A going green twit on facebook.
So I have a channel on my TV called Planet Green, that tells you all the different ways you can live green. The problem is, they don’t always factor money into all of this. Shop at whole foods stores, only buy recycled products, avoid buying non-recyclable products. All this is well and good if you are well off, but the average person during this recession is getting the cheapest thing out there and glad for it. I try to buy green when I can, but when the difference is dollars, I have to go for the cheaper, well because I’m poor. Oh I fully intend on converting whatever house I get to being as green as possible, because a more green house is a ton of money saved each month. I’ll grow my veggies, compost, and recycle, but other than that, I don’t know how much farther I can go. Man this channel is warping my head.
So I gave in and now I have a Twitter account. Just look for LadyAislin, if you want to follow the boring stuff I type on there. I also after much prodding from my mom and sister, have a facebook account. All I do on there is read other peoples updates and mess with my farmtown app. I really don’t see that much of a point, but it’s a low key way to stay up to date with family and friends. If you know my name then you can find my facebook account.
I have to buy new jeans. Grrr!. My last good pair of levis ripped 2 weeks ago. I had already been pushing it, by squeezing into jeans 1 size too small, but even levis wear out. They really don’t make them like they use to. One thing I will actually pay good money for is jeans, because I know that cheap jeans wear out way, way too quickly. I have to order them too, because all these jean companies are more about fashion than anything. Like I love wranglers, they are the best long lasting jeans out there. But now they have an Aura line for women. The material is thinner and it has elastic in it. And of course no store in Indy carries the classic lines, so I have to get on line and order them, then go out and get a leather needle for my sewing machine and start the whole process of hemming them up. Which is not fun. I usually requires me finding a mirror that I can put of the floor, a lot of looking behind me several different ways and accidently poking my feet and ankles with strait pins 20 times. Then go through the long process of preparing to sew it and then praying that the needle doesn’t break, the whole time I’m sewing it. I’m also going to have to make some new summer clothes for myself because all the cute stuff I got last year isn’t going to fit this year, which makes me sad, because it was so cute. I still have to hem my new work pants, or just wear heels while I wear them, which is most likely what the designer had in mind, but not me. Heels love to hurt my feet. I don’t know how anyone walks long distances in them, unless they lost all feeling in their feet, or are hopped up of heavy pain meds. Plus I don’t agree with most of the styles out right now. It looks like maternity wear. I’m not fond baby doll shirts. Plus I’m fully able to make my own clothes. If only I could make jeans I would be set, but its way easier said than done. I want one of those adjustable tailor’s mannequins. Those are so neat and it would be easier to make clothes that fit me. I need to get sewing again. First thing I need to make is a under shirt corset. My belly needs to be tamed.
Well today is day one of the Great Shiner Experiment. Much to the dismay of seemingly everyone in my family, I’m going to attempt to keep Shiner with me. I agreed that if she shows signs of stress I will take her back to my parents, but my goal all along has been to bring her home with me to stay. She is my dog, and she needs to be the dominate one, and she can’t have that with my parent’s dogs. It’s like living with your parents all your life. You can never be the one in charge. Brett is worrying about Rory, but she will adjust like Shank adjusted to her.
I think it is possible to get a repetitive motion injury from mouse clicking. My f’ing hand and arm hurts from clicking repeatedly on this task that I’m working on. Of course it doesn’t help that I already have some hand problems, like arthritis developing. It’s also been really cold lately and rainy. Both Brett and I’s knees have been feeling it. He’s bent his 500 ways from Sunday and I moved my kneecap during 9th grade year playing volleyball. But I have my fuzzy children to keep me warm at night. So that’s good. I wish this project would get done soon, so my poor fingers can rest.
Well I think I’ve rambled on long enough. Now for more productive things, like lunch! LOL! Laters! Savvy?
-Aislin
So I gave in and now I have a Twitter account. Just look for LadyAislin, if you want to follow the boring stuff I type on there. I also after much prodding from my mom and sister, have a facebook account. All I do on there is read other peoples updates and mess with my farmtown app. I really don’t see that much of a point, but it’s a low key way to stay up to date with family and friends. If you know my name then you can find my facebook account.
I have to buy new jeans. Grrr!. My last good pair of levis ripped 2 weeks ago. I had already been pushing it, by squeezing into jeans 1 size too small, but even levis wear out. They really don’t make them like they use to. One thing I will actually pay good money for is jeans, because I know that cheap jeans wear out way, way too quickly. I have to order them too, because all these jean companies are more about fashion than anything. Like I love wranglers, they are the best long lasting jeans out there. But now they have an Aura line for women. The material is thinner and it has elastic in it. And of course no store in Indy carries the classic lines, so I have to get on line and order them, then go out and get a leather needle for my sewing machine and start the whole process of hemming them up. Which is not fun. I usually requires me finding a mirror that I can put of the floor, a lot of looking behind me several different ways and accidently poking my feet and ankles with strait pins 20 times. Then go through the long process of preparing to sew it and then praying that the needle doesn’t break, the whole time I’m sewing it. I’m also going to have to make some new summer clothes for myself because all the cute stuff I got last year isn’t going to fit this year, which makes me sad, because it was so cute. I still have to hem my new work pants, or just wear heels while I wear them, which is most likely what the designer had in mind, but not me. Heels love to hurt my feet. I don’t know how anyone walks long distances in them, unless they lost all feeling in their feet, or are hopped up of heavy pain meds. Plus I don’t agree with most of the styles out right now. It looks like maternity wear. I’m not fond baby doll shirts. Plus I’m fully able to make my own clothes. If only I could make jeans I would be set, but its way easier said than done. I want one of those adjustable tailor’s mannequins. Those are so neat and it would be easier to make clothes that fit me. I need to get sewing again. First thing I need to make is a under shirt corset. My belly needs to be tamed.
Well today is day one of the Great Shiner Experiment. Much to the dismay of seemingly everyone in my family, I’m going to attempt to keep Shiner with me. I agreed that if she shows signs of stress I will take her back to my parents, but my goal all along has been to bring her home with me to stay. She is my dog, and she needs to be the dominate one, and she can’t have that with my parent’s dogs. It’s like living with your parents all your life. You can never be the one in charge. Brett is worrying about Rory, but she will adjust like Shank adjusted to her.
I think it is possible to get a repetitive motion injury from mouse clicking. My f’ing hand and arm hurts from clicking repeatedly on this task that I’m working on. Of course it doesn’t help that I already have some hand problems, like arthritis developing. It’s also been really cold lately and rainy. Both Brett and I’s knees have been feeling it. He’s bent his 500 ways from Sunday and I moved my kneecap during 9th grade year playing volleyball. But I have my fuzzy children to keep me warm at night. So that’s good. I wish this project would get done soon, so my poor fingers can rest.
Well I think I’ve rambled on long enough. Now for more productive things, like lunch! LOL! Laters! Savvy?
-Aislin