Me! On a Blog! (that isn't mine!)

This blog: ALL THINGS HANDMADE

Yep Yep! I'm on there! Well, not me, but Yellow Mug Photography, so yeah, ME! If you go there and then click on the category "Photography" in the right hand column I believe I'm on the first page... maybe the second! Woo Hoo!

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Me! At a Craft Fair! Four Days until the Holiday Mart. Are you coming? In case you need a reminder, here's the info again:

Edward Jones Holiday Mart
12555 Manchester Road
Des Peres, Mo 63131

South Campus Atrium
9:00 a.m. - 2:00 p.m.
December 4, 2010

I had a Dream

I had this dream last night that was strange and funny. It may not make total sense, but here goes:

I was married to the Vice President. At no point in the dream was he Joe Biden. At first it was Kirk who was elected. And then it turned to Obama. And I think back into Kirk. I was never with him, whoever he was. I was always on my own.

The major dilemma throughout the entire dream was the acceptance speech for becoming Vice President. I was nervous about what I would wear. I had nothing to wear! Because we still had the same house, life and closets that I do in real life. I tried on outfit after outfit and couldn't find anything! I think at this point Kirk was the VP because I thought to myself that he wouldn't really care what I wore because he doesn't care what people think.

The other problem was that I was terrified of giving a speech in front of the entire nation! That's reasonable I think. In my dream it was like the Maid of Honor speech - you were really supposed to but didn't HAVE to. (In real life I've skipped out on that twice). I was so worried about what I would say, what the world was saying about me... at this point it was Obama who was my man - I remember seeing in a Tabloid that I was being referred to as the little white wife! So as I was out shopping for something to wear (the day of the impending speech) I convinced myself that I didn't need to even go. I quit answering my cell phone when Barak was calling me and I just didn't go.

Then I woke up. I think I may have some avoidence issues due to self counciousness...

Dude, I was like, totally RAD!

I posted a slew of school pictures on my Facebook page, but for those of you who aren't friendly with me in the Facebook world, I thought you might want to see me when I was totally bitchin! Fifth grade, Martha Turner Reilly Elementary School, Dallas, TX. I guess I was eleven or twelve, but I thought I was 19!

Side ponytail and dangle earrings... pastel teal sweatshirt (with the sleeves pushed up to the just right place on my arms so as to poof in the coolest way possible!) and my prize winning collection of friendship bracelets. I'm sure I had some form of bangs, but the picture is too dark to see them. And I would bet money that the pants I was wearing were leggings (possibly with the strap that went under the layered, multicolored socks).

It was 1988 - and I was an Eighties Lady! This was right before the stage of swatch watches, converse, jean jackets and skater boyfriends... Oh, the good ole days!

I think I wanted my sweatshirt to fall from my shoulder like the Flashdance chick... but at twelve, this was the most I could get away with....

I haven't...

I haven't done much since the holiday season started...

I haven't blogged much at all. I haven't had time. It seems every day (and night) I've had to plan for the next day. What to pack for the kids, where we're going, who's coming here, what time we have to leave, will there be a nap time... It's been busy. But not too bad. I had a fun holiday overall. But I'm tired. AND - one night Kirk sat up and actually read my blog (he never had before I guess) and informed me that he thought it was boring. I guess it is. So I got a little turned off from writing for about 2 weeks...

I haven't lost any weight... The apple pie I made on Christmas is gone. I ate the last of it tonight, thank you very much! Most of the Christmas candy and cookies are gone. There is a tiny bit of ham left and still a few twice baked potatoes in the fridge. And we still have ice cream... But tomorrow is my big day. I'm supposed to really start my weight loss program. And by program I mean to NOT eat like a big fat pig anymore and to try and work out three times a week. We have an exercise bike in the basement (along with a slew of other weight training machines that are not mine and look like I could hurt myself on). I plan to get down there on Mon, Wed, and Fridays... We'll see how it works out. Kirk is supposed to watch the kids by himself for a hour on each of those days. And already he has 'things to do' tomorrow morning which cuts into my agreed upon time... but we'll work it out.

I also haven't done much in the way of my picture taking lately. I should be working on my photography stuff, but I'm not. I'm tired. Once I finally get everyone to sleep I just want to sleep myself. But I've found myself strangely addicted to Lifetime and Hallmark movies the past few days. Geez, they sure know how to make a love story that somehow includes Santa! I usually hate that kind of crap... But I've seen about 4 of them since Christmas! What's up with that? I need to read a book.

I guess that's about all for now...

Bob Boyd

I'm not really sure who Bob Boyd is, other than he used to have a black trunk with his name painted on the side... I got it at a garage sale in late high school and put all my 'stuff' in it. Pictures, diaries, love letters, etc. I've always call the trunk Bob Boyd, cause that's it's name.

I joined Facebook last week and have now reconnected with all 4 of my best friends from gradeschool. I moved from TX to MO at 13 so it's been a long time since we've all seen each other. There were the five of us girls, most of the time broken down into groups of two or three, but always the same five girls. And not only have I found them, but other gradeschool classmates have found me too. Some I totally remember, others I have no clue who they are, or were.

So anyway - I've been doing a lot of remembering the past few days and I would love to look back at pictures from those days... But Bob Boyd has them all! And I'm not sure where exactly Bob Boyd is these days. My mom had him in her house for a long time... But then she and her ex got a storage unit for all their extra stuff and it might be there. They split up and I have no idea what happened to the contents of the storage unit. It may be in her current basement, I'm just not sure. But I would really like to find good ole Bob Boyd and take a look inside!

7 Random Things...

I have been tagged - thanks Lucy! - but will be tagging no further. Here are some random things about me:

1. When I can't fall asleep I do math. I think of some random situation that needs to be figured out and I just do the math until I fall asleep. Like, I give myself a large inheritance from a mystery dead relative - say $545, 000.00 - and I decide, dollar by dollar, what I would do with that money. Or I think more productively, like, if there are X amount of waking hours in a day and the baby sleeps for Y amount and eats Z times, how much formula does he eat in a day and how much will that cost for a day, a week, a month... and until he goes off formula and onto real milk...Yep, that was last week sometime.

2. I hate wearing colored clothes. Black. That's what color I like to wear. Not because I'm morbid, or just so goth or anything, I just like black. It suits me. (and jeans don't count)

3. I'm addicted to sunflower seeds. I eat them almost every day!

4. My car is super messy! You'd be really surprised to see how much crap is in my car! And I never clean it until I have to take it in somewhere to have it worked on...

5. I haven't read a book in over a year. Maybe longer. That's really sad to me. I love to read!

6. I've fallen in love with Big Love - the HBO series. I rented season one and two on Netflix and couldn't get enough. I was surprised how much I missed it once it was over. I don't even know when the next season comes out... and I miss Margie and Nikki and Barb.... some people have Soap Operas, I have rented HBO dramas. I just started the first season of 6 Feet Under to fill the void from Big Love... So far, I really like it.

7. I'm terrified to die. Not of death or of what will happen to me, that part it fine... It's what I will leave behind. I don't want people to have to feel grief on my behalf. It really worries me to think of people I love having to deal with my death. And not that I think I'm some kind of super superstar or anything, just that I know how it feels to loose someone really close and I don't want to make anyone else ever feel that way.... (was that one a little too sad, sorry)


So there you have it - I'm going to bed.....
Goodnight!

Blog or Burst

I haven't blogged in a while... I've felt like total crap for at least some part of the day for over a week now. Since the IUD was put in I've had cramps every day. Every day! And they aren't the ignorable kind either, they're the bend over in pain until the Prophens kick in kind. I know it's temporary (it damn well better be) until my body gets used to the 'device' but it sure does suck feeling like you've been on your period for almost 2 weeks!

And the baby has started NOT sleeping through the night. Which does wonders for my current attitude. He stays up later, wakes up earlier and wakes in the middle! Little A-Hole! I love him, but I wish I didn't see him so often in the night. And this morning he peed on me! It's been a very long time since I've been peed on....

Other than that, we had Thanksgiving... it was yummy and fun. We put up our Christmas tree a few days ago - the house is all a glow! But that's about all I put up this year. I don't have very many other decorations but what I do have is still in the box... There's just no room in here anymore with 2 kids, tons of kid crap and regular furniture and a small house. So the tree it is. I will hang our stockings at some point... when I figure out where to put them. Last year they hung from our glass block window (which is now covered by the TV thanks to some rearranging that I didn't agree with). I will have to buy some of those holiday hooks that stick and then release.

I have a date on Friday! Okay - so, no, it's not a date... I'm going shopping with Cayce without my kids! Kirk will be home and agreed to keep them both while I go to Target and spend my birthday gift cards. I already have my luxurious shopping list made: underware, formula, trash bags, a new bra, shoes... and hooks for the stockings. Ever so extravagant don't you think?

That's all for now....

Makeover Part Two (color)

I still haven't gone to get my hair re-cut (I want it shorter in the back due to a freak accident of pregnancy hormones that gave me curly hair in one back section of my head). But I did finally get around to coloring it. I went a very dark brown. Currently it almost looks black, and I'm okay with that - I like the color, even though I know it will fade a little more into a deep brown. So here is a picture of my new hair color:


This is me, trying to take my own picture in my bathroom mirror... note to self: clean bathroom mirror!

BL - BS

Well - it's Tuesday again... and I gained back another pound. What the hell people? Biggest Looser is taking on it's true meaning...

What a bunch of BS! Going up and down by a pound or two doesn't really mean much - just that I'm not loosing any weight! If I was thin and gained or lost a pound or two back and forth I wouldn't even care... but since I'm not thin... not even close, that pound is really pissing me off!

Hair Isn't Heavy

So in my efforts to cheat at weight loss I thought maybe my hair would earn me a pound or two lost... Well, apparently hair barely registers on the fat scale. No change in poundage after the big cut. DAMN! You see, I'm still trying to will away the weight... Haven't quite found it within myself to actually DO anything in my own favor.
Soon... Soon... soon...
Next week?
Today is Friday - why bother starting something new on a Friday? hee hee hee...
Well, because my Fridays are no different than my Mondays... or Thursdays... or Saturdays....!!!!!!!

I'm just lazy... Hence the fat!
I haven't even stuck to my plan of increasing my water intake... I'm just so tired all the time I drink coffee all day! I'm drinking coffee now! And somehow I seem to keep finding myself eating fast food. I'm not even buying it! People keep buying my lunch or dinner and it's fast food! It's hard to say no to free food of any kind... Especially when you're an overweight person who LOVES food!

OK. Here we go. Today. On a Friday, I will start something! Water. I have already had 2 glasses of water today... I will force myself to drink 6 more by bedtime... (I just chugged my coffee and went to get a glass of water - #3) Starting Monday I will add something else to my daily routine... maybe even exercise! And I will try and lay off the Fast food - even if its free.

Makeover - Part One (Cut)

So I did it! I cut my hair!
Here are some before and after pictures.

My Long PonyTail



My Hair Down (right before I left for the salon)



Holding the two ponytails they cut from my head! Two! I have so much thick hair I'm really glad they separated it into two donations...


Me at home after (my mom takes bad pictures - she forgets to tell me that you can barely see my hair in the photo!)


I just took this one - It's late (well, dark) and I'm not good at taking my own picture - I look like a ghost! But you can see my hair a little better. I will have Kirk take some more tomorrow when it's daytime.

So YEAH! I feel good about it... although there is one problem with the new hair... After having Nola my hormones decided to play tricks on me and mess with my hair growth. I now have a wavy patch in the back of my head. I have always had straight straight hair until after I was pregnant! (Look back at the before picture with my hair down and you can see the wavy patch.) So now, with a short hair do the waves might be a problem... I haven't had time to really check it out and see the damage... but I have a feeling I may have to (and kindof want to anyway) cut the back a few inches shorter.

So this is part one of my own personal makeover. I wanted to color it too but they use such heavy shampoo and conditioner at the salon that I think I need to wait until at least tomorrow. So that will be Part Two... Color!

It's Official! I'm OLD!

Well, yesterday was the Fourth of July! Independence Day. I celebrated an Independence of my own. I think I am now totally free and independent of any youth I may have had left!

First of all, I didn't do anything at all to celebrate the holiday. I put Nola to bed by 8 (her normal time) and just hoped that she would sleep through the fireworks that were to start around nine. She woke up around 10pm. Which is fine, there were lots of pops and booms and cracks near our home.... I held her a while and we talked about how the fireworks had to make loud noises so they could make pretty colors in the sky. She looked at them but didn't care, she was sleepy. So off to be she went around 10:30 with instructions to tell any future fireworks, "Boo!" and "Shhh - Quiet!" She went right to sleep. So did I.

Around 11:45 I woke up because it sounded like my house was under attack. There are 2 houses down the street from me that are rentals... I have no idea who lives in which one, but there are a lot of kids over there all the time. Between the ages of 16 and 25... I have no idea - they're younger than me. They were setting off any and all kinds of fireworks you can buy. And it was continuous. I waited until about midnight and then looked up our local Police Department's phone number. Nola had woken up twice, not calling out for me, just waking up and then going back to bed... and Logan (the unborn one) was freaking out! He was jerking and turning and kicking... all because of the noise. So I called the Police. They said they would send over a car - and they did - and the noise mostly stopped.

So that's it! I'm old. I called the cops on some kids for being too loud past midnight! Oh my goodness! And while, on the one hand, it feels really crappy to be the tattle tale... on the other hand I feel like "Ha! You little assholes - be quiet!" Either way - I'm officially old.

What's New with Your Face?

Well - what's new with mine is that I got new glasses yesterday! Finally! It's been WAY TOO LONG. The pair I was wearing had scratch marks on them from when our dog (who we no longer even own) was a puppy. Yeah - that's old. At least 3 1/2 years. They had broken several times and be fixed. Been bent and twisted by Nola... and were stretched out so far... I didn't stray too far from what I'm used to, but I did get something a little different.

My choices were narrowed down to the ones I chose and another pair that looked almost exactly like the ones I've had for so long..... Here is the comparison:



And.....


And I also ordered contacts so that I don't have to wear glasses at all anymore if I don't want to.... I've been out of contacts for almost a year too.... I'm cheap and lazy if you're wondering why.....