thanks giving

it's november. which means that thanksgiving is coming up. i like to call thanksgiving the forgotten holiday. halloween ends, and people automatically jump to Christmas. not that Christmas is a bad thing, but thanksgiving is pretty dang important too!

in honor of this month of thanksgiving, i'm going to have a giveaway. i give thanks to my friend megan for teaching me how to crochet, so i'm giving away a crochet masterpiece (and all of the imperfections that come with it).

it's easy(ish) to enter.

here's how:

leave 5 seperate comments. (everyone can enter 5 times, and you can figure out your strategy. bunch 5 together, or space them out)

here's the catch:

in every comment you leave, you have to say something that's great about me.

hey...just because i'm thankful and giving doesn't mean i can't be selfish and make you work for it a little bit.

also, make sure that in the first comment you leave, you also tell me what you'd like me to make. baby blanket, throw, scarf, pot holder, etc.(keep in mind my skills are simple)

examples of all 3 things i've ever made.

my throw that i'm still working on:

baby blankets:

a winner will be chosen using random.org next friday.

good luck.

fuzzy wuzzy

even my eyebrows aren't recession proof.

i'd like to think i'm not high maintainence. however, every month or two, i like to go get my eyebrows waxed. there was a lovely nail salon across the street that meet my eyebrow monthly maintainence needs. 10 bucks did the job.

unfortunately, i went one day, and it was nothing but an empty building.

i was forced to venture a little further. i found myself another nail salon that did the job for 10 bucks.

i drove by last week. it's nothing but an empty building.

my eyebrows current state are proof that this economy affects everything.

a letter

dear people at my gym who bring a sweat towel with them,

tell me how this makes sense:
you bring a towel with you, and you work out really hard and you are nasty sweaty, and you wipe your sweat off with the towel, THEN you wipe the machine off with that same towel. really? do you think that works? all you are doing is spreading your sweat around even more.
how bout using that disinfectant they provide for us?

sincerely,
the girl with the grossed out look on her face at the gym

what a girls gotta do

saturday while making dinner for friends, i realized something. i needed an apron. how did i not have an apron? sure, i don't cook very often. but i'd like to. and perhaps if i had an apron i'd cook more.

so this week i was on a mission. i was on a mission to find the perfect apron. it turned out to be simple to find the perfect apron. a little too simple. so simple it was easy to find more than one perfect apron.

i went to marshalls, and there i found two that i loved. tell me people, how is a girl supposed to choose between this...

and this....

since they were only $7.99, i decided a girl shouldn't have to decide. so i got both.

after i was done in marshalls, i walked next door to bed bath and beyond. the aprons were $30 there. thank goodness i dodged that bullet. and they weren't even nearly as cute.

but almost as exciting as the aprons was the book i bought at marshalls. his poems and drawings make me feel happy inside.

because

the blogging desire isn't burning within me very much anymore. but i feel the need to post something.

in my dreams

i have a very deep and abiding love for old farms and old houses. so when i was out with my friend marci one day several weeks ago, and we eyed this barn with a cute old house on the property, i fell in love!!

i want it to be mine with all of my heart. i showed it to juC and we did the research and it appears the land belongs to some developers who will most likely be replacing the beautiful barn and house with new houses one day when the economy is better. it truly makes my heart hurt.

so if anyone ever asks me what i'd do if i won a million dollars, my answer would be that i would buy this barn and the house and make it into my home. i'm not asking for a lot.

what do you think? isn't it the most amazing barn?

(click on picture to enlarge.)

indescribable

today my little jC turned 1. i'm not sure how this has happened. but surely it has, since last year it was 2008, and he was born. and now it's 2009 on the same day. which equates to him being a year old. i just don't understand how it happened so quickly. and also so slowly. how is it possible that quick and slow proceed at the same speed?

you know how people talk to you before you have a child, and they say things like "being a mother is hard." and you say "yeah, i know!" but the thing is, you don't really know. you know an assumption of hard, not a reality of hard.

you know how before you have a child, people say "being a mother is the best thing in the world." and you say "i know, i can't wait." you don't really know that either. it's another one of those things that's an assumption, not a reality. really, truely, words cannot describe the greatness of having a child.

every day i watch little jT as he discovers new things and learns new tricks. every day i sit and stare at him at some point in time, and wish i could freeze that moment into my memory forever. a certain look he gives me. a certain sound he makes. the way he attacks and loves on every stuffed animal he gets his hands on. the way he throws himself back on the floor to lay and relax for approximately 3 seconds before getting up and being busy again. the way he waddles as fast as he can to the front door when his dad comes in from work. the sounds of joy he makes when he tries a new food he really enjoys.

i wish with all of my heart that i can remember all of those moments in my mind with a perfect clarity.

words honestly can't describe the love and joy. i couldn't even possibly try. but i know i can say that i am so thankful for him, and the blessing that it is to be a mother.

our blog dropped

i don't know what i'm thinking. i have a disease i think. i dont know if a name has come out for it yet, but it should be blogasitis.


my sister and i have started a new blog. together. it's called "letters between two sisters" it's located at http://www.lettersbetweentwosisters.blogspot.com/

(or you can just click on the picture to the left that says the title)

catchy, huh?

we'll be writing each other letters every day. and lucky you, you get to read them too.

clearing the air

ok. i'll admit it. for forever now my one and only goal in life was to get my dear, sweet, un-comment making husband to make a comment. that is what all of my efforts went in to.
i realized, finally, that i was going about it all wrong. i was "attacking" him, when what i needed to do was pretend he "attacked" me. so i did what any other female would do. i said he called me fat.

he didn't. but he did finally post a comment on my blog!! i knew he couldn't just let that one alone.

and now i know...he loves me!! he really loves me!

now if i could only get him to woo me. that's another story for another day.

well....

my husband thinks i'm fat.

how?

juC and i are trying to figure out our next adventure in life.

saturday we were talking about some things and he said "we need a family motto. it should be 'livin the dream.' " and i said "no". then proceeded to tell him we don't need a family motto. to which he replied, "how are we supposed to live the dream if we don't have a family motto?" then i decided that should be our family motto.
so let's make it official. i now declare our family motto is:

how are we supposed to live the dream if we don't have a family motto?
(fancy letters and a different color makes anything official)

so last night as we were moving forward in trying to make a decision, juC decided we should make a pro/con list. the list looked like this in the beginning:

pro
close to sonic
close to duke's bbq

con
close to sonic
close to duke's bbq

making life changing decisions is so hard.

it's true

it's been nearly a year since this little one was born. but i still find myself staring at him, in awe of the fact that he's actually mine. most of the time it still seems unreal. maybe one day reality will set in.

who's the boss

my mommy thinks that she can just say i need to update my blog and viola, i'll do it!! she must not know that i'm 27 now and i can blog when i darn well feel like it. i don't blog just because she says i need to blog. i blog when i want to. i'm the boss of me!

but since i'm here...

guess who else has a deep and abiding love for my birthday snuggie.

i'll give you a hint. his name starts with a "j" and ends with an "udson".

happy birthday to...

me!

remember what i got last year for my birthday? (hint: a car) and remember how i said it was untoppable, and hard to beat? i confess, i had little confidence in jud that he could find a gift ever again that would be better.

so there sat my presents. i looked at them from a distance. then i got a little closer for further inspection. yep...no way this could be better than a car.

i opened my card first. a pickle card. it read "bet you didn't expect to get a paper pickle for your birthday". i could tell he was trying hard to beat last year. he was on the right track with the card, that's for sure. but still...not better.

then i opened the small bag. it consisted of paint colors on the card you'd get at a home building store, with the promise that he'd paint the downstairs bathroom this month. again, on the right track, but he just needed to face the facts. no way was he going to do better than last year.

so i moved on to the big bag. the one he suggested i save for last. the one that he had obviously tried with all of his might to be better than a car. i opened it with low expectations. it was clear that his efforts would have all been in vain. and that was ok. at least i still have my car from last year.

but when i saw it, i couldn't believe it. i was honestly in shock. how? how on the earth had he managed to find the one, singular gift, that was better than last years?? i don't know how, but he did. yes, he did.

the blanket that has sleeves, people!!!! the SNUGGIE!!! and not just any old snuggie....a leopard print snuggie!!!and let me tell you, it's every bit as wonderful as the commercials make it out to be! i can read my magazine, in the cold, but keeping warm (my arms too!!) thanks to my snuggie! and don't even get me started on the fantastic book light that comes with it!

that's right...a reading light!! that clips on!! and all i do is push a button, and up and out it comes, all mechanical like...lighting up the words for my enjoyment...while i sit. snug as a bug in a snuggie.

happy birthday to me, indeed!!

honesty is the best policy

ok, here's the story.

a few weeks ago, my friend marci and i decided we needed a little girls day out day out for the big girls. so we headed to a somewhat near by town to do some antiquing.

we only made it to one store, because we got a little caught up in the clothes. i don't know how it happened. i've never been much of an antique clothes shopper, but there were a couple of things that caught my eye.

so...i tried them on. one fit and one didn't.

i showed marci. we discussed. and it was decided that i'd just have to buy the dress. all it needed was to have the sleeves taken up a bit, and the length brought up to a more flattering level, and i'd be set.

i came home, went upstairs, put the dress on unbeknownst to juC, and came downstairs to show him. he looked at me. i smiled. he looked some more. "it's...vintage."

my heart was broken.

but then i remembered that he's a boy who has a lot of tools and a big truck, so what does he know about fashion.

so i'm bringing it here for some more opinions. what do you think? taking the alterations that will be done into account...