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In 2 weeks our lives have change drastically. Then again that always seems to be the way we do things... fast and without warning.

1. We moved. Closer to my family. WE moved into something that's ours, not going to be ours or promised to us, out right ours. Forgive me I'm not good at sharing, and we wasted so much time trying to help someone who didnt want help. (though she desperately needed it).

2. Husband  got his first out-of-college career at a type job! Its at a hospital 10 minutes from our new home no less.

3. Little one, whom we have been calling panda,  has gotten her first teeth. Yes, i mean teeth. Two bottom teeth at once. Which explains my grumpy panda.

4. I've actually been completing projects for my esty store. A mask, some collage work, prints, up-cycled things and mosaics.
5. I joined weight watchers. Its time. I hate my postpartum body. I've always been a big girl, but now its time to be healthy. Time to break the cycle

Now we prepare for more changes. The more and more life I see the more I want to change mine. The husband and I have made some plans, plans to move in a southerly direction in the next two years. All depending on health fiances and a bit of cosmic faith.

Wish us luck and sunshine.

Home Stead

Ive been spending mounds of time searching for reusing and up-cycling pretty much anything.

We just moved and the mounds of cardboard boxes were overwhelming. While we are provided very large recycling bins to be taken with our weekly rubbish, it just doesn't seem like enough.

 Yes, I am that type of person. A mildly hypocritical hippie. Whats it called? Semi-crunchy?
 Whatever, not the point.

I recently spent the day at a ikea store about an hour away with my sister. While we were driving through canton my sister pointed out a giant hill maybe a small mountain. Our patch of earth does not have hills AT ALL.

" That is not a place the glacier missed, its a landfill" She began to point out how well manicured and built up the surrounding community was. We spent time tossing around the fact that these people were so conditioned to this mountain of garbage being right in their back yard. She seemed appalled that it was normal (which is appalling) but I was more affected by the shear size of the thing.

Feeling so small against a natural wonder is one thing, but feeling small at the base of a mountain of garbage is frightening. Its sick. How can we produce so much waste? How can we roll around in our own garbage? How are people so oblivious? I was aware, but this was a smack in the face.

I have focus nearly all of my artistic efforts to up-cycling my recyclable waste into art. Formula containers, plastic bags, newspaper, tin cans, pop cans, and every little bit I can get my hands on I am keeping.

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Life, today, as I know it

Baby,
Wife,
Cleaning,
Caffeine,
Cleaning,
Serotonin,
Art,
Art,
Baby,
Baby,
Wife,
Packing,
Pacifier,
eBay,
Paint,
Paint,
Mother,
Wine,
Whiskey,
Rum,
Sleep,
Packing,
Sex,
Moving,
Lonely,
Baby,
Smiles,
Giggles,
Cries,
Sleep,
Family,
Peace.