My favorite part of everyday with my little one is when "Boo" comes up to me in the morning and we snuggle. Every morning I say, " Good morning my best girl. I love you so much" and in return she says,
"Mommy I love you" while her little hands are around my neck. I ask her every time, " You do?" and she always replies,"I do, I do!"
Sometimes I even get a, " You're my best mommy in the whoooole world" Those days are my absolute favorite and I know in spite of all my doubts, I must be doing something right.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Inside my head for a minute...
I was on the phone with a friend and I wasn't pay attention... She caught me and said, I would LOVE to be in your head for a bit...So here I will give you ONE minute inside my head...I am timing this (luckily I type almost as fast as I think)
Enjoy.. it goes on like this all day and through out most of the night... Not even medication can stop this...
- 8:03 Lissi has 7 minutes till the bus
- Thank god its breakfast for lunch today and I don't have to make a sandwich for her
- Tea is ready
- Who ever thought of ice cube trays was genius
- I really should get in the shower
- Is she done in there? I want to take a shower
- I have to get mom
- I have to cancel bible study
- Have to get Lissi an outfit for all county chorus
- Will the food coloring be off Tay's face by Sat
- I am missing garage sales Saturday
- I have to pack up that order to the UK
- Why aren't I selling much lately at MushMonkey
- I should mop the floors
- Christian Grey
- I hope my books come soon
- Christian Grey
- I need to plant those seeds
- Is the camera charged
- I need to be on the beach badly
- I need a new bathing suit
- I should really start working out
- YEA RIGHT
- Maybe its all the sugar in my tea that makes me feel chubbster
- Sure its not all the brownies... LOL
- I miss Nanny
- I should call her
- She's not up yet
- 8:04 Lissi has 6 minutes till bus
- Gotta text Jess good morning
- Wonder how my other kiddies are?
- White Bright... I need some, best laundry whitener EVER
- Have to send in payment for booth at flea market
- Pull the pails in
- Wonder when moms gonna call
- Shower is free
- crap now I am typing thought and have to wait another minute to get in
- Haven't heard from Fool in a few days
- K I love you have a good day Liss
- I should paint that furniture in the garage while mom is here to help
- Taylor is too quiet right now
- Nursery school, have to call about registration
- Have to hide 50 shades of grey so Liss doesn't come across it
- We should get a cow and some chickens
- That documentary scared me
- He really butchered the cherry blossom tree yesterday
- I need to rearrange the furniture on the first floor
- Shit I have to pick up that table at Gina's
- Mmmm first sip of tea, I love tea
- Thinks its cause I'm English?
- I wish tea was easier to make like in a coffee pot, less steps just brew and be done
- I hate dipping the tea bag
- I wish Dunkin Donuts was closer, tea tastes so much better when someone else makes it
- Why doesn't dunkin donuts sell tea bags?
- Beach
- Girls weekend, we have been talking about it, we should plan it, I will call everyone later
- What should I wear today, god I don't want to straighten my hair
- I wish I had Lissi's hair
- Tay needs a hair cut, gotta make an appointment
- I need my roots done
Enjoy.. it goes on like this all day and through out most of the night... Not even medication can stop this...
Monday, April 16, 2012
Creative Outlets
I am creative by nature. I want to make a million things at any given time. I want to blog, host parties, open my own store, keep the perfect house, plant a beautiful garden, refinish furniture, re-arrange furniture, pretty much anything to do with decorating and creating beauty where I live.
Why? Cause I am good at it. I am not saying that to be cocky, but I am damn good at it. My brain sees things others don't. If I am in your house, bet your ass I am re-arranging your furniture in my head and silently decorating and painting your house from top to bottom. It's not that I don't like your decor ( I might not like it but I would never tell you) but that's what my brain does. It's a sickness I think sometimes. I pick up a little bird figurine or see a damn spoon and create a whole room and color scheme off of that one item.
Better Homes and Gardens is my bible... When most girls were reading YM or Seventeen Magazine I was already idolizing Martha Stewart and hoarding Ikea Catalogs ( Don't judge, I was 15) and BHG. I have hundreds of them. I take pages out and keep them in manila folders... I take pieces here and there and use that as a jumping off and turn it into my own idea.
But I can't do bathrooms. I don't know what it is that my brain cant see in them but I just cant plan them out.
I'll help you down to the color of the drawer organizer to hold your panties, but don't ask me what color to do your bathroom and don't even think about asking me about tile. I can't see it, that's where the brain goes blank.
My goal in life is to be in Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Wearing an obnoxiously preppy almost nautical outfit Why, you ask me again? Because I like stripes in my clothes. I look good in stripes and I like navy blue with white and yellow. Plus I love the ocean. Enough said.
Lately I have been itching. Itching to do SOMETHING in my house to make an impact. Just cleaning it everyday is no longer satisfying my urge. I bought new towels, that held me for like a second till the kids messed them up , fresh spring linens on the beds, that helped me for an hour... Re-arranged my glass front cabinets in the kitchen but nothing is fulfilling this appetite to decorate. It's like a physical pain I feel when I am unable to have my outlet.
SIDE NOTE : I think this is why I like to get a new apartment almost every single year, it was something new to decorate and organize and arrange... and why buying a house scared the hell out of me, I knew I would get restless.
But my living room, my home's center piece, my heart, is calling to me... Finish me... Make me beautiful... Tell your child to stop drawing on my walls so you can get new furniture already...and don't even get me started on that pathetic excuse of an area rug, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG THIS ROOM IS?And you with your crappy ass little rug. Pffft, step up your game already Miss. I am a damn good decorator.
Oh yes it mocks me.
My living room windows are shouting... We need COLOR. We are boring and bare. Yea you made us nice blah curtains but we want to stand out, we deserve to, we are the most beautiful windows on the BLOCK ( it's technically a road, but I am from LI so it's still a block to me) and we need to be dressed up. MAKE US SOMETHING PRETTY WON'T YA, LAY?
And that BIG empty space between the living room and the dining room is taunting me daily yelling " Your husband is a carpenter, built ins woman, get the man to make some freaking built ins... Use your lady powers of persuasion... We need shelves with lots of books and maybe a big ol' clock and lots of art work and more birds, you love birds don't ya?"
Oh your house doesn't talk to you? Mine does. But it's past the point of polite suggestions, it's screaming at me now. All I can say is I know, I know, I am trying, I am getting there, Taylor only grows so fast, Trish can only make things so quickly, THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH MONEY, even with the 2nd hand, making it myself, garage sales and thrifting... Hey HOUSE, do I look like Donald Trump to you? Oh you thought those were my pockets over flowing with hundreds, sorry you must have mistaken someone else on the street for me... But did you see where wind blew some of those bills cause Momma needs decorate something...
If I had to compare it, it's like an addict looking for their next fix.
If I was single and had no kids, I would forgo food to decorate. Most women would do that for purses and shoes and clothes and don't get me wrong. I love them too, but not as much as I would coming home to a magazine worthy, white couched, airy and organized house.
If I had the money my house would bebeautiful, sick,awesome, A- wait for it- MAZING!.
And one day it will be, but for now slow and steady smothers the creative brain and ups the OCD meds...
So the "conversation" with my house continues...but if I don't get a room finished soon or get to make an impact somewhere to satisfy this urge, I might just be caught in the middle of the night with a paint brush and a color I will regret in the morning....
Why? Cause I am good at it. I am not saying that to be cocky, but I am damn good at it. My brain sees things others don't. If I am in your house, bet your ass I am re-arranging your furniture in my head and silently decorating and painting your house from top to bottom. It's not that I don't like your decor ( I might not like it but I would never tell you) but that's what my brain does. It's a sickness I think sometimes. I pick up a little bird figurine or see a damn spoon and create a whole room and color scheme off of that one item.
Better Homes and Gardens is my bible... When most girls were reading YM or Seventeen Magazine I was already idolizing Martha Stewart and hoarding Ikea Catalogs ( Don't judge, I was 15) and BHG. I have hundreds of them. I take pages out and keep them in manila folders... I take pieces here and there and use that as a jumping off and turn it into my own idea.
But I can't do bathrooms. I don't know what it is that my brain cant see in them but I just cant plan them out.
I'll help you down to the color of the drawer organizer to hold your panties, but don't ask me what color to do your bathroom and don't even think about asking me about tile. I can't see it, that's where the brain goes blank.
My goal in life is to be in Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Wearing an obnoxiously preppy almost nautical outfit Why, you ask me again? Because I like stripes in my clothes. I look good in stripes and I like navy blue with white and yellow. Plus I love the ocean. Enough said.
Lately I have been itching. Itching to do SOMETHING in my house to make an impact. Just cleaning it everyday is no longer satisfying my urge. I bought new towels, that held me for like a second till the kids messed them up , fresh spring linens on the beds, that helped me for an hour... Re-arranged my glass front cabinets in the kitchen but nothing is fulfilling this appetite to decorate. It's like a physical pain I feel when I am unable to have my outlet.
SIDE NOTE : I think this is why I like to get a new apartment almost every single year, it was something new to decorate and organize and arrange... and why buying a house scared the hell out of me, I knew I would get restless.
But my living room, my home's center piece, my heart, is calling to me... Finish me... Make me beautiful... Tell your child to stop drawing on my walls so you can get new furniture already...and don't even get me started on that pathetic excuse of an area rug, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG THIS ROOM IS?And you with your crappy ass little rug. Pffft, step up your game already Miss. I am a damn good decorator.
Oh yes it mocks me.
My living room windows are shouting... We need COLOR. We are boring and bare. Yea you made us nice blah curtains but we want to stand out, we deserve to, we are the most beautiful windows on the BLOCK ( it's technically a road, but I am from LI so it's still a block to me) and we need to be dressed up. MAKE US SOMETHING PRETTY WON'T YA, LAY?
And that BIG empty space between the living room and the dining room is taunting me daily yelling " Your husband is a carpenter, built ins woman, get the man to make some freaking built ins... Use your lady powers of persuasion... We need shelves with lots of books and maybe a big ol' clock and lots of art work and more birds, you love birds don't ya?"
Oh your house doesn't talk to you? Mine does. But it's past the point of polite suggestions, it's screaming at me now. All I can say is I know, I know, I am trying, I am getting there, Taylor only grows so fast, Trish can only make things so quickly, THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH MONEY, even with the 2nd hand, making it myself, garage sales and thrifting... Hey HOUSE, do I look like Donald Trump to you? Oh you thought those were my pockets over flowing with hundreds, sorry you must have mistaken someone else on the street for me... But did you see where wind blew some of those bills cause Momma needs decorate something...
If I had to compare it, it's like an addict looking for their next fix.
If I was single and had no kids, I would forgo food to decorate. Most women would do that for purses and shoes and clothes and don't get me wrong. I love them too, but not as much as I would coming home to a magazine worthy, white couched, airy and organized house.
If I had the money my house would be
And one day it will be, but for now slow and steady smothers the creative brain and ups the OCD meds...
So the "conversation" with my house continues...but if I don't get a room finished soon or get to make an impact somewhere to satisfy this urge, I might just be caught in the middle of the night with a paint brush and a color I will regret in the morning....
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