I was browsing the Etsy site today and found this.
How cute is that? I thought there might be some gals out there (big or small) that might want one of their very own. Check out this Etsy store for many more of these darling creations!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
He said, She said
While watching the Oscars last night:
He: So, in Benjamin Button he gets younger as he ages?
She: Yeah, I guess he is born as an old man baby.
He: He eventually becomes a baby?
She: Yes. I am not too sure how he dies. Maybe his birth becomes his death.
He: What? Does he get sucked up into a vagina?
My thoughts, exactly!
He: So, in Benjamin Button he gets younger as he ages?
She: Yeah, I guess he is born as an old man baby.
He: He eventually becomes a baby?
She: Yes. I am not too sure how he dies. Maybe his birth becomes his death.
He: What? Does he get sucked up into a vagina?
My thoughts, exactly!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Hello, this is your Blog speaking
So, I have been around a while now and I have decided that it is time we have a little chat. For the most part, I am happy here. I really like what you have done with the place! I am updated fairly regularly, so I don't get too lonely. However, I do think there is room for improvement. No, no, no, not in reference to the frequency of your posts but more specifically, the content.
What I want to know is, what is my purpose? You have created me, your personal space in this world wide web to write about and document your life. What I see the most of is your kids. Pictures of your kids, stories of your kids, etcetera, etcetera. Yeah, that is nice and all, but I want MORE! Don't get me wrong, writing down what your kids are up to on any particular day will most likely be forgotten if you don't write it here, so please do! Honestly, I am ready for more of YOU! I know that you have thoughts, ideas, trials, and joys. You know those journals that you have tucked away in a drawer? You don't write there anymore. A little bird told me (okay, the owner of this blog did) that you used to write in those books all of the time! Well, at least up until the time you had babies. Now as those books gather dust, your thoughts go flying away without any place to land! Put them here, put them here!
I know you want to. I have seen you write many things down and then quickly delete for fear that it is too raw, that you might feel too exposed if you publish it. Rubbish! This space, this journal, is YOURS! You are writing this for YOU. Yes, it is public and people stop by from time to time to see what is going on. Don't want to know what people think? Turn off your comments. I want to get to know this author of mine on a deeper level. You have been at this for a while, so maybe you can open up a little?
Please note that dirty conversations that you have with your spouse while between the sheets and what any kid's poop happens to look like on any given day are things that I just don't need to know about. And neither does anyone else. Please keep those to yourself, okay?
What I want to know is, what is my purpose? You have created me, your personal space in this world wide web to write about and document your life. What I see the most of is your kids. Pictures of your kids, stories of your kids, etcetera, etcetera. Yeah, that is nice and all, but I want MORE! Don't get me wrong, writing down what your kids are up to on any particular day will most likely be forgotten if you don't write it here, so please do! Honestly, I am ready for more of YOU! I know that you have thoughts, ideas, trials, and joys. You know those journals that you have tucked away in a drawer? You don't write there anymore. A little bird told me (okay, the owner of this blog did) that you used to write in those books all of the time! Well, at least up until the time you had babies. Now as those books gather dust, your thoughts go flying away without any place to land! Put them here, put them here!
I know you want to. I have seen you write many things down and then quickly delete for fear that it is too raw, that you might feel too exposed if you publish it. Rubbish! This space, this journal, is YOURS! You are writing this for YOU. Yes, it is public and people stop by from time to time to see what is going on. Don't want to know what people think? Turn off your comments. I want to get to know this author of mine on a deeper level. You have been at this for a while, so maybe you can open up a little?
Please note that dirty conversations that you have with your spouse while between the sheets and what any kid's poop happens to look like on any given day are things that I just don't need to know about. And neither does anyone else. Please keep those to yourself, okay?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Check it out
Most of you who read my blog know that I make burp cloths. I have made them for a few years now and I have finally decided to devote an entire blog to my crafty side. So, if you are in the market for some burp cloths or any other crafty thing that I make, stop over at Kelly Mo & Co and see what there is to see. You can click on the link I just listed or on the button in my side bar. Want a button of your own? Grab one off of the new blog.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Unexpected
This past weekend Prince Charming gifted to me my 8th anniversary gift
A celebration ring from Tiffany.I was speechless.
Oh, and I absolutely love it.
To bloom, or not to bloom
The Flowering Pear tree at B's school
The Flowering Pear in my backyard +of+IMG_1527.JPG)
humph!A reason to party!
On February 13th, B turns 5. So, last weekend we had a little celebration at the Railroad Park.
There were train rides
and bouncing
even more bouncing
of course there was cake
B enjoyed the company of some friends
friend, Riley, got some cuddle time with Amee
and we opened presents
About the presents: I have been to many a birthday party where the child being celebrated didn't open the gifts in front of the guests. What the heck? I guess the parent's reasoning is that they don't want the other children (that actually brought the gifts) to feel left out while their child is opening all of the loot. Get over yourselves, people! Part of gift giving is the joy you feel when someone opens the gift that you brought. I want B to be able to thank someone in person for his birthday present. I also want B to enjoy watching his friends receive something that he put thought into. So, if you ever attend one of our birthday parties, we will be opening presents. 'Nuff said.
I think it is fair to say that everyone had a lovely time at the party. I really enjoyed watching B bounce around with his friends. His excitement at his party was palpable and I am so happy that we were able to give him such a fun experience. The weather was perfect and the company even more so. I don't know how we will top this next year!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Square peg, round hole.
When it comes to gift giving/receiving, my husband and I don't quite line up. Prince Charming does not like to receive gifts. Granted, he is very appreciative of any gifts that come his way, but he has never been a fan of the spotlight. Now, because he is not a good gift receiver, he is not a good gift giver.
I, on the other hand, LOVE presents. I love birthdays and Christmas and any other holiday that produces wrapped lovlies. I love receiving random gifts from friends and family simply because they saw something and thought of me. Nothing grand, of course. A book, an US weekly or People magazine, a pad of paper with my name on it. Simple things that brighten my day. I do have this fantasy in which friends leave baked goods on my doorstep with a friendly note. I do love baked goods, cookies especially! Of course, this hasn't happened. But, I can keep fantasizing.
Since I am a good gift receiver, I am an excellent gift giver! I really love birthdays. I really like sending friends of mine birthday gifts. Something simple. Something that says, I'm thinking of you today and wanted to brighten your day with a present. Most of the time it is a food goodie. Other times it is something I made. Birthdays are such special days and all of the people I love deserve to receive something from me, simply because I like giving.
After eight years of marriage, I have learned that Prince Charming would be happy with just a kiss and a card on his birthday, anniversary, and even Christmas. But, I can't just do a card. I pay attention to what he says about things he wants. Since he rarely mentions that he actually wants something, I immediately take note because he is so hard to buy for. I like getting him presents. It makes me feel good. So, that is why I do it.
I don't need an anniversary gift, per se. A card? Yes, that would be nice. Flowers? Even better! Any present to unwrap would be icing on the cake (a cake too, would be awesome!). But, my husband isn't a good gift giver. Having this knowledge, I am satisfied with small gestures like cards and flowers.
Special days deserve special things and traditions. What did I receive on our happy day? Goose eggs.
Given this whole "square peg, round hole" theory when it comes to gift giving, fortunately we are compatible in every other way!
Side note: Prince Charming received 2 raglan baseball tees from me. I only note this for prosperity. I have no idea what I gave to Prince Charming or what he gave me on our 5th wedding anniversary, or any other for that matter! I am writing it down because it will be fun to look back on over the years.
Post Script: "Goose eggs" means "nothing. zip. zero. zilch." A few people have asked. :)
I, on the other hand, LOVE presents. I love birthdays and Christmas and any other holiday that produces wrapped lovlies. I love receiving random gifts from friends and family simply because they saw something and thought of me. Nothing grand, of course. A book, an US weekly or People magazine, a pad of paper with my name on it. Simple things that brighten my day. I do have this fantasy in which friends leave baked goods on my doorstep with a friendly note. I do love baked goods, cookies especially! Of course, this hasn't happened. But, I can keep fantasizing.
Since I am a good gift receiver, I am an excellent gift giver! I really love birthdays. I really like sending friends of mine birthday gifts. Something simple. Something that says, I'm thinking of you today and wanted to brighten your day with a present. Most of the time it is a food goodie. Other times it is something I made. Birthdays are such special days and all of the people I love deserve to receive something from me, simply because I like giving.
After eight years of marriage, I have learned that Prince Charming would be happy with just a kiss and a card on his birthday, anniversary, and even Christmas. But, I can't just do a card. I pay attention to what he says about things he wants. Since he rarely mentions that he actually wants something, I immediately take note because he is so hard to buy for. I like getting him presents. It makes me feel good. So, that is why I do it.
I don't need an anniversary gift, per se. A card? Yes, that would be nice. Flowers? Even better! Any present to unwrap would be icing on the cake (a cake too, would be awesome!). But, my husband isn't a good gift giver. Having this knowledge, I am satisfied with small gestures like cards and flowers.
Special days deserve special things and traditions. What did I receive on our happy day? Goose eggs.
Given this whole "square peg, round hole" theory when it comes to gift giving, fortunately we are compatible in every other way!
Side note: Prince Charming received 2 raglan baseball tees from me. I only note this for prosperity. I have no idea what I gave to Prince Charming or what he gave me on our 5th wedding anniversary, or any other for that matter! I am writing it down because it will be fun to look back on over the years.
Post Script: "Goose eggs" means "nothing. zip. zero. zilch." A few people have asked. :)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Anniversary design
On a day like today, when the anniversary falls on a weekday and my wonderful hubby has to work, an ideal anniversary celebration would go something like this:
Upon waking, find a sweet card left by dear husband noting his sweet sentiments about our life together. Of course, I would leave one for him to find as well.
Midmorning rolls around and beautiful flowers are delivered to my door (from husband of course).
Enjoy a peaceful day with my boys complete with playing outside and watching our wedding video highlights.
Prepare a scrumptious dinner for my boys and get them all bathed and tucked into bed.
Husband returns home from work, bringing with him Baskin Robbins (or some other delicious treat), a sweet gift for me (because I love presents), and a delicious hug and kiss! After he enjoys the dinner I prepared, we plop on the couch, exchange gifts, enjoy our treat and snuggle on the couch as we watch shows on our DVR.
Just perfect. Now, when our anniversary falls on a weekend, different rules apply.
Upon waking, find a sweet card left by dear husband noting his sweet sentiments about our life together. Of course, I would leave one for him to find as well.
Midmorning rolls around and beautiful flowers are delivered to my door (from husband of course).
Enjoy a peaceful day with my boys complete with playing outside and watching our wedding video highlights.
Prepare a scrumptious dinner for my boys and get them all bathed and tucked into bed.
Husband returns home from work, bringing with him Baskin Robbins (or some other delicious treat), a sweet gift for me (because I love presents), and a delicious hug and kiss! After he enjoys the dinner I prepared, we plop on the couch, exchange gifts, enjoy our treat and snuggle on the couch as we watch shows on our DVR.
Just perfect. Now, when our anniversary falls on a weekend, different rules apply.
eight.
8 years. 4 states. 4 homes. 4 cars. 2 children. 1 dog and cat.
Today is the day I married my prince.
Happy anniversary my love.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Happy Anniversary?
Last night Prince Charming asks me this, "What would offend you more: the gift that says 'cook for me' or the gift that says 'you could lose some weight'?"
I wonder what he is getting me!
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