Helping others

I heard about this story from a fun, little blog I frequently enjoy and I feel horribly for this family. Please visit here and here to help out and score some great stuff, too:

"Nie Nie Day on Thursday.
For those who haven't heard, my blogging friend Stephanie Nielson and her husband were in a terrible plane accident. They are in critical condition and Stephanie has third degree burns covering about 80% of her body. Recovery will be long and very expensive. To help raise funds, Design Mom has declared Thursday Nie Nie Day. Starting tomorrow all over the internet there will be auctions and things for sale--including here on Oh Happy Day. I've heard some whisperings of some of the things that will be auctioned and there is some seriously amazing stuff. Design Mom will post a comprehensive list of all the auctions going on.So tomorrow get your pocketbooks ready...and please forward this information to all your friends."

If there is anything you can do to help, please consider doing so. The internet is a wonderful thing.

Added to the list of a musical chameleon's summer soundtrack

Pandora radio is quickly making my workday that much less productive. Is it overdramatic to say that I think it is life-changing? Yeah, I think so too. I realized just this morning that not only can I listen to my favorite workout stations on my phone (hooray for technology!) while at the gym (Stevie Wonder, Fugees, Erykah Badu, etc); but I can also yank out the cord for my xm radio dock at work and hurredly run back and forth in my heels and flared capris from my work bench and the connected iPhone to see which new artist is currently playing.
I now have a rapidly growing list propped on top of the amplifier and I'm jotting down artists that I'm loving.
Here are just a very few from my first two hours of messing around with workplace music:
Nouvelle Vague (with my love affair of most things French, how have I not heard of them until now?)
Lisa Ekdahl
Emiliana Torrini
Pink Martini
Catherine Feeny

What's on your playlist?

Matching dishes are for sissies

Here's that photo I was looking for last week and if I had my way, this is how the inside of my cabinets would look. My roommate, however, is all matchy-matchy about stuff and would certainly develop an awful nervous facial tic if exposed to this level of disorganization.

Working girl

I'll admit that maybe I have a wee obsession with photos of my daughter; but, seriously, are you stinkin' kiddin' me? She provides the best photo opportunities.

Five things I will not do again, at least for 10 or 11 days

1. Go to the gym, forget to put socks in my bag and decide to run anyway. My heels are a bloody mess. Literally. I mean, Target was like 1/4 mile away.
Upon realizing my amateur mistake, I sheepishly walked up to the counter at the gym with my head down and said, "Um, do you sell socks?'.
To which she replied, "Aren't you the girl who asked me last week if we sold deoderant?".
2. Go to the gym, forget my deoderant and decide to run anyway.
3. Be deep in conversation with my husband at the end of the day and grab the first small tube of 'toothpaste' out of the medicine cabinet that's available. Let's just say that he has a case of The Athlete's Foot and is messy about keeping his junk on his own shelf.
4. Assume that friends are forgiving.
5. Underestimate the vining ability of a backyard pumpkin patch.

What I've loved most about this summer

I've received countless dandelions, leaves, acorns, pieces of mulch, fancy flowers from neighbor's yards, clover and dead tree twigs from her this summer. It's the best.

And yet he's totally fine with his masculinity

I stuck this on the dash of my husband's vehicle one day while we were parking the car to go to the park with our daughter.
Upon seeing it, he immediately swiped it off it's happy little perch and said something like, 'No effin' way!'.
But, then, a transformation.
I can't be sure if the purple and pink glitter mane caught the sun in such a powerful way that he was overcome by the beauty and glow of the tangerine body, but he gently relented to keeping Rosemary's My Little Pony there for longer than about three minutes.
Now I am unable to resist the urge to keep that information to myself.

Things that bring me an unreasonable amount of pleasure

I've always liked old junk.

Not in a greasy, car mechanic kind of way. More of a musty, cedar chest kind of way.

Clothing, jewelry, scarves, shoes, hats, flatware, postcards, dishes, and on and on.

Here's a typical exchange between a man and said junk-admiring woman: "You know what, sweetie, I'd really rather have a $3 rhinestone necklace than this emerald ring." He's a darn lucky man, that one.

I'm just going to come out and say that there's absolutely no money exchange going on here for my review of the wonders of their shop; unless, of course, they want to unload that shoebox of sparkly jewelry behind the counter I eyeballed as I was paying my $7 for three necklaces. Just a thought.

These are some some neat things I saw at my pre-lunch jaunt to the current favorite antique/junk shop. I also had some wonderful photos of stacked pastel dishes and graphic tablecloths, but now cannot seem to find them. I'll just keep you waiting on that and will give you something else to sigh over for another day.

I never get tired of these. Ever.

I love these comics. So fun.

Fellow design aficianados

What do you think of the new site?

Does it make you go cross-eyed? like in a bad way?

Are you glad to have some additional color on the page? but would rather it not be in a fuzzy wallpaper kind of way?

Looking for some feedback here.

I love to hate you

One box of tissue in my truck.

Another on the back of the toilet.

One more on my desk at work.

Picked up another (with cute little blue shells, actually) tonight at the supermarket.

And I use toilet paper whenever convenient.

I have grass allergies, which is so completely cruel as I worship summer and her aromotic river matted hair. She is my goddess and I am merely her pollen slave.

Tonight I thought maybe I should see what the heck is going on in the air around here as my head is a bucket of clear, running snot; so I checked pollen.com and found out that central Indiana is at a 9.6 out of 10 this week. Which means I am doomed to sneezing gluey, sticky snot into my right shoulder for the next several days (not to mention stuffing a twisted-up kleenex into my left nostril to avoid excessive leakage into my pillow tonight. Totally hot).

If I weren't a current member of the 'Freaky Toddler Nursing Club', I'd just go get some dang Benadryl already. Cripe.

Suggestions, anyone?