Three reasons why I haven't been sewing as much in the past week
Miss Crayola Creepy 4:54 PM
Here are the three reasons why I haven't been sewing as much in the past week:
Lebron James the human and Lebron James the cat.1. Basketball
If you didn't know, my husband is borderline obsessed with basketball. He just saw me type that and argued with me, but he needs to learn to admit it. If he's not playing two to three times a week then he's watching it on tv. Since it's playoffs you can imagine how much tv I've been sucked into watching. If it was any other sport I wouldn't care, but I do like basketball! I know so many facts, scores, and statistics that I get into debates/conversations with people and then creep myself out because I know so much random stuff. Once the playoffs are done I will settle down. Oh, I'm rooting for Miami in case you were wondering. I love Lebron, my cat is named after him!
Youth of Today2. Hardcore music
Over the last ten years I have been fortunate enough to see some great hardcore bands, but on Saturday night I saw legendary hardcore bands at the Glasshouse in Pomona, California. Bold, Sick of it All, and Gorilla Biscuits were great, but Youth of Today blew my mind. The singer, Ray Cappo, has this captivating quality and I loved what he had to say in between songs. He touched on something that I have struggled with for the past five years and reminded me that I am doing the right thing (for myself) even though I have been questioning my reasons.
Thumbs up for being a LOSER.3. Intoxicated guy
At 1:45 in the morning my dog Frankie started barking like crazy. My husband walked into the other room and saw that some loser was trying to get into our house by pulling on our locked sliding glass door. I don't know if you know this, but one of my biggest fears is looking outside at night and seeing either Marilyn Manson or Lil Wayne staring back at me (seriously). Random dude ranks third. We called the cops, but this dumb dumb kept trying to get in. Luke yelled at the guy and after exchanging a few words it was obvious that he was intoxicated. (Side note: have you seen my husband? The last house I would want to get into would be his.) Before Dummy ran off I went into blogger mode and took a photo on my camera for the cops (I'm not posting the photo of his face). When the cops showed up they said, "to call if he comes back." Cool. Imagine how hard it is to fall asleep after that. The next day I called the cops again because homeboy left his vial of pills, an iPhone, and an ugly shoe in our yard. I'm pretty pissed because the cops probably aren't going to do anything even though I have a photo of him, his gear, and finger prints on the door.
Basically I am now tired, LIVID, and stressed out :( Anyone want to take some boxing classes with me? Erin? Shannon? Noelle?