So, this is our new puppy Magda. We went to go see her brother and ended up loving her more. So she came home with us. Way to work it, puppy.





Other things about Magda:

- She slept through the night last night (we did not realize at the time of buying her that we would be taking her out four times a night for the first three days-- we are thankful that this stage appears to have passed).

- She can do awesome tricks, like looking cute and jumping over Jon's leg.

- She's turned me into one of those people that lets their dog lick their face.

- I did actually think for a moment that it might be cute to put a little outfit on her.


So, I lost my dignity but gained a pretty cute puppy. Be sure to honk and wave if you see us out and about. She'll be the dog in the sailor suit.

That's all I wanted to say. I can't decide whether I'm more annoyed that I stayed up until 1:30 watching him make a complete a** of himself or that I watched an entire season of television waiting for it to happen. Or that I publicly defended The Bachelor in front of groups of people that I respect. Or that I wore a t-shirt with his face on it. No I didn't.

It's amazing how one speech can result in not one, not two, but three of my favorite media moments this week.

First, this.




Yes. You did hear Chris Matthews say that out loud. My theory, though, is that it was actually Keith Olbermann saying it-- and Chris Matthews took the bullet for him. Whoever it was, it was amazing.




And then, this.





And now, the best of all:






I feel bad for Bobby Jindal. But maybe some good will come of this: maybe next time they'll actually get Kenneth to deliver the Republican response.

Get ready, people. As alluded to in the title, I am really covering all the post-modern blogging bases in this post here.

So, we've established that I like projects. And, by way of update, we did end up getting those curtains on our next trip to Ikea because 1) Jon is really the best husband ever, and 2) I made up a ruse project. And it sounded even crazier than the curtains. While Jon was busy rightfully vetoing that crazy-a** project, I was sneaking the curtains into the giant yellow Ikea bag.

And it worked! (pictures soon to come)

So, on to the next project.

This one comes via my great friends Holly and Andy. They did this fun thing on their blogs. I wasn't in time to cash in on Andy's and, technically, I wasn't even actually in time to cash in on Holly's (but I thought I was and, turns out, that was enough-- welcome to my life). Here's how it works:


The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me.

Just for you.


This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1- I get to choose what I make for you.
2- There are no returns or exchanges.
3- Your creation will be just for you.
4- It'll be done this year.
5- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a poem. It may be a mix-tape. It may be a small child. Remember: no returns.


The catch? You have to join the tagging-crafting-giveaway ranks by re-posting this on your own blog and offering the same deal to 5 of your own lucky blog readers.

So, the first 5 people to leave a comment telling me they are in win a homemade gift by me!

Note: No crushing people in your hurry to comment. This isn't Wal-Mart here.

Poor Jon. He thought that our recent move into our fun new apartment (I'll post pictures when it doesn't look like a bomb that blew up at a garage sale) was going to keep me satisfied for more than four days.

Unfortunately, we're learning that I have an infinite capacity to want stuff.

It's not that I'm materialistic. I don't want stuff just to have stuff. But I love projects. And more importantly, I think it keeps me off medication sometimes. Rather than popping a Xanax (I have a sneaky suspicion that I could also love prescription drugs), I arrange furniture in my head. All day. Jon aptly termed it a "healthy fixation."

Which might help to explain why I was almost in tears at Ikea last night when my convoluted explanation of how I would attach the curtains below to a network of exposed piping in our bedroom with imaginary hardware was met with less than the rapturous reaction I was hoping for from Jon.


Sorry, dude. At least now you know what a temper tantrum in Sweden would be like. Taking me out for ice cream afterwards was a really nice touch. Just one more reason I'm glad I married you.

I know. I don't deserve to consider myself a blogger. But maybe you want to forgive me and think I can do better in the future?

I'm giving you the video below as a little "let's make up and be friends again" offering. I think you'll find it's worth it.

(A little pre-video note: This is all real. And it's all serious. And it's 199% amazing. Go to utahwolfproductions.com if you want to see more. Thanks to Collin for the great lead.)





And if you think that's awesome, how about a promise that I won't ever go a month and a half without posting again? I can totally make that promise. Probably.

Notice anything funny about this picture?

Yeah, that's not me.

It freaked me out too, but apparently I have a twin running around out there, wearing Aunt Maude glasses (that I kind of want-- Jon doesn't approve). I will admit that there is a part of me that wants to figure out who she is and meet her, if only to settle once and for all the irrational claim I made as a thirteen year-old that I had to be adopted (now looking more and more rational).

Twin, if you're reading, maybe we could get together and switch places for a week, kind of Parent Trap style. I could take over your indie craft fair responsibilities and you could figure out what I'm doing with my life. I think it's a pretty fair deal. Just let me know if you're interested.


P.S.- Also, does your indie craft friend happen to have a sister named Judy? They just look kind of similar, mostly in the forehead region.