-A mostly true journey of a girl, her man and their three kids; all trying to live harmoniously in a house somewhere in Utah. Names and exact locations may be changed in order to protect the grouchy.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Cover it up and call it a day.


I talked my husband into helping me lay floor in our living room / library. Yep, that would be the guy who uses computers for a living. Along with his non-spatial wife. And three kids. I'm going to go ahead and wish for a few things-

1. I hope we bought the right tools.

2. I hope the floor looks straight.

3. I hope we solve our squeaky floor problem.

4. I hope we're still married when we finish the project.

5. I hope we're all alive and accounted for when it's over :)

Wish us luck!

Happy weekend everyone :)

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Bend it like a pretzel, but break it in half :)

A big fat soft pretzel with salt and butter..... and dip it in some cheese while you're at it. With a Coke please. Not Diet Coke. Ick. Nothing diet. If you're going to do something, give it 100 percent, I say :)

Today's post is yet another admission-

I love food.

Now when I say I love food, I mean I love, love, LOVE food. Meat and potatoes, chips and sweets. The kind of food that is either cheesy, creamy or dipped in chocolate. Maybe sometimes all three :) No, I'm not pregnant (thank you, beautiful and kind God). It's just that lately I've heard lots of girls talking about diets and giving up certain food groups altogether. I have a teenager who looks in the mirror and seems to be more critical everyday of her appearance. (No need, she's gorgeous). But this makes me sad. (and panicky!)

As delicious food goes though,  I'm absolutely a believer that you should eat whatever you want- in moderation. It's the moderation part that's hard :)

On the other hand, I'm also a believer that we as a people need to get up and move. A lot. Adults are working crazy hours. Schools are eliminating recess. Kids are tied to electronic devices. I actually need to give a huge shout out to my mom who kicked us out of the house everyday and told us to "do something constructive". We never argued. Who wouldn't want to play outside until the house lights came on or until we were called home for dinner?

For me, it all fell apart starting in college. Remember the "freshman 15?" Well, mine was more like 20. Or twenty five. I could not wait to eat and then eat some more. I yo-yoed on every possible diet for the next 10 years. I dieted and starved myself and became hateful towards my body and eventually myself as a whole. I'm sure I ate everything then too. I just wasn't paying attention to how much of it I was eating. Instead of enjoying the food, I was using it to replace every emotion I could think of. It became my friend. The kind of friend that you don't tell anyone about, the one you sneak around with because they're nothing but trouble.

About 5 years ago, I was at a gym with my girlfriend who actually gasped when she saw how much I weighed. Granted, I'd just given birth- but it was the end of the line for me. I was humiliated and hormonal; emotional and unhealthy. I quit the gym. It had become to me a place where tanned, plastic size two people came to taunt me.  I realize now they were normal people, (most of them) who were trying to stay healthy. But at the time, I thought I was a complete failure. Who needs to pay 100 dollars a month to feel like that?

Before I quit, I took a few classes that introduced Yoga. The rooms were full of beautiful-looking people with the latest outfits and matching hair who could bend in ways that would make my husband rethink our marriage. I hated every minute of being there. But I LOVED the way I felt after each class. And so I was hooked.

I bought everyYoga DVD, book and item that could bring me that feeling of contentment. I learned how to stretch and meditate, how to move and feel every muscle in my body. Most importantly, I learned how to breathe. I discovered more about my self every time I practiced. (There's not much more you can do in some of those poses than to reflect on yourself.) I was dealing with some chronic health issues after my last pregnancy and found that the stretching and breathing helped immensely. For me Yoga, and let's be honest, a little bit lot of therapy worked. The weight came off. Baggage inside and out. I've come to realize that it doesn't matter what size I am- only that I feel happy and healthy. I don't  pretend to know what works for anyone else. Some people are happy vegetarians. Some people can run for miles. Some ride bikes or ski. Others can body build and kick box and cardio their little hearts out. But for me, yoga has helped me become aware. Aware of what and how I feel, of what I'm doing wrong in the world and also what I'm doing right. So yeah. I LOVE food. I LOVE yoga. And guess what?  I LOVE me :)

Ice Cream, anyone?

Happy Monday friends :)

Below are some pics of one of our room renovations. We are more than fortunate to have extra rooms in the house. This was the last family's office. It is now our home gym. The husband calls it my Yoga room. 100 dollars a month at an outside gym adds up- We've actually saved a lot by having it :)

By the way, that husband who NEVER once said a negative thing to me about my ever-changing appearance? He installed that awesome TV all by his lonesome. He is absolutely better than anything I could ask for in this house; or in this world, for that matter :)








Saturday, April 17, 2010

It's in the bag....

Okay dear readers. The store is FINALLY open. I set up a few bags today.  I know. I know. I'm a procrastinator. If you're looking for the store, you can click on the link to your right called "my artfire store". Feel free to take a look and tell me what you think.

No pressure.

At all.

It's easy.

Just go look.

If you want to...

Go ahead.

Now.

The end.

Happy Weekend friends :)

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Five things...

Five things that made me happy today. Why five? Well....

1. I finished FIVE bags this afternoon. It has taken me forever to put the final touches on these, and I'm very excited to show them to you. I'll post them soon. (tonight or tomorrow)

2. My FIVE year old wrote his numbers 0-65 all by himself!

3. I sold FIVE bags this week. Woo Hoot!

4. I bought a FIVE pound bag of  huge lemons from Costco. We have been living on super-sour lemonades, strawberry lemonades, ginger-lemonades, and for dessert for the grown folks? Electric lemonades. I love finally having summer fruit.... Stores with fresh strawberries, blueberries and pineapple at affordable prices? I'm in heaven.

5. Number FIVE on my list of things that made me happy today? Well it has nothing to do with the number five. It really should have been number one. You see, I bought some new clothes for the teenager. Without her. I know. What was I thinking? But guess what? She liked them! What? You read that right, friends. She REALLY liked them! I mean "tried-them-on-and-twirled-around" liked them! Be prepared for the next part of this story, lest you fall off your chairs.  Because then.....(I'm shaking here)....she said, "Thank you, mom!" and hugged me. Holy Hannah!  I don't quite know what I did to deserve the final shocking occurrence. I've heard it is a rare sight that happens once in a blue moon...but God as my witness, it happened......The teenager. She took those new clothes and..... Hung. Them. Up.  I can die now.

Happy Thursday friends :)

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Okay. So I think I know Victoria's Secret......

While browsing in another resale shop, I found some really cute vintage patterns. Not 1912 vintage; more like late '60's- early 70's vintage. They caught my eye when I spotted some gorgeous sketches of women with "smart" hair. These ladies were sporting very cute dresses and blouses and I was reminded how fashions, like so many things, come back around with time. ( Please, I beg you future designers.... for all that is good- keep the leg-warmers and neon socks neatly in the 80's where they belong.) Anyway...I had to pick out a few. There was a blank space on my craft room wall and I had a plan. (and they were only 25 cents each! Come on now, who could pass that up?)




I loved the packaging so much, I decided to choose four of my favorites-


I bought four frames at the dollar store and painted them "ballet slipper pink" (hey, that's what the can called it) from Krylon. I centered the patterns into each and then backed them with aqua cardstock.
Yeah, they're a little girly......so what? :)



And then... I hung them on the glaring blank space in the room. Okay, no I didn't. The husband did. But it's only because he knows how to center and level and NOT knock out drywall and all that fancy stuff. Before you start tsk-tsk-ing me, I DO know how to do those things, but I really have a problem spacing things evenly; especially when the hooks to the frames are not properly spaced. (Dollar store, remember?) So here they are- all cute and even like little OCD soldiers.-


See?  Not a square foot of available space left." That is a quote from the man with the level. In case you missed it, THIS was my all time favorite pattern. I had to hang it but kept the directions for future use. I guess if you ever have too many shellybean bags, (is that possible?) I could always whip you up a pair of panties underpants lingerie bottoms underwear. Man I love to wear them, but hate any word that describes them. (#62 on my crazy list). The only question is your preference. Satin? Cotton? Nylon?  Boy shorts? Cheekys? Bikinis? Grandma-loving-hip hugging-under- the-bra drawers?


That leads us to the title of this post. What,  you ask IS Victoria's secret? Well, after reading the pattern, I'm guessing that.....other than the the sexy models......besides the tiniest bit of fabric and lace.... Get ready for it girls.......because the answer has to be.......a ginormous, never- ending, buy-more-than-one package, boatload amount of.......................ELASTIC! Ugh.

Happy Thursday, friends :)

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