The Search Continues

You know looking at this, I think, why am I stressing about finding jars? Because I am picky, very, very picky. See I figure if people are buying all of my monthly collections they should look just absolutely drop dead gorgeous together at the end of the year, a nice line of jars, with pretty colors, and varying shapes and sizes. Well this does pose some what of a problem, because getting a set of 20 of something like decades after it was made is not the easiest thing to do in the world. Plus Bill has me super freaked out that I’m going to wipe out my area and then I won’t have any where to get jars. Then my mom has to add, “oh and you’d better stock up before canning season.” Ahhh!!! So I’ve been on the hunt. I have lots of these kind:

I make detailed notes in this cool antique ledger of every jar I make and I call these “re-flip tops” for removable flip top lids. I don’t know what they are really called. Bj and I went hunting this weekend. Drove all over town to sales and stuff. We also stopped at an antique store and there was a book on the price of jars. I thought about it, but I don’t know if I really want to know I am giving away like the Mona Lisa of jars. Just enjoy you know, I’m doing it for the ribbon-a-holics anyway! So on Bj and my hunt we found some re-flip tops (17), then my mom and I went around thrifting today. I am looking for another kind for April, the screw top lid kind.

I love how the old ones get colored. I have some that are so so pink. I’m saving them for the pink jar. For a close up of “the cutest jar ever” see my picture of the day.

In other news I have a medical problem. Apparently WebMD does not consider “ass tasting mouth” to be much of a problem, but um, I DO!!! I’ve had this crappy ass taste in my mouth for like 27 hours. Yes, I am counting the hours. I have brushed, flossed, ate candy, gurgled salt water, downed diet coke, scraped my tongue until I gagged, swooshed mouth wash and anything else I could think of. The only thing that sort of worked was eating a piece of bacon, but really what does that NOT cure? And I can’t eat bacon all day long. Every time I think it is getting a little better I eat something and it (the horrible fungus in my mouth) makes it taste like crap! The worst of all this is that it is repelling me from candy (!) and diet coke (!!!), my main staples of the day. Also the one thing WebMD did tell me that if my breath smells like fruit, to call my doctor. Okay I was like, “um, how can my tastes-like-I-ate-a-handful-of-dirt mouth smell good?” So of course I made my mom sit there while I blew in her nose over and over (only a really loving mother would do this). And she said it smelled good, what the @#$@#%?!?!?! So now I’m hoping it’s not in my head, because this girl I knew had a mental breakdown thing and right before she started tasting pennies all the time and she told me her uncle to her that can mean you have some brain imbalance. Now, I don’t suck on pennies all the time, but this is definitely more of a dirt taste. Any suggestions? Did I loose any readers for ever? Grandma is this an overshare?