Gangsta SPT

Just as a disclaimer. . . this picture is horrid! But Alaina wanted to take a pic of mommy at Josh's wedding, and she loves the gangsta pose. So there you have it. Not very flattering.

The wedding on the other hand, was awesome. It was a beautiful day for December 20th. . . where else but AZ could you have a nice outdoor wedding in the middle of the winter?

Sometime I will get around to putting up some pics of the wedding cake I made for the occassion. Amanda was sweet enough to make me feel like I was capable, and it didn't turn out half so bad! What the heck. . . Here's a pic. . .

It was very very simple. Haven't had the time to work much on my skills. But I am looking forward to the next chance I get to make a cake. I remember the night before after I put the first layer of frosting on the lower cake. I put enough on to keep the pesty crumbs from showing themselves on the white frosting. I put it in the fridge to set the icing before I put the next layer on. When I went back to get the cake out. . . it came tumbling out. . . landed completely upside down on my kitchen floor. Which is where I found myself split seconds later (well not upside down). Chuck quickly snapped me out of my despair and helped me get it up off the floor. He saved my bacon. . . and the cake turned out beautiful and none the worse for it's topple!

Cracked Open

A distress call from the far corner of the family room. . . "Mooooommmmm! I cracked my head open". Snot running freely from the nose in the couple of seconds it took for him to cross the room to my side.

Normally I feed into their distress. This time I decided to try a bit of humor; maybe it would assuage the crisis at hand. His head was cracked open! Well you know, not really.

"Matt, your head is cracked open? What happened to your brains?"

"They fell out mom." "What will you do without your brains Matt?"

"I guess I will put them back in." Good idea Matt! And guess what?
. . . You're not crying anymore.

Love 2 Love

So I stole this idea from 2CleverBlog. But I wanted to share some things I love to love when no one else is looking -- or especially when others are looking.

Warm Jr Mints. . . my kids love them too. I love that they love them.

Peeling skin. . .mine or someone elses. Love to pick it off, peel it off. . . see how big a piece I can get.

Hmm hmm. . . the sound my husband makes when he is about to say something he has been chewing on for a while and isn't quite sure he's ready to share it with me yet. I've gotten so I can call him on it.

Post-it Notes . . . eensie weensie, super big, yellow, blue, pink, purple. But only rectangular or square. Forget those annoying shaped ones. . . hearts, stars, lips. . . that bugs.

Pens. . .I buy them whenever I can. But I am particular. . . FINE POINT always. Love the Pilot Retractable and the Staples Brand retractable. I used to hate writing in blue, I don't know why. Now any other color looks weird; 6 years ago when I started working for my dad he insisted on Blue. . . I have since been converted.

Gees. . .did I really waste 5 1/2 sentences on pens?

Well I think that was 5. I'll save the rest for another day!

You got any? Share them!

This One With a Digital Kit

This one was even more fun! I love Shabby Princess!

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

Ok so this didn't turn out exactly as I hoped. Has anybody else ever used smilebox? Is it worth the 5 bucks a month?

Still it was SUPER easy and well worth the 5 minutes it took me to plunk the pictures in!

SPT

So I had been wondering what SPT meant for a long time. Finally, after my slow turtle power brain finally caught up with the rest of the blogger world, I got it. Self Portrait Tuesday. Take a self portrait, post it, share some meaningful insight or something entirely frivolous. Here is to frivolous:

5 Frivolous Face Favorites:

1. my eyes, up close
2. my round cheeks (both sets)
3. my freckles. . . people call them skin tone imperfections, I call them cute and I don't want to cover them up!
4. my nose - from the front, or slightly from the side. But from a profile angle, my nose is too small for my big cheeks.
5. my lips. . . I had someone tell me I had great lips once (not while I was smooching them either) and since then I have had to agree!

Snap INTO It!

Just bought a membership to one of these! Anyone else have one of these cool little places near you? Open 24/7. Just swipe your card and you are in. I am excited. Put the kids down at night and head to the gym for an hour. And then hopefully my Self Portrait Tuesdays will become something pleasing to look at!

Not to mention this little franchise looks like a great investment. Wish I had just a titch more money and time.

Round These Parts

. . . we're in survival mode. Well have been for the last several months. Thus the long absence. Chuck logged on to read my blog the other day and was amazed it had been so long too. I think he sometimes assumes the the cluttered home and 2 day old laundry still sitting in the washing machine is a result of my web surfing. Which by the way hasn't been something I have enjoyed in FOREVER! He quickly assured me he was not assuming anything, rather the picture that heads my blog was explanation enough.

See, for a while I have been teetering at the edge of that line. Seemingly against the will of my children, my job, my body, etc. And while my body is bent over that line backward like a wet noodle, my feet are miraculously still planted on this side of sanity.

And my kids are happy, my paying job is still largely neglected, and I am always and forever indebted to my husband who comes home from long tedious teenage tending days to make us dinner.