the post in which i complain about blogs

i love reading blogs. i love 'em. i spend hours upon hours each week sorting through the many blogs i follow, enjoying the pretty pictures, following links to websites with more pretty pictures. one might call me addicted. they bring sunshine into my life and give me glimpses into peoples interesting and funny lives. lives that are nothing like mine. which is why i love them. until this morning.

this morning is the morning i got sick of blogs. i became bitter and angry because these blogs rub it in my face what a boring and uneventful life i lead. a life that does not include pretty party dresses, polka dot dishes, or cute blue bikes. and for this, i am angry. the people that write these blogs have interesting jobs. they do artsy, designey, vintagey fun things. they have jobs that keep them "busy". They take weekend vacations with their adoring boyfriends/husbands to beaches and forests, where they wear pretty hats and eat delicious food. they post pictures of french models in cute wool coats, and adorable vintage inspired weddings. these blogs writers know exactly what to do to pull you in, and then make you feel like crap, because your life looks nothing like theirs.

which is why i refuse to read anymore pretty blogs. until i came home from work and needed another fix.

cake, stolen twigs, and a 3 million dollar house

so i have decided to incorporate my dreams into my blog. they are incredibly strange, and i always want to tell people my dreams, but it is hard to bring into conversation without being a kook. so here it is, my first dream post. do enjoy.

i was late to my sisters wedding, which was being held at the state fair. all the bridesmaids were wearing gauzy pink gowns, but all i had on was something with red and white stripes, which my mother assures me is fine. the wedding finishes, and i am asked to cut the cake. it is a small chocolate cake, and looks very delicious. only the bridesmaids get cake. lucky for me, i am a bridesmaid, so i eat my cake, and enjoy it much. my sister yells at the woman who delivered the cake, but i don't know why- i apologize to the cake lady and assure her my sister is just pregnant, and its the hormones making her crazy. sister and i proceed to collect the leftover flowers from the wedding once it is over, and we see some interesting twig-like plants growing out of pots, so i cut them down and add them to our collection of leftover flowers. they belonged to an old couple selling flowers, and i am flooded with guilt, but not enough to pay them for the damage i have done. we run for it, and end up at a bank where sister has an appointment with a bank lady, even though it is 8 o'clock at night. we are getting checking accounts, and i want the kids one, because you get free tickets to the zoo when you sign up for it, but the bank lady tells me i really should take the adult kind, because then the bank will give me a loan to build a house, only if it is a small house, but they will give me up to $3 million dollars. i explain that a $3 million dollar house does not sound small. we are shuffled off to a bathroom to complete word puzzles on green paper. there are dogs all over, and some cats too. jessica simpson walks past, and i am petting her little dog, and she tells me not to loose him. i promise her i wont. i cant figure out how to finish my word puzzles, and the bank lady is getting angry at me. maybe i should have taken the kids checking account...

there, that wasn't too kooky...right?

image from here.

goals. for now.

• get a full time job, preferably one that utilized my interests and/or talents. this job must pay more then minimum wage, and my not include touching peoples dirty clothes, and/or making them something to eat or drink.
  

• move out of parents house.

thats as far as i've gotten. more to follow.