Thursday, December 31, 2009
1. Get back on the track. Not to be confused with getting back on track. The track. Running track. Get on it.
2. Get pregnant.
3. Read at least a book a month.
4. Get my yoga body back. Preferably pre-pregnancy.
5. Try one new recipe a week.
6. Save money. Save money. Save money. (I'm saying it over & over so maybe it will stick.)
7. Try something new each month.
8. Put house in order from top to bottom.
9. Take waaaaay more pictures.
What's on your list?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Life that you think is perfect and happy can be turned upside down and have you questioning everything.
Life that you have invested in, nurtured and loved can be a total disaster in the next moment.
Sometimes it feels like you have been hit by a bus. Sometimes it feels like it will never end. You have to fight through it. You have to believe that it will get better. That that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger. This is survival. And sometimes it is terrifying and more difficult than you think you can handle.
This is when you call in reinforcements. This is when your girls stay up all night with you and a bottle of wine and a few games of hearts. This is when you share tears and hopefully some giggles. This is where the healing begins.
The crisis isn't mine. This time. This time I'm the one trying my best to help. But it has reminded me to be thankful for what I do have. It has reminded me to not take things for granted because things may not be the same tomorrow.
And that is a reminder that I think we can all use.
Monday, December 28, 2009
I did not have a bigger reaction to my pink fishing pole Christmas gift than to my new laptop. That would be ridiculous. Laptops are amazing gifts. As are fishing poles, apparently.
I did not almost hyperventilate during the Christmas Eve church service. I did however recover quite quickly and then sing my heart out. Silly story that only a few know.
We got a Wii for the family this year. I was playing baseball home run derby with my son. While playing I most certainly did not hit him in the head with the Wii bat. I also did not find that I am a wicked good tennis player, the equivalent to a professional bowler, and an amazing archer.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
I will have to put some photos up once I get them on my new little friend. Hmmm, my new little friend definitely needs a name. Any suggestions?
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
1. Airplane ticket to Ptown to visit the bestie...much needed & greatly appreciated.
2. Finger painting done by my bestie, KT...loved for months.
3. Panini pan...can't wait to use that.
4. Black rain boots with pink dots...always wanted a pair and they are comfy.
5. Hot stone massage...bring it on.
6. Rachel Ray cookbook...mouth watering.
7. Lord is my Shepherd necklace...might have picked it out myself.
8. Lovely Anthropologie apron, lip gloss and measuring spoons...all incredible.
9. Digital frame...where oh where to put it.
10. Carrie Underwood cd...dang, she is cute and her voice is like an angel.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Thursday: Christmas program for my cute nephews
Friday: A little beauty treatment and a delightful visit with girls I adore. Also, a big date with my sweet husband for my birthday.
Saturday: A trip to the airport to pick up my twin.
Sunday: My family birthday party at my parents with cake and prezzies.
Monday: Happy Birthday to me! It will include breakfast with my bestie, dinner with the family and a cruise to the North Pole to see the lights and Santa.
Tuesday: A day spent with my bebes hopefully out in the snow.
Wednesday: Christmas Eve Eve...cooking and crafting and last minute prep.
Thursday: Christmas Eve church service, West Virginia sammies and new jammies.
Friday: Merry Christmas! Busy day of family and photos and fun, fun, fun.
Saturday: A girl night with all my lovely brunettes to celebrate each other.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I'll tell you...the almost one year old for some reason thinks that the cure all for teething is sleeping side ways in my bed in between me and the sweet husband. Side ways. Little tiny feet in my ribs. All. Night. Long. You would think that little tiny feet wouldn't be so bad. But on those little tiny feet are even littler tinier toes that feel like little tiny pokies. Little tiny sword toes. Tylenol, no. Teething tablets, no. Sideways sword toe sleeping, apparently yes. I love her but, COME ON.
I'm not sure how it got so late but it might be because I just spent waaaaayyy too much time on Walgreen's website. I was ordering some photos for some Christmas crafts I am doing and when I hit the button "to order" the lovely Walgreens computer people had so sweetly and conveniently placed all my photos in a nice little collage that I could play with until I double loved it and had to buy it. And I did. And then I went back in and made another one. Hee hee. Sooo much fun. I'm doing it tomorrow too. Just for kicks. $4 kicks. Cheeeeaaaaap. Want one? Just let me know...I'm a pro.
My eye is still hurting...in case you were wondering. Even when I blink. Dang. It's probably a brain tumor. Great. One week until my birthday too.
Speaking of birthdays, I have successfully ruined two birthday surprises in as many days. Apparently, the sweet husband and my bestie have been in cahoots (is that how you spell that?) about the most wonderful day of the year and every time they have something worked out I take it upon myself to do something that ends with my husband rolling his eyes and fussing about how I can't just leave well enough alone. Oopsy. Sorry you two. I love you and I love your fabulous ideas. Can't wait until Monday. Even if I do know my prezzie.
Did you know Monday is Winter Solstice. (I don't know if it is supposed to be capitalized but it does sound pretty important so I did) Winter Solstice also known as mid winter but that doesn't sound half as good. Midsummer...sounds delightful. Midwinter...blah. It is the shortest day of the year. It is also my birthday. Don't think for a moment that this goes unnoticed. Don't think for a moment that I am not thoroughly convinced that this is a little trick from above to remind me that my birthday is not as special as I make it out to be. I hear you. I get it. I fight it with all I have, but I get it. Geesh.
Ok, so snow is falling off our house and some of it just hit the three tall windows behind me and it scared the living daylights out of me, I jumped out of the chair and almost dropped the computer, so I am off to bed. Where the snow will keep falling but I will be cuddled up with the most delicious man I know. That is until the sword toes get me.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
I always lose it during the slide shows at funerals. I might say that it is my favorite part. If you can have a favorite part of a funeral. It always shows the smiles, the friends, the family and the good memories. Today was no different. He was smiling, fishing, riding his Harley, hunting and with his family. The pictures made me smile, some made me giggle but in the end it made me cry. Knowing we won't see his face again (here on earth) is a hard realization.
It is also hard to see my parents in such pain over this. The pain is easing and they are healing but it was a hard loss. My dad told the story of the last time they saw each other and how he wished he would've hugged him longer. If he had known that it would be their final goodbye he would've said so many more things. If only.
I guess that we can all use that as a lesson. If you have something you want to say...say it. If there is someone you love...tell them. Don't let them get away without a hug. I think I have a lot of people that already know how I feel. I also think there are some people I should visit and tell them thank you. Tell them I love them. Tell them how much they mean to me and why. Not that I have any plans of leaving this earth any time soon but in the end it isn't my plan at all, but God's.
I got out of the shower and walked into my bedroom with only my towel on when I told my six year old son to go out for a minute so I could get dressed. I did not watch him walk out and then drop my towel only to see him come back in to shut the door. He did not then inform me he saw my bum.
I did not go into the big sportsman store with the sweet husband and find myself a pink fishing pole and my daughter a new pink Nalgene sippy cup (I know, right) for her stocking. I did not give it to her in the store to keep her happy. She has not been drinking out of that cup for two days. I don't know that I will get the fishing pole from Santa but if there is a pink bow and arrow out there it needs to live here with me.
I did not work a craft fair and spend too much money made on homemade jam by the sweetest adoptive grandma I have ever had. I also did not get to spend the day with my sister without our five (her three, my two) adorable children and the needs that come with them. Delightful.
It is not one week until my birthday where I will spend the day with my two precious bebes. I will not have breakfast and hopefully a pedicure with my bestie. I will not have a birthday dinner with my family. I will not have a birthday date with the sweet husband the day before and birthday drinks with my girls the next weekend.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Get a small glass. Drop a couple ice cubes in it. Pour vanilla vodka over the ice. Add orange juice to top of glass.
The most simple, delicious cocktail that taste like your favorite summer frozen treat.
Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm.
Friday, December 11, 2009
But, do you see that glittery pink cone shaped ornament? Do you see anything that may perhaps be out of place?
Like, I don't know a price tag? Apparently, the sweet husband missed it when he hung the garland on the tree. I found it when I sat down later that night. And then I took it off right after I took this photo so I could blog about it. Hee hee.
*I know the price tag says $1.25 but really it was only $.75. I know, right? Found two silver and glass bead garlands while thrifting one day. They were exactly the same thing with two different prices so I got them both for the lowest price. Yeah!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
1. I got to watch my niece. It has been entirely too long since she has spent the morning with me and my daughter. I tried to paint her toenails but she only let me get one done. Hee hee
2. The sweet husband and I watched The Proposal (Ryan Reynolds & Sandra Bullock) for the second time this afternoon. We laugh and laugh.
3. I did a little thrifting and found some goodies. I stopped in a few new stores; one ran by a local church and one ran by a local devil. Well maybe she wasn't a devil but she acted like it and the prices were ridiculous. $13 for an oversized Ball jar. Really?
4. I turned my room upside down looking for a black cardigan that I now think I may have been stolen in the night by a girl who now has a really fabulous black cardigan. Ugh.
5. We went to watch my son's Christmas program. It was a big group of first graders that sang their hearts out. Yes, I cried. I know, I'm a cry baby.
6. They sang snow songs and jingle bells and one called Yes, Lord. Maybe it was just me but I'm pretty sure that song got the most cheers from the crowd. Yeah!!!!
7. Had dinner with the in laws and although two of the sammies were wrong we still had a good time watching my daughter make faces and her daddy chair dance.
8. Made list of prezzies for the family and a list for the daughter' first birthday. I love myself a list.
9. Got to visit with my bestie KT. Love that girl and love a good late night visit with her.
10. Slept with my daughter kicking me in the ribs. (Ok, this hasn't actually happened yet but I'm sure it will since I can see a new tooth trying to come through.) (Ugh.)
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Mostly were things we needed:
latex gloves (poppers are on the menu all day everyday)
plastic containers to store son's toys in
red velvet bow for our lamp post
stickers to seal our Christmas cards (licking envelopes makes me gag)
Some were stocking stuffers:
pink sparkly unicorn on a stick (you know the kind little girls hold and ride through the house...normally it's a pony)
Toy Story coloring posters
pink bib with fat little birdie on it
skull & cross bone pencils
clippies (to take apart to make my own flower clippies for my baby girl)
Yeah! I love a good trip to the hollar dollar store.
Monday, December 7, 2009
I am not currently watching my daughter tear up a paper towel so I can blog for a few moments without her typing help. She adds letters to every word. Thank goodness for spell check.
I did not totally miss my daughter getting her four top teeth. I did not just find them this week, little and white and perfect. That totally explains why she has been sleeping in my bed for the last month or more. However, the last four days I have been sleeping next to my sweet husband who does not kick his feet into my ribs and it is wonderful.
After a few days of not being home for more than an hour at a time my house does not look like a tornado has been inside and bounced off all my walls like a pinball machine to destroy it from the inside out. Ugh.
Driving home from Christmas shopping on Friday the sweet husband and I passed a state lottery billboard for the weekly amount of 41 million dollars. 41 million dollars. We definitely did not spend the rest of the ride home deciding how we would spend it, give it, donate it and save it. It was a fun few moments of fantasy where I had both a country home on the land I've loved since I was sixteen and a lake house. Ahhhh...
I had three little girls under the age of three here last week. We spent the morning watching The Little Mermaid, dancing, singing, playing with dolls and sharing snacks in the floor like a picnic. The sweet husband thought this would help his cause with how many children we will have. It did not completely backfire on him when my cheeks hurt from smiling the whole time the girls and I were together. Oh, I want lots of kids and I want them all to be girls. Yeah!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
1. a new bigger home with land for my sweet husband & a big kitchen for me
2. a family vacation for ALL my family
3. a new car (my car is fine but my husband wants it so if I got a new one he could have mine)
4. a pink laptop all of my own for my blogging, shopping, facebooking needs
5. a second honeymoon trip
6. a shopping spree to include but not limited to Sephora, Nordstrom's, J Crew, Williams Sonoma, Restoration Hardware
7. new furniture for the whole house
8. a condo at Silver Mountain for our New Years Eve tradition
9. a weekly cleaning lady
10. a little recording studio
10 in real life things on my birthday/Christmas list
2. airplane ticket to Portland to visit my bestie
3. hot stone massage
5. puffer vest
6. new camera
7. books books books
8. fingerless gloves
9. angel fern
10. new shoes/purse (not matching)
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
6 large apples, peeled, cored and in wedges
1 Tbsp lemon juice
1/2 cups sugar
1/2 packed light brown sugar
2 Tbsp flour
1 Tsp cinnamon
6 Tbsp melted butter
Drizzle lemon juice all over apple slices.
Mix all remaining ingredients except melted butter in bowl. Sprinkle over apples and stir to coat all slices.
Place apples in slow cooker and pour melted butter over top of them.
Cook on low for 3 hours.
These apples are delicious and can be used for tons of things.
Serve warm over ice cream or use for apple pie filling.
Our favorite is caramel apple french toast. Use thick slices of french bread.
I just made turnovers using puff pastry and they were mmm mmm good too.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday.
Wednesday night after blogging, facebooking, working, looking for recipes and shopping a little bit, I did not try to watch the Adam Lambert AMA performance that was all over the internet and completely break my computer. It was down for the last four days. I was not upset that I didn't have access. I, also was not the least bit relieved.
We put up our Christmas tree yesterday. I did not buy all new ornaments at my favorite dollar store. After years of swearing that I would never use any colors other than the traditional red, green and white etc. I did not buy all pale green, pale blue, pink and purple glittery and sequined ornaments. It did not turn out to be my favorite tree of all time. All time.
Thanksgiving is spent at my parents house and it is always delicious, delightful and da bomb. (No, I did not just say that. Sorry, I ran out of d words). The only problem is there are no left overs at my house for hot turkey sammies. So, Saturday I did not prepare my own Thanksgiving dinner just for the leftovers. It made for some good sammies.
Monday, November 23, 2009
I did not stay up until 3:30am reading a book that was recommended by my besty. She is amazing at books. It is called Hunger Games by Suzann Collins. I am going to start the next one as soon as I get home from dinner. Dinner at my parents. My dad just called and asked if I would come over for dinner and bring the kids to see him. I did not act like it wasn't already on my agenda for the night. Hee hee.
I did not try on a horizontal navy & white striped shirt that was in a bag of clothes from my besty even though I know stripes aren't the most flattering thing. I did not fall immediately in love with it and actually think it made me look thin.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tonight I'm going to a craft night with my sister at her church where I might just get some stuff done. Unless, that is I'm distracted by something...like a gorgeous, pale skinned man that sparkles.
Speaking of a sparkling man...I definitely stood in line last night for over two hours to see the midnight showing of New Moon. It was cold and there were some crazy girls and one really cool boy near us, there were stories and screams, a man with burritos for $5 which soon turned to free(which three of us shared during the previews). The movie was incredible and I giggled more than once at the young girls around us who were audibly in love with Jacob and Edward both. Love myself a vampire.
I also love myself a good thrift store. I am addicted to them. I love to find something that I can turn into something else. I love finding something that needs a little white paint and will belong in our home. I love the sticker that says $1. Ooooh, boy. I love finding old material that I have big plans for. I love a bag of buttons for cheap cheap cheap. I have found some really good treasures in the last few weeks. I will post some photos of some goodies that I am absolutely in love with. Something to look forward to.
Also looking forward to my birthday which is in one month from tomorrow. That's right the countdown has begun. I will apologize now for the reminders which you will most certainly be sick of by December 21. I can't help it...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
1. making pirate sugar cookies with my kids even if they looked nothing like pirate anythings
2. family dinner with the people who love me the most, always have, always will
3. finding $100 worth of my old craft goodies at my parents
4. my son's parent teacher conference where the teacher told me she wishes she had 24 of him
5. our first week of home group that made me proud of my husband and my kids (for different reasons) and a feeling of belonging for myself
6. making a little bit of money for my family without having to go back to banking
7. a dozen different naps with my sweet baby girl, I love naps and I love her...double whammy of wonderful
8. text messages from my girlfriends just to check on me, make me smile or just tell me that they love me
9. having a husband that happily took care of everything while I watched girl movies and cried
10. believing in God and knowing He loves me
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
1. Have a cocktail
2. Relax in my hot tub
3. Go tanning
4. Eat soft cheese & seafood
5. Paint my laundry room
6. Get back on my running schedule
7. Take medicine
8. Go to the hot springs for my birthday
9. Drink coca cola
10. Stop taking my prenatal vitamins
I wish I could have posted the 10 Things Thursday I wrote last night. It was much more fun to write.
I will save it and post it someday. Hopefully soon.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Normally you can check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday. But, she is still in the hospital with her dear Stellan. Please pray for him and his family.
I have paid for my daughter to have her picture taken at three months, six months, nine months and twelve months for a framed picture with her name on it. I did not have her nine month picture taken when she was actually ten months old. I also was not late for the picture appointment because I was taking my own pictures of her in all her cuteness all over our house.
Nutrition is super important to me so I did not realize on Sunday at 5:30pm that I had only consumed...caramel apple cider, pepper jack cheese with wheat thins and poppers and sweet tea all day. I promise that my daughter ate better than I did.
I am not obsessed with the idea of homemade Christmas gifts. I have not made friends with the ladies at the local thrift stores buying so much furniture to refinish and pillowcases to make into little girls dresses. I do not have so many ideas running through my head that I can't choose what to do for whom. I do not have any plan whatsoever to make two of every thing I make, so I can keep one for myself. Hee hee.
I did not miss my son so much while he was at his dad's for the last five days, that after his dentist appointment this morning let him spend the day at home in my lap and by my side. This really isn't like me so I did not feel super guilty about it but decide that some days a mama just needs her baby and her baby needs her.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
I was watching an old video from 2004 with my son the other day. He was one and a half so we were watching him dance and sing and say "I yuy you". I forgot how little he was and how dang cute. I smiled for days just hearing that little voice.
One of my birthday parties was also on the video. We watched a little bit and I started opening presents. One was a cosmopolitan set with pink sugar for the rim of the glasses. I smiled (as a cosmo is my fave drink) and said to the camera..."Mmmm, for next year." And then without thinking I said aloud "Oh, that's right, I was pregnant." My son heard me and looked at me funny. He had just seen himself on the video, so he was confused. Dang! Big mouth mama. I tried to explain to him that I was pregnant but, the baby wasn't healthy in my belly and so it didn't make it. He was confused and concerned and then he said to me "You mean we would have another baby right now?" Yes. Well, not so much a baby but a four year old. A four year old. Wow.
It was a difficult moment for a few reasons. One that I had to explain the miscarriage to my six year old son. Then I realized I would have a four year old right now. We would be getting ready for kindergarten next year and my family pictures would have one more little person in them.
It was difficult for a lot of personal reasons at the time. It was hard on my family and I had complications. I remember laying on the couch of my best friend late one night. I remember burning up and she kept taking my temperature and she finally told me if she didn't get my temperature to go down she was taking me to the emergency room. It was a long, hard time in my life.
It was difficult for those around me as well. If you haven't been through this before it is shocking and it is painful. Sometimes you don't know what to say. I would tell you this. Just say you are sorry. Just hug them. Please don't say "at least you have a baby already". I know I already have a baby, but I wanted this one all the same. Please don't say "You'll have more babies". Maybe I will or maybe I won't but that does not discount the fact that this was a baby, my baby. Please don't say nothing at all. It's like it never happened and that is unfair to me and my baby that I won't be having.
I know things happen for a reason. God has a plan for me and my babies. I know that something was not right and that is why that baby did not make it. Knowing that makes it a little easier. I'm not saying I didn't blame myself. I did. It's normal. But, I know now that anything I did or didn't do was not the cause.
Do I get scared still? Yes. I remember last year when I found out I was pregnant with my daughter I would pray everyday that everything would be ok. I was scared every morning that something would happen that day. She, of course, was fine and is now 10 months old and stubborn like her mama.
So, I just read over this and it is a mess. Sorry. Been writing this for a few weeks. I would write some, cry a little and stop writing. Thought maybe I wouldn't post it. Thought maybe that was my way of keeping it to myself for the next four years. Don't think I have ever said any of this out loud. Feels a little scary and honest at the same time. So, I will and please just know that I know it sounds a little bit crazy. But, I'm a little bit crazy so that makes perfect sense.
The kitchen table pumpkin and scarecrow love.
The buffet in the dining room. Soon to be apple pie. Not the buffet, of course, just the apples on the buffet.
The dining room table with a pinecone turkey.
The front door deco. The pumpkins that were out front froze and didn't looks so super.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
So for now, I leave you with this...
Marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby just say yes
* I should, for honesty sake, point out that dinner was take and bake pizzas and dessert was chocolate chip cookies made with dough I bought at the pizza place. It wasn't like I slaved away all night.
Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there is left to do is run
You'll be the Prince and I'll be the Princess
It's a love story, baby just say yes
Thursday, November 5, 2009
1. Clean the living room which has been destroyed by a baby girl who must touch everything. And then put it all in her mouth.
2. Wash all the pillowcases, curtains and material I bought at the thrift store yesterday. I have found some new fabulous blogs with crafties that I plan to do.
3. Hide the Christmas gifts I found for the kiddos while at Target & Michael's. $1 section stocking stuffers. Yeah!!
4. Get ready for yoga. I dreamt about it but somehow I don't think that has the same effect.
5. Get clothes ready for baby girl who has her 9 month pictures today...yes she is 10 months.
6. Get working on the Christmas crafts/baby gifts/birthday gifts I'm making. Busy bee.
7. Start dinner...homemade stew. Delish.
8. Pack up kids clothes that no longer fit (clearly both of them grew over night)and put away the bag of goodies I received from Seattle from my sweet friend.
9. Find recipe for something delightful for the mother daughter tea party on Saturday. I'm so excited, it's my first time being a daughter and having a daughter.
10. Go to the 12 hour bake sale and stock up for Christmas goodies.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It got rave reviews from everyone but my own son...who refused to even try the chili. Picky little eater that he is. Like mother like son. Hee hee.
Here is the recipe if you want to give it a try.
In a large pot...
Brown 2 lbs hamburger.
Add one medium chopped onion. Add three cloves of garlic. Add two stalks celery. Cook until tender.
Add remaining ingredients and mix well:
Large can tomato sauce
2 cans Pinto beans
1 can black beans
1 can kidney beans
1 can red beans
1/2 cup diced green chili
3 cans chopped tomatoes
2 cups water or beer
3 Tsp cumin
3 Tbsp chili powder
Salt & Pepper to taste
Simmer for 2 to 3 hours.
Serve hot with shredded cheese, chopped onions, sour cream or any of your fave toppings.
*You can make it with any kind of beans you like. I like lots of different kinds.
*I didn't take pictures because I forgot, plus, let's be honest...Chili isn't that pretty to look at it.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Normally you can check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday. But, she has been in the hospital with her dear Stellan. Please pray for him and his family.
Last week kept me busy...I did not agree to the addition of our family with only one more baby. Then I did not decide I didn't want any more babies. None at all. Then I did not go back to my original plan of a dozen more babies. Crazy girl that I am.
I definitely did not just remove a Sharpie marker and a box of matches from my 10 month old daughter's hands. She was not alternating putting them both in her mouth. The marker lid was on and the box was closed...no harm done.
I did not still have my pajamas on when I heard a knock on the door at two in the afternoon. I did not get big eyes and contemplate not answering it. It turned out to be my besties mom. Once again, no harm done.
I did not start making the Christmas Lists. Things to do, gifts to get, gifts to make, wish list, cards to mail, etc. I did not get all excited to sing carols and watch White Christmas and Love Actually.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
I lost 14 pounds.
Celebration Reason #2
Halloween party tonight and my costume came together quite nicely.
Celebration Reason #3
I get to spend tonight with two of my besties.
Celebration Reason #4
I lost 14 pounds. I will probably be celebrating that a lot!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
1. Beautiful three row diamond wedding ring
2. Diamond stud earrings
3. Circle tag bracelet with my son's name engraved on it
4. Circle tag bracelet with my daughter's name engraved on it
6. Pearl and silver ball bracelet
7. Silver ball bracelet
8. Family tree necklace
9. Silver & cz drops necklace
10. Silver double toe ring
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
My Fit Mama sidebar hasn't changed since last Friday. I'm sicky. You know what that means? It means I did not do Week 4 Run 1 on Monday. It means I didn't get my beloved yoga yesterday. It means that today I didn't do Week 4 Run 2. It means I am off track. Track, indoor track...I miss you. See, I have it on the brain. It means that I have to wait until Monday to start Week 4 which should really be Week 5. It means that it will probably be more difficult since I sat on my ass the last thee days. I'm dying to go to yoga tomorrow. I'm hoping and praying I will feel good enough.
*Silver Lining: the only good thing about being sicky is that I probably did lose a few pounds. I haven't eaten much of anything since Monday. For the record I would rather work my butt off at the gym than be sick. Ugh.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
It's called caretoomuchwhatothersthinkaritis.
I care waaaaaay to much what people think. What my family thinks. What my friends think. What strangers think. I know...some people don't understand this. Why would I care what strangers think? It doesn't matter, they don't even know me. I can't explain it to you...it just does. And my family and friends love me already so that doesn't make sense. Yet, it is a constant in my world. Crazy.
You know how I've mentioned that I'm a judgey judgerton. I think that is part of the reason. I am a people watcher and sometimes I judge them. So I assume that everyone else is doing the same thing to me. I assume I am being watched and judged all the time. Crazy.
This morning I made a comment on a blog and there was a comment made after mine by another reader that referenced mine. I have been sick all day about it. Seriously. Crazy, right? I don't know if I should say something and try to defend myself (with humor of course because I HATE confrontation). Or if I should let it go. Most people wouldn't have had a second thought about it. Again, crazy.
There have been many things I haven't done because I was scared of what someone might think or say. I freak out if my son says something he shouldn't because what if someone hears him and thinks I am a bad mom. I don't like my daughter to have a messy face because then it looks like I have a rug rat child and I don't care enough to wipe her face. I don't like the pine needles in my driveway because I don't want someone to drive by and think it is trashy. I freak out at church about people looking at the back of my hair. I have to have my toenails painted to even leave the house. I also have to look good because what if I run into someone. And not even someone I know. But the lady at the grocery store. I would prefer if she thought the best of me and my children. It's sick, I know. Sick and also crazy.
There is a website, of course. It is the Experience Project and they have an anonymous group I could join. They also have a group called "I remember my first kiss" and "I love to read" as well as "I have a dog". I could, in fact, join all those groups. (I found the website when I googled my disease to make sure it didn't have a real name when I gave it the name of caretoomuchwhatothersthinkaritis)
Is there a cure for this that I am unaware of? Do you know of a magic pill I can get my hands on? I would love to go to Target and not think the whole world is watching.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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I definitely do not have an issue with time management. I was running around like a crazy person trying to get me and the kiddos ready for wherever it was we were going. I definitely did not run into the bathroom and grab the closest bottle and spray it under my arms. It did not smell different than my deo. It did not smell exactly like my hair. It was most definitely not hairspray. My sweet husband did not catch me in the act and since he knows whats good for him...laugh himself right out of the room. Dang!
It is clear to anyone who knows me that I am a little bit spoiled. Ok, a lot spoiled. Date night was postponed from Thursday night. Postponed turned out to be a good thing. I did not have a hot stone massage on Friday afternoon while the sweet husband had a regular massage in the next room. I did not get dinner at our fave spot after that even with my greasy hair. (Greasy hair from the massage oil. I had clean hair before that) (I also pulled it up into a pony so you couldn't tell it was greasy) I guess I should have said I did not go out to dinner with greasy hair. Ha. And because a massage and dinner is a complete date I did not go to a Sunday matinee and hold hands in the popcorn bucket with the sweet husband.
Speaking of the sweet husband he did not stand out in the cold for the tickets and tell me to go inside to keep warm. He did not just laugh at me & tell me how much he loved me when I dropped popcorn all over him and the floor of the theatre. I did not start dancing when the movie started and look over and see him dancing along with me.
Just looks like regular dried corn on the cob right? Like indian corn which is perfect for decorating for fall. But, it isn't just regular corn. It is special. Special magic corn.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
1. Because I have so much beautiful eyes.
2. His hugs
3. His kisses
4. His voice
5. Because you love me.
6. He is cute.
7. He cleans his room for me. (you can totally tell this was written by him)
8. His hair
9. He gets in the car when I tell him to.
10. He is really good at baseball.
* I was having a hard time writing my ten things list and he was sitting in the chair with me and he told me what to write.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The soap smells like a watermelon jolly rancher. Every time I wash my hands I get hungry. Who thought up this brilliant idea?
The indoor track is ran clockwise on Mon-Wed-Fri and counter clockwise on Tues-Thurs. (clearly, you can run on Sat or Sun. But, I don't so I don't know which way it runs) Regardless of there being signs that clearly state this; there is always someone going the wrong way. Last run I had to audibly (to myself) check what day it was and the guy that started running when I started could see my puzzled face and said to me "WE are going the right way...don't worry I have your back." I'm not sure but the lady that was going the wrong way didn't look like much of a bruiser to me. Nonetheless, I appreciate his support.
Speaking of the track...if you are taking a tour of the facility (which I encourage) please be aware that you are ON A TRACK. There will be people running. You standing in the middle of it and having a conversation about the pool downstairs is not the best idea. Move aside...
Are the ladies that use the gym provided yoga mats unaware of germs? Have you heard of this little thing called the swine flu? Bring your own mat, you grossies.
The kiddie pool area is only so big so just because a dad and his son are in close proximity to you and your daughter it doesn't mean he is hitting on you. It means that his son wants to play on the splash table as well. If they return and you happen to have a conversation it continues to mean that his son wants to play in the kiddie area. (yes, this is for you babe)
If you are in the pool and you swim in your white cover up please understand that it is completely transparent. We can see you and your swimsuit and even your belly button. And, for the record...you didn't need a cover up.
When a person has an ipod with earphones in, it is normally on. This means I can't hear you when you talk.
Um, I know it's hot when you are running on the stairmaster. I know you get sweaty but a little additional piece of material is not going to make that big of a difference. I promise. They even make material now that is designed for exercising. So, please, please put on a shirt. If you aren't in good shape we really don't want to see you in all your glory. If you are in good shape and want to show off all your glory then you should go out for cocktails with your girlfriends. Just saying.
Monday, October 19, 2009
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I have been working out every weekday (rest on Saturday & Sunday) and counting calories like a crazy supermodel. I have been feeling great and I can see a difference already in my legs and my face. So when I weighed myself and lost five pounds in less than two weeks I did not get super crazy mad. Don't get me wrong...I love that I already lost five pounds. It was the number on the scale. This is why I got rid of my scale. No matter what I was feeling or how I thought I looked and how my clothes fit if I got on that dang scale and it said something I didn't want to see I would go into a crazy mood and get all upset. I am not going to weigh anymore. Well, maybe just once a month. Maybe.
After buying my costume for the pumpkin holiday and realizing that aside from a few ruffles it is pretty much sleeveless and that I only have two weeks... I did not, after my run, work out my arms until I could barely pick up my baby girl.
I most certainly did not give the name Jesus (pronounced Hay Zeus) to an unfortunate soul who carried his belongings with him. Please let me explain. One of my besties and I went shopping for costumes on Friday. We were talking about explaining the Trinity to children on the way over. I had mentioned that I guess when I picture Heaven I see a God figure and a man figure of Jesus. So we were discussing that. Then we started talking about what Jesus looked like when he was on earth. We decided that all the pictures that look alike probably aren't wrong. I told her that I think he looks like "that" and I pointed over to her side of the car where she had her visor down and on her visor was a card with a picture of Jesus that once belonged to her Grandma. She looked past the picture and out her window where there was a homeless man sitting on the street corner. She looks at me with a puzzled look on her face. I quickly realize that she has not seen the card I was pointing at but thinks I was referring to the transient and we both start to giggle. We giggle and giggle and that turns into all out laughter. Laughter that we cannot control and that takes our breath away. Ahhhh, good times.
I politely and happily held the door open for a mom with two kids and when she didn't respond with a thank you, a smile, or a kiss my ass, I did not let her fend for herself with the second set of doors.
I was not completely and utterly embarrassed when my above reference bestie commented on the state of my bedroom. I had started cleaning it (packing away summer clothes) and you know how it gets worse before it gets better??? Well, she saw it at the "worse" stage so I did not spend hours in there making it shine like the top of the Chrysler building.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
For the now 9 month old baby girl
11 pairs of pants
2 pairs of pjs
5 outfits (pants & shirts w jackets)
2 pairs of tights
2 pairs of shoes
1 winter coat
This includes numerous, Gap, Childrens Place, Old Navy, Kenneth Cole and XOXO brands in sizes 12-24 months. It also includes a Christmas dress for next year with the tags still attached and I paid a quarter of the price.
For the 6 year old boy
1 pair of pants
1 pair of shoes
The shoes are Adidas cleats for soccer...$.75. Yep, they look new and I didn't even pay a dollar. The sweatshirt is a red Hurley hoodie that I got for $1. But my best find for him was a school shirt. We got the order form for school shirts and I totally forgot to get him one. Dang, I felt awful. Well I found one today and it cost me $1. Yeah!!!
In summary I got 62 items and I paid $73 and yes I am really bad at math but, isn't that just over one dollar an item???? What? That is AMAZING!
Now I have to get all these clothes washed and put away. Ugh. I didn't wait all week for this part.
After hours of shopping and many giggles and one weird man who seemed to be following us around we found a bright turquoise dress worthy of Carmen. We also found some plastic fruit to strategically place upon my head. With my dark hair and a little tanning (bottle not bed) I might just do this Brazilian bombshell justice.
Chances are at some point during the night I will do my own rendition of Chica Chica Boom Chic. Oh hellsyeah, I will.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
1. Scooby Doo
3. Meet The Robinsons
4. Chicken Little
5. Night at the Museum
7. The Sandlot
8. Pirates of the Caribbean
9. School of Rock
10. Prince Caspian
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Found this quote the other day on a blog. How true it is. When the sweet husband and I first started dating we would stay up all night. We would talk and kiss and talk and kiss until the early hours of the morning. There was just so much stuff to say. We had so much catching up to do. We didn't want to spend any of our time asleep. What a waste. We would eventually fall asleep. Then about 5am he would get up off the couch and we would both rub our aching necks and he would drive home and I would go crawl in my bed with my then 3 year old son.
I remember those late nights where we laughed and learned all about each other. The night we watched the meteor shower in the hot tub. The night when my little boy had a night terror and he worried right along with me and told me what a good mom I was. The night I told him about my divorce and what exactly he was getting in to and he smiled and told me he wasn't going anywhere. Those were the nights we fell in love.
Dr. Seuss was right...and not just about the lorax.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
When someone sneezes...say God bless you.
When someone smiles at you...smile back.
When someone gives you a compliment...graciously accept it.
When someone offers to help...allow them.
What did I forget?
Monday, October 12, 2009
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I went with my mom on Sunday afternoon to run around and went to a store that I never go into. I knew I would be safe to not spend any money there. I did not end up spending $15 and get five shirts and a pair of shoes. I know, right. I am the best shopper in the world.
I went to yoga twice this week. Looove it. I did not fold in to a swan dive pose, hit my toe with my hand and knock my toenail polish off. Since I am completely in the zone whilst doing my yoga I did not worry that the girls next to me would see the naked toe nail and make judgements of me. I certainly don't care what people think. Oh, and I for sure did not paint said naked toe nail in my car before I got out at the airport even though I was a little bit late already.
I did not speak of one Edward Cullen like he was real. I did not look like a complete crazy person talking to myself about a fictional character and how he sparkles and sings. What? You didn't know he sings...he does. It's glorious, isn't it?
Went to my nephews birthday party this week. Well, at least for a little bit before I snuck to the gym (thanks Mom). It was a skate party, which is sooo cool when you are ten. The kids had a fun time skating. So did the two guys that showed up in their matching waist long hair, white pants, tie dye tees, bandannas with actual synchronized routines. I watched them for at least three songs until YMCA came on and I had to teach my 16 month old niece the moves. I did not want to kick myself when I found out they had done a whole performance in the middle of the skate rink while I was gone.
It is only two and a half months until Christmas. When that realization hit me in the shower I did not double freak out because I have not started one craft and not bought one present. Oh, I take that back. I got the baby girl a Care Bear movie the other day and when I got it home realized it was a Halloween care bear movie. Ugh. I do not hate Halloween so I'm not returning that move today.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Did I just type "it's like"? That's like crazy...I like never talk like that. Please envision me chewing gum and flipping my hair around.
I had no plan to go to the gym today. It was a day off. A much needed day off. My body aches from head to toe. I had wicked painful shin splints on my last run. Yet, I felt guilty all day for not going. Crazy?
Got advice from the sweet husband on what to do to make my shins feel better. Also got unsolicited advice from the ex husband for shin splints. They weren't the same at all. I googled it and got total different advice. Ugh.
I have jury duty starting on Tuesday. I don't mind serving. I enjoyed the last time I was a juror. Not looking forward to it since I know they are choosing for a murder that happened around here starting Tuesday. And I have the sweet baby girl I would rather spend my day with than twelve strangers, two suits, a robe and a murderer.
When you tell people you got the jury letter you automatically get a million different ways to get out of being chosen. Most include radical views. Can't I just be honest and tell them it is inconvenient for me and my daughter and my new exercise program?
Had the new tv show Flash Forward on our dvr. We watched two episodes. I like it. The sweet husband isn't sure about it yet. Premise: the whole world blacks out for two minutes at the same exact time. Causes disaster. During the black out each individual sees into their future, six months into their lives. Made me think if I would want to see my future. I'm going with no.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Well, I made it today with yellow tomatoes from my parents garden and it was even better. Delicious to the tenth power. I know, right? Yummmy. Yellow tomatoes aren't as acidic so somehow that makes the flavors of the jalapenos, garlic, onion, cilantro stand out even more. I don't know how but it did.
Yummy. So if you know my mom you can cruise right up to her house and get some...she has boxes of tomatoes. If you don't know her you need to because she is the most amazing lady ever. And you also need to find yourself some yellow tomatoes. Hee hee.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Today when we were waiting for one more flight I saw the best homecoming. It was like I was in the opening airport scene of Love Actually. It was a mom with three little boys at the luggage carousel. They were joined by Poppa soon after. They found the luggage of whoever it was they were waiting for although they had yet to see the actual people. Then a young couple with a stroller were spotted. There was screaming. There was running. There were hugs and smiles and giggles and more hugs. I got a little teary through my own huge smile. It warmed my heart to see such love and happiness.
I thought that the airport might be a good place to come when you needed to see some human goodness. Where you can see that embrace of two lovers. Where you can see a mom return home to her babies and squeeze them super tight. Where you can see old friends reunite for this years hunt. Where you can see men return from war and see their newborns for the first time. This is the backdrop of love and they are all over the country.
It also is the backdrop for some really good photos. Take a looksy at what I found yesterday.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
1. Grey's Anatomy
Can't help it...I love these guys.
2. The Office
Jim & Pam, need I say more?
My boyfriend Joshua Jackson is on here, plus his dad is funny.
4. Mad Men
The clothes, the men, the women who drink & smoke, even while pregnant.
5. Parks & Recreation
Like the Office, but not.
6. The Hills
Please, please don't judge me
7. Private Practice
Spin off from Grey's, its debatable.
8. Barefoot Contessa
9. Fantasy Factory
Rob of Rob & Big...sweet husband loves it.
10. Daddy's Girls
Rev Run's daughters who moved to Cali.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
That's what they call the yoga at the community center.
I like it.
I mean I like the class.
I also like the name.
I think its kind of funny, since clearly it is yoga but whatever.
Its the best class I've ever been in.
The instructor is very instructional and thorough.
She also is cute.
But not too cute where I am intimidated.
The class was full.
Of more cute girls.
I fit right in.
It had been over a year since I had been in a yoga class.
Way too long.
She calls them practices.
She also doesn't do any "ommmm" or budha schmudha talk which I like.
I was proud of my body for what it could still do.
I was sad a little when there were a few things I used to be able to do but couldn't now.
Surprised me that she said namaste at the end.
I don't say it.
It is like saying "the god in me honors the god in you".
I'm pretty sure there is no god in me.
I wonder if the other girls know what they are saying.
I pray during the cool down.
She reads quotes.
This week theme: take care of yourself so you can care for others.
Mom's sometimes forget this little bit of information.
It really is important.
I left smiling and feeling good.
I can't wait to go back tomorrow.
Monday, October 5, 2009
It is no secret that I have some baby weight to get rid of. Like 20 pounds. Ugh. And if I'm being really honest I have some happy weight to get rid of as well. You know the "fat and happy" that happens to you. When I got divorced I was pretty skinny. Skinny and miserable. I worked out a lot and didn't eat much. Stress did wonders for my figure. Now that life is good and I am happy some of that weight found me again. I thought I lost it but apparently it was just on vacation. And now it is home.
So, today I am starving. Know why? I said the word. The dang diet word. Ugh. Why do I do that. I know better. I ate a peanut butter toast for breakfast and a lean cuisine for lunch but right now I am starved. Starved on the verge of famished. Seriously. Luckily I have no junk food in the house. Anywhere...trust me I looked. I looked everywhere for popcorn, ice cream, leftovers. Nothing. Which is a good thing for the (shhhhh!) diet.
You may have noticed that my running took a vacation as well. It did. We went to Cali for a week and when I got back there was this incident with a van that was for some reason on the same route as my run. My run course quickly changed and since I am a scaredy cat my running suffered. And by suffered I mean stopped. My 5k was supposed to be this week and now I have to start all over. Double ugh! Just like me though to go big and then stop. I am starting again tonight. Joined a local community center and they have a (drumroll, please) indoor track. YEAH!!! Come and get me now scary man in the gray van with no windows that probably had four other pretty running girls in the back.
The plan is to start the 5k training again on the track and run M-W-F. Yoga is on Tu-Th-Sat. I am taking advantage of being home and having this membership. I am going to update my sidebar with my activities. Keeps me accountable. Plus I am dying to get back into my skinny jeans.
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I did not get a bag of fresh jalapenos from my mom and proceed to make poppers for lunch Saturday. I am not addicted so I did not have them for lunch yesterday too. It would be ridiculous if when I went yesterday I got more just in case the craving strikes during the week. So, I didn't do that.
Speaking of those dang poppers... my girlfriend and I aren't soooo in love with this little treat that we did not decide that the heat of the jalapenos melts any and all calories so it's really like not eating at all. Genius!
I never leave my children unattended. So there is no way that I turned on a movie and told my little boy to watch his even littler sister so I could sneak just a few minutes of alone time with the sweet husband on a Sunday morning when we did not play hooky from church.
I am probably one of the most vain people I know so I would never for any reason under the sun walk my son to the bus stop in non matching yoga pants and sweatshirts with messy hair. I have a reputation you know.
My little girl goes with me to the salon when I get my nails done. This week I had lunch in the diaper bag for the sweet husband so he could swing by and pick it up since we are so close to his work. I did not smell something funny coming from a pair of size 9 month jeans. I did not call the sweet husband to see when he was going to be by to get his lunch. And I for sure did not tell him to hurry because his princess was stinking up the whole salon.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
You know I love myself a dollar store. We went yesterday to buy crayons, toothbrushes, stickers, chapstick, jump ropes and other small toys for a gift box we were packing for a Christmas project at church. We filled up two boxes that will make one little girl and one little boy smile and giggle. Saw a girl there that went to the same high school. She kept making snide remarks about the stuff. Um, it's the dollar store. I'm not sure what she was expecting. It was almost like she was embarrassed to be there. Don't be embarrassed...I'm here too.
Going to a double header soccer game in an hour. Hoping it doesn't rain. Seven wet six year olds running around and then trying to get warm doesn't sound like the most fun. Nor does a bundled up 9 month old who wants to crawl and cannot. Last but not least I'm pretty miserable to be around when I'm cold. Did I talk you into joining us?
Really want to to do the antique white, shabby chic look in my house. I love the look. Always have. But, there is a fine line between antique and junky. How do I mix what I have and get the look that I want? Thinking of starting in my bedroom. It is completely red so I use a lot of white to brighten it up anyway. Might be the easiest and safest and cheapest. Hmmmm...
As I write my son is tying up my baby girl in his Indiana Jones whip. I would put a stop to it but she seems to be ok. Well, she did. Apparently the Indy hat was the last straw. She is giving him what for now.
The family did ro sham bo to see what to make for dinner last night. I lost. I made stroganoff. From a box. Clearly my son won. The sweet husband and I made salads with huckleberry dressing, feta cheese and walnuts. Delish.
Turned our heat on. I made it to October 1st. Partly because we had a late warm summer which I loved but partly because I couldn't do it. No heat in September. It just doesn't seem right. It was just last week that I was having mid day cocktails outside in the sun and now it is 53 and gray and wet. And there was snow on one of the passes nearby. Too early. Waaaaay too early for snow.
Not really sure how my sweet husband puts up with me but am so glad he does. I can be, well lets say, trying at times. He is entirely too good to me and I'm still not sure how I got so lucky. He makes my life wonderful even when I don't deserve it.
I'm crazy addicted to the sweet tea from one fast food chain with golden arches. I adore it. It is sweet and cold and makes my mouth water. It would be watering right now if there wasn't one sitting on my left. I have had one a day for the last week. One day it lasted me two days. Or is that because I had two which would really be one and a half that day. Oopsy! They are only $1 so it isn't the money but I have yet to check the calories because I don't want to know. I probably could make it at home but I don't want to know how much sugar they put in it. So, I will just make friends with the drive thru girl and live in denial.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
1. Princess invitations (they definitely have the word queendom on them)
2. Princess thank you cards
3. Princess plates & napkins
4. Princess candy bracelets and candy castle puzzles
5. Pink happy birthday banner
6. Princess cookie cutters (high heel shoe, crown, wand, diamond ring, castle, etc)
7. Candy princess cupcake toppers and sprinkles
8. Paper princess tiaras for all girls to wear (I will be wearing my real one, yes I have a real one)
9. Pin the crown on the princess game ( I will use tape instead of pins...that would be just mean to have pins stuck in the princess' face)
10. Pink Princess Ribbon for the birthday girl
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Every day wouldn't be totally true.
Every week wouldn't do it justice.
You know how your mom used to say...if you eat any more cookies you will turn into a cookie.
You can call me Ms. Jalapeno.
1 large can chicken breast
1 package 1/3 fat cream cheese, softened
Salt/Pepper to season
Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Cut off jalapeno tops
Cut in half lengthwise
Clean seeds out
Mix with cream cheese
Salt and pepper to taste
Line pan with foil
Generously fill jalapeno halves with cream cheese & chicken mixture and place on pan
Bake for 30 minutes or until golden bubbly and delicious
Best served warm
* My dad's version
Leave some seeds in jalapenos for more heat
Replace regular cream cheese with garden vegetable cream cheese
Shred sharp cheddar and top all poppers with cheese
Do where gloves when preparing peppers.
Don't blame me when you get addicted.
Do call me if you need my help or want some company while snacking.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
It was a good day.
One of the vendors...she had amazing aprons. And the sweetest pink Raggedy Ann dolls. Of course they were gone when I got there. Sorry baby girl.
This is like my own little heaven. Look at all the goodies.
Cute sign, cute stuff.
My absolute favorite vendor. Do you see all that pink stuff? Hello lovah. I must have walked through a dozen times. She had a bed and the bed skirt was pink tulle. Adorable. I could've taken it all home.
These chairs are numbered. Not so sure why.
Photo for my sweet husband.
Oh, I am sooooo doing this next spring. An old door with wire garden fencing with plants in it. Ohmygosh!
Here are the pretties I came home with...
Monday, September 28, 2009
We went on a walk after dinner last night and saw a friend/neighbor of ours who is pregnant (due in 5 weeks). She looks absolutely stunning. I did not turn green with envy when she rubbed her belly. Ohhhh, I can't wait to have more babies.
I had three parties (my job) scheduled in the month of September. They all got rescheduled. I did not freak out a tiny bit. No parties...no money. It's ok, right about then God sent me some good news in the form of more work but more money. Yeah!!!
I did not find statements for two different retirement accounts that still have my ex husband as beneficiary. Oopsy! Don't worry, I did not call today and talk to Joe, who thought it was hilarious, to get that remedied immediately.
I was going to make a sammie for lunch last week...no bread. Was going to eat tacos...no cheese. Was going to have cereal...no milk. So, instead of going to the grocery store I did not have ice cream with bananas, walnuts and chocolate syrup. Too bad I went shopping this weekend...that sounds good right now for lunch. Hee Hee.
I did not clean out the freezer and find two pie crusts from who knows when that were broken to pieces. Um, I'm not really a pie maker. Must have been on sale. I am however a cake maker. I tried my luck/skill once again at a two layer cake. Usually they taste delicious but look a mess. I did not do a little dance, literally, when the cake turned out absolutely perfect. My dad said it was the best dessert I have ever made. My nephew said it was ultra good. And it was...good looking and good tasting.
Ahhhhh...Fluffy Vanilla cake w/pineapple filling and Vanilla frosting. Delish!