This Understated Life

Imagine

2013-01-05T12:21:00.002-08:00

"You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one.

I hope someday you will join us.."

I have an active imagination. It keeps me entertained daily. When my boys were little, I worried: they didn't have an imagination. (they were very little at the time). That fear has long subsided, along with the insane argument "He's not letting me pretend...." I only wish I could exact that power over someone..

This morning, I overheard the following:

Liam: "Aidan!. Look, the mouse was found here this morning (a mouse ornament lying face down on the wood floor."

The deceased ornament

Aidan, "Yes, I definitely believe he was murdered. I'll start interviewing possible witnesses." (Turns to the sea urchin-looking ornament' "Did you see anything last night?" (Turns to Liam) "The sea urchin isn't saying anything, but I know he's hiding something."

The silent sea urchin

Liam coming from around the Christmas tree holding another mouse ornament.
Liam, "Look, the dead mouse's brother, JoJo has just arrived. He doesn't speak, he just smiles."

JoJo the mute

By this time, I couldn't stay quiet any longer. I had to get involved. This was WAY too fun for me to miss out on..

Jenn, "Bring Jojo over here. Let me handle him." (Liam brings Jojo over to me.) "JoJo, Thank you for coming in. I'm sorry to hear about your brother. Do you know anything that might help this investigation? Do you understand what we're dealing with here? YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD. WIPE THAT STUPID SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!"

Then the door bell rang.. Our voices went back to normal. The improv session ended.

I'm not entirely sure where this plot line derived from. We monitor their tv. What can I say? Other, than, I'm also aware now that we have quite a few mice ornaments. Which makes me wonder: Why is it okay to put a cute looking mouse on the Christmas tree, but I don't want ANY live ones around me, in my house, garage, etc.. EVER...

**I didn't include the last line [and the world will live as one] purposefully. I don't think it will happen, ever. I am a Christian; I believe in everlasting life with God. I believe I will live in peace after this world. It's why I can laugh off the small injustices we face daily. This world is temporary for me. My only wish: that others would find Christ's peace and love, that has filled in my life.

I've Seen It All

2012-12-18T20:39:00.000-08:00

I've Seen It All

I've see it all, I have seen the trees

I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze

I've seen a man killed by his best friend,

and lives that were over before they were spent.

I've seen what I was, I know what I'll be

I've see it all, there is no more to see

Bjork (with Thom Yorke)

Remember the first time your heart hurt?

I remember walking home (1st grade). A little girl (second grader) yelled out (about me) "look at how ugly that girl is! I bet she doesn't have any friends, because she's so ugly!"

I remember my heart breaking finding out my 'first love'* cheated on me, more than once [*what I considered love then, and now, are considerably different].

I remember the guttural pain; learning my birth mother kept me a secret from her family and has no intention of meeting me.

I, like millions others, have my September 11th story. I wept, and wept for them. On the ten year anniversary, I didn't watch the specials. I still remember.

Over the past decade:
I've been to 3 grand-parents funerals.
I attended a funeral for sweet Ava, who fought CDH courageously for 47 days. Her mother's courage, still inspires me.
I watched an entire sanctuary fill up, to say goodbye to an amazing man, father, husband, son, and friend. He left his wife, and 3 kids behind. His kids are such beautiful souls. I know he is proud.
I watched a close friend prepare herself and her family for her mother in law's passing (breast cancer).

Then I saw the news on Friday, and I feel - like - I've seen it all. I don't like what I see. I don't want to see anymore. I only want what matters & is truly important. I want to live my life to please God. If I don't have Him, I have nothing. I pray I show God's love through: words, deeds, thoughts, and actions. I pray for the health & safety of my family, and my friends.

I pray for peace and comfort for the families devastated in CT.

The Boys are Back in Town

2012-08-05T19:52:00.001-07:00

Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy

The Boys are Back In Town - Thin Lizzy

I don't like to brag, BUT....
Last week, I had the ENTIRE week off (and I don't mean Monday - Friday, I'm talking Sunday through Sunday. My AMAZING, SELFLESS, TIRELESS, SAINT of a mother in law ASKED (yep, you read that correctly - SHE ASKED if the boys could spend the week with her & Pop-Pop. What could I say? I don't want to disappoint the sweet woman, so, I did what any selfless mother would do: I had my husband pack their clothes, and we said YES!

Did I get the boys' rooms cleaned out and organized?
Did I get my projects completed?
Did I get my craft room cleaned out & organized?

I didn't do much of anything; LOVED every minute of it! Know what else? I didn't feel a snitch guilty, either! See, I don't feel bad for taking care of myself. Growing up, I distinctly remember my mom leaving for some 'her' time; when I'd ask to accompany, it was an unapologetic: No! Know what? I totally get that! I realized early on (in motherhood), if I didn't take care of myself, I had little to give. I love those boys too much, to neglect myself.

My advice to new mothers: Take care of yourself without guilt. As mothers, we take/feel enough guilt for 3 lifetimes. (We can cover that in another blog post, aptly named; Crucify)

What did J & I do? We reconnected. Turns out, I still really like him. :) We watched the Olympics, went to a few movies, drank our dinner (not every night), and laughed. I know a week without kids isn't practical for every couple, but I highly recommend a few kid-less nights, every once in a while.

The first verse of Thin Lizzy's song: Boys are Back in Town, describes today. They walked in, gave us obligatory hugs, and fell right into normal. They haven't changed - don't have much to say (unless you're talking Legos & superheroes). While I loved my vacation, I'm glad my boys are back in town!

Dirty Little Secret

2012-08-03T13:39:00.002-07:00

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret (dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret"

Dirty Little Secret - All-American Rejects

A website I visit every Sunday: Postsecret. Not because I'm looking for my secret, [not that I haven't sent one, (wink)] but because I find it fascinating. Some of the secrets make me laugh, others, break my heart.

Secrets are funny; especially the ones (secrets) we think are going to shock & appall, only to find complete understanding. Don't you feel so relieved afterwards? Like, what was the big deal?! Obviously I'm not referring to serious secrets (I enjoy kicking puppies, or I'm really Dexter in my spare time), but the ones after confession, we find a closer bond to a friend or family member. Some of the best conversations with friends include the following statements: "Okay, I'm gonna tell you something", "please don't tell anyone", and "Oh My Gosh!! Me Too!!"

Here's my best beauty secrets:

Apply a neutral lip liner all over lip, then apply lipstick or lipgloss. (Especially if it's a colored lipstick, it will stay on much longer!) My personal favorite nude lip liner: Mary Kay's Neutral Lip Liner.

If you don't take your eye makeup off at night, the next day, you'll have a short eyelash day. (sad face)

When you apply moisturizer, also, apply to your decollete, neck (in an upward motion), and hands. (Those are the first to show age.)

Here's a few of my ~~dirty~~ funny little secrets:

Butt cracks make me laugh. I know, it's so immature; I can't help it. I think they're funny. [I LOVE the part in Braveheart, where the Scotts lift their kilts & slap their butts.]
I don't like my toes to touch anyone's toes. I have to mentally prepare myself to allow my toes to touch someone else's toes.
I've seen many of my friends FB photo at the bottom of Postsecret, but have NEVER seen mine, it makes me jealous/mad. (isn't that stupid?!)
It scares me how many donuts and girl scout Thin Mints I can consume in one setting. I bury the evidence in the trash can - or - take the trash out.
I want at least 3 more tattoos, (including a traditional Polynesian style) (much, MUCH to the chagrin of my parents, and J.
I can't stand Julia Roberts. Every movie preview with her has that damn annoying {ha HAA HAAAAAHH} laugh of hers. Every single preview! Pay attention next time, you'll hear it. (I do like Pretty Woman & Steel Magnolias)
Since my days as drill team captain I still carry the following in my purse/wallet: bandaid, rubberband for ponytail, safety pin, and paperclip. (such a nerd. so embarrassing)
I wash my face EVERY night. Even on the rare occasion I've had too many cocktails, I still wash my face. The next morning when I wake, I gently pat my eyes to feel for makeup, then smile when I realize I washed!

When We Were Young

2012-08-01T12:00:00.000-07:00

"Can we climb this mountain? I don't knowHigher now than ever beforeI know we can make it if we take it slowThat's takin' easy, easy now, watch it go"When We Were Young - The Killers
Nothing too profound or comical today. I've been wanting to post, but can't think of much to say. I know, I know: Jennifer, not much to say? Impossible. I will say this. I've got a BUNCH on my mind, but I'm in the middle of processing everything, and not sure what I want to say, or how to say it. So until then, enjoy some pictures.
I've said this before: I didn't know I wanted kids until I met J. I 'retired' from babysitting at the tender age of 13. It wasn't for me. I didn't like crying babies. I didn't like changing diapers. I was very much a baby myself, so I didn't have much to give. Makes sense, right?
I love and adore being a parent. I love seeing the world through their eyes. Moreover, I love is their complete inhibition in front of a camera!
Here are a few shots from our summer 2012 Colorado trip.

Liam insisted on wearing that huge shirt because he was cold.

chilling, posing before our Coors tour

I can't remember how many times I heard the phrase: "Mom, take a picture of us."

He adores his big brother. so sweet, when he's not giving me fits.

what do you say about this pose, except: AWESOME?!

they wanted to squeeze in this nook, just because they could.

my attempt of inhibition in front of the camera.

i love muscle poses!

seriously LOVE muscle poses!!

no need to worry - those grey shorts are IN the goodwill pile, having seen this picture!!

You Got It (The Right Stuff)

2012-07-17T12:05:00.000-07:00

'You got the right stuff, baby

You're the reason why I sing this song'

You Got It (The Right Stuff) - New Kids on the Block

I have a problem. Not a serious problem, but a problem, nonetheless. I'm exposed to it every Sunday (or whenever I get around to clipping my coupons). For you normal folks (non ADD), I bet you're able to flip right past these, without giving it a thought. I struggle; I can't get past it. I'm distracted. I need to know why, who, WHY? Then I spin an entire life for the person that buys these. What's worse? J has to listen to my story about Connie, the woman buying these items.

Are you wondering what I'm talking about?

Allow me:

I love Elvis as much as the next person, but...

I don't know what to say about this one.

Are you with me so far?

Unable to move onto the next page, I'm filled with so many thoughts and questions about this stuff: WHO is buying this stuff? Are they buying this stuff for themselves or as a gift? Is there a HUGE demand for these items? Are these somebody's prized possession? Who in the company decided these products needed to be made? Does the manufacturing company have meetings to decide what product to design/make next? Why would a company WANT to make something like this? What would I do if someone gave me this? Would I be able to save face?

I like the sentiment, just not the scary tall angels!

As if Texans need more cliches?!

*Connie's unoffical biography:

Connie loves these figures. She and her husband Darryl have been together for 37 years. Since being empty-nesters, Connie has adopted several 'babies' - (those life like [creepy] newborn dolls). Darryl puts up with her, and deep down he would be lost without her. They live on a few acres in Tennessee (or South Carolina? not sure). She sees that teacup Chihuahua, and KNOWS it's perfect for her collection. Her house is cozy, and decorated with items found in the ABC Distribution Catalog (the goose you can dress for every holiday is her favorite purchase to date.) Every square inch of her house displays her collections. It overflows onto both her front and back deck. She wears her seersucker mu mus, because they 'breathe'. (Her hair is in curlers anytime she's at home.)

Saturday nights (Darryl bowls with his buddies), she calls to chat with her favorite hosts on QVC or HSN. This gives her a chance to brag about her collections. (The QVC & HSN hosts have asked the operators to only let her through once a month, but depending on how nice the hosts are to the operators, determines whether Connie gets through!) She receives at least one package a day, and has for sometime now. Darryl has given up on trying to talk her out of her purchases. He retreats out to his garage/workshop, and is content to do so. Connie and Darryl live a simple, comfortable life. Connie hopes to pass her collectibles to her daughter and daughter in law.*

Personally, I feel there are better items to decorate with. Am I suggesting no collections, or figurines? Absolutely not. I love the Willow figures (love the Nativity scene). Think of this as a cautionary message. You don't want to end up on A&E's Hoarders or TLC's Buried Alive.

The best one I've ever found: the solar meerkats. They were awesomely awful. They were so ~~awesome~~ awful, I sent the order form to my best friend (with her information already filled out), and instructed her to fill in the credit card information. Shortly after opening her mail, I received a phone call, and started laughing in with her. Apparently her husband opened it up, and thought I was being serious....

I am NOT immune to marketing. I pay attention to ads.

Example:

Pretty & Yummy looking, right?

(I'm intrigued)

I've seen them in the store.

Then I see the ad in the coupons. (even more intrigued)

Next trip (to the store), I study them a second time. Then a woman chimed in, "Ohh, I liked those.. this one is my favorite, but they're ALL good." "Cool, thanks," I replied.

Freezer into the glass:(no prep!)

yah, I did! I added whipped cream.

The Verdict: loved it. Will DEFINITELY buy again. Perfect for a pre/post dinner drink. (one serving ~$2.00)

*Connie & Darryl are figments of my twisted imagination. I have nothing against these products, the companies that manufacture these products, or the people that purchase them. The only thing I ask: Please don't buy them for me. Fair enough?!

*Connie has this ENTIRE collection of shoes. They're comfortable; don't irritate her corns.

*The pair on the left is her ALL TIME favorite pair. They're just so versatile!

CONFESSION: I've absolutely purchased items from both: QVC, HSN, as well as ABC Distributing- Could I point them out in my house? Some things yes, other items, I've already purged.

Times Like These

2012-06-12T13:30:00.003-07:00

It's times like these you learn to live again

It's times like these you give and give again

It's times like these you learn to love again

It's times like these time and time again

Times Like These - Foo Fighters

How many nights did my dad wait in the dance studio parking lot, past 10:00 p.m., because Carol (my dance teacher) had a choreography explosion? How many times did my mom run all over the metro-plex, because we needed a certain something that was perfect for our costume? My parents ventured to Lubbock for a good number of Tech games, too. That my friends, is a LOT of dance performances! A lot of boring, waiting around un-Godly hours, in stinky old gyms, with crappy sound systems, and crappier seats: ALL for a measly 2-3 minute performance. Even then, the self absorbed, Jenn was probably bitchy because of a narcissistic, perfectionistic mistake that nobody noticed, anyhow. God Bless my parents!

Like most moms, I vowed to be active in my boys lives. I would be ever present, cheering them on: whatever their activity. If they wanted to be professional cup stackers - I would be so into cup stacking. I'd have a bookmarked folder on my computer of youTube cupstacking videos. We would own a nice set of stacking cups, maybe even have a specified table. It just so happens, they enjoy scouting. So, guess what? I'm a scout mom. Yep, I donne the stylish moisture wicking, SPF shirt WITH the patches. Sure do. No shame. I help plan meetings, wrangle ~~cats~~ boys, attend trainings, and volunteer at camps. (I remember being jealous of all the adventurous activities the boy scouts experienced. I already was a girl scout, but lost interest & free time after elementary school.

Enjoy our camp pictures, please ignore my natural face.

It was so dang MUGGY.

leather working a marble bag

leather working his marble bag

who knew?

Earlier in June, a local Boy Scout troop offered a rock climbing event. It was HOT and MUGGY, but we put on our shirts AND good attitudes, and headed out. Liam took one look at the wall, and decided his place would be under the shade assisting in dutch oven cherry cobbler. The scouts spent quite a while adjusting his harness (seems they weren't used to trying to fit an itty-bitty 17" waist).

patiently waiting for a snug fitting harness

amazing those skinny legs can push him up.

He's a slave to dessert.

In March, we attended Scout day at Heritage Farmstead Museum. It depicts life in the late 19th century. They carded wool, sat in a one room school house, 'milked' Buttermilk (a mechanical milking cow), hoed a garden, and washed some clothes on a wash board. The boys had a blast (as usual), but concluded, we're happy and content right here in 2012, [especially after I explained all the chores they would do before AND after school].

'Buttermilk' the mechanical milking cow, go ahead, milk her.

Hand washing with a wash board.

I actually had to tell them, it was time to let the other kids have a turn. Who knew?

I own & acknowledge - it's totally MY dream for them to go all the way in scouts. There are few awards you can earn as a kid, that still hold merit and respect as an adult. Somehow, Eagle scout seems much cooler than: former drill team captain. I hope I don't become one of those parents that forces their kids to the activities the PARENTS want them to do, rather than the kids. As long as scouting remains fun and rewarding for them, they'll continue; I will be right behind them cheering them on. When I see their joy, excitement, and PRIDE, I realize, hours spent at trainings/meetings is worth it. It's times like these...

Whistle While You Work

2012-06-06T10:49:00.000-07:00

"Just whistle while you work

and cheerfully together we can tidy up the place

So hum a merry tune

It won't take long when there's a song

to help you set the place"

Whistle While You Work - Snow White

The last week of school, we had a rain forest worth of papers (of which I've yet to ~~sort through~~ ~~throw out~~ recycle). Another assignment: cleaning the tote tray. Dutifully, I added dish soap and guided him to the deck. It was basically giving him soap, water in a tub, and our blessing to have a blast. His incentive: to add 5, that's right FIVE marbles in the marble jar (a currency for first graders). Enjoy the pics.

Hard at work.

For once, looking DIRECTLY at me (for a picture).

How fabulous is that red underwear band? So stinkin' cute! Oh, and that step stool - not just for him, it's home resides in our pantry, and I use it for the top shelf of the pantry AND cabinets - yes, the joy of being short.

I will give him this: when he's feeling generous - he's incredibly helpful - as helpful as you'll allow!

Confession Time: When I was in first grade, I too, had to clean my tote tray. The teachers instructed us to use a lot of elbow grease. My mom added dish soap and sent me outside. Before making my way out the door, I remembered: I needed elbow grease. So, I stopped and asked her for some elbow grease. My mom laughed a good 5 minutes, AND let my dad in on the joke (in between trying to catch her breath) before explaining the laughter. I, on the other hand, didn't think it was nearly as funny as they did. To this day, I still think there should be a household cleaner or cleaning business named: Elbow Grease.

Thank God I'm a Country Boy

2012-05-21T12:07:00.000-07:00

Thank God I'm a Country Boy - John Denver

Thank God I'm a Country ~~Boy~~ Girl. Technically, I'm not country at all. It makes for a good blog title, no?

(Read in valley girl voice) Like, I'm from Plano, so, I don't know about country things, or country ways, but you can ask my mom, 'cause like, she grew up on a farm. If she doesn't know, we can call my Grandpa, and he'll know for sure.

When I was a teenager, I jumped at the chance to go with my cousins to feed their pigs. Their farm experiences were so different from my own in Plano. (This was also the first time I drove down a dirt road, in a truck, without power steering. Apparently, you're not supposed to do 80 m.p.h, down a dirt road. Something about it being dangerous?)

Saturday, my friend and I took our kids to R & C Dairy and Farmstead. We picked strawberries and blackberries. We had a great time. Now, I don't want this to be my daily job, but definitely once a year! It was so peaceful. The boys had a BLAST.. We were filthy afterwards, but it was worth it. The berries? Freakin' DELISH!! I didn't know (some) blackberry bushes have thorns. We didn't bring gloves, so we toughed it out, reaching for the berries with ninja precision.

Let's discuss John Denver for a moment: I love John Denver, and I'm not ashamed. That's right, I said it! Is it because he performed with the Muppets? Partly, but mainly because his songs are linked to great memories. My cousins and I would chasse (sha-say) in a circle holding hands to Thank God I'm a Country Boy and Grandma's Feather bed. My grandma would smile with bated breath, trying to enjoy the moments of childhood delight, and not think about the china that was also jumping in her china cabinet. No china was ever harmed during one of these hootenannies, and to this day, it makes us cousins smile.

During my grandma's funeral, I watched cousin Denny's wife Shirley walk up to a boom box and push play. I'm drained emotionally, wondering what song had been left out of Grandma's service? Then it happened: John Denver's Grandma's Feather Bed came over the speaker, and I couldn't help but bust out laughing. Next thing you know, all of us cousins were laughing at a funeral. I think it's exactly how Grandma would've wanted it.

We got the farm information from this website: PickYourOwn.org

Here's a few pictures from our berry (ba-dum-bum) fun adventure.

Liam picking the goods.

Showing off his 'perfectly shaped' strawberry.

Showing off his goods.

In the blackberry bushes, right before the batteries died.

Last night, J & I put the berries on our ice cream... it was heavenly.

Not Ready to Make Nice

2012-05-09T12:36:00.001-07:00

Not Ready to Make Nice - Dixie Chicks

I've debated and debated whether to post this or not.
I'm just going for it.
These thoughts have been boiling for some time now, and while I'm afraid of what I might say, i'm equally afraid of keeping it inside.
Is it possible for this to come back and bite me?
Absolutely, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

I spent April on edge. While our month of April was gorgeous, it's been a long time since I've felt so ugly on the inside. I made the best of it, trying to work out anger and frustrations on my flower beds; digging holes, and pulling weeds. I just wanted to get through my birthday.

I made it through April. I was more defensive, and more sensitive than usual. I let those close to me, know the thoughts behind the actions. I didn't handle some things, as I normally would've, but at least I was aware of the reasons behind it.
I've always wanted to love my birthday, but most years, I dread it. It's not for the reasons you might think. It's not because it brings back sour memories of the time a boyfriend cheated on me on my birthday. Devestating to a 16 year old, a big fat whatever now. It's ALSO not because I'm getting older. I could care less about my age. I've earned every scar and (although faint) laugh line.

It's because (in my mind) it's a day someone (my birthmother) wishes she could forget. I spend the majority of my birthdays wondering if she was thinking of me or did she spend the day trying to forget? I don't know these thoughts to be true, but without confirmation one way or another, they were true in my mind.

More specifically, I ~~spent~~ wasted so much of my life trying to be perfect. Not because I'm type A, ultra competative, but because I told myself I had to; so I would be worthy of my (adoptive) parents love. I thought, I have to be perfect, and maybe if I'm perfect enough, then, someday, my birth mother will want to know me, and then I will be worthy. You can imagine the continual frustration when I came up short (in my mind). That continual frustration from my lack of perfection morphed into self loathing. I hated myself, that I couldn't be the perfect, pretty, high achieving daughter they deserved. In no way, shape or form, did my parents (adoptive) hold these standards. They (standards of perfection) were twisted thoughts created in my own sick little head. I didn't think it was possible for my parents or my husband to love me, because eventually they were going to find out what fraud I was. I was confident their love was out of pity. They loved me out of obligation, rather their own free will.

Let me also preface: my parents have never been anything but unconditionally loving and accepting of me, in all aspects of my life. My mom KNOWS beyond a shadow of a doubt, God specifically picked me for her and my dad - and I believe it too. Jeremy has shown his strength time and time again. I haven't always made it easy, but I knew if I could get past these thoughts, I could be the person I wanted to be.

Another thing: I'm angry. I'm angry I wasted so much time hating myself, instead of enjoying life and the people around me, that love me unconditionally. I'm angry I put so much of my self worth and beliefs in someone I've never met. I'm angry and hurt that she doesn't want to know me. I'm angry that I'm her dirty little secret. - because I'm here. Whether you want to acknowledge it or not, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to live my life, and tell my story. I will no longer apologize for my existence.

Postscript:
In no uncertain terms, am I seeking sympathy OR compliments. These are feelings I'm tired of holding onto. I don't want them anymore. I'm putting them away, I don't want to feel this way anymore, and MOST days I don't. With grief, you have good days and bad. Like any loss, adoption is a loss too.

I've reached this angry phrase, and haven't enjoyed my time here. Any time spent here in anger, is merely another step in the right direction. I know it was just a phase, and I'm determined this past birthday will be the last one spent with anxiety.

Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree

2012-05-08T06:34:00.002-07:00

Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree - The Andrews Sisters

"Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,

with anyone else but me,

with anyone else but me

no no no, Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, 'til I come marching home."

Our neighbor's tree fell. Quite a tall tree, maybe 30 - 40 feet?

Thank God it landed towards the street.

Is that root rot? I don't know.

Front Row Joes watching the city employee.
Good, wholesome entertainment.

Our neighbor's tree fell. Neither the boys, nor I heard it. So, if a tree falls in a neighborhood, and the neighbors are inside their house, i guess the tree DOESN'T make a noise.

Mom & I's unproved, somewhat educated theory: the tree fell due to last summer's drought and water restrictions.

somewhat unrelated side note: I love swing music (referring to today's blog title). I swear, I was born in the wrong era, but then again, I'm very appreciative of today's luxuries (air conditioning, power steering, and some synthetic fabrics.)

Songbird

2012-05-04T11:43:00.003-07:00

Songbird - Oasis

This school year, I declared the boys were having 'good old fashion birthday parties at home'. We would play games, run around, open presents, and have cupcakes. I refuse to participate each year trying to top the last. That's just me...

So, we sent out evites, without even having a theme (gasp!)

Then, we got a new tv. What does that have to do with the birthday party? Thought you'd never ask. I was having a bad day, and I wanted to kick the box. I didn't - BUT it got my wheels turning. My boys LOVE playing angry birds on our iphones. What about a 'live action' Angry Birds game? We could stack the boxes up and kick balls to try to knock the boxes down. Next thing you know, we're having an angry birds party.

So, a trip to Target and $15 later, Angry Birds: live action game had been born. (I got those big bouncy balls from the wire bins ~ 2.99 each)

We set the boxes up on some boards so they would be steadied. Then J re-arranged them for each kid. They got 3 kicks (or so) during their turn. ELEVEN of these six/seven year olds waited IN LINE patiently for their turn. They had a blast rooting each other on,

If I had more time, and wanting it to look pretty on Pinterest, I would've painted the boxes brown, blue and gray, but the kids didn't seem to mind, so neither did I.

Select the link for a YouTube video of the game in action

One of J's intricate box combinations.

Another 'good old fashioned birthday party game'

Pin the tail on the donkey, er, rather pin the beak on the Angry Bird.

I bought a red poster board, traced an outline of the bird. Used yogurt lids for the eye cut out, a bottle for the pupils, orange and brown for the rest of the bird. We used duck tape to 'pin' the beak.
Next, blind fold the kid, and let them go.

Easy, fun, and has made a nice 'door' decoration since the party

Here's the birthday boy/Pig

Gotta love a party with a Pinata!

The party was a success by 7 year old party goers. those are the only opinions that count, right?

When Doves Cry

2012-05-03T10:06:00.000-07:00

"This is what it sounds like, when doves cry." - Prince

My Christmas centerpiece lantern, has been re-purposed as a bird feeder. It took the birds a while to figure out how to land and feed. The squirrels figured it out first - go figure. Guess word got out among the birds, because we have a pair of doves that hang out too. I didn't think they would be able to fit inside the lantern, but apparently it's true what they say: Where there's a will, there's a way.

Sowing the Seeds of Love

2012-04-13T21:58:00.000-07:00

Sowing the Seeds of Love, Tears for Fears

Front beds: the biggest project I tackled during Lent.

I had NO idea how much I would love working in my flower beds. If I would've known, I would've studied landscape architecture in college. It's one of the few times, this girl-y girl, doesn't mind sweating, bugs, or dirt under my nails.

As it turns out, my thumb is pretty green. My mom has gardened (flowers, not vegetables) for years. I don't remember helping her, but I do remember admiring her work. Her backyard is always a delightful place to have a glass (or few) of wine. My father in law has a green thumb too. My in-laws back yard is peaceful, and relaxing. [I'm beginning to get inspiration for the back yard. I still have a few more things to plant in the front before tackling the back yard.]

Last year, I had the HUGE obnoxious shrubs cut down, and all stumps ground up. I planted a few things, had a few things die, AND had several bulbs return this spring. The gladiolus, and day lilies have returned, but haven't bloomed yet. The sweet alyssum, and wisteria smell amazing. Also, returning: my Spanish Lavender and Hot Lips Salvia. (I really like the Spanish lavender as opposed to the English Lavender. Personally, I think the English Lavender smells yuck.)

All the flowering plants I planted are either pink, purple or blue. I also want perennial, scented flowers - I know how 'Real Housewives of OC/Beverly Hills' this sounds, but (exhale) here I go: I want my house to be a pleasant experience. I want to greet you with beautiful scented flowers. ~ There I said it. I know it sounds stupid, and frou frou-y, so I'll own it. - but it still makes me happy, so there.

I also wanted to attract birds, hummingbirds, and butterflies. I've accomplished that. The other day, I pulled up to the house, and a butterfly ~~accosted~~ greeted me as I was exiting the door. I'm quite sure, it was thanking me for all the beautiful flowers I've planted. You can see tiny bugs hovering above the sweet alyssum (smells really good) - they're teeny tiny bumble bees.

What? That sign? Oh yeah, did I not mention, I was Hughston Elementary Volunteer of the Month? I think the sign adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the flowers.

The amaryllis (left) was absolutely heavenly. The blooms were literally bigger than my hand.

A returning perennial: Pink Guara. Loves full sun.

Gardening has a dark side, too.

WARNING: the next photograph contains a graphic crime scene. Viewer Discretion is advised.

Bailey Gardner vs. Minor
case no. 03222012
A murdered amaryllis bud. The murderer was charged with plant slaughter . Pre-meditation did not seem to be a factor in this case, rather negligent behavior. The minor charged (we won't identify him due to his minor status, [it was the eldest of the blog author]) plead guilty, and was placed on probation from running through the flower beds, and climbing the crepe myrtle trees. No further actions have been taken. The amaryllis doesn't plan on re-blooming this year, and is expected to make a full recovery next spring.

Over Easter weekend, we went to the lake, and visited an amazing nursery in Tyler: Chamblee's Rose Nursery.

a FABULOUS rose nursery

It was hard to make a decision. I've planted 2 roses in the backyard planters (for now) - pictures to follow later. I foresee more visits to this nursery, as the backyard landscaping begins.

Confession: I've been dive-bombed by a crow. I was 'stopping to smell the roses' on Tech campus, and a huge crow did not appreciate me bothering his rose bush. He dive bombed several times and tried to peck at me. I looked like a lunatic ducking and running, trying to escape. It was quite traumatic.

If You Got the Money Honey I've Got the Time

2012-04-09T12:54:00.001-07:00

If You Got the Money Honey I've Got the Time

(performed by Merle Haggard, originally by Lefty Frizzell)

Sorry to disappoint, but this post isn't about Honky Tonkin' (it'd be a lot cooler if it was.)
It's on the process on grocery shopping. I'm not sure which form of hell I prefer more: grocery shopping, or laundry. Regardless, I feel like Sisyphus ( the greek mythology character that has to roll the boulder up the hill everyday)..

As a SAHM, I feel an obligation to be a smart shopper. For me, this includes the dreaded process of menu planning, couponing, as well as matching up the coupons with the store specials. No, I'm not one of those obnoxious Extreme Couponing. I don't feel the need to stock an entire room of shampoos, ramen noodles, and Cover Girl makeup. Personally, I think extreme couponers are just an organized version of Hoarders.

For a non ADHD person, this process is probably easy. I've stated before, I am excellent at over-complicating an easy process. Grocery shopping is not excluded.

The process should go something like this:

Sunday: Get the paper, clip the coupons, purge the expired coupons, make your menu and list, and pull out the coupons you're going to use.
Monday: Do the grocery shopping using the ready made list with the coupons.
Tuesday: done and finished..

My sorted coupons & tattered coupon wallet:

Now, here's how it plays out for me
Sunday: Get the paper, maybe pull the coupons out, definitely pull the comics for the boys, recycle the rest of the paper.
Monday: Spend the day trying to remember where I left my coupon wallet**. Find the coupons I pulled from last Sunday's paper. Go around the house, collecting the coupons I've collected from mailers, receipts, etc.
Tuesday: Purge expired coupons, clip coupons, maybe organize and make a menu and list.
Wednesday: Start a new menu & list, because the specials have changed, and the store coupons have expired. Maybe make it to the grocery store. Put away most groceries.
Thursday: If I've made it to the grocery store; there's probably still some large things in the car I need to put up, as well as some cans on the counter/or dining room table.
Then I need to clean out the expired left overs from the fridge, clean up any spills I wasn't informed of.
Take trash out, because I've just dumped stinky leftovers; I don't want the house to stink.
Turn on the Scentsy. Remember that I've used up all the scent from the wax, let the wax melt.
While the wax is melting, do the dishes, (I need to get the stinky containers in the dishwasher, so it doesn't stink up the house, but first I have to unload the dishwasher.
Reload dishwasher, and start
Spend approximately 10 minutes deciding which new scent to put in the scentsy.
Clean up the mess from the counters.
Clean and cut veggies for snacking
Make the buttermilk ranch for veggies. (unnecessary additional work, but SO worth it)

Unload the cokes in the fridge.
Break down the coke boxes
Take out Recycling
Arrange overflow pantry items in garage

I failed to mention how the grocery store sends me on sensory overload. The smells, the music, the elderly (inevitibly, I manage to go on the days the retirement communities take the buses out.) Then I'm stuck maneurving my cart among the ~~slow~~ sweet, indecisive, ladies, and their bored out of their minds husbands ~~wandering~~ following behind.

If it were just groceries, I probably wouldn't mind, but it's all these additional tasks intertwined. BUT, like I said, it's my obligation to use the finances as wisely as possible, so like Sisyphus, I continue pushing the boulder up hill every day. (I still don't think I want it any other way, either!)

**I prefer the coupon wallet to a binder - mostly due to size. I can put the coupon wallet in my purse, and it has room for a lot of credit cards/gift cards. Most times, I always have this in my purse.

Confession: In high school, I had to go the grocery store for some (ahem) femenine items. Wouldn't you know it, a guy I went to high school with, (totally cute, had a crush on since the 6th grade), was re-stocking that aisle. I spent an hour an a half waiting on him to restock the aisle before I would grab my items. ha!

Paperback Writer

2012-04-04T13:01:00.001-07:00

Paperback Writer, The Beatles

Paperback writer is a stretch, aspiring blogger and comic writer/illustrator (Aidan) are more appropriate titles. I ~~probably~~ don't follow a formal writing style. Especially since, I can't remember ALL the formal rules of writing, I follow as many as I can remember. [I would've given my senior English teacher more attention, had she actually liked me (she made it no secret my thoughts were useless - maybe they are?!)]

We are a house of readers. One Friday night, we (the Baileys) were 'playing restaurant'. Aidan and Jeremy were waiters, Liam and I were customers. The 'restaurant' we were attending had an interesting twist: after ordering, both the wait staff, AND the customers migrate to a king sized bed, and read. That is exactly what we did too. Jeremy had his nook, Aidan had one of his Diary of a Whimpy Kid books, and I was helping Liam read through several of his books. (at this particular 'restaurant' I got to be a patron AND the chef - lucky me!)

After watching HBO's Game of Thrones (BTW:great series), Jeremy read George R.R, Martin's Game of Throne Series (in about 3 months) and hasn't stopped reading since. He's takes a few 'breathers' with some quick reads (a lawyer thriller here, a detective mystery there) in between his book series.

As a parent, it messes with your mind:

when you consider taking away reading priviliges (after all electronic priviliges have already been taken away).

when you have to take away books because they're reading under the covers with their flashlights..

Some pictures of reading

(apologies for some photo graininess - iPhone shots - not the best pics.)

Liam reading 'Splat the Cat' to great Grandpa Carter

Aidan @ Barnes & Noble (Diary of a Whimpy Kid display, Jeff Kinney) We bought a new D of a W K book while on Spring Break - it only lasted 24 hours, and he'd already finished it. (happy sigh)

Liam @ Barnes & Noble - trying to make his selection.

Engrossed in D of a W K (with my pretty pink glasses on)

He wanted to read to me, my book: Just One Look, Harlan Coben (also in my pretty pink glasses).

During this Lenten season, I've re-discovered my love affair with reading. I have the next 2 books lined up on my shelf, awaiting use.

Mama Said Knock You Out

2012-04-03T20:34:00.001-07:00

Mama Said Knock You Out - LL Cool J (mmm, LL! - one of my first and favorite Cd's)

This might not be your typical parenting song. First things first: allow me to set the record straight by prefacing: I have no intention of knocking my kids out (although it has crossed my mind at times). I call this a parenting song because I'm gearing up, ready to face this battle called parenting. I'm telling the boys: "FREAKIN' bring it! Let's see what you've got.. I'm sure I'll win, so let's do this!"

I know I'm not alone in this feeling: spring fever is alive and well. We are approximately 8 weeks from summer time. That leaves moms a finite timeline for wrapping up loose ends, preparing for: the kids to be home ALL day, EVERY day. This also means, kids are running on fumes as well. I have the utmost respect for teachers during these last few weeks.

Maybe you think a parenting song should be something softer, and sweeter, like Baby Mine (from Dumbo, performed by Bette Midler), or maybe you need Stevie Wonder's Isn't She Lovely, but then again, maybe your kids aren't almost 7, and almost 9.. Maybe your kids ARE almost 7 & 9, but maybe yours actually listen. Maybe you don't have an 8 year old that broods (what an 8 year old possibly has to brood about is beyond me). Maybe your 6, almost 7 year old doesn't throw fits like he did when he was 4... Maybe yours (kids) always make the best decisions, use their words, and don't throw temper tantrums. Seriously - if you try to tell me they always make the best decisions and use their words, I'll call you a big, fat, freaking liar!

I did my fair share of reading when I was pregnant, and I don't recall the books warning me of the school ages. It seems the parenting magazines are all geared towards new parents. What about us somewhat seasoned parents? Do you think we have this all figured out now that they're in school?

Here's what I didn't find in the pregnancy parenting books:

You are going to have to state otherwise obvious statements. Multiple times. Every day.

Things like: When we get inside, hang your backpacks up next to your jackets. Then put your shoes in the drawer, so we can find them in the morning.

the next morning.
mom: "Where are your shoes?"
kid: "I don't know. I don't remember where I put them."
mom: "hmm... seems like I remind you every day to put them up where they belong. Maybe today, when I remind you, you won't 'yeah yeah' me."

As your child gets older, the information they 'know' is irrefutable.

the arguing. oh lord, the arguing. One day during homework, I corrected Aidan's sentence. He proceeded to tell me how wrong I was, and I didn't know what I was talking about..... (Oh no, that poor child. He didn't even know what was about to be unleashed.)

I said, "Let me tell you something. I may not have my masters or doctorate, but, I was promoted to the next grade level ever year, and I got my high school diploma. Then I went off to college, and I managed to complete my Bachelors of Science degree in Family Studies with a minor in Fashion Design, and three hours short of a second minor in Addictive Behaviors, so, if I tell you your punctuation is wrong on that dag gum sentence, you'd best believe it is wrong! Do I need to get my diploma and degree out to show you?" It was promptly followed with an obedient, "No ma'am."

Perhaps I went overboard. I'm willing to consider the previous statement. I do have a theory that sometimes, it's beneficial to go a tad bit ranting crazy, to prove your point. Firstly, I believe it's beneficial to do this periodically (but not often, or consistently); enough to leave them wondering: Is this (current) discussion the one where she might fly off the handle? Secondly, I believe it to be a valid parenting technique to maintain your own confrontational skills. You have to keep these maintained for when they become teenagers.

I've found, if I go on a slight rant with my raised eyebrow, and mom voice (as Aidan aptly identified), the boys know they're better off backing down.

No matter how well your intentions/ideation of an event or process, it's NOT going to go as you'd imagined/hoped.

I hear all the time about families running errands together. I see them all the time, while I'm out by myself. they always look happy... uh... this is NOT the case at the Bailey household. You would NOT believe the amount of bitching those boys do, if you announce an errand list. Groaning, moaning, bargaining. it's absolutely ridiculous.

Just the other day, I dropped one son off, and thought: wouldn't it be nice to bring home ice cream to the son (that remains at home). What a nice treat, right?! I ordered a scoop of birthday cake (the flavor he orders 99% of the time). Well, shit on me, wouldn't you know it, that's not the flavor he wanted!! It's enough to drive me insane. Why do I even bother?!

Can you imagine the audacity I had, to have ordered birthday cake?! What a crappy mom?! Seriously, where is CPS when you need them?

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I will give them this: The other night at dinner (which I will spare you my rant on dinners), I was fixing a new recipe (bacon wrapped scallops - so YUM). [I typically don't identify dinner until the last minute to avoid the groans of displeasure towards my cooking and entree selections.] I told the boys we were having a kind of fish stick. As usual, they inspected it with a grimace, and reluctantly tried it. (I was totally mentally prepared for the usual tears, and shoving the dinner plate away). What do you know, Liam ate it, and it's his new favorite meal. It's just enough to keep me going..

A Return to Innocence

2012-03-22T11:01:00.000-07:00

A Return to Innocence - Egnima

Confession: I never went on a Spring Break trip (gasp!) I know, right?! Can you believe it? I never got drunk on a beach, flashed my boobies, and made out with a drunk guy. What a prude, right?! My parents weren't fronting me the money when I was in high school - (It's like they didn't trust me or something?!). My freshman year in college, I was travelling with the Tech Pom squad to the Sweet Sixteen tournament. I can't remember what I did the rest of my college years - couldn't have been too eventful.

In 2005, my mom, the boys (then ages 19 months, and 2 months), and I started taking trips up to Nebraska to visit my grandparents. That's how our spring breaks have been spent ever since. The trunk contents back then was somethings like: 2 boxes of diapers (sizes 5 & 1), 2 pack and plays, 1 booster chair, 1 bouncy seat, and one double stroller. Traveling is easier now that the boys are older. These days, the back seat is a sickening reminder of how spoiled American children are. They have the DVD player, and if they get bored with that, they can switch to the DS, and lastly, if that gets too boring, they can play on the iPhone. (I did bring books too.) As a Gen X-er, I didn't have the cool electronic gadgets until I was older (hello Walkman!). When I was little, I LOVED the Disney books on tapes, "You will know it is time to change the page, when you hear the chimes like this (chimes ringing). A road trip meant a new box of crayons and coloring book- even when I got older. (Confession: I still love coloring.)

The number of grandparents has dwindled from four to one, while that makes me sad, I feel infinitely grateful we've taken these trips. Seeing the joy on my Grandpa's face is priceless (doesn't stop him from being an ornery coot, but we love him anyways). I get such a sense pride having 4 generations in one room. Also, I never grow bored of hearing stories. For instance: a few trips ago, I learned my mom knows how to dress a chicken - and I don't mean, catch it and put clothes on it. That was one of her chores: from start to finish... My mom, the prissy, 'I won't go camping', Doris Day mannered, always put together, yes,her! My mouth still gapes trying to picture her killing a chicken. This trip I learned they used to go pitchfork fishing. Maybe similar to Hillbilly handfishin'.. except with a pitchfork! My mom is so casual cool about it too, like, 'Oh yeah, we used to do that. We'd follow along, and he'd jab the pitchfork around the banks a few times, to get the fish riled up, then he'd stab them, and we'd have it for dinner the next night." Ummmm..... Mom, I didn't realize how Little House on the Prairie you grew up!!

My friend Amelia* detests the Midwest (her husband has family somewhere in the Midwest [KS]). She feels too isolated (understandable). Personally, I LOVE time spent there. It reminds me of some of the happiest times spent with my grandparents. The freedom I was allowed there, was like NONE I had in Plano. I could walk to the park, the post office, or even the Cafe (for a coke and candy bar). I freely did what I was too embarrassed/too cool to do back home. While the boys won't get quite the same experience, they understand how much it means to me. Few things make me cry like a six year old; leaving my grandpa is one of them. I can not help it! I've tried, year after year, and fail miserably. I sob phrases like, "It's not fair we have to leave. I just want to stay here with him. Why do we have to live so far away from him?!" - I told you, I turn into a 6 year old! So, when it's time to leave, we all know what's coming.

You also can't discount the uncontrollable smile you get after receiving the '2 finger wave' from oncoming drivers. You anticipate each oncoming driver, ready and eager to return it. Okay, the novelty doesn't last long, but it makes you feel like you're a part of them. (Plus - do you know HOW fast you can travel down those desolate highways?!)

Without further adieu, here are a few pics from our trip.

Aidan, Grandpa, & Liam

Aidan & Grandpa.

Liam, Grandpa & me (I'm fighting off tears)

Why a picture of a coke fountain? Because they had this IN the hotel available to ME, for my drinking pleasure! Hello, heaven!

I'm not a bootlegger, but..... these days, the trunk is stashed with ~ case (or 2) of Wine from Superior Estates Winery. Turns out, all that fertile soil isn't just for corn & Milo, grapes do quite well too.
Honestly, it's my favorite wine. I have to stock up when I'm there, as it's not available here.

*fictitious name used to protect her identity - Midwesterners, please don't hold this against her, she's a good person.

Lenten update:

I've remained Facebook free. In this time, I've completed a few projects (post pictures in later blog).

and

I've read 6 books

The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins (LUUUUHHHHVVVEEDD IT - sing song voice)

Catching Fire Suzanne Collins (Luh-ved it!!)

Mockingjay Suzanne Collins (Luh-ved it... now what?!)

Half Broken Horses - Great read, Well written. Made me want to be a rancher (kinda).

Just One Look - Harlan Coben (good read. good twists - typical thriller)

The Jury - Fern Michaels (meh..it's okay so far)

seems that there ARE other things to do than FB, hmm, go figure.

Laissez les bons temps rouler

2012-02-21T10:09:00.000-08:00

Good Time Roll, The Cars

Whenever I hear the cajun expression, I think of The Cars song.

Today is Fat Tuesday, and while I've never been to Rio or Mardi Gras, it remains on my bucket list.

Our day remains like any other Tuesday. We have snacks, relaxing, homework, dinner, showers, and bed. I've successfully given up things in years past, other years, failed miserably. I'm having a hard time deciding this year exactly WHAT to give up. 2012 has started off as a really good year.
My oldest has been in school 3 years now, and the time prior to school years seems so distant. I refer to the early childhood years as, 'the Mansfield years', referring to the city we lived. I was 5 months pregnant moving there. I literally let my mom and best friend unpack and set up my house. When we found out we were pregnant with Liam, Aidan was only 8 months old. Wanna know something funny? We thought that was old. Having the boys so close together, was tough on me, and tough on our marriage. Jeremy spent long hours away from home to provide for us. It was a very lonely time for me. I listened to people when they told me it would go fast. Looking back, it was a blur, but at the time, it didn't feel so. I remember going on dates with Jeremy, where I literally couldn't think of things to say. I spent so much time with the two babies, I felt incapable of formulating conversation.
Although, I don't necessarily look back on those years, as 'Good times', I did the best I could. I don't have mega cutesy scrapbooks, marking their EVERY first. I felt proud if I remembered to write it down. When the boys are grown, I hope they'll forgive and realize, I did the best I could. I often referred to those times, as "deep in it (labor intensive, selfless giving, child rearing), or 'survival mode'. If at the end of the day, both had dry diapers, been fed, and dry clothes, the day was marked off as a success. I also will say, I'm over-joyed I was able to stay home with them. I know it's not for everyone. I can't emphasize enough, how much respect I have for the working mother.
When we moved to Plano, both boys were potty trained (for some time), and I hadn't carried a diaper bag in over a year. It felt like a new start. We wouldn't change a thing either! As tough as it was, the rewards are infinite. They are best friends. They've NEVER known a time without the other. I'm not sure when we would've decided it was the right time for #2. Seems like God knows what he's doing after all, go figure.

Mothers Day 2005, Aidan 17 months

May 2005, Liam was 2 weeks old

a few years later, 2007, Liam almost 2, Aidan 3

Those early years of child rearing are tough. Babies don't know when you need a break. So many of my friends have new babies. Jeremy and I give each other the knowing nod. Yep, they're in the club now. It does get better. I love and adore our family time. 15 years ago, if you would've told me, Friday and Saturday night spent at home, with your family, will be some of your favorite times. I probably would've given you the, "Okay" bitchy nod.

I'm still struggling with what to give up for Lent:
Some suggestions from friends have been:
Facebook
Sweets/Desserts
Wine
complaining
dining out
my thoughts: diet coke or Facebook.

I'm thinking maybe it will be Facebook. If our year has been this good, how much better would it be without being a slave to my iphone? What if I focus on Stella&Dot, projects, Scouts, blog, and home obligations? Does this mean, I can't post my blog to Facebook? Can we make the exception for that? I'm thinking we can, as long as I promise to only post blogs. I can do that! easy. (gulp)

Just a Girl.

2012-02-16T14:10:00.000-08:00

Immediately after No Doubt's Just a Girl, I adopted it as my anthem. I still feel like that (mumbled fifteen) years later. How many times did I hear: "It's not YOU we don't trust, it's ALL those CRAZIES out there." The responsible adult in me, now realizes, it was all in my best interest. The girl in me still resents that scared feeling, being petite, and wants to shake my fist, OR jump up and down at a No Doubt concert, like I did a few years ago~ I digress.

I'm pretty much a girly girl. I am without a doubt, an unapologetic, acknowledging, and accepting: high maintenance girl. I own it. I have to. What good would denying do? Why not, openly admit, and move on? It's no secret to my parents, friends, or husband. He's known this for some time now. When Jeremy and I bicker, often I throw out the phrase, "Look, YOU'RE the one that married me.." (as if it's not really my problem, but his.)

In honor of being a girly girl - I have a small celebration to share:

A Good Eyelash day!

No clumps, just long, luscious lashes - hells yah!!!

Never underestimate the power of a good eyelash day! It makes, just about EVERYTHING better! It's almost like a guarantee that you're going to have a GREAT day!
Wait, it gets better: 2 days in a row!!

I mean, I must be living right, or all the planets are aligned, just so.

Confession time: When I was pregnant with BOTH boys, one of my prayers for my babies: (aside from health and happiness): for them to inherit MY eyelashes, and not Jeremy's!!! Seriously - I did, AND (exhale) prayers answered! I'm happy to report, BOTH boys inherited MY lashes, and NOT Jeremy's.

on another note:
One of my Favorite Products to share:
Picking up drycleaning: not one of my favorite tasks. How in the world are you supposed to fit ALL your hangers on one teeny car holder?
I give you:
Car Clothes Carrier (I got it at Container Store) (Of course, the boys pretend it's some kind of magic handle that can make the car stop when pulled.)

I know, that's a lot of clothes from the dry cleaner. Did I mention, I HATE ironing?

okay. That's it for today.

Romeo, Romeo... Wherefore art thou?

2012-02-14T08:12:00.000-08:00

Here's a picture of my two Romeos filling out their Valentines. Liam opted for the entire 1st grade, AND his 4th grade buddies, AND the 4th grade teachers! (Um, over achieve much?!) In honestly, this is a huge celebration! That was a lot of writing for a little boy that doesn't enjoy writing! I was very proud.

Aidan, on the other hand, just opted for his homeroom class. (Wish I would've known that before I bought 3 boxes!) - funny I called them Romeos - neither of them will talk to girls they like - FINE BY ME!!!

It's so hard for me to capture a decent picture of both boys. I OBVIOUSLY NEED a Digital SLR!! Time waits for no man, as Liam waits for no camera!

See what I mean?! The TV is way more entertaining. Look at all those Valentines!

Another Quickie Organizing Project

On another note: Here's a super quickie project - compliments of pinterest! For whatever reasons, this cabinet door REFUSES to stay shut. I've tried velcro, duck tape~ NOPE - ~ Won't stay shut: so, I dressed it up! 4 cork square at Tar-jay ($6.88). I put the other 2 in the opposite cabinet door. Now, when using a new recipe, I have a place to put it, instead of taping it to my microwave door!

THANK YOU PINTEREST!

I can't wait to try that egg casserol with green chilies! Looks delish! After I try it out, I'll be sure to post the recpie, results, and opinions.

close up - see my Thank you Pinterest?!

A Quickie Quillow: eewwww....????

2012-02-13T08:18:00.000-08:00

First of all, I don't like the word Quillow. It goes on the list of words I dislike:

Some other words on the list;

DONGLE, QUILLOW, SPRIVA,SWANK,MIRTH

it goes on, but those are just a few.

So, I call this, a travel pillow/blanket.

Materials Needed:

Fleece (~ 1 3/4yds)

Fabric for the Square (~ 20")

Thread

Sewing Machine

I found this fabulous Marimekko fabric at the Crate & Barrel outlet for $2.95/yard!! SCORE!!

(My fleece was 50% off at Joanns so, I paid $9.00 for the fleece)I laid the fabric out. I then trimmed it so it measured (48'x60')

I measured 19" square, allowing for 1/2" seam allowance. I then sewed the two square pieces together (right sides together, so I would have a finished square on both sides. (When the pillow was folded, as well as in blanket form- 'cause i'm anal like that.) Leave a small opening on one part of the square, so you can turn it right sides out, to pin onto the fleece.

I measured ~ 15" to pin the pocket to the center of the fleece. (Placing the finished square on the topside of the fleece.)

The pocket pinned, next is the sewing machine.

Just a view of the pocket being sewn onto the fleece. (You might need to adjust the dogfeed, as it tends to grab the fleece.)

To fold the finished quillow: Place pocket side down, fold one edge towards the center. Repeat with the other side.

Both sides folded in, ready to fold down the middle. Then turn inside out, placing blanket inside the pocket.

The finished project. It's a rather flat pillow, however the convenience is fantastic. These will make the trip to Nebraska for Spring break for sure! I bought some cool fabric to make the boys one as well.

It's an easy project. The longest part for me is the measuring.. Ugh..
Try it out, let me know how it worked out for you.

What's New Pussycat?

2012-02-12T19:03:00.000-08:00

One of the ornery things Jeremy and I do to each other: we purposefully sing an annoying song out loud, likely to get stuck in your head. Often, one of us will get a phone call, with a conversation starting like, "I hope you're happy, that song has been stuck in my head ALL morning."

A few choice songs: Anything by The Carpenters, What's New Pussycat?, Rick Astley's: Never Gonna Give you Up.. .you get the point..

2 months since my last post? How have you all been getting along, without reading my witty, thought-provoking, random thoughts?

What have you accomplished since the holidays? I've completed a few projects, pinned a few hundred items, stepped out of my baking comfort zone, and started a new venture.

In January, our Church hosted a family party. The boys each invited a friend to spend the night afterwards. The boys finished off 2 large pizzas, a pitcher of lemonade, and a box full of donuts.

Here are a few pics:

morning after

some morning wii

how many donuts does it take?

Late in January, Jeremy and I went to Playa for a few days. It was wonderful. The weather was perfect. We relaxed, read, indulged in some adult libations, sat by the pool AND beach, and pretty much did NUTTIN! It was awesome! We felt refreshed, and were anxious to return home to our boys. (The only downside to Playa in January - cold water. Okay, not cold water like the Navy Seals train in, but not 'Jenn is willing to get into water because 75 degrees is not warm enough for civilized people, such as myself to swim in. ~ I did get my feet wet, and did the obligatory digging my toes in the sand! Few things make me as happy, as when I experience the ocean.

Playa ~ where I belong.

Buttermilk Blueberry Muffins with my own Streusel Topping

okay. yes, it was a muffin mix from a box. I substituted the milk for buttermilk, and OH MY GATO..

So Yummy, So Light & Fluffy!! Try it sometime! I'm in love!

I still have some more topics to post on, but I have to get a Cub Scout Tiger email out to the parents. Let's not make it another 2 months in between blog posts, shall we?

Watching Army/Navy game wrapped up in PSHS t-shirt quilt

2011-12-10T15:10:00.001-08:00

J J B shared an Instagram photo with you

2011-11-28T17:29:00.001-08:00

Hi there,

J J B just shared an Instagram photo with you:

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"Snuggled, cuddled, and sharing s chair. Watching the Grinch without any cares"
(taken at Bailey Cottage)

Thanks,
The Instagram Team