So it's been close to three weeks since I've posted anything. I've been so busy making flip flops and just dealing with life in general that I put my blog on the back burner for a while. It wasn't something I intentionally did, but it happened.

I was able to finally open my etsy shop. You can find it at www.theflopshop.etsy.com. Emily and I had our first sale at the Young Entrepreneur's Market this last Saturday and we only sold four pair. I think if the museum, who hosted the sale, had advertised more for it, we all would have been more successful. Instead it seemed the only people buying anything were the ones who had booths and were selling things themselves. Our booth was about the only one that had handmade items. Everyone else had garage sale type things. Old toys, stuffed animals and clothes. Either way we had fun doing it and it was nice spending the day with Em.

This last Friday I also turned 35. It's a little weird saying that. 35. The night before I got kinda depressed about it. I usually look forward to my birthdays. The attention, the gifts but this year was different. I didn't want to be 35. I also didn't want to have another birthday without my mom. I have been really missing her this week, but I'm not sure why. No significant reason I guess.

Anyway, the morning of my birthday I woke up in a little better mood and looked forward the weekend. I had originally been scheduled to work the day after my birthday, which was my weekend off, but the schedule was changed and I was taken off and I wasn't unhappy about it at all. Friday afternoon my sister came to take Blake for the weekend and Emily and I ran some errands before going out to eat with Adam.

We went to a locally owned steakhouse and had a great meal. When we were done eating Adam stood up and told everyone it was my birthday and asked them if they would sing to me. They all went for it like he was asking them to pass the pepper. It was slightly embarrassing but I think our little 17 year old waitress was even more embarrassed. She got a little red in the face.

On Saturday Emily and I had our sale then we met my sister and Blake at a pizza place for lunch and so she could then take Emily for the night. My sister brought my bday presents and she got me a Willow Tree Angel, a digital picture frame and the RENT live on broadway DVD. When I saw the DVD I squealed, "Yay! I forgot I wanted this!!" Which I totally had.

After that Adam and I did some shopping then came home and started cleaning up the house. Adam had bought some Motorola walkie talkies from someone at our sale and he wanted to try them out. He left to walk next door to the grocery store to buy batteries. Right after he left the wind picked up and it started to pour down rain. I stood out on the deck until the wind changed and I got pretty soaked. I decided to look out the back of the building and watch for Adam try to make it home in the monsoon. I opened the apartment door and there he stood SOAKING wet. He looked like he had been standing in the shower for about five minutes with all of his clothes on.

After toweling off we had fun playing with the walkie talkies. Adam wandered around the building and outside to see how far he could go and it was pretty far. He came back in and we resumed cleaning. Adam got ambitious and decided to vacuum under the couch cushions. I took them off while he hooked up the vacuum hose and that's when the power went out.

Once we realized it probably wasn't going to come back anytime soon out came the walkie talkies again and Adam started knocking on neighbor's doors, going inside and saying crazy things on the walkie talkie. After a bit all the neighbors came up to our house with a cake for my birthday and an iTunes gift card and we ate cake in the kinda dark.

Once the neighbors left Adam and I headed out to dinner and then the casino. We won $88 so we went to the bar for some drinks. I watched a guy do 38 shots of gin and vodka for his 38th birthday and then walk out of the bar like he had been drinking water all night. Have you ever seen 38 shots of anything at one time? It's an amazing sight. I actually think he did more than just 38 shots because the bartender just kept bringing more and more cups of various things. After a while a friend started passing some out to people in the bar and Adam and I got one. She was the one that said she thought it was vodka and gin. It smelled like scotch tape and tasted awful.

At the bar there was also a group of guys who were out for their buddie's bachelor party. They were dressed like they had been out all day golfing. The guy getting married was a total douchebag. He was dressed like a douchebag (which, btw is plaid golf shorts and a cream polo, in case you were wondering) and he talked like a douchebag. You could tell that his buddies (all three of them) were really sick of listening to him babble on and on. That's what he did the entire time they were there was go on and on about the same thing over and over. I know this because he stood right freaking behind my stool. First he went on and on about how he was marrying his best friend.

"She's my best friend."
"I'm actually marrying my best friend."
"Like you guys are my friends, but she's my BEST friend."
"Everyone always says they married their best friend, but I am ACTUALLY doing it."
"She's totally my best friend. Like, if I came home and said, I crapped in my pants today she would be like, 'Oh.' because she's my best friend and she wouldn't care."

--OK. Let me just interject here and say, if she was your best friend, she SHOULD care that you crapped your pants. Like, if my best friend Jim came over and was like, "Wawa, I crapped my pants today." I'd be like, "WTF?? WHAT?? Why the hell did you crap your pants? Is there some issue I need to know about? Were you sick from something? Did you eat too many prunes today? Does this happen often or do we need to seek out medical attention?" I would hope ANYONE, not just my best friend would be concerned about the fact that I just crapped my pants, if for no other reason than they just don't want me to sit on their couch.

Anyway, later the conversation turned to what the name of his first born son will be. He named off one name which he kept repeating over and over. He likes it because it's the name of his favorite baseball player. I don't remember the name, it wasn't one that I recognized but I do remember, even after drinking the liquid scotch tape, that it sounded just as douche-y as he was acting. After that his second choice is Grady. "Isn't that a cool name? Grady? Grady Insert-whatever-his-last-name-was-here? I like it. Don't you like it? I really like that name. Grady. Isn't that cool? Grady? All of his buddies were silent. They all knew it was a douchebag redneck name.

In other recent happenings, Adam was on the news last week because of a storm we had. A tree fell in our 'hood during a bad storm so our neighbor and Adam were cleaning it up. Along comes the local CBS affiliate and they interview another neighbor. Then it was Adam's turn. Adam starts talking about how we were eating dinner at Hungry Hobo (that's a local sub shop for those of you who aren't from 'round these parts) and that the weather was calm and quiet. Then Adam says, "then it hit like a FRIGGIN' MONSOON. You couldn't even see the cars in the parking lot. It was raining HEAVY!" We DVR'd the event. We like to invite other neighbors over and replay it in slow motion to watch his eyes get really wonky and the serious look on his face when he says, "heeaaaavvvvyyyyy." Classic.

Up next:

A look back at the month in June in pictures.

Done and done...almost

I got my light box made and all of my flip flop pictures taken. Tomorrow I'll be opening up my Etsy shop and I expect each of you to check it out. I still have about 5 or 6 more pairs of flip flops yet to make and then I'm done for a while. We'll see what happens with the Etsy shop and the entrepreneur's market at the end of the month. I might need to stop making them for a while due to lack of sales (oh PLEEEEEEASE don't let that happen!) or I might need to turn into a mad woman and make several more pairs. Let's hope for somewhere close to the latter.