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I’m a nosy person. I pretend like I don’t give a crap what’s going on around me, but dammit. I do.
That’s why, when someone takes a phone call in the coffee shop, I am pretty much screwed. Here’s the thing– I don’t answer my phone in the coffee shop. It’s all loud in here, and it just doesn’t really seem like the right place to talk to anyone–business or no.
I actually hate talking on the phone to pretty much everyone except my mom. I am all about the texting, though– don’t get me wrong. If you saw the ridiculousness that is my texting every month, you’d probably make fun of me.
What I want to know though, is– why does the guy next to me insist on making a sale via his cell in the middle of Starbucks? I am just trying to write a damn book, and he’s got me all interested in lighting fixtures.
WHY DO I CARE?
I don’t know– but dammit… I do.
Have a Nice Day and Watch out for the Big Yellow Chicken.
So I googled, “How to Make a Cheer Bucket” and came up with about two hits.
Craap. That meant I was on my own. Turns out, though– they’re not all that difficult. You just hit the after homecoming sales, pick up some cute dangly football stuff and some cute cheerleader stickers– grab some fuzzy boa material and some of that cute colored/patterned duct tape, and you’re good to go.
First things first– you need a bucket. You can find these at wal-mart and I went with green because– hey that’s the team color– why not?
Then take some of that duct tape and tale around the bottom. It’s harder than it looks, because the bucket isn’t straight– now take your boa, wrap it around the top, and tie some super cute football mum things to it.
For the top, we just used a bandana and a piece of round foam, my husband drilled holes in the bucket lid and tied the bandana together underneath the lid.
As for the handle– that’s just tulle, various ribbons, and christmas tinsel tied in knots.
Pretty easy if you ask me!
Have a Nice Day and Watch out for the Big Yellow Chicken.
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I’m a nosy person. I pretend like I don’t give a crap what’s going on around me, but dammit. I do.
