Handy I am not: Hammock Addition

Yesterday I decided I needed a hammock, and I was ready to have it right then and there. I needed it. I mean every back yard needs a hammock, right? Let me preface this by saying I am not 'handy'   but I try really hard to prove that I am, at least once a year. This was my moment. I was going to prove to myself once and for all, I am handy.

Then this happened: 

First, we went to Menards.... everyone asked if I needed help. Apparently my fear and uncertainty was radiating... 

Then we got a little distracted....

Then I had a rude awakening: The box was not going to fit (because I had to...HAD to have the puppy divider up. No really, I did.)

I do not have a big trunk you can stick your bike in....sorry.

Here are the steps to successfully (kind of) putting together a hammock: 

1. Figure out how to fit the box in your car

2. Get home, pull the box to where you want your hammock

3. Look at the directions, briefly

4. Put the hammock stand together in 15 minutes

5. Put the hammock on and realize it's the wrong size

6. Go back to Menards

7. Put the hammock together like a boss 

 8. And finally, relax

So, I was successful...and even though there was a hiccup, for once I was 'handy'. 

Success. 

Happy Thursday! 

Monday. Confessions.

Monday...everyone hates them so I figured I'm going to theme Monday. CONFESSION MONDAY. 

Here we go. 

My confession: Icing...in a can. 

Some people have been privy to this issue I've had, but not everyone has....and it's embarrassing and really hard to find a logical reason or explanation for it.Other than I love sweets? Sugar? Icing.....

It started many years ago, I was just a child. Impressionable. Unsure about the world. Seeking solace in anything tangible and stable. I wanted to feel attached and apart of something that would never run out on me (without the option of a refill or easy repurchase.)  One day I had a tasty little cupcake right in front of me. I bit in. I hated it. The cake was dry. Lacking flavor. It was a joke. But then I looked deeper and realized I could just lick the icing off... That is when it happened. Euphoria.

For years I have been in search for the perfect icing. Every new icing is a new adventure for my taste buds. I know that with that first lick, that first scoop, I will hit a new magical accord in my life. Icing really is what dreams are made of. But later on in life I started getting a little resentful of the fact that I always had to find a spoon for the vats of icing that I was purchasing (in a normal quantity, STOP JUDGING). If there was no spoon, there was no happy moment for me....until I found a spoon. It was really hindering my joy. Seriously. 

Then I saw it. It happened. Right there in front of my face. The answer to all my question. The hero to my spoon trauma. 

No-Fuss. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. (ignore the need of a  mani)

All of my icing prayers and wants=cured. My confession this Monday? I eat this crap straight out of the container. All day err day. Get in my belly. Tasty goodness. My word to the wise? Don't knock it, till you try it. 

I hope you all enjoyed my confession. I feel a little bit better about life getting that off my chest. 

By the way, You guys like my leggings (they are icing spill proof):

Happy Monday ya'll. Happy Eating :)