One More Down!

So I got another project done! Aren't you proud of me?! And I've learned my lesson, because there's no way I would just post this without evidence, so here it is:





oops this ones sideways, oh well.

So there you go, headbands for my sister-in-law's wedding (her colors are: periwinkle and chocolate brown). Cute yes?

Washingtopia

I'm tired. *yaaaaaaaaaaaawwwn!*

Seriously, I think I'm dying of sleep deprivation. My son is teething, therefore instead of sleeping he cries every night at 2:30 until 3:30. Its lovely.

I'm so tired right now that I bribed my six year old into trying to change the boy's diaper, they're wrestling with each other right this second.

Guess what though? We're going on vacation! My husband's sister is getting married next weekend, so we're heading home to Washington, to my heart's desire, to the most beautiful place on earth, to...freaking 102 degree weather!!

(side story: my kids are screaming at each other, so I told them all to stop YEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!! And held that for as long as I possibly could. They thought it was hilarious, but now I'm slightly lightheaded.)

Its sort of hard to concentrate at work getting ready to vacation, as I have visions of this dancing through my head:






Yaaaay! I'm so excited; I just may never want to come home!!

Life's Questions

I'm a very inquisitive sort. There are so many questions that go through my head all the time, some of them I'm sure I could figure out, but some of them boggle the mind. Here's some of the questions I think about:

Why are there never any lids to the sippy cups?

What is up with daylight savings?

Why can I have seven pacifiers but when the baby cries, I can't find a single one?!

Why does my husband load up the dishwasher but then never starts it?

Why aren't all the boogers in your nose the same, sometimes they're hard, sometimes there's a lot, why?!

Why is there a cricket in my bathroom?

Why am I so impatient?

Do they make cartoons for kids or adults, because there's some content that I know kids don't get?

Why is blogging so fun? And then sometimes its not?

Why do I love clothes and shoes so much?

Ewww, what did I just step in?

Why won't my kids let me sleep past 8:00 am?

How come the stuff you liked as a kid isn't that great anymore? (especially bologna? patooey!)

How does it make any sense to base your self worth on what other people think, when they're questioning their own self worth?

What is my obsession with having twins?

Why do we care so much what other people think of us, and will sacrifice most anything to impress them?

Why can't we learn if we don't have the money for it, we just shouldn't buy it?

Why do we think only about whats happening right now, instead of the big picture?

Why are men such babies when it comes to pain? But they think they're so tough about everything?

How can your friends straight up lie to your face over something stupid?

Why is it when I'm reading a story about a hero and how they acted so brave, I think "I could be like that!" but then when I'm faced with something instead of being brave, I panic? (In other words, why can't I be the person in my head?)

Why isn't life easier the older you get, instead of harder?

Why in the world were mosquito's ever made?

Why is it so hard to forgive people?

What makes you keep reading this?



Oh, I could go on and on...

PROOF!

Alright already!! Here is your proof that I finished my project!



I did the pink one awhile ago, and I just finished the red. My Oldest is so excited about it, she wants to wear it everyday, but we're saving it to get family pictures done next month! SO EXCITED!

So what do you think?

Next project: hair bows for my sister-in-law's wedding! I can do it!

Guilty Pleasures

Sometimes I go to Victoria's Secret's website and fill up my shopping cart with every single little thing I could ever possibly want.

And then I delete it.




(oh p.s. I DID take a picture of the finished pettiskirt--boy I didn't know you guys wanted actual proof I finished my projects, way to be diligent--but my computers being obnoxious and I don't have the patience to work with it right now. We're not on speaking terms for the moment. So later I promise to post the picture.)

The Power of Motivation...or something like that

Okay guys, just really quick because I am EXHAUSTED, I just wanted to say:

I GOT THE PETTISKIRT DONE!!!

WHOOOOO!

See, I totally knew it work. Blaaaaaaaah, I'm going to bed now.

Creative Juices

Are you guys crafty people?

I like to create things, I like to make stuff. Especially when everything thats cute and "designer" or whatever is so dang expensive, I like to try it out myself and see if I can do it.

Right now on my list of things to "create" (or FINISH creating) are:

~a pettiskirt (thats almost done--I swear!)

~headbands

~hair bows

~a couple aprons

~painting murals at the daycare

~distressing some shelves

~sewing some curtains


Thats a lot of projects guys. And I haven't really been working on them at all. My sewing machine has been sitting on my table for like a month or maybe longer...

So here's my idea, how about every time I post you ask me how my projects are coming along, and then I'll feel really guilty and hopefully get them all done! Yay!

Or I may just blatantly tell you to get off my back!! Sheesh!

Arrgghhh!

Whooey, why does life have to be so hard? (Don't answer that, I know why life has to be hard, but... WHYYYYYY?!?)

We're trying to move.

Like I really want to move. I want to be near my family, I want my kids to know their grandparents, I want to be home.

My husband wants to be a cop.

So he applied for a job back home, flew up there for the testing, passed the tests with pretty good scores, AND...didn't get the job.

Hard.

When we were going through this whole process, I kept telling myself I would be fine either way, I knew it wasn't a sure thing that he would get the job and that was okay, we would deal with however it turned out and blah blah BLAH!

I didn't realize how much I was hoping for this job until we were told no.

And I do want it, I DO. I really do.

So now what?

We have to re-look at all our plans, what the next step is, where we need to go with it now.

I knew it wasn't going to be easy, that rarely good things just fall into your lap, but I was really hoping it would, dang it!

I also know that the Lord will help us figure this out, and maybe we just need to show Him that we really do want this and we're willing to work for it, not just sit back and hope He makes it happen.

So I guess thats what we'll do.

But I'm scared. I'm scared to put myself, my family, everything, out there and take a giant leap of faith. I want security, I want to know it will all be perfect and I don't have to risk anything. Poo.

Well, here's to stupid "life" and here's to making hard decisions...


...and here's to trusting in the Lord.

Where I use Quotation Marks WAY too Much

I'm still really in "Girls' Camp Mode," so I'm having a hard time coming up with blog fodder. And by "Girls' Camp Mode" I mean REALLY TIRED.

Also not helping my situation is that I'm reading the last Harry Potter book and I've got "Potter Brain." And by "Potter Brain" I mean REALLY TIRED.

ALSO not helping my situation is that I'm on my period so I've got "Aunt Flo" going on. And by "Aunt Flo" I mean I'm REALLY TIRED.

Last night I was so ridiculously tired and irritated and annoyed and impatient I was actually scared. I was thinking inside my insanely tired head that I might need to go to the doctor and tell him that I'm crazy, and I'm tired and I'm CrAzY and what was I going to DO?!

I haven't been to a "regular" doctor in a while, I've been to the baby doctor, you know, in the last year or whatever, but I haven't had a "check-up" in well, let's say it should've happened a long time ago...in a land far, far away...(I don't know why I said that, I just felt like it.)

But I think the longer you put something off the harder it is to do. You know, like that pile of crap you have in the corner of your room, its been there so long your eyes just glaze over it (if that), and you never even think about it. So nice!

PLUS, I'm really busy, so I just can't be bothered with that silly stuff... yeah.


What kind of important stuff do you put off?

Lessons Learned

I just got back from a week at Girls' Camp. Yes, I survived, and yes it was fun, and YES it was really hard and sometimes horrible! But I learned a few things while I was there, and here they are:

*teenage girls are CRAZY.


*if you get a bunch of adult women together without their kids, they're crazier than teenage girls.


*giant spiders apparently like the taste of my elbow.


*sometimes grown women are meaner than teenage girls.

*I don't like to be woken up by crazy, giggling, door slamming teenage girls.

*but I don't mind keeping said crazy, giggling, door slamming teenage girls awake myself.

*there are some faces you should never make.






*sometimes teenage girls will pee in a trashcan. I don't know why, I just learned it, doesn't mean I understand it. (don't worry, no picture for that one!)

*never let a teenage girl do your hair.


*people only like you if you're happy and cheerful all the time, the minute you're upset, they drop you like a dead potgut.

*potguts are little rodents like prairie dogs.

*girls from other campsites like to stomp on the baby potguts at your campsite, because they are sick (the girls, not the potguts).

*teenage girls are still sensitive about killing baby potguts and will hold funeral services for the poor squished creature.


*you should bring more than one blanket to sleep with when you're camping up in the mountains.

*you get really emotionally haggard by the end of a week at Girls' Camp.

*you are a bad person for teaching your crazy, giggling, door slamming girls "bad" camp songs that all revolve around death--in a funny way-- (but secretly love it).

*sitting around a campfire singing to a guitar is pretty awesome.


*shockingly enough, grown women will still play favorites.

*if you sit in the sunlight at noon for over an hour you will get sunburned on half your face.

*hammocks rock.


*hiking uphill sucks.

*teenage girls do not know how to pick up their trash, or drink a soda all the way gone or throw that soda can away.

*you won't physically die on 4 hours of sleep every night, I was certainly surprised.

*everyone starts their period at camp.

*fire stinks really bad.


*your kids don't miss you nearly as much as you miss them.

*most women your age want boob jobs. Whodathunkit!?

*your husband will NOT clean your house fantastically before you return.

*I can do a zip line challenge course in 1:30.


*if you leave Mountain Dew out all night, and then stick it in the fridge to get cold, it still won't taste good.

*if you eat a whole bag of marshmallows, you will get canker sores so bad you can hardly eat.

*I LOVE MY YOUNG WOMEN!!!



I really had a great time (for the most part) at Camp, if for anything else than to get to play with my girls and have some fun! They are the most beautiful, wonderful, spiritual, inspiring group of girls you could ever hope for!

Celebrate the Good

I love the fourth of July, I really really do. It's always been an enjoyable holiday, I've never had any sort of bad experience. Only happy, only fun.




So it doesn't surprise me when at some point in the evening everything slowed down, I looked around at the smiling adults and the laughing children. The sun was setting and there was a hazy glow over everyone, it felt very much like a dream. A very beautiful dream.

And I felt so peaceful and content. Like I was in such a good place, with good people, and life was good.


Happy Fourth everyone!

Meeting My Twin: TOTALLY AWESOME!

Shhhhhhh, I'm sneaking this post in because my husband is at the store and he's irritated with me.

He thinks I spend too much time on the computer! Shock of all shocks, I know! I can't imagine why he would think that!

So anyway, I'm hurrying to fit this in before he gets home so if this post is suddenly cut off its because the Man is back, got it?

Anyway, I really wanted to post because last night I got to meet up with my blog twin Shellie!! And I hold to what I said about the blogger luncheon I went to, its just like meeting up with an old friend you've been missing, she was so fun and so awesome and I just love her to death!! I want to hug her and squeeze her and call her George!

I really want to be best friends with her for forever. And totally in a creepy stalkerish way.

Also you should know that Shellie is totally gorgeous, she reminds me of this Victoria's Secret model:

oh crap the Husband's home, here's a link to the picture instead!

Anyway in a nutshell, I had a fabulous time talking past midnight, laughing and being around a seriously amazing person!

Thanks Shell, hopefully we can get together again before you leave! I love you!

Taggedy Tag tag

Well, I was (sort of) given an award by Funky, even though I didn't put her on my list on the last post. She's awesome, thats why she still loves me! So anyway, in this tag I'm supposed to list 7 things about me that my blog friends probably don't know. I think if you don't know them, I probably don't want you to, since I'm pretty open with ya'll, but I will rack my brain just for you!

1. I really love to sing, LOUDLY. When I'm in the car, when we're dancing around the house, when I'm bored, I like to sing. And I would dearly love to take voice lessons, I'm sure everyone else would too.

2. I'm seriously considering trying out for America's Next Top Model. Don't you DARE say anything mean to me!! It's MY DREAM!!!

3. I don't like it when people who have just met me, think they know me. And try to make comments to me about my life or what I say, like they have any idea who I am or what I feel or where I've been. (It's mostly when they're being bossy that it really gets to me, just to clarify.)

4. I'm dramatic. I think thats the best way of putting it, I'm dramatic in the sense of I feel like I'm fifty different people inside me. One day I want to be loud and funny, another day solemn and listening, another five minutes and I'm sad, at any moment I'm bound to change how I feel and act and who I am and what I want. Maybe that means I'm just schizophrenic.

5. I am REALLY excited to go to Girls Camp next week, and also REALLY nervous. I'm excited because Camp will be amazing, I'm nervous because my kids will miss me SO BAD!

6. I talk a big game, but when it comes right down to it I'm going to fold if I think there's a fight coming. I want to say something snide or rude, I think it in my head, I have every justifiable reason to say something, but if there's even an ounce of contention, I just can't do it. Unless its my husband.

7. I want a scooter really bad. With one of those side carriage things.

Alrighty, there's my list! Did you learn anything new about me or was that all old blah blah blah?

I'm not going to tag anyone (I got in trouble last post remember?!), but if you want to do it, feel free!