-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.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

I think I'm on the naughty list...

It's been a rough couple of days.  I kept tripping on the advent calendar the youngest made for me at school. He brought it home in all its glory; a beautiful yellow bell with a chain of 25 red and green loops he pressed together with his little hands. It's the exact same one I made with my Kindergarten students every year. I always wondered if those things made it home in 1-26 pieces..

The youngest watched proudly as I hung it on the door in the kitchen. You know, the door I open and close 500 times a day. Hour after hour,  I carefully try not to step on a strip or a loop. I'm also cautious not to slip and fall when landing on all the past strips that have been cut ceremoniously. By the looks of it, I'm assuming that actually picking up the scraps and throwing them away must take a little magic out of the countdown to Christmas. Eh.

Like I said, it was a bad day. I looked at the mess on the floor under the door and watched as tomorrow's loop barely swayed across the kitchen floor..I exhaled. I walked over to the paper advent thingy hanging on the door, and.............. well..................... let's just say it now has one less paper loop on it. THere. I said it.

I was grouchy and wanted to cut someone something.

It was a red one. Hanging there and swaying back and forth, back and forth. I think it was trying to make me feel bad for yelling at the kids about their dirty bedrooms, or for not getting any Christmas shopping done today. I think it even might have called me lazy...

I showed it. It and its construction paper ring that is still lying flat on the floor.

Ugh. I didn't feel better and the green ring who was next in line was getting nervous....so I walked away..I hope that Christmas still comes this year, even though I now have inadvertently hastened it by one day cutting that loop and all...

How many days 'til the decorations come down, friends?

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Quote from the eldest...

"You know, I'm turning eighteen at the end of the month. Do you realize what's more exciting than being able to vote? Wait for it.  I will then be able to legally order BLO-Pens off of the T.V. at three a.m."

She has dreams, man.

Cheers to the future :)

Sunday, November 13, 2011

It takes a village, people.

I can't breathe. I haven't been able to for a few days now. Every time I try to, I feel as though someone is standing on my chest. It's anxiety. It's depression... and I know exactly what has set it off this time.

I have been, like so much of the country mortified by this Penn State/ Sandusky story. Watching the interviews, seeing college students march in the name of a school, I find myself trying to grasp all of it. Students are upset that an assistant coach doesn't get to be on the field and do his job this weekend. The school board has promised the ousted president a beautiful severance package. Disciples of the beloved head coach are holding vigil outside his door. All of the people who failed so many young men are getting a slap on their wrists with a simultaneous pat on their backs and it makes me sick.

For too many reasons, I mourn for these boys. I can't imagine having someone actually witness a grown man molest a child in a shower and not go straight to the police. Scratch that. I can't imagine someone witnessing such a travesty and not physically intervene...A small cough, a punch to a locker, a physical kicking this man in the balls...Any of it. Any bit of it to say to that little boy, "What is happening to you is WRONG. It is evil and it is against the law." More important, that young boy could have been looked straight in the eyes and told that none of any of this abuse was his fault. Those words and actions could have stopped a crime. Those words could have let Sandusky, the offending adult, know that he is a criminal. Said man could have become embarrassed and perhaps been forced to seek some help. The young boy could have for just a minute understood that not all adults are bad. That some people are trustworthy. At that very moment a young boy's self image could have been restored.  Because this did not happen, because grown adults thought more of the legacy of a football program,  countless boys had to endure similar acts. Young boys had to put on their clothes, thinking to themselves that they were the ones who were bad. The offending adults? No way. They were instead celebrated every freaking Saturday afternoon. They were carried on the shoulders of football players. Their names were being screamed like rock stars, over and over again.

The tragic thing is that this kind of hell is going on every single day somewhere in America. Perhaps in your town, or school or neighborhood. It could be a coach. A parent. An uncle, a church leader or a neighbor. Adult men and women. Innocent children are not just falling through the cracks here. They are being pushed through the cracks by these offenders. They are being stomped on by these bullys who think they are owed some sick sense of satisfaction at the cost of the innocence of a child. Finally, they are being left on the ground by all of us that choose to look the other way.

I want to ask every offender, "What kind of power is felt by stealing a soul from a child? What kind of sexual act is worth breaking a human spirit?"

Can we save everyone? Unfortunately not. But we can talk to our children. We can look out for how adults are interacting with them and other children. For the love of God, if we know something or if we see something, we must say something. If nothing comes of our actions, we must say something again. If we pretend like what we see or hear "didn't happen", we are just as guilty as the pass-the-buck-men of Penn State.

If we choose to look the other way for fear of losing some "respect" or "seniority", we are choosing to BE those weak men at Penn State, and well by that, we might as well hand Sandusky a bar of soap ourselves and join in.

We have to be the change, friends.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The more things change...

I moved (with the man's help) my living room furniture around today. We dusted and swept everything. We rotated the rug, moved and reconnected the entertainment center and reconfigured the placement of the chairs and sofas. At least five different ways. Maybe six. Okay, eight, tops.

 I tried to explain to the man where I thought everything should go. I knew what I wanted in my mind, but the space wouldn't cooperate. Now, the man knew my arrangement plan wasn't going to work. Apparently, it was "mathematically impossible." Yes, I believe air quotes were used. He tried using his outstretched arms and then a measuring tape to explain exactly why it wasn't going to work. He's a spatial magician, remember?

He's also an abnormally patient man. He wasn't looking for an I-told-you-so moment. He was simply hoping his wife would make up her insane mind so he could sit down in time to watch his football game.

After forever and a minute of insisting we try one more arrangement, I finally hung my head in defeat. Without saying a word, we put it all back. Exactly where it was hours before. Ugh.

On the bright side, (Really? A bright side? Now I'm just reaching, folks...) the benefits of this experience are two-fold.  First, my living room is now properly dusted. Yes, yes it is. Second? The man can't file for divorce on a Sunday.

Pledge and Swiffers- one point. Any sense of accomplishment and three hours of my (and the man's) life- zero.

Cheers to a productive workweek, friends.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Morning of shame...

At breakfast:

"Hey Mom. Have you been eating my candy bars from Halloween?"  asks the youngest, sitting up to the table.

"Hmm? Why?" I ask in a muffled voice. I'm facing the coffee pot, trying not to let chocolate crunch bars fall out of my mouth..

"Because when I was getting my shoe, I saw a bunch of chocolate wrappers by your bed."

Thinking as quickly as I could, I turn and ask, "Why would your shoes be in MY bedroom?"

"Just answer the question, mom." teases the middle child.

"Aren't you late for the bus?" I lovingly remind him.

"Mom! Are you eating candy in your room? You said we had to leave it downstairs! You said we could only have two pieces each day! Halloween just happened! There are wrappers all over!" says the youngest, trying to stay on topic for the first time in his life..

"Yeah, what are you doing with all of those wrappers, mom?" asks the middle child, now close enough to the door to live another day.

Like a speed of light, the oldest flies in the kitchen, grabs an apple and her keys and shoots down the hall. Closing the door behind her, she yells, "Of course she ate your chocolate. What do you think she's doing with all of those wrappers? Knitting you a sweater?....Bye, Mom!!"

Good Times.

Follow the rules today, friends. If you can't, at LEAST hide the evidence.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Hello, Kitty!

Well, it's time folks. Time to pick the winner of that cute little bag....

I need to thank everyone who entered the contest and spread the shellybean love this week. I was touched to read your comments on the blog and see all the sharing of my page on Facebook.  I feel so blessed to know each one of you.

Okay. I'll be right back....

Because playing Mario Kart means more to the youngest than drawing a name out of a jar, (how can that be?) I'll be the "picker". Do I have to do everything?

Ha! Actually no, I don't.  The man is playing photographer this evening since the eldest would rather be out with friends. What's happening to my free help? Eh.

Here we go......


Big Daddy Dave! You are the winner of the Hello Kitty bag!!! Woo Hoo!! I hope you put all of your favorite things inside it. Congratulations!!

Once again, thanks so much to all of you. Your support means everything :)
Have a wonderful weekend, friends :)

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

a little of this, a little of that and a GIVE-AWAY!

Hello friends!




I have been overwhelmed by the kindness of friends (both old and new) who have had so many sweet things to say about the new shellybean bags. To say that making the bags has been therapeutic for me would be a huge understatement.

I've  loved every minute of the process: from drawing up the plans with my mathematically spatial husband, to drooling over newly delivered fabric,  to sewing each piece together,  to packing each bag up and sending them off, wrapped in cute paper and sugary treats..to finally hearing from the recipient. (They are usually happy!!)

I take all of it with a grain of salt, knowing that it will never make me monetarily rich. Instead, I am creatively fulfilled. I've reconnected with and gained new friends. I've smiled knowing that the small acts of having contests or donating bags can make others happy. I am at peace and am forever grateful for the opportunities afforded me.  I'm genuinely excited to imagine what's ahead.

My personal lesson throughout the journey of the past few years? I've learned that being kind to each other never gets old. Let's face it. There are some unhappy people out there. There are some mean people out there. All of us have been there. I have been there. I have been unhappy. I have been unkind. One of the greatest lessons I have learned is that the former does not give permission for the latter. Someone always has it worse off than us even on our worst days. Some of the bravest people I know have faced loss or unfair, cruel pasts; yet these very people are amazing in finding some positive ways to grow.

I've come to see that finding some positivity in each day, laughing with others, smiling and using kind words to hold up each other can only do good. It's not being naive. It's not spreading fake, sugary rainbows all over the world with your eyes closed. It's the very opposite of being blind to the world. It's putting others before yourself. It's saying an extra nice thing to one person so they may do the same to someone else. Why would anyone be cruel when we're all fighting the same fight? It's what your mother probably told you or what your teacher tried to teach on your very first day of school. If we can't find good in ourselves some days, it should be our job to find it in another person and let them know. It's been such a long road for many of us. I for one am looking forward to what tomorrow brings. I have everyone who is in my world today to thank for that.

Ahem.

Now, enough of the sap. Let's get onto the giveaway. Once again, it will be a drawing. The drawing will close on Friday at eight p.m. mountain time.

This bag is a kimmi-bean bag made of polyester quilting and Hello Kitty Fabric. I usually work to get copyright permission to sell registered merchandise, but I'm not selling it. I'm giving it away! She is 13"wide X 9" tall and 4 inches deep. the kimmi-bean has 4 pockets- 1 in the front, two inside and a zippered pocket on the back. The purse is secured with a metal snap and has 4 very cute purse feet to hold her up. Give her a happy home, won't you ?




How to enter....Hmm.

1. Leave a comment telling the "high and low" of your day. What was the best and worst part of your day today?

2. If you're new to this blog, please, please still enter the contest.

3. As usual, if this isn't the bag for you or you can't think of someone to give it to, DON'T ENTER! If you were brought to the blog from the advice of a friend, be sure to leave their name in your comment. You will both be entered in the drawing. Bring as many friends as you like. You can be entered as many times as your name is mentioned.

4. Don't forget, if you're entering as an "anonymous" person, please leave your name or e-mail.

5. If you'd like, stick around the blog a little. You can follow it by clicking under "friends inside my computer". If you decide to follow the blog, your name will also go in the drawing. Hey, I have to find my readers somehow... :)

Any Questions? Ask away in the comment section here or on our FB page. You can "like" the page to keep up on new products, sales or give-aways. FB is a little funny about contests, so I always hold them here on the blog.

I'll leave the first comment as an example.
Good Luck friends!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Sweet Saturday

"School, writing, and paying the bills is good, but enjoying the interaction with that little family you and your husband made is something that is very very special. You all are good people." 

I was gifted this bit of advice from a friend I have reconnected with recently. I received a genuinely kind note from them after the death of my grandmother in June and we have been talking back and forth ever since.

I had been busy running around, worried about lots of different things lately: errands, work, my husband's work, my shop, some friends, my children's school....a whirlwind of everything, when I got that message in my inbox.

Have you heard the statement, "God is always on time."? Well he is. A friend I haven't seen since 1988 found the words I needed to read. Words I needed to live. My family is my most cherished possession, yet I was beginning to take it all for granted..

I felt like I hadn't had the permission to put the people that live in this house first. Like other things should matter more. How could that be? And then I realized... it was me who was not allowing the priorities. I'm going to work really hard at righting that wrong...anyway, I wanted to acknowledge that "aha" moment and thank B., my very wise, brand-new, old friend.

First up? Being present with my middle child, who helped me in the kitchen making our Fantasy Fudge". The rest of the family? They did their part: making it disappear...together. :)

Enjoy your weekend, friends :)

Fantasy Fudge- As always, vary as you like :)

Ingredients:

2 bags of peanut butter chips (or butterscotch, Carmel, or vanilla chips)
2 small cans of sweetened condensed milk (not evaporated!)
1 bag of chocolate chips (bittersweet or milk)
1/2 cup of crushed peanuts (or Heath bar bits, marshmallows or pretzels), 1/4 extra for topping

any size pan (glass or metal.) smaller pan for thicker fudge, cake size pan for @1 inch thick fudge
tin foil to line pan
glass measuring cups or bowls to microwave chips in
rolling pin and baggie to smash filling in or just buy crushed peanuts.
Mixing spoons, large knife for cutting
microwave
fridge

 
line baking pan with foil...



#1. Melt two bags of peanut butter chips in the microwave. Use 30 second intervals, stopping to stir each time. It usually takes me three intervals.




#2 Slowly stir in 2 cans of condensed milk



#3 Crush peanuts or other fillings and slowly incorporate those into the batter. You have to work somewhat quickly as the mixture can start to harden.



#4 Pour mixture into a foil-lined pan. Put the pan into a refrigerator for about 45 minutes.



#5. Melt 1 to 1 and a half cups of chocolate chips in the microwave. Intervals of thirty seconds.


#6. Spread onto top of refrigerated mixture.



#7. Use your favorite toppings while the chocolate is still melted. We like peanuts or crushed pretzels for a salty-sweet treat. Return to fridge for another 30 minutes....You can wait, I know you can!!



#8. Remove from the fridge, cut into manageable squares. The fudge is really rich. Put onto parchment paper to solidify a bit. I use cupcake cups. 



Enjoy! They last about 2 days out...As with everything sweet at our house, I have no research beyond that time frame :)






Friday, October 21, 2011

New Bags in the shop..Go! Go! Go!

Hey friends!

I've finished the latest sweet batch of bags. They are in the Artfire shop and range from 25-30 dollars. If you live in delivering range, please contact me before buying anything to save yourself the shipping fees. As always, thanks for your business and never-ending support. Even if you're not purchasing, drop me a comment telling me your thoughts; either here or on Facebook :)

I'm off to make something else that's sweet...and a little more caloric!! More on that tomorrow..

Have a beautiful Friday night, friends :)

#1- Apples and Denim

#2 grey suiting and swirls

#3- green/rust mushrooms

#4- rose and burgundy (faux leather)

#5 Hot pink and green (canvas and quilted polyester)

#6 Blue plaid and canvas

#7 brown plaid and canvas

#8 light green/blue cotton and canvas

#9 light aqua and tan canvas

#10 cream and black cotton, black canvas

#11 Black skulls, black and tan canvas

*photos courtesy of the eldest child, who would rather be identified as "Goddess"...Hmm. 




Sunday, October 9, 2011

Plea of the day...

"Please take this medicine..
It doesn't taste that bad...
Look, it's only this little cup.
If you take this ONE dose, you can drink this glass of soda right after.
I will give you this six pound bag of gummy bears.
And a Hershey bar." -Quote from the man trying to get yours truly to drink the Nyquil.

Is there anything a 6 pound bag of gummy bears can't cure? (besides diabetes)..

Ugh.

Happy Healthy Sunday, friends.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Keepin' it real...

"Mom, why does C. (the middle child) want a razor?" the youngest asks.

"Because he's getting older.. and that's what guys do. See that dark hair on his upper lip?" I try to explain..

"Hmm." he nods.. "But why does he use a razor?"

"Well, you know how daddy gets whiskers? He uses a razor to shave them off."  I say.

"I know that. But dad has light brown hair.." he tells me, still looking confused.

"So?" I ask, not quite understanding what HE's not understanding..

"Well,  C. has dark hair like you do. I think he should use that shiny, warm stuff on his lip like you ..."

Oh Dear Big Man Up Above...

Waxing. He's talking about waxing...

Yes, he's seen me wax before, but I never really thought he understood why, or more importantly HOW he felt the need to remember that bit of information...

I believe this is the beginning of a new book. I obviously have both a ton of content AND a title.

"Things Young Men Should Never Say To Women. About Women. Out loud. Ever." written by a humbled, smooth-upper lipped, forty-something mother.

Cheers to honesty, friends :)

Monday, September 19, 2011

Monday Makeover II

So, my mother-in-law let me take home this table a few years ago. (No, the woman NEVER stops giving..) She even had a new top made for it because she rocks like that. I have to be honest and say that I have loved it ever since I saw it in its original state. I thought the old paint gave it character.. I had it in my living room for a long time. But one day, I noticed the paint was literally falling off onto the floor. When I picked up the pieces of paint, they would turn into powder. All I could think of was "LEAD PAINT!", and perhaps the realization that the man's mother might have an alternative motive with all this gift-giving...



-and HERE is a picture of an organizer the man bought for my birthday last year. A hint maybe to, you know, be more organized? You have been following the blog and saw the before shot of the closet yesterday, right? Even though there was important "stuff"stuffed in those cubicles, there was no order to it at all. I really do love this little piece of furniture, but still haven't used it properly.


And then that man went and helped me make a teeny tiny, fantastic office...He actually helped make the stripes, remember? 


Now I know this is going to be shocking to all of you, but I decided to paint the table and organizer. Yes. More paint. Even all those little annoying cubicle-thingies.. (what in the world was I thinking?)

I used the last of the aqua paint from the room and mixed it with another quart of creamy-white paint. When it was finished, the man helped spray the whole thing with a lacquer spray paint. I know you can't see it from the pictures, but it has a soft shine to it. Perfect for a very girly office. Will it stay organized? Your guess is as good as mine.. (if your guess is "No!")

Here is the finished product..


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I'm not sure if I'll regret painting that old red table.  For now though, it's exactly what I want.

Have an organized week for me, friends :)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

A day in the life of being married to me...

Setting: The craft room. It's the weekend before my birthday. I have disassembled one of two closets and junk is strewn everywhere...The man, trying not to look worried, peeks in.

The man: Wow. What's going on in here? (He's asking in that, "I'm being nice, I don't really want to know." kind of voice.)

Me: Hey, Mr. Man. I think I'd like to paint this weekend and I need your help.....

The man: Really? What in this house is left to paint?

Me: Very funny. I'd like to paint the closet with some leftover paint, and I need your help with..

The man: But..It... is a CLOSET. (He says this to me as if I'd look at him, realize that it IS indeed a closet and change my mind..) Why do you want to paint it?

Me: Because it's a complete disaster, and I'd like to make it an office.

The man: An office....Inside your craft room... 

Me: Yes. That's what I said...and I'd like to paint stripes in there..

The man: (looking into the shell-of-a-closet, he shakes his head because apparently, this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever thought of.) I still don't understand why, you know, with it being a closet and all...

Me: You know what? Never mind. I was going to use the "It's my birthday; could you please help me?" excuse...but I'm not asking you anything. I don't need your help..I don't want your help. Please. Just go.

Looking a little (okay, very) relieved, the man starts to walk away. He's slowly walking up the stairs...I start to follow him.

Me: Guess what? I am perfectly capable. I can do this myself!  I can!... But....

He looks back at me as if I fell over and cracked my head open at that very moment, he might pause a minute or two before calling 911.

Me: If one were to "hypothetically" paint a room...and say, if the wall is 38 inches, and the other is 44 inches, how might one measure the tape out for even stripes?

Oh. He ALMOST got away. So close...I can literally see his jaw start to tighten.

He again starts shaking his head at me because he knows I will make a spatial mess of things if I take charge of that blue painters' tape, and if THAT happens, I may need to REPAINT...and if I buy NEW paint, I might as well repaint the whole room.... So with that "If You Give a Moose a Muffin" realization, he asks softly, "Do you have a ruler?"

Me: (Taking advantage of the short window of opportunity) Yes. Yes! But.. do we really need one?

The man: (hoping his next wife will love stark white walls) Yes, Michele. Yes "we" do.

Thank goodness for beautiful leftover paint in the garage. Thank goodness for the sparkles I bought at Lowe's to put into the paint. Thank goodness for the man who helped his FIRST wife measure out stripes for a tiny closet no one will ever see.....except for me.

And you. 

And the man who knows his paint-addicted wife is as close to giddy as anyone can be over a 12 square foot sparkly closet office. 



This is the closet in the craft room. It was supposed to stay like this...


But it eventually turned into this...


Go ahead. Shake your head. It's a mess...Tsk. Tsk.


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Post closet, Pre-office



Measured stripes.....


Gold and pink paint..


With sparkles? Yes.. They really work!


Look at that tape! It's the cutest little room and it is junk-free. 

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Because I was so embarrassingly excited about the even stripes AND sparkle-paint, the man found the perfect gift for my birthday. 

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I think I'm in love..

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Now, what to do about that carpet?

Me: Honey???

Crickets.

Happy Weekend, friends :)






Monday, September 12, 2011

41: In their words...

My children try to one-up themselves every time the man and I have a birthday. They work all night to come up with the most creative, sarcastic, full-of-love sentiments two children could ever produce on the night before their parent's big day..Yes, they are procrastinators. It's genetic.

One year I received a construction paper card that was a sewing machine. It had a needle and thread spun on a spool. It had pieces of my fabric on it and beautiful hand-written notes inside. Another year, I had a card made out of letter people (from my teaching days) and hot tubs (a family joke; I've always wanted one.)

The man has a card that was an exact replica of his laptop, one that is a hamburger-flipping grill, and another that is a Facebook page...

The kids always seem to capture who we are and what we love. It's become a highlight of our special days.

I turned 41 a week ago. I wanted to share the card that "my babies" made for me this year. It's a collage about my favorite things. 41 things. It's also numbered on the front and coded on the back so I, at my very old age, can understand what each picture means. I'm showing it to you so you can-

a)  learn a little about who I am through my family's eyes.
b)  see that my children are as sarcastic as they are sweet.

Mostly, I'm recording a memory. That construction paper will fade over time. I never want to forget how excited the kids were while watching me read that card. Equally, I never want to forget how loved they made me feel. What more can a mom ask for (besides a hot tub) on her birthday?

The card :)



The coded flip-side...

"41 Years of Greatness..." by the kids..

  1. Coca Cola- We love your Coke addiction. Thanks for sharing (not!)
  2. Dice (playing the penny-slots) - Always hitting it big time! Thanks for bringing home enough quarters to use at Chuck-E-Cheese...
  3. Roses- Just like a rose, you are genuinely beautiful on the outside and in... ;)
  4. Coffee- Thank-you Starbucks for making every early morning with the family more tolerable..
  5. Sewing- Talent at an endless supply, yet obviously absent in the passing down of traits.
  6. Tai Pan Store- Tai Pan. always thee best place to play hooky. Thanks for memories of Christmas shopping in April..
  7. Yoga- keeping us in-sync with the sick-bending ways of the real world. When in doubt, downward-dog it!
  8. Adele- Only the best when it comes to home-renovation easy listening. Our neighbors are all-too-familiar with the turning tables and rollin' in the deep.
  9. Lowe's- The happiest place on earth.
  10. The 6th Sense- the perfect blend of mystery and suspense.
  11. Teaching -how can we express our gratitude toward the endless amount of knowledge you've given us, not to mention the incredibly handy all-access pass to school supplies..
  12. Japan- Domo Arigato. Thanks for being you.
  13. Michigan- Go Blue or Go home!!
  14. Christian- I Corinthians 13:7.
  15. Blogging- Thanks for keeping every day interesting, for finding humor in everything and making it sound worthwhile...
  16. Apple- We admire the amazing multi-tasking Apple Macintosh line God has blessed you with. We also thank you for being so generous in hand-me-downs..
  17. Hershey's Bar- Signature Michele and Patrick Star. "Eat this chocolate and you'll live forever!!"
  18. Family- We love you because we have to.
  19. Reading-"Butterfly in the sky, I can fly twice as high. Take a look. It's in a book.."
  20. Autumn- Can YOU paint with all the colors of the wind?
  21. Football- NFL all access pass- see you in February.
  22. Chinese food- hey, at least it's not Wendys!
  23. Dolphins- Free Willy. Wait! Was he a Quwhale?? (my kids make fun of the way I pronounce words with the "wh" sound)..
  24. Candy Corn- part of the major food groups- candy. candy corn and syrup!
  25. Green- Your favorite color. It's not easy being green.
  26. Chemistry- Rocking the periodic table since 1970!
  27. shellybean- Take that, Jelly Belly!
  28. Rock-n-Rye- Rockin' Roll every night and party every day, Faygo!
  29. Writing-How could we simply define the glorious talent of the ways you write your about your life? To be awesome or to be awesomer?
  30. Cartoon Fridays- 4 years of your life you'll never get back. Dee Dee, get out of my laboratory!
  31. Detroit Pistons- The only team bringing pride to the 810? No way!
  32. Hot Tub- one of these days, ma!
  33. McRib- the best few weeks of the year..
  34. Shape Shifter- your first electronic addiction. Welcome to the 21st century, ma!
  35. Baking- Do you know the muffin man? Your baking rocks our socks off!
  36. Painting- From the canvas to the walls, you never fail to impress...
  37. Josh Groban- "Papa, Can you hear me???"
  38. 1988- Eighty-eight is great and so are you!
  39. Outback-mmmm. Steak.
  40. Cake- Stocking up on Cherry Chip cake mix (just in case!)
  41. Vintage- Ma, you're always timeless to us! 

Have a Happy week, friends :)


Monday, September 5, 2011

Monday Makeover...

Hey friends! I hope you've enjoyed your Labor Day weekend. Me? I was sicker than a dog. (Where does that saying come from, anyway? Do dogs get more sick than humans? Do they have higher temperatures or require more bottles of Pepto or NyQuil? I'm guessing no) Ugh. I am so glad to have had an extra day to recuperate...

Here's a little makeover I did on a pair of chairs. My mother-in-law apparently has a whole barn-full of goodies waiting for some spray-paint love. (How did I not know this sooner?) I think she found these at a yard sale..not sure. They were just sitting in the barn like a lonely set of twins, begging for some attention...

When the man's mom asked if I'd like them, I thought for......oh stop. You know I took them faster than she could finish asking. I don't know where they are going to go, but one thing I'm sure of? They were free and Holy-set-of-wrought-iron!! Who loves "free" more than me?



Two super-heavy, bottomless FREE chairs..

          I wasn't going to do the measuring on those chair bottoms. I'm pretty sure people would actually like to sit on them and not fall through..The seats are what we in Utah call "skewampous." I think Utahns mean skewed or crooked, but I love that word....

The only thing I purchased for the project. The foam was 6 dollars for a two pack. Woo Hoo! Oh yes, only a teacher would use a fat Crayola marker to draw professional lines. I do what I can...

Upholstery fabric I had on hand for bags...

The fabric LOOKS even...



Until I get my spatially challenged hands on it.


Finally, some beautiful, left-over red paint that I bought for a bookshelf. The eldest helped me with the painting, but due to the 100 degree weather, no pictures were allowed of the process :) I promise, we DID paint them :)


C'mon...how cute are they? BTW, if you were thinking the same thing as the man and wondering why I didn't leave them yellow since I painted the last set that color...I say, "completely different shade, darlin'." Duh! .....Ahem. Just kidding. Were it not for the man, those cute chairs would have fabric bottoms only, and I can only surmise lawsuits galore..


Have a great short-work-week, friends :)





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