I'm a dork [giveaway winner]

One time I ordered these awesome sunglasses to giveaway to one of my awesome internet friends and it was going to be totally awesome.

Then I asked my cousin to put the sunglasses on. I wanted to take a picture of them on a different face [even though my cousin's and my face are pretty much the same] so I did. She said, "these seem strange." Then I asked her sister [also my cousin if you're following all this] to try them on "Amy, are you sure these aren't prescription??"

Then I tried them on.

"I can see! My eyes are healed! I am no longer impaired by the the daily ailment of near-sighted vision! Yup, totally prescription."

Why yes, I did consider just passing them along and playing dumb for approximately 2.47 seconds. Then I reconsidered.

The totally cute, amazing, awesome sunglasses are now rendered useless for anyone except me. So I'll be keeping those.

I did order a spare pair because I felt the teensy-tiny [read: HUGE] bit guilty [and dumb, I did put them on several times] for claiming that I was going to give something away that no one besides me [unless you have a prescription of -2.50 for your right eye and -2.00 for your left eye] would ever want.

Now, I'm just waiting for them to come in and then I'll be sending them to...

Which happens to be Emily! Get ready for some snail mail Emmy T! Woot-woot!

Does anyone share a prescription with me? Are we eyeball twinsies? *pleasesayyes*

this week's mani

Often--in blog land--I feel flaky.

I think I'm a bit of a space cadet.

I'm not serious enough.

Except, I don't actually think those things about myself. I'll read something that really moves and pushes me and I feel like I need to do that too. I shouldn't just slap some words out [I'm a loud typer=truth] hit "Publish" and let it go.

One finger in focus...good work, amy. 

I also never just "let it go," I always edit, modify, change, and then hit "Publish" again.

Sometimes it's still crap.
Sometimes I'm funny.
I'm rarely serious...here.

However, that's the kind of blog this is. The one that reflects the side of me that is going to write rushed sentences, misuse verb tenses, misspell things, reflect on incoherent thoughts, and pump out some crap once in a while. I'm OK with that. Let's call the crap "opportunities for growth."

I'm not saying that because I feel pressure to be who I'm not. The only pressure I feel is the pressure I put on myself and pressure to write an Etsy post.

Thanks for loving me.

Oh yeah, and those are my fingernails this week. I like them. I like glitter.

Doughnuts, adios normal life

Sometimes I like to write about things that have nothing to do with each other. It's a bit like I just threw up all over your computer screen with pictures and words and you have no idea what's happening. 
You're welcome.

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I love, love, love doughnuts. They are my kryptonite. A cup of coffee and a doughnut make me way happier than a pastry and bitter beverage ever should.

The speed may be a little fast here, but LOOK WHAT I MADE! (-:

I think I'm just wired to love doughnuts.

I blame my favorite bakery where I've been eating from since I was in the womb.<--This may not be a fact.

Today I started my prerequisites [for those of you who think I'm undersharing about this whole school "thing" I'm taking anatomy and statistics this semester] for a nursing program to be named later starting in summer/fall 2013. I forgot what college classes were like; I was nervous before I went.

Then I showed up and approached a group of people hoping to be doctors and pharmacists and a few randoms like me. And we stood in the hallway.

If you know me you know, I am rarely early. I am frequently late. Being that it was the first day, I showed up 12 minutes early along with 90% of the class and we waited. I should have stopped for a doughnut and coffee. [That was me tying things together and may some sort of coherent thought.] At 7:58 our lab assistant showed up.

I think this may be his first class because he was nervous. Like out-of-breath, rapid talking get through the information in 40 minutes [we had 2 hours] kind of nervous.

I quit being nervous because he was nervous enough for both of us.

Also, I'm now officially old, or at least compared to the 20-21-22 year olds I'm ancient. I feel like I can say that because when I was 20, 29 was old. OOOOoooold. People who were almost 30 were married and expecting kids and had careers and did all the things I am definitely not doing right now.

That's ok though. I'm not seeking your approval, only my own.

Matt and Abby, you should be nervous about The Nephew's future love for doughnuts. I'm pretty sure he takes after aunt amy. Good luck with that. hahahahahaha

Sunglasses! [giveaway]

As you know, this summer has been cray-cray.

Mostly because my ambitions when the temperature is above 75 degrees revolve around basking in the sun, reading books in the sun, sleeping in the sun, and swimming in the sun.

Me and the sun? BFF. Except that one time, but we're not talking about that.

My eyes? They don't like the sun. Well, to be fair, I don't know that they don't like the sun, but they get squinty and I get headaches so I wear sunglasses.

This summer I got my first pair of prescription sunglasses from Firmoo. They were cheap! I've been shopping around for prescription sunglasses [cheapest price I found? $90] then I discovered Firmoo! I found prescription sunglasses for less than $40. [As I always do when making a purchase online, I googled "Store Name coupon code" and found a 40% off coupon too. YAY!] You know I love a deal, so in about 5 clicks, they were purchased. BOOM.

Then they arrived and I fell in lust love lust LOVE.

As I was exploring Firmoo's cheap eyeglasses [hey-a girl never knows when she'll need another pair! They have a first pair free offer if you're a new customer to Firmoo!] I also signed up to get a pair of non-prescription, totally hip sunglasses for one of you!

They're totes cute. 

These sunglasses wrap around keeping the sun at bay and giving a very Jackie O vibe. I love that vibe.

I had to try them on for you.

Yup, cute! I'd keep them, but they're not prescription and as you saw earlier my heart beats for one pair of sunglasses.

Did you want 'em? 

Just leave me a comment by Sunday, Aug 26th letting me know the best thing you did this summer!

Winner will be chosen by random.org. Any inappropriate comments will be deleted. 

**The free sunglasses were provided by Firmoo. I purchased my prescription sunglasses. All opinions are my own.**

I am Mighty

The last three years, I've been living in weak-sauce land.

Weak-sauce in terms of water skiing.

In my family we start water skiing as soon as we could stand. My brothers and I would stand on the skis as our parents skied when we were 4 years old. By the time we were 6 or 7 we were on our own. We had fancy white skis that tied together [the hardest part of skiing is keeping the skis together, or maybe the part that requires the most strength?] and we'd travel around the lake at an easy speed behind the boat.

Now, I'm a grown woman and the skills I acquired 20-something years earlier are coming back to me. I still require two skis to get out of the water.

I've never been able to get up on one. But, I can drop one and I'm good to go.

Sometimes I have to look to make sure I drop the correct one. (-:

Boom.

And by "boom" I mean BOOM. CRASH. SPLASH. WOMAN-DOWN!

The thing about being 29 and not 6 or 10 or even 15 is that you're sore for days a week after this experience. The thing about thinking you're mighty [and I still think I am] is that when you attempt to get up on one ski [which you have never done before but in your mind THIS TIME IT WILL WORK!] you will get even more sore.

This is my life.

A Year Ago

One year ago, I was in Kansas. I was cuddling the bambino. He was tiny and precious and wore itsy-bitsy diapers. All he did was sleep and snuggle and eat and poop.

He was perfect.

Now, he's a year old. He crawls and cries and giggles and claps and plays and toddles and pulls things off every surface he can reach and turns on iPhones and wades in the water and gives open-mouthed kisses and gets grouchy and makes the "scrunchy face" and eats ice cream and his diapers are significantly larger and still need to be changed. 

He's still perfect. 

Love you, Nephew!

this week's mani

PEOPLE.

I painted my nails last Saturday and they are chipped. This is one of the worst things that could happen along with people not wearing helmets while riding on motorcycles, people who steal internets at Starbucks and ask for a glass of water, and a cat who wakes me up at 5:40 am. These are all very bad things and nail chipping is right up there.

Or none of those things are actually very bad.

Whatev.

A little matte neon action via China Glaze Under the Boardwalk with shiny black stripes over the top. I love the mix of matte and shiny.

I also like that no two nails are the same. Similar, but not the same. (-:

Stripes...almost as cute as polka dots.