't sound too hard. Maybe Santa will bring it for Christmas.

little bit o'rant: stupid taco bueno breakfast

Just a little something to record my disappointment in Taco Bueno this morning. (Not that I had extremely high hopes to begin with.)

On my way to work, I stopped and ordered a #6- Potato, Eggs & Queso Burrito Meal, which is supposed to come with Skillet Potatoes and coffee. After getting to work and trying to enjoy my breakfast, the only thing I could think was, "Thank goodness that meal was only $3!" The picture of the burrito depicted a mess of eggs, peppers, and diced potatoes smothered in melted cheese and wrapped in an oversized flour tortilla. I did get the oversized tortilla, but it was filled with eggs, hash brown sticks, and some sort of imitation cheese sauce. DISappointed. But that was just the burrito.

In very large font on the drive-thru menu, a statement read "All meals now served with Skillet Potatoes!" Said potatoes were pictured in a bowl looking rather similar to something my dad might conjure up for Sunday morning brunch: diced potatoes cooked in a skillet with peppers and spices. Yum-o! What did I get? Hash brown sticks. UUUUH, what?! DIS.A.PPOINTED. Fooled. Tricked. They pulled the wool over my eyes. Hoodwinked. What a sham! At this point I really, really wished I would have taken a photo so I could clearly convey the very obvious degree of misrepresentation taking place ( I think I will do my best to find something online). I mean, I'm used to getting a flattened version of a juicy burger, with remnants of lettuce and tomato instead of mounds of delicious veggies; I'm used to getting a smaller version of "jumbo" anything; I've even come to terms with the outrageous amount of air in a bag of chips. But this?! Hash brown sticks can now be passed off as Skillet Potatoes? Ugggh.

This rant led me on a quest to begin researching what exactly is false advertising? How far from the truth can advertising fall? To what depths has this o-so-simingly simple act of deception seeped into our everyday lives? Pinky and The Brain should have started with the food industry.

I will say this...my coffee-though miniature is size-was quite tasty.