DIY Backyard Waterfall

Okay, so it's not a revolutionary idea or anything--it's been pinned a zillion times--but this is how WE made our very own backyard waterfall to help us beat the heat. It's been in use for almost a week now, and we are definitely getting our money's worth. In all this project cost us $1.29, which I actually spent last summer as this pool noodle has been in the garage all damn year.

Easy-Peasy Instructions

supplies

1 pool noodle

1 plastic cap from your recycling

3 strips of duct tape

steps

Using a skewer, knife or other sharp object, pierce the pool noodle numerous times.
Next, plug one end of the noodle with the plastic cap. 

Then, duct tape the capped end closed. 

Finally, stuff your hose into the end of the pool noodle and you are ready to go. 

As you can see in the pictures, we enjoyed ours suspended between two trees in our backyard. It could also easily hang from a deck, balcony or single tree, or even be placed on the ground. We had some of our good friends over this morning to enjoy a little a.m. backyard waterpark action and it was a total win!

I just set up the kiddie pool underneath the waterfall and then lay out some good old fashioned soapy visqueen, and my kids (and the kids of friends) can play for hours.

How do you beat the heat? I want to hear all of your secrets!

Inside-out Swimming Pool!

It's been hot here in Tiny Town this week. Now I'm not one to complain, since we will barely blink and the drab gray rain that cloaks the majority of our days will return, but I can hardly stand it. When the curls on Aspen's head are kinky and wet with sweat, the food sits untouched on the table and the notion of being anywhere indoors seems laughable, it's time to get outside and do some waterplay... but what?

Today's project? An inside-out swimming pool!

Materials:
6mm painter's plastic drop cloth (I bought a 10'x25' roll, but you can choose your own size)
parchment paper
non-steaming iron (or one with a no-steam setting)
duct or gorilla tape
foam shapes to add in (obviously optional)

Similar projects have been done before by a large crowd of people ala Pinterest, but I hadn't seen it before today. I gave it a try and ended up wowing my boys and cooling us all down--win! My experience was not flawless, but for the $20 I spent and the amount of time it busied up the boys it's still worth sharing for the hot days ahead.

Punk rock domestics FTW!

I started by unrolling the plastic and cutting a large piece off. After matching the edges of the plastic sheet I set my iron to its highest setting, set up a towel folded multiple times to serve as an ironing board on the floor, and tore to large sheets of parchment paper.

Folding the parchment paper evenly around the edges of the plastic as I went, I ironed along the edges. Since the paper sheets were only 2' long, I was able to work in manageable sections and alternate to let each sheet of paper cool in between. I made quick work of the edges, about 20 minutes of work in all.

Before sealing the third and final edge (since one of them is made by the fold in the plastic) I put a set of foam alphabet letters inside the bag. Then, after sealing the third edge, I took the bag outside to fill it.

I cut a slit in the top to accommodate the hose, and then let it fill until it resembled the waviness of a water bed (remember those?). After it was full I just stuck some gorilla tape over the hole in the plastic and let the kids go to town. This larger than life reverse swimming pool was a total hit, and I expect it to be the first thing they ask for in the morning! As much as the little guys liked it, Cedar also gives its supreme cooling powers a 10/10 rating.

Cedar cooling down after school.

For added fun you can drizzle a little dish soap and water on the surface, put some food coloring in the water to create an ocean or a purple cloud or whatever you can dream up, or add other soft buoyant objects or foam shapes to the inside. The alphabet worked as a great mini-lesson; Birch looked for certain colors and letters, and even spelled out a few words. If you end up making your own inside-out swimming pools I'd love to see what you come up with!

What's the weather like where you are? 

How do you beat the heat? 

Tell me all your hot-weather secrets!

Something Better to do with Peeps than Eat Them.

It's that time of year again. In addition to fake plastic grasses that will kill your cats, the brightly-colored overpriced plastic crap from China packaged in cellophane, the Easter Bunny that shits out little jelly bean eggs (gross), and the disgustingly sweet descendance of the Cadbury Creme Egg, it's time for grandparents the country over to send their little lineages packages stuffed with the sickest of sugary treats... Peeps.

When I was a kid I would devour them. I loved the way the sugar left furry little sweaters on my teeth, the way the grains of dyed sugar crunched between my tiny teeth, and of course, surreptitiously biting of the tiny chocolate dotted eyes. Now, however, as an adult with dental insurance and a fondness for oral hygiene, I can't stand the thought. When I see them lining the endcaps at the stores I shiver. For just  $1.29 you, too, could have kids foaming at the mouth, getting the sugar shakes, and leaving a sticky trail of destruction in their wake. A confectioner's manifesto incarnate, those little bastards are a mother's worst nightmare.

UNLESS... You make Peep-Doh with them. This fully edible (though my boys seemed way more interested in playing with it than eating it) activity is an exercise in science, art and cooking, took literally five minutes to make, and even leaves skin feeling silky soft (weird, right?) afterward thanks to the secret ingredient. Aspen and Birch played together with the Peep-Doh for an hour this morning, and I hope your kids enjoy it too!

Peeps
Coconut Oil
Powdered Confectioner's Sugar
Glass bowl
Sprinkles, chocolate chips, food coloring, or other edible add-ins are optional

First I let the kids pack the Peeps in the bowl. Next, we added about a tablespoon of coconut oil and popped the bowl into the microwave for 30 seconds. Next, let cool until the melty birds are lukewarm to the touch. Once cool, begin to add powdered sugar. This is a great sensory based activity where kids can do it all. Birch smooshed and squished and squeezed the concoction until it was the perfect doughy consistency, and Aspen and I worked together to make his. If it's too sticky, just keep adding sugar. If it's too dry, add more melted coconut oil. Add some cookie cutters, a rolling pin, or other kitchen gadgets to the mix and you've got a whole new way to enjoy Peeps that's actually, you know, enjoyable (because those things are actually disgusting).

Peeps post-meltdown.

Well that's ironic.

Once it's all done, simply spray down the surface with some DIY grapefruit cleaning spray and you're good to go. Enjoy!

When Life Hands You Grapefruit...

When we received word we'd be getting a delivery from a Fruit of the Month club as a holiday gift from a friend, though it was slightly reminiscent of the Jelly of the Month club bonus Clark Griswold received and we couldn't tell whether we were being punked at first, we were excited about having a box of fun food delivered to our doorstep. So far we've recieved pears (which I made crockpot GAP {ginger apple pear} Butter with), pineapples (which we grilled in a delicious teriyaki glaze and enjoyed with chicken), oranges (plain devoured), and six plump, deliciously sweet grapefruits. I have made it my goal to waste as little foodstuff as possible so the grapefruit found itself first devoured in fleshy, juicy bite-size chunks, and then I turned the byproduct into FOUR awesome life-extending creations.

The first one was a simple stovetop simmer of grapefruit peels, cinnamon, and water. I left it on the range for hours, turned to the lowest degree simmer possible, and let it fill my house with the smell of clean comfort.

The second is a byproduct of the byproduct simmer... Is that like a double negative? Anyway, blending the aromatic pulp down to a puree makes it a perfect addition to any number of inexpensive body scrub recipes I utilize. The smell creates a great pick-me-up in an energizing morning shower, while the cinnamon helps to reduce acne-causing bacteria and exfoliate dead skin cells.

 The final two creations come in tandem, and are an incredible blend of house cleaning awesomeness fit for the dirtiest jobs. Using simple nontoxic ingredients and a little bit of leftover citrus, you too can create this easy cleaner that your children can literally drink if they wanted to--which they won't, unless they happen to be weirdos with a constant hankering for pickles doused in citrus air freshener, and who has that?

Rinds of six citrus fruits
Cinnamon oil (if desired)
1 gallon distilled vinegar
Airtight glass storage containers (I use mason jars)
Spray bottle(s)
Cheesecloth (though I found a mesh produce bag worked well)

Total cost: < $3

Simply stuff the rinds into the jars leaving headroom to fill with vinegar. Secure lids and put it somewhere safe to sit for two weeks. Every few days shake each jar vigorously to release the citrus oils. Once the two weeks are up simply strain the vinegar through the cheesecloth or mesh bag, taking care to wring the pulp. Reserve the pulp for the next project. Add cinnamon oil if you like the combination (I think it's wonderful), and bottle the citrus vinegar using a 50/50 ratio with water. You are now ready to clean up your act, your kids' act, your dog's act, or any other "act" you might find stuck to your counters, floors, appliances, toilet or walls. My favorite use so far? Whatever that shit is that's plastered to my dining room table. Whatever it was, it's gone now. You will have plenty, so save it for refills or put a cute bow or homemade label on it and drop it on the porch of a sweet friend to brighten their day! To use, simply give the bottle a little shake to enliven the oils, spray, give it a second to work it's magic, and voila! Wipe off the grime with ease.

As for the vinegar pulp, pulse blend it until it is nothing but small lumpy chunks. Store it in an airtight container, and simply mix a small amount with a dash of baking soda for a good extra-strength cleaning scrub for the extra-tough jobs!    

Wishes really do come true!

sack of tools, that is.

I have wonderful friends. Wonderful, brave, daring, talented, hilarious, engaging, and genuine friends. They are always backing me up, even when my ideas are totally batshit crazy. For example I once ran an impromptu coat drive and they stopped by with hot coffee for me and warm coats for the homeless. This time I sent out the invite to my taxidermy themed 34th birthday party and not only did they show up ready to learn, but came armed with accessories like sun hats and itty bitty cigarettes to create incredible taxidermy pieces while here.

This is the best birthday party I have ever had. I once had a roller skating birthday party that was pretty awesome. We had cake and skated. This, however, trumps any birthday party I or pretty much anyone else has ever had. Why?

Three words: Heirloom party favors.

Oh, and we still had cake. Red velvet cupcakes with rabbit ears on them. Thematically apropos.

Not only did these troopers put aside nerves and queasiness, but they brought booze and food and sweet gifts like Magic 8 Balls and bedazzled satin mesh-back Virgin Mary trucker hats (for real, which likely warrants its own photo post later this week). They also wrote genuine messages of love and endearment in my cards, and let me know how special and precious I am to them. They spent hours reminding me why I have chosen them to be my nearest and dearest. Additionally, they are an aesthetically pleasing bunch to spend four hours crammed in a cold garage with, so there's that.

Speaking of troopers, my boys Cedar and Koa deserve a HUGE hollar of gratitude. They entertained, wrangled, bathed five times, read books to, fed, comforted, watched movies and cuddled with Birch and Aspen through the entire duration of the party, the cleanup, and the time it took Brian and I to have a beer, take a load off, and reflect on how much fun everyone had. It really was a once in a lifetime type of thing, and I am so grateful to know the kinds of people who will step outside their comfort zones--or into them, as the case may be--and do something new for the sake of checking things off of Bucket Lists. Monotony is miserable, and everyone deserves to have an heirloom taxidermy piece to leave behind. Thanks to the assistance of Cedar and Koa, I now have two of them. I'll make sure to bequeath one to each of them.

One very important aside: The guinea pigs and rabbits we used were purchased from a reputable provider of feeder animals for zoos, animal rehabilitation centers, and other agencies across the country. They are bred to be feeder animals, and are treated with the highest standards of care during their lives and processing. Humanely euthanized using carbon dioxide, the animals are immediately frozen and sent out. You may notice the mounts we created use only the pelt of the top half of the animals. Because I love me some philanthropy, the parts you can't see (because my Grandpa reads my blog and I don't want to post a picture of a bloody, earless, footless rabbit here to shock him) are heading to Predators of the Heart, an organization serving wild animals in a variety of ways, and will become food for wolves and cougars. I am thrilled to see the animals go full circle to their destiny as feeders while also being memorialized as a tangible remembrance of one of the best times I've had in a long, long time.

Happy Birthday to Me! 34 isn't looking so bad so far... 

   

Taxidermy! (Who doesn't love a birthday party with a theme?)

It's an heirloom.

*Here's your warning shot: There is a graphic image at the bottom of this page. No more so than a biology class, but still, heads up El Sensitivos!*

I once paid an exorbitant amount of money to make my own stuffed rabbit mount. True story. I attended the out-of-town workshop with a cherished friend, so the experience ended up being worth the cost despite the instructor being a crappy facilitator. While she has definitely nailed a niche market--and I appreciate her entrepreneurial spirit, I really do--I was grossly overcharged. Maybe she was having a bad day or maybe being snappy and awkward just comes with the territory in an industry I have little experience in. Either way, I have since wished for that same exact activity with a room full of different people...

I have long believed taxidermy, though quickly gaining clout in the world of trendsetters and hipsters, to be an incredible way to treat the remains of an animal. I also appreciate the kitschy appeal a crappy taxidermized animal can bring to just about any space. Now I am not advocating for killing for fun or, say, I don't know, running down your neighbor's scrawny ragamuffin dog that runs rampant all day long just barking and shitting on everyone's lawn but its own. I don't believe in such cruelties (as evidenced by the continued life of dear little Shaggy as he runs amok atop of the hill). However, if you can find humanely sourced animals or want to go rogue and hit the county roads with a shovel, well, you won't hear an argument from the likes of me is all I'm saying.

And my birthday is Wednesday, so now I'm officially wishing for a taxidermy themed birthday soiree. And, true to my form, if I officially wish for something to happen there really isn't any stopping it. Ask anyone who knows me. And so the small mammals and scalpels were ordered and the invitations sent:

I LOVE YOU TO DEATH: A TAXIDERMY THEMED BIRTHDAY PARTY!   

I have spent the last several days running around like a mad woman trying to pull together the details, and now there are two dozen animals thawing out in my garage for the occasion. I can't wait to tell you more about it, but for now I just wanted to give you a preview of what is coming... and to make sure you know whose blog you are reading.

"Hands up! Nobody move!"

As if my day wasn't colorful enough already, busy and generally overflowing with life. Today started with the motivational warmth of early springtime sunshine, and found us completing lots of errands soaking up of the first glints of seasonal change as the day marched on. Aspen, Birch and I started the day reading stacks of stories wrapped in the scent of the fresh air and cinnamon rolls, and then had a rendezvous at the children's museum with some sweet friends. I was buzzing with good coffee most of the day and checking things off of the to-do list like:

• REGISTER KOA FOR DRIVER'S ED

• ROB A BANK TO PAY FOR DRIVER'S ED! *

• TXFR $$$ FROM SAVINGS->CHECKING TO COVER DRIVER'S ED

• SEND INSURANCE FORMS!!! 

• BUY MORE BOOZE FOR BOOZY COFFEE 

• FIND EYES FOR TAXIDERMY BIRTHDAY BASH!

• BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS

The day would have been complete had it just ended there, but Birch wanted to do something crafty and the new paints we purchased on sale last night (while searching for the eyes for the aforementioned taxidermy birthday bash) seemed like just the draw for him. We didn't find what we were looking for last night but my kid sure did hot-wire one of the Rascal scooters while I patiently waited for the slowest checker on the planet to scan my five items. In the time it took her to complete my transaction Birch managed to knock a chunk of plaster off a wall and bowl over a candy display fixture, one fellow customer, and an entire 6' long magazine rack full of quilting, cupcake and crochet periodicals.

"Mama, did you see me drive?" enthusiastic pride pouring from his dimples.
Yes, Birch, I saw you drive. (trying to conceal my laughter and simultaneous social mortification)
"I drove that motorcycle right past the obst-ta-tles so fast, and it was awesome!"
Yep, that's right... Awesome. It was awesome. That, son, is what we call a euphemism.
"Driving my motorcycle awesome is one moose it isn't?"
Yep, that too. 

Twenty-four hours later I am giggling thinking about the incident and decide to put away the items I couldn't bring myself to look at upon returning home last night. And then there was paint. Lots and lots of paint.

stencils

Aspen hadn't painted like this before in his life, on a canvas all official-like, and Birch was thrilled at the chance to paint me up like a "green kissing paint magic monster" and to have my full and undivided attention directed at meeting his requests for certain colors, tools, or positioning of the canvas. It was messy, it triggered my anxiety about "destroying" our home, it quickly became something I had zero control over, and it was so incredible to see my boys so content. Aspen began painting his body long before he came to understand the purpose of the canvas and Birch seemed content to just mix and mix and mix the paint, happy with the sensory experience of the substance alone.

 

Eventually, though, my anxiety quelled to the sound of pure and unbridled joy as my boys made these incredible pieces. I am really excited to have them, and to hang them in our common space. Not to mention the large sheet of adorable gift wrap courtesy of little hands and feet anxious to dance and covered in paint...

It was simple! I used Frog Tape to secure stencils of the boys' initials in place on the canvas, let them choose their colors and their methods, and stepped back to watch the artistic process unfold before me. Followed up by some mandatory water time--"Hands up! Nobody move! And straight to the bathroom you go!"--this activity quickly whittled away almost an hour and a half. Go on, get messy!

a green kissing paint magic monster

*NOTE: "ROB A BANK TO PAY FOR DRIVER'S ED" never actually made it to my to-do list because, well, obviously I was too busy cleaning paint out of strange places to do anything else today. That's why it's crossed out, just in case you found yourself wondering (or you work for the NSA and are still reading my blog because of the toilet bomb incident).

DIY Toilet Bombs-turned-Tub Cleaner

Are you looking for a cheap, easy, and more eco-friendly way to clean your pipes? I have these tiny little toilets and tiny little pipes that often drain slowly or will back up at the threat of three-ply tissue, so I was. I happened across a recipe on Pinterest awhile back that had a zillion repins so I thought I'd give it a go. It was twofold in its utility: I got to attempt a homemade concoction to replace something I'd formerly turn to nasty chemicals for, and I had an opportunity to engage Birch in a clean and entertaining sensory activity in the process. We made two dozen of a slightly altered version of these DIY toilet bombs. While the jury is still out on whether or not they work on clogged toilets (ours actually seemed to cause a bigger backup when we attempted to use them there), I found them to work wonders when cleaning up the bathroom after the Dough Boy adventures late last week. Since one little muffin-sized bomb disintegrated all evidence of flour fun time in the tub I promised to share the dirt on cleaning the dough, so here you go!

INGREDIENTS:
2.5c Baking soda
8tbs Dawn dish soap
2/3c Epsom salt
several drops lemon essential oil

Mix with your hands until you have the consistency of wet sand, adding more or less of each ingredient as needed. I would be more specific here, but did I mention I made these with a three-year-old? He is a great "pourer," "stirer," "mixer" and "cooker," but not always the most patient "measurer."
Pat into muffin tins. We used paper liners because we had them on hand but if we make them again I will use silicone. The colors of the print leached into the bombs which somehow made them appear less, well, clean. Then let them dry completely, overnight or longer.
Pop them out and package them in an airtight container.

After the flour play, the showers, and the bath, I threw one of these bad boys in the base of the tub and jumped in with a sponge for my own shower. Within moments I was in a sea of clean smelling bubbles, happily scrubbing without fear of my sensitive ladybits being chemically burned. The grease-cutting action of the Dawn totally ate through the doughy smears on the walls of the tub, and the salt and baking soda certainly seemed to help shiny things up a bit too. While they may not be the perfect toilet bomb, they will certainly clean the hell out of a tub and you probably have the ingredients on hand already. Bonus!  
   

What's in the box??

Did you ever see the movie Se7en? Kevin Spacey and Brad Pitt involved in what is arguably one of the most graphic and mind-fucking serial killer/detective cat and mouse games to date. Good flick if you're into that sort of thing. At the end of the movie as Kevin Spacey continues to be, well, Kevin Spacey, Pitt goes off on this freak-out about a package. I don't want to give out any spoilers in case you've been living under a rock or are 17 and haven't seen this decade-old thriller, but suffice it to say that the breath-holding and anxious tooth grinding I do when I watch that flick is totally for naught every time I get to the scene at the end where Pitt asks Spacey “What’s in the box?” over and over. Seriously, it’s just such horrible acting. I actually get annoyed when I get to that part of the movie and I end up mad at myself for how bad it is.    

*Update: I just checked IMDB because it’s important to check facts before blabbing them on the internet, and Se7en came out in 1995. First, that’s practically twenty years ago. Second… TWENTY YEARS AGO?? Why are the things I love—namely music and movies in this case, and maybe some fashion here and there—from the mid-90s time capsule? When I was a kid I used to roll my eyes when my Pops would sing along with his classic rock station idols. My insatiable need to impart my expansive knowledge of the 90s scene on my teenagers is some sort of laughable penance I will apparently pay until Gwen Stefani is old enough to have a solid gig singing on the Strip in Vegas.

Rabbit Cape

Anyway, I found myself in my own messed up version of that scene a few days ago. As you may come to discover (and either love me, hate me, or find yourself totally disgusted by me for), I am dabbling in taxidermy these days. I took Aspen and Birch with me to select a pig from the farm to stock our freezer with recently. What started as a simple drive with the Indie Children’s Pandora station on in the background ended up a heated discussion on the subject of environmental ethics with my three-year-old.

So cuuuuuuute!

“Don’t tell your friends you eat meat,” Birch warned me from the back seat as we drove out to the country. “Why shouldn't I tell my friends I eat meat?” I wanted to know. "Why do you even eat the animals?" he asked, "Don't you know they just have to stay in their habitats? That is very important to the ecos [ecosystem]. And they are just so cuuuuuuute." Some people complain that their children will only eat McNuggets or hot dogs; Birch hasn’t knowingly put meat in his mouth for twenty-nine months now.

The farmer was only slightly taken aback when I asked if it would be possible for me to collect the head to try my hand at jarring a wet specimen, but assured me I’d receive a call once the butcher had done the first part of his job. Fast-forward to this afternoon to find me driving out to collect the head of a pig, and then working in my garage at dusk with the rolling door wide open to move the heavy bag into a Styrofoam cooler full of ice until I’m ready to work on it. If my neighbors didn’t already find me strange enough, they probably now find themselves lying in bed or peeking through their blinds trying to get a glimpse of my garage floor, thinking of the dripping, heavy trash bag they saw me carry from the van to the cooler and wondering, “What’s in the box?” 

There's an app for that.

29 hours

My very first successfully watermarked photo.

+2 incredible, just-what-I-wanted mason jar watermark files

+32 different search term combinations I tried in my search to figure it out independently 

+16 attempts at watermarking photos with new kickass digital stamp

-21 deleted files containing maimed versions of said kickass digital stamp

+7 saved, shitty, not-what-I-wanted-at-all files

+10+/- percentage of friends in my close circle who are legit, professional photographers

-2 waves of anxiety over polling facebook for how-to’s of watermarking so I can use new kickass stamp

+0 number of helpful answers because I don’t know shit about photoshop

+1 wild decision to search the Google Play Store on a Hail Mary

+1 perfect application made just for me

-10 seconds to install it

-0 the amount it cost me to buy the watermarking app

________________________________________________________________________________

= it doesn’t even matter because my brain no longer feels like it’s going to explode!

Whenever you find yourself in doubt, don't. There’s totally an app for that. 

Naming This Baby

Names. I’m sitting at home in my “office” with a hard cider, some music, a bag of blue corn chips and an entire bowl of guacamole. My house is empty save for one sleeping babe on the other side of the door, and I have this entire stormy night to myself to draft an amazing blog entry for my newest great idea. So per usual I’m toiling over some detail instead of producing the brilliant piece I imagined, sifting through dictionaries and thesauruses and searching terms like kickass blog name generator, gimme a good name, and what not to call your blog. Three of my precious Me hours whisked rapidly away into no one direction particularly, kind of like my trash cans in the intense wind storm happening just beyond the rickety rolling garage door. Errr, ummm, walls of my office. 

The only difference, of course, is that I will settle on a blog name eventually (ideally—and likely—before you read this) while I will probably never find my trash cans again. I suppose I’ll likely settle on a nice pair in the selection that will inevitably gather down at the end of the tortuously steep street I reside on so I guess that counts for something. My neighbors will curse me under their breath and call me names, but they will still appreciate that I have eggs whenever they need them. Life is obviously a very delicate balance.     

Names are so important. Blog names. What we name our pets. What we call our kids. Chosen name changes in the courts to signify a new future or to get away from an old past… The cards we play in the Name Game identify pieces of ourselves to those we encounter though they may never question or learn the significance behind a given selection. For example, Mr. Muffstache is not a dog I want licking my face; Shit on a Shingle never sounds like an appetizing answer coming out of my mouth when I’m prodded for the evening menu; and no matter what kind of pudding may be inside that can on the grocer’s shelf, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to eat Spotted Dick.

Hopefully you don’t find my blog name as repellent as something like SOS or Spotted Dick. If you do, it might be a good time to go ahead and leave because I can assure you it’s only going to be more of the same from here on out. If, however, you are among the more adventurous among your friends and family—either in the culinary realm or in life in general—this might be a fun place for you to visit regularly. You can’t change what I’m calling my blog, but feel free to save it under whatever name you choose in your bookmarks. 

UPDATE: I’ve decided on a name for the new baby.  It has been holding me up for days, but less than a week after leaping from the iOS platform to the Android one I was growing increasingly frustrated with my inability to move forward with the setup of all my newfangled gadgets and widgets due to my indecision and so I chose one that fits. I registered the new online spaces with the name a palpable paradox. Why? Well, that’s basically what every story I have to offer now and in the future is likely to be: something so raw, inspiring, true and seemingly absurd,  impossible or illogical that you can feel it confusing your marrow deep inside as you read it. I assure you every word is true according to me and my experience. 

How delightful!