Do you also pin things and never try them out for yourself?

Yeah, me too. So I decided that once a week, I would pick something from my boards and try it out for myself.

Here’s what I picked as my first experiment:

It’s a fruit dip consisting of just two ingredients: Nutella and greek yogurt. I just happened to have both on hand and some strawberries.

The verdict? It was really tasty! I give it two thumbs up!

Let me know if you’ve tried something you found on Pinterest too.

Yeah, like that’s going to happen.

I’ve been sick for three days now. It’s a bad head cold, I’m sure. I ran a little fever, I’m all stopped up, my throat is scratchy, and I have no energy. If you think I have something worse, please don’t tell me.

Nothing instills anxiety in my husband more than when I’m sick. And this makes him grumpy.

I hate being sick. I turn into a weepy, whiny, pile of helplessness. My feelings get hurt easily, and I just want to sleep non-stop. On top of all that, I just want to be taken care of instead of having to take care of someone else. Is that too much to ask?

At least I have my friends. They encourage me to rest. And ask me if I need anything. And send me prayers.

They are wonderful!

Don’t get me wrong. James is too. To his credit, he did do dishes, grocery shopping, and laundry. He’s had to take Jumpshot to his basketball games – three this week! He did carpool duty the last two days too. I just wish he wasn’t so grumpy about it.

I guess beggars can’t be choosers.

I’ll try my hardest not to get sick again. I promise!

Photo courtesy of Microsoft Office Images

At Thanksgiving I took a lovely portrait of my oldest brother and his family. I FINALLY got around to creating a layout to go with it. My plan was to frame it and give it to him as a present.

Saturday, I planned a trip to the scrapbook store and Wack Mart with the kids. (I don’t know what got in to me! WM is my least favorite place.) I also took the layout with us in case I found the frame at WM. (Again I don’t know what I was thinking. I had high hopes of being productive.)

We got down at the scrapbook store. (That’s the way I say we got out of the car. Go ahead, make fun. My husband does.)

I left the layout facedown on Jumpshot’s seat. I made a mental note to tell him about when we got back to the car before he opened the door.

When we got back to the car, I put my purchase in the truck and yelled to him not to sit on my layout. See? I remembered to tell him. I thought all was well.

I got in my seat and turned to him to see where he placed the layout.

He didn’t have it.

Agh! You sat on it?!

That’s when I noticed he was wearing his headphones. He lifted his leg. Yep, there it was, crunched. Sigh!

Well, here it is, pre-crunch.

Well it was the thought, right?

The very next morning, something was amiss, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. She looked guilty, but I shrugged it off in the hurriedness to get ready for work and school.

When we got to school, Diva and I got out the car at the same time.

That’s when I noticed it.

She had bangs.

She did not have bangs the night before. The same night she wanted to be more mature, mind you.

She woke up in the middle of the night to find that she fell asleep with her glitter putty and it was stuck in her hair.

And since she had a manicure set, which I bought little Miss Mature that very same day, she thought the scissors would be a good way to go.

She tried very hard to hide the fact that she cut her bangs and the hair above her ear.

Then she cried for two days embarrassed about what she had done.

I guess that is maturing for you. Learning from your mistakes.

Mostly because I don’t like the way I look in pictures. I think most people feel that way.

Well guess who like pictures of you?

Your children!

Children love looking at pictures of themselves and their family. You are one of your child’s favorite people, maybe even favorite.

This topic is a little close to my heart. Pictures are priceless. I lost my mother over eight years ago, and I like looking at pictures of her. That’s why I get in front of the camera every once in a while. Even though I’d prefer to stay behind it.

I may not like looking at my picture, but I love looking at me with them.