What I've Been Up To

Hi again.

I have notes of things I want to do here, I don't know why it doesn't seem to happen. Then I get down on myself for not making it happen. So let me catch you guys up on what's been happening in my real life since nothing has been going on here on the blog.

School is out today. I am so freakin' excited to see this school year end. It hasn't been to the level of Emmy's second grade year when she was bullied by her teacher and we discovered she was dyslexic. But nonetheless its been bad. In the last two months  I had to attempt to hold back my momma bear tendencies when the girls were both hurt over things that happened at school. Neither got the part they wanted in the musical and were relegated to the Nuns choir. They were the best damn Nuns I've ever seen. Then Abbey didn't get drum major after working her ass off for two years to get it. She full on sobbed the night she found out. It broke my heart. Oh of course she can "Still be the leader she wants to be" Which in my opinion is a big pot of bullshit. But I am trying to calm down. If I see her director the way I am feeling right now I believe I would have the same level of words that I had for Emmy's second grade teacher. So I am avoiding the situation until I am no longer livid. If you want the whole details I am happy to tell you I just don't want to fully air the dirty laundry. You can just email me hollys@email.com or if you have my number text me. Or email me for my number. Its whatever. I'm sad I don't get the summer off, but at least I am school free until the end of July when band camp starts. I'm not going to lie. I tried to get her to quit, but she wouldn't.

I am talking to someone. We had lunch last week. It went well. So far he hasn't ran screaming into the night. we have a date next weekend. He is also a Star Wars fan, just sadly the Rebel Alliance. I know that alone may cause this not to work. Lord knows its crashed and burned for less than that, in the past. He said he is writing a sitcom based on my life. I said we already had Gilmore Girls :)

I started an Instagram for the blog. I've been using my personal one, but truthfully I don't want some of the people in my real life to be involved in my space here. Not that I say anything about them (usually) I just like having this all to myself. If you want to follow its cathairandglitter There isn't anything there right now, but I promise I'll share stuff if you come visit me. Unlike the Instagram for my etsy shop I forgot the login to.

I'm running a Murder Mystery 5k over memorial day. I am both looking forward to and dreading this.

I am thinking about buying an embroidery machine. I really have no idea why. My sister has one and would be more than happy to make stuff for me, but buying one has almost become an obsession. I have gone as far as putting it and all the supplies in my amazon cart. I moved it all to saved for later. But I thinking about this a lot. I keep telling myself when I make the money to buy it from my etsy shop I can buy it. I don't know how long I can keep telling myself that.

Hannah and I were in a car wreck. We weren't injured and really my car wasn't either especially when you consider that a truck hit a car and slung the car into another truck and then the car got pushed into me. Don't ask me how it happened. I was watching it and still have no idea. The bitch that caused the accident has State Farm which I would rather have all my toenails pulled out than deal with. Also turns out after her policy pays the totaled car and the truck with massive damage there may not be anything left for me. So I called my insurance co which I hated to do because when someone is sitting at a red light and another person is on her phone or has her head up her ass and doesn't pay attention to traffic, others shouldn't suffer. It should be easier to sue for property damage. I did call around and ask about that. It seemed like it would cost me more in the long run, but the justice would be satisfying.

lol can you tell how frustrated I have been lately?

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