Etsy - The Panda Edition

I stole this idea from The Gnome's Mom.


I am looking for ideas on how to redecorate my kitchen and make it more me.  As you may or may not know I have a thing for Pandas.  So, I'm looking to decorate my space in Pandas.

Amanda the Panda Mug made by Art Haus Ceramics.  I'm listing this first because I'm not human until I've had my first cup of coffee.  It's just that important and would be even more pleasant in a cup like this.

I love this picture made by Keep Calm Arsenal.  The simple black and whiteness of pandas is one of the reasons I love them so much.

I could use a few of these sets Panda Bear Magnets made by Crafty Goodies.  They also have a tack board version if you prefer that.

Panda Thumbtacks made by yum yum buttons because I am so forgetful that I need a tack board as well.  It might as well be cute.

Panda Enviro Wraps made by The Straight Stitch for the tree hugger in me.  Just because I want to save the Earth doesn't mean I can't have something cute while I do it.

Salt & pepper shaker set from Come on Haze.  I want a set that's cute enough to where I don't feel the need to hide them away when I'm not using them.

I so very need this spoon rest from fruit fly pie because I am addicted to spoon rests.  I have used dessert plates as a spoon rest when I didn't actually have a real one on hand.  I'm that into them.

This Panda Hoodie by aNGrYGiRL Gear is not a kitchen item, but it's still awesome.  I want it so much.


The only thing I didn't find that I was actually looking for was an apron because I'm a messy baker.  I always get flour on my clothes, but they had a lot of cute Panda prints.  I could always make an apron of my own I guess.

It's still racism

It's still racism if the race you're talking about can't hear you.  It's still racism if you're only joking with your friends.  If you wouldn't say it in front of a person of the race you're referring to then it's not okay to say.  Saying that everyone does it doesn't make it less wrong.  This is when you need to be the change you want to see in the world.

I'll take this even further with the cheesy sayings because I rather like this one.  A river starts out as a small stream.  A movement starts out small like a stream and grows as person by person they realize that the way we did it was wrong.  You may be one person, but you're adding to the stream.  Eventually a stream becomes a river, a river can become a bay, and a bay joins the ocean.

Racism isn't okay and you shouldn't stand for it.  I don't care how common place it might be.  It exists and it shouldn't, we should know better by now.

Blast from the Past Friday

A blast from the past

The Return of Sanity

Right now I'm blogging on the floor in my kitchen.  You're probably wondering why.  Well, my daughter is sleeping where my computer is and I'm a loud typer.  I'd rather not wake her up just yet.
Things are somewhat improving since I started my experiment.  Though I now have other factors working against me now.  I have a Parent/Teacher conference coming up, I've been trying to get Dedrick to be more responsible for his stuff, and suddenly Ella won't sleep unless she's in my arms/bed.  This is on top of all the other things I need to deal with right now.
However, I really enjoy this time to myself.  At least now I get a chance to eat breakfast now.

Wordless Wednedsay - Presents

I would have a picture of Dedrick with his present, but he came home with bad news and I got distracted.

Family issues

When I was a little girl I had a favorite Uncle.  He was the best Uncle anyone could have and the best father from what I could tell.  I still love that Uncle, but he's not the same person he used to be.  The years have changed him and in many ways it has not changed him for the better.

He is more distant.  It's almost impossible to get in touch with him.  As a matter of fact I have no idea how I would contact him if I ever really needed to tell him anything.  This makes me very sad because I remember how he was and I miss the person he was.

I actually saw him today.  I'm grateful because that means he's still working.  He's working on the road I live on.  I thought I saw him last week, but I wasn't fully sure.  I saw him while waiting for my son's bus this morning.  I knew it was him because he had to get out to put a cone by the road.  I knew him by the way he walked and his signature beard.  There is no mistaking him.

However, I couldn't help wondering if he recognized me and especially if he recognized my son.  I waved and he waved back, but it was a small polite wave.  It's been years since I've actually seen him in person.  Though the last news I had heard of him was that he had gotten in a motorcycle accident.  Clearly, he's doing much better now....well, at least physically better.  I just hope that when he gets past the things that are adding drama to his life that he'll feel it's okay to let his family back into his life.  We miss him.

Do you have any relatives that have estranged themselves?  How do you handle it?  Did they eventually come back?