My new terrarium

I have a confession to make, I kill plants. Like every time. Then I found these pretty little plants, They are Tillandsia seideliana or air plants, they don't need to be planted in soil, and they can survive for a long time without water, perfect for me. The Benson greenhouse has a plant store and when I wandered in there I bought a few. 

When I brought them home I put them in some moss in this 

its really just the bottom of a 2 liter soda bottle. Kind of tacky/college style.

 Today I was on a mission to find a cool container and I found this one 

 at an antique store (I'm pretty sure its not even an antique)  gross, dirty

 

 But I do know how to wash it (thankfully)

So much better, nice and clean!

I got some sand and rocks.

SAND!!

                                                                     

 ROCKS!!!

 MORE ROCKS!!

Sand, Rocks, Moss pre-plants

The finished product. I like it.

Antique stores make me all domestic and stuff

But seriously, I am domestic. I like to cook and craft and do all that fun stuff but when I go to antique stores I feel the need to buy a house and decorate it with super cool stuff. Today after class I decided that I would go check out some antique stores that I had seen while driving around Rigby and Idaho Falls. I love antique stores, it's my stress relief, I could spend hours just poking around little (or big) shops full of history. I don't have to talk to anyone and I can just let my imagination run wild. My favorite kind are the ones that go on and on forever. I found one once in Washington state, it took me over 4 hours to get from top to bottom. I loved it...
But back to today, I was on the hunt for something specific. I wanted a cool container for some plants that I got. The first one I went to was tiny. It was an antique store, (usually one dealer, not a ton of variety).
I then found Trackside Antique Mall, (big, lots of dealers, lots of variety) I walked in and I was in heaven. 3 floors of stuff, I wandered around for a couple of hours and I found the perfect container for my project. It's probably not even an antique but I'm ok with that, because it was perfect.
I was headed to the beauty store and I saw a sign for Antiques and Collectables, I decided to give it a chance and Woah Baby! This one made Trackside look like heaven's waiting room. This one was classy, and by classy I mean Limoges china classy. I did find some aluminum jello molds which are a particular obsession of mine and it was a pretty good trip, I definitely enjoyed myself. I am going to enjoy finding all the other cool antique stores around here.

Responsibilty to our Benefactors

 While tooling around on Facebook this morning I saw an article that caught my eye. I usually read them, form an opinion and then move on never putting my views out there. But this time I couldn't help but sharing the story and then coming here to further put my views out there. I don't like making my opinion "in your face", if you ask I will answer and listen to what you have to say. Keep in mind that these are my opinions. If you don't like them or they don't agree with your opinions that doesn't make me a terrible person, it just makes me different. With that said read on if you would like to read what I have to say.
 There needs to be a complete overhaul of this money given to people who don't use it wisely. I have no problem with my tax money going to people in need as long as there is some responsibility for how it is spent. I didn't make a lot of money before I went back to school but I was responsible with what I made. Additionally I made sure that I had my own health insurance because I do have health issues. At the age of 21 I was working, paying for my own health insurance, paying for my own schooling, and I was able to buy a car, make the payments and pay the insurance on that. I was fortunate enough to attend a school close to home so I could live with my parents. But this was on the condition that I continued to be responsible and go to school, work and pay my own bills. I didn't have all the luxuries that are out there so why should someone who makes no effort to work or better themselves get the luxuries while I do all the work? What is the difference? Why was I able to do these things and others "need" to rely on handouts from others to live? The answer is simply responsibility. I was held responsible to the people who were helping me, my parents. My help was contingent on my responsibility and the choices that I made. I feel the need to reemphasize the fact that I have absolutely no problem with people who get government assistance as long as they are working to improve themselves so that they can provide for themselves in the near future and people who have an actual disability that keeps them from working. Remember in Moses 7:18 (Book of Mormon) "And the Lord called his people Zion, because they were of one heart and one mind, and dwelt in righteousness; and there was no poor among them."

Snopes article verifying the story of Dr. Starner Jones who had his letter to the editor published in the Mississippi Clarion-Ledger.