Totepresh Superman.

This morning started like magic. You see, Pullman is starting to get cold. I don't know how or when it happened, it felt almost instantaneous, one day it's 95 out, I'm sweatin it to get to classes, and the next day I'm at KR's soccer game in the rain! I don't know, but it has been gradually getting colder these past few days. Naturally, when I woke up this morning, I did not want to get out of bed. So I wrapped this bright pink fuzzy blanket (that B bought me for Valentines day years ago) around my cold little shoulders. And then I flew, (or launched whichever you prefer) off of my bed and down to cold earth. Believe it or not, the top bunk is a lot higher than you would think that it is. I went to bed a fragile little girl with an ugly hair bun, and woke up a superwoman flying off of bunkbeds.

Speaking of ugly hair buns, I went and accosted B last night for the state of his room, and the fact that he ate my entire box of Wheat Thins that I left at his house, for dinner. I was a little upset. But basically, as we sat there romantically watching Prison Break, he kissed me lightly saying that my hair looked so cute. I felt so special. WELL. When I got home, the truth was told.

Kath, 2am beauty-glam shots. YUM.

THIS. THIS is what I found. Cindi Loo Hoo is baaaaack! I turned to my roommates, and exclaimed, "B told me my hair looked so cute, and I believed him!!" They just bust up laughing, because it was the least glamorous hair style I think I've ever tried. So good.
Now, I know what B means when he says that things are 'cute.'



After waking up early, doing some school work, I headed off to academia land. I walked up, sporting my wonderful red toms, a homemade bagel in one hand, and french pressed coffee in the other. I thought I was living the good life, only to find that my joyous day of wonder had been crushed. I, received the lowest score that I have ever received on anything. I got a B- on a paper. Well. Let me tell you, that the glorious morning I had walking to school was suddenly a murderous walk to schedule an appointment with the grader. We'll see what happens. Hopefully a smackdown, (probably a polite request for a re-grade).

Then I went and had coffee, with the newly engaged J. It was lovely. We had a wonderful time, and I even killed a pregnant fly with coffee sleeve. It was so slow and so gross. I felt like it was going to birth her dirty fly babies right on my table. Gross. Dead.  Be glad that I did not take a picture. It was bad.

I called my mother today, my brothers grounded again. When I called she pleasantly stepped out of the military office to speak with me. It was great.

Welcome to craft central. 

DAY 2 PHONE PROJECT: What gems have been hiding within my inconvenient phone??

Today as I spoke to the soon to be wedding planner, J, I offered my skills as a seasoned hot glue gunner. I offer this as proof, and I think I'll get the job. This was the day that I almost forgot H's  birthday! It was so scary, but don't worry. This glue gunner got it all done in time. I wasn't worried.


Let this be known about crafty women, we know how to craft, and thus, how to live.

Welcome to Michigan Naulty's!

I found this photo, and all I had written about it was WELCOME TO MICHIGAN. Apparently this was what we first saw as we left the great palouse, and went to the great lakes state.

Thursday's are the day to be thirsty for joy (I also thirst for Lipton tea and for the new book to come out in the Inheritance series, come November 8th, come), so enjoy some joy today. Do a craft. Do it.