The problem? I'm so stoked that for the past two nights I've not been able to get to sleep. It's like Christmas Eve up in here. All I can think about is colors and specific beads I need to replenish and themes and coupons and how much money I can possibly squeeze into this purchase, dreaming of those SALE flags all down the jewelry making isles.
Mannnnnnnnnn. I'm a nerd.
In other news, I've made quite a few frames (and non-frame items) recently, many of which you can find on my Facebook page. Also, I hope to make some "glamor shots" (oh la-la!) of them up on my Instagram, but I've been having technical issues, so we'll see. I've got a crazy week coming up, and then I'll be gone the week following at the Bridge.
Oh, right! Did I mention that yet? I have the AMAZING opportunity to go back to St. George, Utah and attend a four day "refresher" course of the Bridge! I don't know if I ever spoke of the Bridge on here or not-- I probably wasn't blogging at the time-- but the Bridge was a 19 day retreat for people with chronic pain disorders like myself. We had the wonderful opportunity to have a plethora of more wholistic type treatments to try in a peaceful, healing environment with peers who struggle with the same issues as ourselves. It was three weeks of hikes, massages, acupuncture, gluten-free detox diet (well, halfway. I couldn't do it full on-- it was too much!), personal and group therapies, physical therapy, personal trainers, yoga, and various outings for unique experiences I wouldn't ever have had otherwise. Like the sweat lodge. It was the first time and place that I truly felt understood by others. I'd always had sympathy, but felt extremely isolated in the fact that no one knew. But at the Bridge, people knew the minuscule nuances of having an invisible pain disease, and I didn't know how much I needed that comraderee and understanding until I had it.
I met my best friend Michelle at the Bridge. She was my roommate. I haven't seen her since those 19 days since she lives on the other side of the campus, but she means the world to me.
So! Next week I'll be getting a super-condensed version of all that (without my original group, which is a super bummer. It's going to be such a different experience without them!) and I'm incredibly excited. However, it means I have to get two weeks worth of homework done before Saturday (yikes), get Mothers Day and Steph's birthday stuff together and sent off (to their new house! Woot woot!), and get all the typical before-leaving miscellaneous errands done and PACK. Why does packing take so much energy?
Um. Yeah. Got way off topic there. See? I'm excited, and it's late at night, and I can't sleep, so I'm babbling.
Babble babble babble babble.
Remind next time to tell you about me excellent beyond excellent birthday. And the singing to my cat while half-asleep, okay? And I never got around to telling you about my theory about the Girl Scouts really being secret drug cartel, selling their wares disguised as cookies, getting the general public hooked on their sugary, calorie rich, product, dying for cookie season to come around so we can gorge ourselves silly, and making serious bank on our--unbeknownst to us-- drug addiction. The world at large thinks Americans are fat because of fast food, but no, it's actually the Girl Scout Cookie Scandal. Open your eyes, people.
I'm on to you, "little girls." Menacing look.
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