Monday, November 16, 2009

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

                    ....Langston Hughes.

That's how I feel today......

So far,
I have to put my show on hold until January
because the lady with the booth didn't call me until yesterday....
and wanted me ready in less than a week (not gonna happen.)

My etsy shop is up
but not running.

I'm waiting on my banner and get most
 (notice I didn't say all)
of the kinks out in regards to policies and shipping
before I list my items.

I have always been one to set goals for myself.
ALWAYYSSS...ask my sis.
I hate....H-A-T-E when I don't accomplish it by then.

I have finally gotten halloween all packed away.
(by the way, spanish moss is my arch nemesis.)

I am currently decorating for Christmas
and will have new pics up later this week.

I just feel a little behind the eight ball
and it's getting me down in the dumps.


I'm gonna sit right down and have one of these...

while hugging these....

and throw my self a good, old fashioned pity party.

I haven't done it in a veryyyyyy loooooong time.

You're all welcome to come.
Just put on your best sweats,
grab some tissue
and join in!!!

I gotta go find a chick flick now....
and wash my glass.
(wine and dust don't do well me.)
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