Our baby is just over a year old... Technically a toddler, but still the baby...She is already leaving her days of extreme Baby-dom in the dust cloud of life... She wears real shoes, walks all over to get from place to place and she is soon to be bottless (that's Daddy, Daddy's not ready...he's so cute...). She talks (in the way that a parrot mimics) but still... There's "Dis" for "This and mama, dada, baba and when she really wants what you've got it's "Mumumummmmm..." which means "Hey I want that gimme it..."
Still though, raging with teething and the physical side effects. Hates having her diaper changed still, something that came with her 6month mark and never left. Sometimes we can give her a sippy cup or a bottle when we are changing her and she will forget that she thinks she's going to get cut in half... Seriously, her little brain is thinking, "I KNEW IT! TODAY'S THE DAY! IT'S REALLY HAPPENING! I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME!"
Kids man, the amaze me truly...she knows that there is a process to the day and she gets it...she rolls really well...and we get the diaper out and she sees it and she's fine, she sees the wipes and the powder and she's fine. we get her down on her back to change her and that's it...the defining moment of her day where she is so absolutely sure that we're about to pull out the ban saw and make our move for baby sushi...I know it sounds horrible, but you should HEAR this child scream at the changing table...We have tried changing her in different spots of the house even, nope. She hates it with the fire of 1,000 suns...
Enjoyable still is the growing dynamic between the two Littles... They're so good together, and Thing 1 still thinks that because it is her sister she can do what she wants with her. Some of these things are very helpful; Pulling her from the crib when she wakes up from a nap, bringing her to the living room in the morning when they both wake up, playing so me n Dad can do some sort of thing that doesn't require kid help... It's pretty awesome... And of course, when we forget something and half Thing 2 undressed and realize "oh yeah, need something" she is there to spring to action and save the day! Unhelpful is the smaller one... Harley will decided that tonight is the night that she will sit on the couch and read a book in perfect silence with her family around...And along comes Maryyyyyy ... remember that song?? Cause that's what I sing to myself and sometimes aloud when I see Marysu zero in on the book Harley's reading and BOOM she's on her like white on rice! And then Harley realizes her mistake and goes in her room to read.
Now is the time of explaining "She's a baby, she doesn't know what she's doing" and then we even go further to explain "But one day she WILL know what she's doing and you'll have every right to bitch about and then she will get punished...just not now.."
I think I gave Harley something to look forward to :) I have also said this to the child enough times now that she gets it and she even says "I know I know, she doesn't know what she's doing... I just wish that she did..." and I retort, "Yes, I wish she did too...but that's our job. To teach her."
Harley is going to be a great teacher for her little sister. That is, if she remembers that she has a list in her room of all the things she wants to teach Mary once Mary is old enough. I think of how old Harley was when she was doing some of these things and I think, if Mary is THAT old then Harley will be THIS old and then she won't want to do these things with her sister by that time... But then again, if it's just the two of them in the house and no friends peering in, I think I'll be pleasantly surprised at taking a peek in on their room one day and see a 12 year old Harley and a 6 year old Marysu playing Little People together :) I think...maybe... yeah...
Until that day comes though, we are soaking in all the walking, talking, clapping, laughing, giggling, smart ass things that the 1 year old does cause she won't be 1 forever...
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Prepare To Be Bombarded...
I told myself I would do this more often...and then I told myself I would keep a little journal (of which I have many rolling on) of blogs I could start... then I told myself that if I don't get to write it on the actual blog I'm safe because I will have the little journal...
And now the little notepad that I keep in my desk at work is half full, the journal I keep in my bag is a few pages full and I can probably sit here and do post after post...but I will just sit here until my lunch is over and save the rest for later. I have time :)
Here I sit, typing over a hot bowl of soup that could easily feed two but who cares. Work has picked up immensely in just a week. I mean that with the depths of my being... I even used the word immensely. I work in the accounting department where customer set up is part of my duties (of which I have many) and I maintain the customer accounts (of which there are many). Basically, I do a lot of stuff. Usually that stuff doesn't necessarily come with a time frame attached, just when I can get to it I do. That works for me most of the time and with Chinese New Year and our factories in China being down for two weeks I was thinking I would have time to do a lot of the little odd job maintanance. Not so much lately. Apparently we started this new product program that everyone is going absolutely ape shit over and that's so fantastic! Because I am busier than a one armed paper hanger! I didn't think I would love it this much, but I really love it! I love being busy at work!
And it's the busy at work that is why I am bombarding my blog with posts all at once. Sometimes at the end of the day there is a half hour window where I have nothing to do and it has been expressed to me that the reason I am here at the end of the day is to answer the phones. That being taken into consideration, I have no one here to work WITH if I were to do work anyway. Thus utilizing that 30 minutes for myself by checking my bank account, balancing my checkbook, pay some bills if I didn't already and maybe even send myself a recipe or two or a crochet pattern or two... or maybe blog if I feel like it.
Not lately! And that is why. I still do not have internet at home. I can't do it with my current company that has my TV service cause they don't DO that and I am thinking I want to go the route of FiOS like everyone else in the world. I hate Verizon though so I don't know what we're gonna do...probably suck it up and do it. Oh well...not the first time I made a special concession in the name of a monopoly...
But not until Spartacus is over... when Spartacus is over and we have watched all of our DVR's episodes we will be doing the switch...I'm still wondering if I should go back to having a home phone. I'm just thinking that cell phones are still not a perfect science and with the two Littles at home I'm thinking it might be nice to have something to fall back on...and comes with Unlimited service in the U.S. :)
..I just burned my tongue...
And now the little notepad that I keep in my desk at work is half full, the journal I keep in my bag is a few pages full and I can probably sit here and do post after post...but I will just sit here until my lunch is over and save the rest for later. I have time :)
Here I sit, typing over a hot bowl of soup that could easily feed two but who cares. Work has picked up immensely in just a week. I mean that with the depths of my being... I even used the word immensely. I work in the accounting department where customer set up is part of my duties (of which I have many) and I maintain the customer accounts (of which there are many). Basically, I do a lot of stuff. Usually that stuff doesn't necessarily come with a time frame attached, just when I can get to it I do. That works for me most of the time and with Chinese New Year and our factories in China being down for two weeks I was thinking I would have time to do a lot of the little odd job maintanance. Not so much lately. Apparently we started this new product program that everyone is going absolutely ape shit over and that's so fantastic! Because I am busier than a one armed paper hanger! I didn't think I would love it this much, but I really love it! I love being busy at work!
And it's the busy at work that is why I am bombarding my blog with posts all at once. Sometimes at the end of the day there is a half hour window where I have nothing to do and it has been expressed to me that the reason I am here at the end of the day is to answer the phones. That being taken into consideration, I have no one here to work WITH if I were to do work anyway. Thus utilizing that 30 minutes for myself by checking my bank account, balancing my checkbook, pay some bills if I didn't already and maybe even send myself a recipe or two or a crochet pattern or two... or maybe blog if I feel like it.
Not lately! And that is why. I still do not have internet at home. I can't do it with my current company that has my TV service cause they don't DO that and I am thinking I want to go the route of FiOS like everyone else in the world. I hate Verizon though so I don't know what we're gonna do...probably suck it up and do it. Oh well...not the first time I made a special concession in the name of a monopoly...
But not until Spartacus is over... when Spartacus is over and we have watched all of our DVR's episodes we will be doing the switch...I'm still wondering if I should go back to having a home phone. I'm just thinking that cell phones are still not a perfect science and with the two Littles at home I'm thinking it might be nice to have something to fall back on...and comes with Unlimited service in the U.S. :)
..I just burned my tongue...
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
I Should Have Listened to My Dad and Become A Lawyer....
...or a mediator.. that would have been good too...
My Pop was a smart cookie...and I knew that even as a kid. I knew that if I wanted him to see my way on something, I was going to have to step up my game. And I did a pretty damn good job of it, too! I could easily argue my way into a new Barbie, some matchbox cars or a couple of Archie comics from the impulse aisle of the Lucky's ...
Just when I started to think maybe I wasn't that good at it, I met my fabulous hubby. He became witness to these moments of my arguing my way out of a paperbag (some people can't do that) and was once again self aware of my power of Justification. The Ends Justify The Means... probably would be the name of a semi-auto biography about my life :)
Today I am justifying why I need a new lens for my Nikon, of which there are many. But just now I was checking out a blog I love!! The chick takes awesome pics with her iPhone...bare with me here... I don't have one of THOSE and I don't have the $$ to buy a new one cash outside of the available upgrade for my cell plan that comes up NEXT year... So I'm thinking, since we are due a good sum on our taxes, I would like to get a 55-300mm lens for my Nikon.
I didn't realize it until I read the blog as to WHY...
I open my followed blogs and the first thing I see is an adorable and obviously instagrammed pic of a cute 18 mo old girl in her messy room. Obviously Blogger Chick was standing above her child. Said child is happy and not screaming.
Immediately my mind goes here: Hey, that's a really cute picture and how come I don't have more pictures like that because i don't have an iPhone would it matter if I did have one I don't think it would because everytime I have my phone out Marysu wants to grab it and eat it and then I let her because I'm a sucker and then she gnaws it and then I have to take it and then she gets mad and then I have to dissuade her intentions away from my phone and then I don't get the cute picture I wanted so why don't I just pull out the Nikon because if you pull out the Nikon stupid ass then the baby will want that too and you won't get the good picture you wanted you will get a series of much too close up pictures because she will be on your ass like a fat kid on a cupcake and you shouldn't say stuff like that because your husband used to be a fat kid but thats okay because everyone of your boyfriends in middle school was a fat kid and hey didn't one of them give you a necklace for your birthday where the hell is that did it survive any of the moves why didn't you check and make sure that it made it okay it probably got lost with one of the tubs that had your matchbox cars in and now you have a spare room full of cars because your former fat kid husband makes an effort to put a new matchbox car in your stocking at xmas every year...
... I go from why don't I have a Nikon lens that I can zoom and take snaps from across the room to "There are way too many matchbox cars in my spare room"...
I'd like to avoid these head space convos... and I need to take snaps from across the room so I can Ninja-Photo my kids...
Therefore: I need a new lens...
CLEARLY, I chose the wrong profession...
...and speaking of photos.. think I should integrate more photos in this thing? Is it too boring without something to look at?
My Pop was a smart cookie...and I knew that even as a kid. I knew that if I wanted him to see my way on something, I was going to have to step up my game. And I did a pretty damn good job of it, too! I could easily argue my way into a new Barbie, some matchbox cars or a couple of Archie comics from the impulse aisle of the Lucky's ...
Just when I started to think maybe I wasn't that good at it, I met my fabulous hubby. He became witness to these moments of my arguing my way out of a paperbag (some people can't do that) and was once again self aware of my power of Justification. The Ends Justify The Means... probably would be the name of a semi-auto biography about my life :)
Today I am justifying why I need a new lens for my Nikon, of which there are many. But just now I was checking out a blog I love!! The chick takes awesome pics with her iPhone...bare with me here... I don't have one of THOSE and I don't have the $$ to buy a new one cash outside of the available upgrade for my cell plan that comes up NEXT year... So I'm thinking, since we are due a good sum on our taxes, I would like to get a 55-300mm lens for my Nikon.
I didn't realize it until I read the blog as to WHY...
I open my followed blogs and the first thing I see is an adorable and obviously instagrammed pic of a cute 18 mo old girl in her messy room. Obviously Blogger Chick was standing above her child. Said child is happy and not screaming.
Immediately my mind goes here: Hey, that's a really cute picture and how come I don't have more pictures like that because i don't have an iPhone would it matter if I did have one I don't think it would because everytime I have my phone out Marysu wants to grab it and eat it and then I let her because I'm a sucker and then she gnaws it and then I have to take it and then she gets mad and then I have to dissuade her intentions away from my phone and then I don't get the cute picture I wanted so why don't I just pull out the Nikon because if you pull out the Nikon stupid ass then the baby will want that too and you won't get the good picture you wanted you will get a series of much too close up pictures because she will be on your ass like a fat kid on a cupcake and you shouldn't say stuff like that because your husband used to be a fat kid but thats okay because everyone of your boyfriends in middle school was a fat kid and hey didn't one of them give you a necklace for your birthday where the hell is that did it survive any of the moves why didn't you check and make sure that it made it okay it probably got lost with one of the tubs that had your matchbox cars in and now you have a spare room full of cars because your former fat kid husband makes an effort to put a new matchbox car in your stocking at xmas every year...
... I go from why don't I have a Nikon lens that I can zoom and take snaps from across the room to "There are way too many matchbox cars in my spare room"...
I'd like to avoid these head space convos... and I need to take snaps from across the room so I can Ninja-Photo my kids...
Therefore: I need a new lens...
CLEARLY, I chose the wrong profession...
...and speaking of photos.. think I should integrate more photos in this thing? Is it too boring without something to look at?
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
First World Problems....
I'm getting my hair done tomorrow.
No big deal right?
I know I could probably do this on my own at home cheaper... but there are some things that just because you CAN do them, doesn't mean you should.
I have dark blonde hair that, in high school, was deliciously golden blonde...sun kissed fantasticness that all the "bops" (we called them bops) in school would ask, "Like wow! WHERE did you get your hair done? WHO does your hair?"
To which my smart ass self would answer "Uhm, I got my hair done... outside?? By, uhm... God? I guess..." and I would walk away... Yes, the Lord did my hair with a power assist from Mother Nature. She rocked my socks on the hair SO well I didn't touch it for years. Nothing. Totally Virgin Hair!! Yay me... but before the pats on the back start... I started working and going to school SO much that I was never outside. I was inside fluorescent lighting of SOME kind all day... from home to work to home to school to work... Fun... And when I realized that it was affecting my hair I got a WILD fire lit under my ass to change my hair. I had a thing about "Hi Lights" ... that doesn't look right does it? Well I did that so you would know how AWKWARD it was for you to read that, it was awkward for me to try and get something done to my hair that I got for free... everyday...and was done perfectly naturally... Enter Adult Life Phase 1. Letting go of that shit.
Unless I became a Forest Ranger, I wasn't going to get the same sun play on my hair, that being said I decided redheads have more fun and I went red...for about 5 minutes. After I felt like I was chasing that perfect red, much like chasing the "perfect high" like a damn crack head, I stopped chasing and let the red fade out... it faded into a dull reddish brown. I applied a brown over it to appease my inner self that was screaming at me that I looked ridiculous with my tri color hair... Luckily, I was making my plans to get married and I needed to do something dumbed down until I decided what I wanted my hair to look like for the big day.
The week before I got married, my big sis and I went trolling the aisles of Wally World to find that perfect color and it was a toasted Almond by who I don't know... it was a box. It was rad... I wish I could have remembered that brand...cause I would just do that to my hair...but it would fall out ... and then I would cry...
I have been doing dark to moderate browns ever since because I was enjoying the contrast between having blue eyes and having brown hair. I found I saw that a lot less in the natural world...so I had my fun. then one day I was looking at myself in the mirror. You know when you look in the mirror and you have a mind's eye idea of what you're about to see? And then that second happens and you're like, Yeah, I see me...
I didn't see me... I was a little taken a back by what I saw. This usually happens when you get a new hair cut or color. but I was well into my umpteenth dye job of brown...I even started getting my hair "done" as a concession to myself ... a "spa day"... a "pat on the back" if you will. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't go out... WE don't do any of those things and after I talked to the hubby, he was super on board and now I "get my hair done" every 5-6 weeks. But now I am in the process of not changing ... but changing back. Going "Back to One" if you will... And it's been awesome. The chick that does my hair is super affordable and close to my house and has a fantastical personality... it couldn't be a better fit if I tried... and I didn't. My coworker said if I was every thinking of getting my hair done professionally that she would float me the chick's number cause she rocks...and she DOES!!
So, I get my hair done tomorrow again...and I'm wondering...
Should I cut it???
Yeah, I said ALL that just to get this...
My hair has always been long. I kept it shorter for a few years, grew it out SUPER long and hacked it off, donated it cause I took a 2 year hiatus from color and now I am back to one. Hair is grown out... Want to hack it off... but my budget doesn't allow for a second trip to the salon and the cycle of going every 5-6 weeks allows for a "free" hair cut (that is actually already worked into my budget) every couple of months. I think by the time I come around my cycle again, I will be ready for a hack job... yeah, I think so. Because even at just past shoulder length my thick ass hair will be persona non grata during our hot ass summer...
Ass...
hehehehe...
And now I get to go and hang with my kiddos Han Solo cause Daddy's got a mandate... Mandate... Mangina... okay, I'm done now...
No big deal right?
I know I could probably do this on my own at home cheaper... but there are some things that just because you CAN do them, doesn't mean you should.
I have dark blonde hair that, in high school, was deliciously golden blonde...sun kissed fantasticness that all the "bops" (we called them bops) in school would ask, "Like wow! WHERE did you get your hair done? WHO does your hair?"
To which my smart ass self would answer "Uhm, I got my hair done... outside?? By, uhm... God? I guess..." and I would walk away... Yes, the Lord did my hair with a power assist from Mother Nature. She rocked my socks on the hair SO well I didn't touch it for years. Nothing. Totally Virgin Hair!! Yay me... but before the pats on the back start... I started working and going to school SO much that I was never outside. I was inside fluorescent lighting of SOME kind all day... from home to work to home to school to work... Fun... And when I realized that it was affecting my hair I got a WILD fire lit under my ass to change my hair. I had a thing about "Hi Lights" ... that doesn't look right does it? Well I did that so you would know how AWKWARD it was for you to read that, it was awkward for me to try and get something done to my hair that I got for free... everyday...and was done perfectly naturally... Enter Adult Life Phase 1. Letting go of that shit.
Unless I became a Forest Ranger, I wasn't going to get the same sun play on my hair, that being said I decided redheads have more fun and I went red...for about 5 minutes. After I felt like I was chasing that perfect red, much like chasing the "perfect high" like a damn crack head, I stopped chasing and let the red fade out... it faded into a dull reddish brown. I applied a brown over it to appease my inner self that was screaming at me that I looked ridiculous with my tri color hair... Luckily, I was making my plans to get married and I needed to do something dumbed down until I decided what I wanted my hair to look like for the big day.
The week before I got married, my big sis and I went trolling the aisles of Wally World to find that perfect color and it was a toasted Almond by who I don't know... it was a box. It was rad... I wish I could have remembered that brand...cause I would just do that to my hair...but it would fall out ... and then I would cry...
I have been doing dark to moderate browns ever since because I was enjoying the contrast between having blue eyes and having brown hair. I found I saw that a lot less in the natural world...so I had my fun. then one day I was looking at myself in the mirror. You know when you look in the mirror and you have a mind's eye idea of what you're about to see? And then that second happens and you're like, Yeah, I see me...
I didn't see me... I was a little taken a back by what I saw. This usually happens when you get a new hair cut or color. but I was well into my umpteenth dye job of brown...I even started getting my hair "done" as a concession to myself ... a "spa day"... a "pat on the back" if you will. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't go out... WE don't do any of those things and after I talked to the hubby, he was super on board and now I "get my hair done" every 5-6 weeks. But now I am in the process of not changing ... but changing back. Going "Back to One" if you will... And it's been awesome. The chick that does my hair is super affordable and close to my house and has a fantastical personality... it couldn't be a better fit if I tried... and I didn't. My coworker said if I was every thinking of getting my hair done professionally that she would float me the chick's number cause she rocks...and she DOES!!
So, I get my hair done tomorrow again...and I'm wondering...
Should I cut it???
Yeah, I said ALL that just to get this...
My hair has always been long. I kept it shorter for a few years, grew it out SUPER long and hacked it off, donated it cause I took a 2 year hiatus from color and now I am back to one. Hair is grown out... Want to hack it off... but my budget doesn't allow for a second trip to the salon and the cycle of going every 5-6 weeks allows for a "free" hair cut (that is actually already worked into my budget) every couple of months. I think by the time I come around my cycle again, I will be ready for a hack job... yeah, I think so. Because even at just past shoulder length my thick ass hair will be persona non grata during our hot ass summer...
Ass...
hehehehe...
And now I get to go and hang with my kiddos Han Solo cause Daddy's got a mandate... Mandate... Mangina... okay, I'm done now...
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Free Bagels and a Retirement Plan later...
We're really real grown ups now!!
Well, atleast that's how it feels.
I always thought that we were already grown ups but two children and a house does not a grown up make.
It takes a lot more than that and I like to think that my family embodies what it takes to be contributing members of society, and now we are contributing members of the global economy :) And I have proven, to myself...once again...what a small fuckin world it really is dammit...
I could blog about the "I didn't know you knew them!!" that I run into every day...but I'll take it one at a time.
This time, I found out that my exstepmonster's old boss runs a financial advisory branch that my exstepmoster's brother has a branch manager position at another office of, and not only do they know HIM, they started the branch of another company that the exstepmonster got the job at that moved us from one county to another...and I KNEW I knew these people...the name... names are a funny thing with me... I can retain a person's name if I have heard it a few times, but I have to have heard it a few times.. Other than that, what am I? Psychic? It bothered me so much that I checked with Ma and YUP... I was right... I knew that name for a reason!!
I really like the guy my company set us up with...he's my age so I feel like he really has our best interest at heart. And what he did for my coworker and her existing portfolio? I've been around a broker's office long enough to know some things...and I knew that I didn't want to get into the market during the recession...and we didn't have the money to do it before. It basically would have been a glorified savings account and I can do that shit on my own man. I'm doing pretty well for us on my own so far and that's with one of us working part time 5 months of the year.
I am really excited to talk to the guy once Choners gets his business off and running. Brokerman said he'd help Choni with the small business management and making sure he takes the right deductions out of his business and starts himself a self employed 401k... It's an exciting time for us right now... It's the "What happens after you get the stuff you were working for" time.
I mean, you chunk up your life, if you so choose, into things you were looking forward to...to go so simply into it as , when you're dating it's all about getting together and going out and having sex (i'm just being honest people)... Once you're dating awhile and serious, it's generally about getting married and getting your first place if you already don't live together...then kids or your first house...whichever goal is closer is generally the one you go for...New cars if you need them, if you don't, maybe fixing up the cars you have and/or paying them off... Well, we have a house, two paid off cars, two kids (final inning)...now what?
Now I am taking the time to look into the things that I think sometimes people rush into.
Retirement planning, college funds for the kids, beneficiaries, perhaps start a will/trust, life insurance, helping Choni start his business... and if there's any time or money left...a new lens for my Nikon! Are you surprised?
It's amazing how different the things are that my previous self and my now self are thinking about...mostly because I attained all of those goals already. And all of it for the better!
Don't get me wrong, I still have goals and dreams that need attaining... but until someone perfects the time machine...I'll just stick to what's in front of us...
Well, atleast that's how it feels.
I always thought that we were already grown ups but two children and a house does not a grown up make.
It takes a lot more than that and I like to think that my family embodies what it takes to be contributing members of society, and now we are contributing members of the global economy :) And I have proven, to myself...once again...what a small fuckin world it really is dammit...
I could blog about the "I didn't know you knew them!!" that I run into every day...but I'll take it one at a time.
This time, I found out that my exstepmonster's old boss runs a financial advisory branch that my exstepmoster's brother has a branch manager position at another office of, and not only do they know HIM, they started the branch of another company that the exstepmonster got the job at that moved us from one county to another...and I KNEW I knew these people...the name... names are a funny thing with me... I can retain a person's name if I have heard it a few times, but I have to have heard it a few times.. Other than that, what am I? Psychic? It bothered me so much that I checked with Ma and YUP... I was right... I knew that name for a reason!!
I really like the guy my company set us up with...he's my age so I feel like he really has our best interest at heart. And what he did for my coworker and her existing portfolio? I've been around a broker's office long enough to know some things...and I knew that I didn't want to get into the market during the recession...and we didn't have the money to do it before. It basically would have been a glorified savings account and I can do that shit on my own man. I'm doing pretty well for us on my own so far and that's with one of us working part time 5 months of the year.
I am really excited to talk to the guy once Choners gets his business off and running. Brokerman said he'd help Choni with the small business management and making sure he takes the right deductions out of his business and starts himself a self employed 401k... It's an exciting time for us right now... It's the "What happens after you get the stuff you were working for" time.
I mean, you chunk up your life, if you so choose, into things you were looking forward to...to go so simply into it as , when you're dating it's all about getting together and going out and having sex (i'm just being honest people)... Once you're dating awhile and serious, it's generally about getting married and getting your first place if you already don't live together...then kids or your first house...whichever goal is closer is generally the one you go for...New cars if you need them, if you don't, maybe fixing up the cars you have and/or paying them off... Well, we have a house, two paid off cars, two kids (final inning)...now what?
Now I am taking the time to look into the things that I think sometimes people rush into.
Retirement planning, college funds for the kids, beneficiaries, perhaps start a will/trust, life insurance, helping Choni start his business... and if there's any time or money left...a new lens for my Nikon! Are you surprised?
It's amazing how different the things are that my previous self and my now self are thinking about...mostly because I attained all of those goals already. And all of it for the better!
Don't get me wrong, I still have goals and dreams that need attaining... but until someone perfects the time machine...I'll just stick to what's in front of us...
Apparently You Can't DREAM CAST Hiding Out...
Over some awesome BBQ Pork, homemade chili leftovers from Ma and cornbread muffins a la Choni, I found out, you can't really Dream Cast Hiding Out... We started... We switched out Zac Efron with John Cryer based on the movie 17 Again, but that's as far as we got much to our chagrin... It was not our finest hour and I went from "Oh?!? Are we about to have a Dream Cast moment?!?" to "oh hey there's a bus why don't I just walk infront of it..." Extreme yes, but that's how I felt at that milisecond...
So I just thought that it would be worth it to know, there's really not a lot to do about Dream Casting movies with three main characters... Maybe we'll pick this back up again later... I was thinking switching Jennifer Lawrence with Annabeth Gish... but again.. pretty much stops there...
Instead we wound our evening down watching Justified off the ol' DVR and to bed we went!!
Hopefully, more Dream Cast-ing to come...
So I just thought that it would be worth it to know, there's really not a lot to do about Dream Casting movies with three main characters... Maybe we'll pick this back up again later... I was thinking switching Jennifer Lawrence with Annabeth Gish... but again.. pretty much stops there...
Instead we wound our evening down watching Justified off the ol' DVR and to bed we went!!
Hopefully, more Dream Cast-ing to come...
A Soon-to-be Former Hoardita...
Many who know me well could classify me as a mediochre grade hoarder. I am well aware of this fact. But as all hoarders will, I defent my piles of crap. They are collectables, they are sentimentality incarnate... "I'm going to use that!" or "I know what I want to do with that, I just can't do that right now..."... the latter actually DOES happen though...
And what's more fantastic about my hoarding?
I was going through a moment recently (still going through it actually) and I wanted to toss the CRAP... and for some reason my sights got set on my crafting stuff... That day it was crap and it was in my way...it must be expunged!
LIGHT BULB
A pillow was a must... A MUST... so I said all that to say this...
And what's more fantastic about my hoarding?
My hubby...
I have all this stuff in our house and I am married to man with a photographic memory. That being said, when I am racking my brain for a How To Use something I often turn to my voice of reason...which is OUTSIDE of my head...thank GOD...
I was going through a moment recently (still going through it actually) and I wanted to toss the CRAP... and for some reason my sights got set on my crafting stuff... That day it was crap and it was in my way...it must be expunged!
But then came hubby...and he said "Cleaning's nice and all, I'm a big believer in it, but you're gonna regret this someday soon..." I set my sights on something else and left the crafts alone.
When Harley lost her first tooth last summer we all were thinking "Woo hoo!!" But my Woo Hoo turned into uh-oh when my fourth dimensional thinking kicked into gear in a way I couldn't explain if I tried... When that happens, it's like "Inception" basically... So I went from, "Aww my baby lost her first tooth" to "do I give her a quarter? a dollar? a half dollar? where the hell is she going to spend a half dollar and what if she thinks it is cool and wants to keep it and doesn't want to spend it and her piggy bank hole will not support a half dollar and what if she loses it under pillow in her room and her room is a mess and then I have to go in there undetected after she's asleep and play needle in the haystack in her room and it's gonna be dark and the baby will be sleeping and there wont' be any way that I can get in there and rummage under her pillow and her piles of blankets for a little tiny puppy tooth and how the hell did my mom do this for two kids two years apart and slip in and out of our rooms undetected and be so ninja and..."
LIGHT BULB
We had pillows...we had tooth fairy pillows...little tiny heart shaped white lacey pillows with little tiny white lacey pockets to hold said treasure post tooth pick up... the dollar. I caved and went dollar. Inflation ya know?
A pillow was a must... A MUST... so I said all that to say this...
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| Side 2...One Ruffle... I know... |
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| Side 1 The Pocket Side |
Because I am a hoarder, I was able to go into a pile of my crapting and pull out the goodies needed to perform a miracle in thirty minutes. I made a tooth fairy pillow that was able to go under the bed THAT night and ta-da! was replaced with a crispy folded dollar bill ... Thing 1 was so pleased with her new pillow she started working on her second tooth...which came out soon after... Now she is NOT pleased because her teeth are in a falling out holding pattern it seems. OH well...
I am STILL looking for areas to thin. It's odd owning our own house now. We aren't moving anywhere any time soon and when we would be not so much packing up things, but putting them away is when we do the really big CLEAN. There are gems I am finding myself needing to hold onto, for now. I have a box of oil paints that were my Gma Mary's and they've lost their viscosity and I don't like oil painting...GARBAGE! It feels good to clean and organize and empty drawers!! I can't wait til we can NOT feel the need so much anymore... One day... but not today ...
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