I have recently been asked to sale my purses and such, at the "Women Art Center" in Salt Lake City. I find this to be a compliment, but it scares me to death. Will the purses be good enough? Will this business be worth the money I am pouring into it? Will my kids soon find a surrogate mother that will love and tend to their every whim like I use to....Oh wait, that has never happened.

I dropped off the allotted amount of merchindise tonight. Came home and started sewing again for my etsy store. Tomorrow I hit the fabric shops for six bags that will be shipped to Australia. Yes that's right boys and girls, I have gone international. This seems to be another great opportunity for me. Cross your fingers, pray to the heavens, rub your lucky rabbits foot, do whatever you need to help me sale myself....I mean my purses.

Can I say that I am just tired...I recently started working another job on top of my regular job. I'm also working on my etsy shop.

My regular job is a perfect "mom" job. Working only the hours that my kids are in school. When they have a day off, so do I. My other job just fell into my lap. Working retail. The hours SUCK! I love fabric and all that it entails. One day I was in a fabric shop looking for fabric for my bags and purses. I asked if they were hiring. It didn't take much to convince them that I was their girl. The next week I had a job and absolutely no life. I will be working this job over the summer and then make the decision to keep it or not. I can't continue to work myself into the ground like this.

My house has gone to pot and so has my brain not to mention my family.

Wow...It's been awhile. I've slacked writing on my blog because of my wonderful insecurities. I am not really funny, I don't express myself well and I suck at using big words. I did reminded myself today I am not here to entertain the world. My blog is here so that I can record my thoughts, ideas and the general diarrhea that enters and exits my brain.

This blog is for me to keep a log of my days as a wife, mother, sister, hoe, daughter, and last but not least a jack-ass.

I would like to continue with decor Ideas, but I have looked at other blogs and there are much more talented people out there to give you any and all ideas of hanging a picture, making your bed, wiping your nose, and general upkeep of your house.

I am so proud of this new addition to the DiTH line!! It is large enough to be a diaper bag or just a great purse to hold everything you could possibly need when you stuck somewhere. Like a fresh pair of panties and a bottle of wine! I can make this purse with green, pink or blue accents. Order Now! www.dith.etsy.com

During the last couple of weeks I've been devising a plan to make lots of money. Well we all know that's not going to happen, so I will settled on doing something I enjoy and hopefully make some money on the side.

I remember back in the 6th grade when I walked into my home ec. class, as it was called back then, to rows and rows of sewing machines. My friend was a great seamstress at 13. She was always showing up to school with different outfits that she had made. I thought it would be great to create and sew my own clothes too. My first pair of shorts were not far from being three legged. But I worked hard and learned with much trail and error.

During the next couple years I became fluent in my sewing abilities. When I was a yound child of 15 I was hired on at ZCMI in their alterations department. To this day I have never worked fast food! That deserves bragging rights!

Communication in our family consists of Instant Messages, Twitter and text messaging. We rarely talk to each other any other way. I do love to twitter. I always have little thoughts running through my head that I like to say but don't ever get a chance to express them. Twitter gives me that opportunity. But there are those days when I despise anything that takes away from a warm friendly conversation. There must be a happy medium somewhere.

In the last year my two oldest girls have entered the world of cell phone ownership. I do like that I can get a hold of my girls anytime I want. Except for the times when they don't answer the phone. Don't get me started.

I grew up with an olive-green rotary-dial phone. Far from the advantages that my girls currently have.