This is the one I think you should make immediately. I feel very strongly that you should head on over to her website and check it out. Therefore, I am only going to be posting photos of my last cinnamon roll day. I called them, “Nemo Cinnamon Rolls”. Really, you can just create any reason to make these, they are THAT good. You’re welcome.
Sorry for my week long plus absence. I’ll fill you in…
I began the work on the cubby holes and realized just how big a mess it is. We left for a few days to visit with my husband’s mom in Wisconsin and visit a few friends in Chicago. We’re back, and I’m still working on them; pictures to come. Now on for the fun stuff… HA!
Currently,the background noise I’m listening to is more of my bathroom ceiling being jack hammered away and the sound of falling debris. I will, of course, update this post with a large picture once I can get in there. It seems to be that they have found the problem with the leak from our upstairs neighbor. However, there is more than one reason being thrown around and it is dependent on WHO you talk to. ” I don’t really care what the problem is people, I want it fixed”! So, I sit here waiting for them to finish, two cups of coffee into my morning…
And now we get to the uninvited guest part. I grew up where you called people before stopping by. You did not stop by unannounced and I feel like this was the norm with my friends. I think it’s rude. You don’t know what people are doing or wearing and frankly, they just may not want to see you at the door. My husband on the other hand grew up with the exact opposite, which is fine. Now, there are always exceptions for surprises; friends coming into town to visit, romantic gestures, and emergencies. And then, you have friends that are always welcome at any time of the day. These friends that I speak of, KNOW beyond the shadow of a doubt who they are and frankly, they would still probably call in advance. This has been a discussion a few times over the years, but recently was brought up again with all the problems of the ceiling. The woman upstairs who is running a hostel for students and lies about it as well as the super of the building think it’s fine to ring the doorbell at all hours. I open the door, baby in one hand and a bottle in the other hand standing in my nightgown (this happened three times over an hour time). How hard is it to pick up the phone, or text me, it’s 2012 people! I just don’t understand it, we are not in college, living in a dorm room; we are adults living in a big city in an apartment that is our home. My opinion of this may change if we moved back to California and lived in a small beach town and one of my best friends lived five houses down (this is a possibility and I dream of it often). Until then, I stand by my statement.
P.S. I’ll let you know what the next de-clutter project is very soon. I still need to finish the cubbies. :o)
One of my oldest and dearest friends lives in San Francisco and is SUPER talented. I’m only going to be talking about one thing in this post though.
Below is one of his owl drawings that I love and asked him to use it to design cards for me. I love writing letters to friends and family and when doing that it’s nice to have stationary that is unique. I included the link to his cafe press site… Head on over and check it out. He makes some awesome t-shirts, sweatshirts, magnets, note cards, AND has a baby line ( I’m sure I’m missing something… which is why you should click on the link below).
Take a few minutes and write to someone that you love, it will make their day.