Turns out, the folks I follow on Twitter are pretty TwIsTeD.

I may be losing my mind, but it’s time for the annual apartment re-haul. We tried to do this earlier this year, but between my schedule and frigid temperatures, it just didn’t work out. With the combination of a three-day weekend and my mother’s help, I plan to get our apartment finished by Sunday.

Today, I am the Featured Artist over at STL Handmade. Check out my interview and the awesome digital scrapbooking images they used (too cool).

Crafty goodness + my Twitter addiction? Alright, I cave. It’s about time I had a contest for the folks that follow my mind-numbing ramblings

By the time it was noon, Saturday was panning out to be to hot to handle. I was stuck inside the house- bored out of my mind. Cue theme music- Addison to the rescue! My sister and her little one headed over to STL for a cool afternoon.

I grew up listening to my dad’s Jackson 5 records, only to move on quickly to the likes of Off the Wall, Thriller, and Bad. I watched the videos on repeat, learned every dance move, and would take my gigantic boombox in the backyard to rehearse them for all of our neighbors.

At my “real” job, we just re-launched our website. Yep- I’m blogging over there, too.

While sweating and eating our weight in ribbon fries, a few of us STL Craft Mafia gals hawked our wares at Pridefest in Belleville this Saturday.

I polled Twitter on Friday, during the blast of the heat wave that has been melting St. Louis, for folks’ favorite local ice cream/sorbet/gelato/sno cone/ice cube joint. Thought I would share a bit of the frozen treat luvin’ with you, as I sit and enjoy my orange freeze pop.

Sunday afternoons are best for lounging in the kiddie pool, playing catch with your dad and um… shooting a marshmallow gun at your children? Well, in my family they are.

To fuel my addiction to his writing, this year Chuck Palahniuk brought us Pygmy- a story of the little terrorist who could, but did he?

To Dad: the one who gave me my wavy hair, love of logic puzzles, music addiction and taught me how to cut loose.

Finally, I got what I wanted- er needed. Last night I absorbed an entire evening of music.

I discovered today, during a conversation with myself while driving to the office supply store, that I need to cut some things out of my life to make more room for what I actually enjoy doing. Funny, huh?

My husband is from Clinton County, IL- where once a year, folks fill the park in celebration of…well I don’t really know, summer I guess.

She’s two years, five months old. Her hair is shaggy- an exact replica of mine at her age. Blonde and wavy bangs cover her forehead. You know the tune…they walk alike, they talk alike…Except I’m 27 and she’s my little niece, Addison.

Comment on the giveaway post to enter for your chance to win one of my ten TwIsteD bracelet variety packs.

Right now I am sitting at my dining room table, wrapping TONS of crafty goodness for the giant STL Craft Mafia prize that I will be giving away at tomorrow night’s Girls Guide to the Galaxy relaunch party.

My father (driving) and my sister (the elk) in last week’s Shriner’s Parade. This explains a lot about us.

I write lists on post-its, my hand, scraps of paper, my paycheck stub, the RFT on my passenger seat and any other surface that I scan scribble on with my collection of Sharpies.

Mondays are cursed. I’m sure of it.

When I spotted this, I instantly thought of both my husband and Will Ferrel (not in any particular order).

Molly (the puppy/velociraptor) managed to dig her own grave in our backyard, yesterday.

A pretty weird day, today. It began with waking up to a serious migraine. Knowing I love a paycheck, I headed to work anyway, dosed with Excedrin and caffeine. Neither would make a dent in my brain pain for the rest of the day, but it was worth a shot. It was busy, but quiet [...]