Pinterested??

Hi. My name is Gypsy and I'm addicted to Pinterest.


( HI GYPSY)


I can't help it...I'm addicted. I can let 8 1 hour go by and it feels like just a few minutes all due to pinning pinning pinning PINNING!!!!!


But I must say I have found some really great stuff on Pinterest. Recipes. Craft ideas. WHO KNEW there were so many uses for mason jars? I never knew how important a TV remote cozy could be. . . and trust me - if you haven't made a wreath or a canopy bed out of cupcake liners - then you clearly haven't spent enough time on Pinterest. And now - guess what the big thing is? Moustaches! No, really! People are making paper moustaches and putting them on everything - even on straws so when you drink your lemonade you look like you have a paper moustache on your face. Seriously. I don't know why. But it seems to be really popular.


Check it out. And if you don't have an invite - let me know....I'll be happy to send you one. On a cupcake liner....in a mason jar...covered in fabric......


I'm just sayin'.

I'm Back.

Boy has there been a lot of change for me. Let's just say that change is a good thing. I let this blog sit for months because I thought it was the right thing to do - but I have decided that I have a voice and I'm going to use it. And I don't really care what people think about it. So - I'm back - with somewhat of a vengeance.

I don't even know if anyone comes here any more. If they do I hope they will let me know. I would be so happy to know I'm not talking to myself.

I am no longer employed.  I could go in to great detail - but the truth is it was just not working. I had managers that refused to communicate. I had managers that had issues but didn't feel the need to share them with me - and I had a manager that I have lost total respect for. I thought he was really the coolest, smartest, nicest most honest non biased person I had ever had the privilege to work for. But - that thought was wrong. He didn't /doesn't care about the lowly "staff".  He only cares about his pet people. And that's okay. I may sound bitter - but the truth is....I'm sad.

I loved that job. I really did. But - now I can concentrate on what means the most to me. Art. I am going to really work hard at making a go of my art.

So - folks. For what it's worth...I'm back. And I'm not leaving again.

On Changes

What a week.

Change is hard. Change sucks. Change hurts.

But - I did it. I changed a lot of things this week, and even though it was hard and sucked and it hurt - I still did it. I hope I can continue on like this. I have to say - changing your basic personality is not easy. It makes everything you do something you have to think about. Where I used to be able to just go about my day and not really have to worry - I now feel like I have to think about every move I make. I hate it. But - if it keeps me employed then I'm okay with it I suppose.

I hope ya'll had a good week. I'm still absorbing all the madness around me so this is a short post. We'll talk soon.

See ya.

On Perceptions

I had a terrible week last week. I could, I suppose, dwell on it and go on and on and on about how I think I got screwed blah blah blah....but really? Why bother? It isn't going to change anything - and it's all about perception anyway.

Perception sucks. We all watch something and come away with our own opinion. What one person may interpret as rude- another may interpret as just loud. What one person may interpret as inflexible and unwilling to help - another may interpret as too busy and too swamped to help -sorry. What one person may interpret as gossip and rumor spreading another may interpret as nice wide shoulders that always have someone crying on them. What one person may interpret as stressed out, another may interpret as focused and worried about being all things to all people.

But - in the end it doesn't really matter. Because people are going to form their opinion, and no matter what - it just is what it is.

So today was day one of new ways of doing things. I have decided to just do my own thing, the very best way that I can and hope for the best. I can only do the best I can do - and if it isn't good enough - at least I know that I gave it the old college try. I didn't really enjoy it. But - it is for the best. Because like it or not - I have to work. I have to keep working. I wish I didn't have to - but I have to. There's nothing else I can do. . .

Other than that - had a pretty great weekend. My sweet grand baby came to visit yesterday - just in the nick of time. This granny sure needed some 9 month old chubby legged slobber kisses - and that's just what I got.

Hope ya'll are doing well. I'm going to hang in there...

On Laughter

Since it's been literally over a week since I had a good guffaw - I thought I would share this. I realize it's a little cheesy - but none the less...here it is.




A fifty-ish woman was at home happily jumping on her bed and squealing with delight. Her husband watches her for a while and asks, "Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look?, What's the matter with you?"

The woman continues to bounce on the bed and says, "I don't care, I just came from having a mammogram and the doctor says I have the breasts of an 18 year-old".

The husband said, "What did he say about your 60 year old ass?"

"Your name never came up," she replied. 

 ~~Guffaw GUFFAW~~

I know. It isn't really that funny. But it kind of is. And LORD knows I need some good old fashioned belly laughter. These past few days have been really terrible - and I see no relief in sight. The only good thing is - in the middle of my misery my sweet husband has found a way to NOT make me want to scratch his eyes out.

Now - What I mean when I say this is - usually when Mama Gypsy gets in a real funk like this - no one is safe. Including him. But for some reason - this go around - he has found a way to be supportive and sweet and not even one time has he let a teeny moment show that appears as if he thinks I have no right to feel the way I do. Unlike some other people in my life. So - while my last nerve is raw - he doesn't happen to be the one ON it. So while it's not ALL good in the hood - at least that much is good.

That is a round about way to say - I need some laughter in my life. Laughter makes all bad things seem not quite so bad. Notice I didn't say laughter makes all bad things better. . . but laughter can and for me at least - does - make things SEEM not quite so bad.

And that's a good thing.

So - bring on the jokes. Tell 'em if ya got 'em!

On Assumptions

We all know that cutsie little saying " you KNOW what what happens when you assume...it makes an ass out of u and me." Get it? Ass- u-me? Get it? yeah. I knew you would.

But assumption -in my opinion - is the mother of all screwed up relationships. Not just love relationships - like husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends - but all relationships. Because as soon as you assume you got it all figured out - you will find out you were completely wrong.

And - I hate when people make assumptions about me. For instance - just because I am a fat girl doesn't mean I am lazy, stupid  or that I sit around eating cartons of ice cream with a cookie spoon and following it up with a shot of milkshake. Don't assume - that I am stupid because I am a big girl. On the contrary - this big girl is very far from stupid. And naive? No way.

Don't assume that because I am nice to you - you can take advantage of my kindness.

Don't assume that if I show an interest in your life - that I am going to fix your problems for you.

Don't assume that because I offer to buy your lunch - that means I am rolling in money.

Don't assume that because I am laughing and smiling and offering my shoulder to you that it means I don't need your shoulder in return sometimes.

Don't assume that because I have four children, 2 daughters in law, 3 grandchildren, a husband and a handful of friends that I am not lonely.

Don't assume that just because you turned your head, or closed your door, that I don't know what you are thinking and/or saying.

Don't assume that behind this smile is happiness and joy.

And in return -I won't make the same assumptions about you.

On Double Standards

I'm just going to jump right in.

You know what I hate? Double standards. I hate double standards with a royal purple passion. You know - the " Do as I say not as I do" syndrome? You know - where you get called on the carpet for something that the person doing the calling is notoriously bad about? Yeah - that.

It could be that the person doing the calling is just on my last nerve to begin with, I'm not sure - but clearly I am on hers. And while there was a time where I thought we were pretty close - I now feel like we are so far from close we are on different planets.

That makes it hard - because I sorta kinda work for her. Not as in FOR her - like she is my boss and signs my paychecks- but she does rely on me. Like - I am her "administrative assistant" in a way and so I sorta kinda have to make sure she is happy.

It used to be that I felt like I did a pretty good job. It used to be that I felt like she was pretty okay with how I do my job. But now - I feel like no matter what I do it either isn't good enough, isn't CORRECT, or in some way shape or form is just not right. And I am about over it.  I have this really bad feeling that in my upcoming performance review -I'm going to hear about this. I just hope when I lay my cards on the table it is taken seriously and not just dismissed as it was last time.

So - how sick of hearing me bitch, moan, groan and complain are you? Pretty sick I bet. Sorry about that.

I will try not carry this on forever and a day. I promise.