Instaweek, made with Over

I am a super fan of Instagram, but the lack of a decent smartphone makes it quite difficult for me to keep up with this hipsterish app.

I may be able to check all the boxes of the "oh so you think you are cool" quiz but why deny it? I love iPhones and apps that make you feel hipster. I also love empty framed glasses... yeah that's me.

And I so need an iPhone. 

Not having an iPhone is so time consuming that a person with my job cannot afford.

I so need an iPhone!

In the meantime, I spend my time trying to use my iPad 2 wifi as an iPhone, with a little help from my blackberry... which is totally nerve wrecking.

 It works like is:

1.- M sees nice scene which she wants to share.

2.- Click!

3.- email to iPad. M waits until she has a wifi network available. Sometimes it costs her €3.50 - the price of a tall capuccino with skimmed milk at Starbucks (oh so hipster too).

4.- Edit with A Beautiful Mess or Over (super awesome).

5.- Re-edit with Instagram.

6.- Finally share!

Exhausting.

So while my iPhone comes, in a couple of months, I hope... I'll share my week with you, edited by Over.

Are you a blogger? Would you share your next 7 days with us? If you would, post your link in our comments!!

Such is Life!

The dark visitor - murder at 155

I took a life the other day.

Man, I hate to confess my crimes, but my heroism protecting my property deserves it.

I killed a cockroach...



...but I so much wish it was a very large beetle. When you see a roach at home it means that you are no longer allowed to sleep well, when you see a beetle it means it got in from the garden below and that's the end of the story.

So there I am, happy, getting home on Friday after a bad day and a bad week at work. I turn around to turn the lights on and then, just as Doctor Who says, i see it back in the corner of my eye. A dark and ugly shadow, crossing the living room on its way to... please please please don't get in the bedroom or I'll never be able to sleep again... the bathroom.

Good, bathroom is safe, I have to clean it tomorrow anyway so bathroom is the least bad place were the monster could hide.

I followed it with my eyes, disgusted, terrified and... rebellious. How dare you get in to my sanctuary? all the living forms that enter here enter by invitation, you have not been invited in! oh how I hope you were a vampire roach, that way you would have stayed out waiting patiently for me to invite you in. Vampire roaches are totally acceptable, common ones are a curse.

Me being the tiny thingy on the ground and the roach the big white one.

If you ask me, it was as large as my fist. So, how should I get rid of it?

I need a murder weapon.

Why don't we have a 2nd amendment (for roaches only, please do not misunderstand me)??? hummm. All the stuff I keep at home is so pretty I cannot risk to squeeze the freaking gigantic bug with any of them. So sandals are sacrificed. I take one off. I feel empowered with my sandal in my hand, and then, then I realise I have to walk in the bathroom sandal in hand and one bare foot, and I chicken.

Deep breath, deep breath, and there I go, I walk in, look around and find the intruder under the door, moving its antennae. I want to think the bug felt its end was near... and hell it was. Hope it suffered for tresspassing private property.

First strike with the sandal, the bug escapes, I scream. I keep screaming. Strike two, bug lying helpless on its back, tiny legs moving. I scream again, close my eyes and... strike three. The bug is out. A huge mass of legs and white soft stuff all over the floor.

Yes, I am still screaming by then.

I got rid of the corpse as discreetly as I could manage given the huge amounts of organic juices oozing from the dead bug.

Dirty work done, I call mom.

I have not been able to look under my bed yet for fear of finding another uninvited guest.

Such is Life.