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!

Click On It

I'm in a sharing kind of mood today. Giving I am, giving.

So in my compassion I'm sharing with you some of my very favoritist blogs! WHOOO PARTAY!!!

I'll get right to it then:

I can't help it, I think this blog is hilarious--I mean absolutely roll on the floor hysterical! It's called Smoke and Dream, and I apologize for the swearing, but there I warned you right then, so if you don't like swearing then don't click, but its HILARIOUS!

Another blog I really enjoy every time she posts is Regarding Annie. I don't know how she does it, but she's deep and funny and engaging and awesome all at the same time! (Kind of reminds me of someone...ME...haha Yeah right.)

Gauranteed laugh for me is The Comics Curmudgeon, I FREAKING LOVE his site!! But I've read the comics since I can't tell you when, so if you're not familiar with the Sunday funnies, this site probably isn't that funny to you. Otherwise, LAUGH AWAY! Oh the wittiness...

Nurturing Narcissism is the first blog I ventured to outside of my friends and family, my sister-in-law is a friend of hers and I clicked on it because I thought she had an interesting name. What I found was an insanely clever, beautiful "girlie-woman" (as she says) and I'm totally infatuated with her! I so want to be her friend, she is so dang cool!

And this list would never be complete without Seriously Shellie, who is not only my blog twin, but we get to hopefully meet eachother in the next week or four!!! I am SO EXCITED because I just know we'll be besties forever! Shellie without fail makes me laugh, unless she posts about cancer, and then I bawl like a baby, she is so amazing and I love her guts!

Okay people go at it with the clicking! Oh, and tell me what you're favorite blogs are, ya know, besides MINE! tee hee :)

(post edit: I limited this list to five blogs, because look at my sidebar over there, I obviously love a LOT of blogs! So don't feel bad if I didn't mention you, I will next time! PROMISE!)

TP-ing

Every once in awhile I go sit down, I look around, and I wonder:

"Where'd all the toilet paper go?!"

I swear my kids must just stick the end in the water and flush it all down because we go through TP like you wouldn't believe!

It wouldn't be as bad if we stored the toilet paper in a place you could reach while sitting on the toilet but we don't. And lets face it, I'm rushing in there at the last second and don't spot the toilet paper until its too late, if ya know what I'm sayin.

I guess the smart thing to do would be to move the toilet paper. Or make my kids go outside. Or make a one square rule for them. Whatever.

What do your kids do that drive you crazy?

Meat Transformation

Yesterday I saw Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.



Can I say:



AAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!

>insert amazing picture of Shia and me running away from Decepticons (that I would do myself, except blogger SUCKS and won't let me post pictures!!!)<

I love the Transformer movies, mostly for the fact that Shia's in them, and as we all know, I love Shia.

But seriously, the graphics, Shia, its Transformers!, and Shia... swooooon

Anyway, I had a lot of fun until we went to Tucanos for dinner.

Have you ever been to a Brazilian restaurant? The kind where they bring you lots of meat on spits and you eat lots of meat and meat and meat!!

Have you?

Well, let me tell you, there's a lot of meat eating there.

And let me introduce you to the "MEAT SWEATS". The meat sweats occur when you've eaten too much meat. Its like you've eaten so much meat, its trying to escape through your pores.

And yet, we do it a couple times a year. My husband looks forward to the four or five times a year where he knows he will eat so much he gets sick. WHY DO WE DO THIS TO OURSELVES?!

I'm not sure, but man I want some meat now. And Shia.