Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Color lovin'
This pile of coral, aqua and grey makes me happy.
So I'm craftin.
I have a new niece coming and she needs some pretty little things.
stay tuned.
I think I might just throw some coral pillows on my bed. Coral is my signature color.
(said in my most southern (cali) accent)
I think I'm going to make a rustic sign that says we are so good together, to hang amongst the pics. We'll see.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Shoes
I went to the Adidas Tent sale the other day. I was really at getting gas at Costco, for $3.61...HOLLA!
(No really, that is a fabulous price for gas around here, and the way my car drinks it like it is water. A girl has got to go where the deals are hot!)
So speaking of hot deals, I'm at the Adidas outlet and spy these cute little things for my little Tater. Oldielocks had a pair of ghetto supastar ones back in the day, and all three of the girls wore them. These little green numbers took me quickly down memory lane and I snatched them up like gravy and biscuits. They were only $15. Swoon went my wallet.
Bright coral and black? Come to mama!
I ripped off my left sandal and threw the filler paper to the ground.
I scrambled my funky toes into those bad boys so fast, and fell.in.love.
Meet Coralina and Coraline.
I took them to the counter, sold my firstborn and a kidney and went home.
As I am driving home, my kiddos are playing with the shoes.
Oldielocks is sitting next to me and says
"You wear a size 7? My feet are way bigger."
I'm sorry-what?!?!?!?! I wear an 8. 8 8 8 EIGHT.
I nearly hit the nearest pidgeon as I whip those shoes into my hands and to my utter horror-
the inside tag says 7. SEVEN.
what.the.fun.suckin.horrible.sadness.of.a.hot.mess.shoes do I have right now?
A WHOLE SIZE SMALLER?
The tag said 8. I swear on it.
They ripped the tag off. Conspiracy I cry.
But even better,
to kick me when I'm down...
All sales are final.
I could just kick my own ass for not trying on the right foot too. When I got home,
I tried them on BOTH feet. The right is a little tight.
But I am frikkin Cinderella and these are my Prince Charmings and by golly, they will work out with me every day.
Cuz forty dollars later........
I am stuck. With pretty shoes and cramped toes.
Who doesn't try on both shoes?!?!?
Lame.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
popcorn
"hey mom, want to hear my song?"
"sure thing."
"it's about popcorn."
"Cool- sing away."
"pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
(waiting for any other word other than pop)
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
ppppooooppp ppppoooopppp ppppooooopppp pppppoooopppp
pop pop pop pop pop
( I totally think the next word will be pop. I wonder if I am right)
Pop (yes, yes I am)
pop pop pop pop pop
"That was great Baloney, very good."
"pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pop
pop
pop
pop
pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
(is this kid serious? Where the dr. seuss did I fail that my 6 year old cannot sing a song that has any other possible word in it... than pop? I suck. I suck miserably and feel free to throw Chicka Chicka Boom Boom at me or something. Hell, I might do it myself, if this song keeps going.)
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pp oo pp ppoopp pp oo pp pppoooppp
pop
pop
pop pop pop pop
(this is the song that never ends..... it goes on and on my friends....)
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pppppooooopppppp ppppooooopppppp pppppppooooopppp
(I think my kid hates me......)
pop pop
pop
pop
pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
PPPPPPPOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP
PPPPPOOOOOOOOPPPPPPCOOOORRRNNNN ISSSSS AWWESSSOMMEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Yay!!! That was awesome!"
and then I hear...
"I can do it again if you like."
"sure thing."
"it's about popcorn."
"Cool- sing away."
"pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
(waiting for any other word other than pop)
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
ppppooooppp ppppoooopppp ppppooooopppp pppppoooopppp
pop pop pop pop pop
( I totally think the next word will be pop. I wonder if I am right)
Pop (yes, yes I am)
pop pop pop pop pop
"That was great Baloney, very good."
"pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pop
pop
pop
pop
pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
(is this kid serious? Where the dr. seuss did I fail that my 6 year old cannot sing a song that has any other possible word in it... than pop? I suck. I suck miserably and feel free to throw Chicka Chicka Boom Boom at me or something. Hell, I might do it myself, if this song keeps going.)
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
pp oo pp ppoopp pp oo pp pppoooppp
pop
pop
pop pop pop pop
(this is the song that never ends..... it goes on and on my friends....)
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
pppppooooopppppp ppppooooopppppp pppppppooooopppp
(I think my kid hates me......)
pop pop
pop
pop
pop
pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
PPPPPPPOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP
PPPPPOOOOOOOOPPPPPPCOOOORRRNNNN ISSSSS AWWESSSOMMEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Yay!!! That was awesome!"
and then I hear...
"I can do it again if you like."
Friday, July 27, 2012
Tracin' it back
I didn't mean to not blog for a few days but...... I've been busy.
I've been whoring around on ancestry.com.
I'm an extreme genealogy lover.
Love of history, of places, of the past and of family.
I get crazy giddy when I find a match or something new about the people who came before me.
On my mom's side, I can trace them from the plains...
(which cornfields don't excite me, but oh well)
all the way to the east coast.
I vomit heaps of love for all things east coast.
Anne of Green Gables?
Love her.
Big huge farmsteads and country lanes?
Love.
Fall leaves and apple trees?
All my people, for many generations.
I have a small window of research time.
It's been interesting. Many old names like Ezekiel and Prudence.
Or Patience. We have one line, with the name quite similar to the movie-
Meet The Fockers.
Giggle.
But the complete 13 year old boy in me came out when I found out that my Meet The Focker family-
is from Weener, Germany.
Weeeeener!
I've got jokes for days.
So, I've got to get back, I have many more people to find and laughs to have.
I'm off to research Mary Magdalene...another relative of mine. Scandalous!
I've been whoring around on ancestry.com.
I'm an extreme genealogy lover.
Love of history, of places, of the past and of family.
I get crazy giddy when I find a match or something new about the people who came before me.
On my mom's side, I can trace them from the plains...
(which cornfields don't excite me, but oh well)
all the way to the east coast.
I vomit heaps of love for all things east coast.
Anne of Green Gables?
Love her.
Big huge farmsteads and country lanes?
Love.
Fall leaves and apple trees?
All my people, for many generations.
I have a small window of research time.
It's been interesting. Many old names like Ezekiel and Prudence.
Or Patience. We have one line, with the name quite similar to the movie-
Meet The Fockers.
Giggle.
But the complete 13 year old boy in me came out when I found out that my Meet The Focker family-
is from Weener, Germany.
Weeeeener!
I've got jokes for days.
So, I've got to get back, I have many more people to find and laughs to have.
I'm off to research Mary Magdalene...another relative of mine. Scandalous!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
tuesday
hello tuesday.
getting ready to head out and take the kiddos on a bike ride to the duck pond.
and now I have that preschool song stuck in my head
about 5 little ducks.
Got my groceries, having chicken one night, red peppers, corn and glorious ginormous peaches were on sale. I had an avocado and tomato sandwich for lunch. And then Middle and Baloney begged for one too. They loved it, and I'm not surprised because those two will eat fruits and veggies for days.
Did a new work out routine. Had some torture stretches that they call yoga. I flopped over on my face and yelled "pass." I think Jillian yelled back and said "fail!" but I can't be certain. I have been running with the Husband in the afternoons. I'm pretty sure running is for when you are being chased....by a clown... who has a giant fish that he wants you to taste. It.is.not.my.style.
I have to do my Teen Mom recap, failed at last weeks.
oh and the homemade granola came out yumtastic.
getting ready to head out and take the kiddos on a bike ride to the duck pond.
and now I have that preschool song stuck in my head
about 5 little ducks.
Got my groceries, having chicken one night, red peppers, corn and glorious ginormous peaches were on sale. I had an avocado and tomato sandwich for lunch. And then Middle and Baloney begged for one too. They loved it, and I'm not surprised because those two will eat fruits and veggies for days.
Did a new work out routine. Had some torture stretches that they call yoga. I flopped over on my face and yelled "pass." I think Jillian yelled back and said "fail!" but I can't be certain. I have been running with the Husband in the afternoons. I'm pretty sure running is for when you are being chased....by a clown... who has a giant fish that he wants you to taste. It.is.not.my.style.
I have to do my Teen Mom recap, failed at last weeks.
oh and the homemade granola came out yumtastic.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Mad Hatter Birthday on a dollar store budget
My Middle turned the big ten. Double Digits. I am a birthday lover. You betta believe that when someone wakes up on their birthday in the house, it becomes magical. I usually decorate the dining room the night before with whatever their favorite theme is. They get to pick their favorite dinner, and everything that I find special about them, is incorporated in their day. Giving is totally one of my love languages, so I LOVVEEEE to make a huge day of special for the birthday person.
Middle is kind of quirky, and awesomely sweet. Plus one of her nick names is Mad Hatter. What- my kids have nicknames for days. Middle is just in a list of a bajillion names that I call her. In fact, up until this party, Baloney always thought we were calling her the Mad Hattren. When I asked Middle about having a Mad Hatter birthday, she flipped the wonderland out, and was so incredibly excited about the idea. But she didn't want a tea party. Um which is kind of the point, but I went with it. That's what makes the Middle so unique, she puts her own twist on what the should be's and makes them the could be's.
I didn't have tons of money to throw at this, seeing how I have a gaggle of kids, 2 who have birthdays a few days from each other. I hit up the dollar store...and was amazed at how easy this was going to be. To me, the Mad Hatter is vibrant, crazy, funky, whimsical, with a little bit of fancy. Flowers, cards, black and white. I chose yellow, pink, teal, green and bits of purple and then just ran with it.
I made these ruffled streamers I found on pinterest. More importantly from this tutorial. She is a genius. I whipped these up in about 5 minutes and it was magic, watching them ruffle before my very eyes. My new favorite streamer decoration.
This is Middle's banner. I took funky pink zebra wrapping paper, slapped that to the wall, printed out my letters in a Beyond Wonderland font. Took some Joann's cardstock that was 40% off so about 30cents a paper, and then glittered around the outside of the paper to the cardstock for that wonderland glamour feel.
And banner up close.
I used harlequin patterned fabric I got at Joann's. It was $4.99, and I had a 50% coupon. I got a yard, then cut it in half and then half again and used it as a runner on the tables. This table had a dollar store yellow tablecloth underneath. I used various tea pots/cups stacked in the background along the table. The food was a little tough. Because unless you are feeding a bunch of kids, no one wants to come over for mini sandwiches. So sticking with the mini theme, we had mini tacos. With chips, salsa, black beans and rice, deviled eggs, and fruit kabobs. To play on the theme, we printed out "Eat Me" tags and tied them onto the fruit sticks.
So I mentioned Middle didn't care for tea cups. I found small sparkling apple cider bottles for .79c, and Middle LOVES those. And they seemed just perfect for being a special, wonderland style drink. I just wrapped a strip of card stock around the bottle covering the label, and added a "Drink Me" tag with colorful ribbon.
The table inside had a flower table cloth, with the harlequin runner. Joann's had these hideous tulips on sale for 70% off, so for a few bunches it was about $3. I'm glad nobody bough these things so I could. We took empty cans, tied a big pink bow around them, and placed the flowers in it. Then I took pipe cleaners, also found at the dollar store (seriously, I had no clue they had bright fun colored pipe cleaners, I was giddy at the find.) I wrapped them around a pencil and made curly whirly sprigs and put them in the cans as well, to add to the whimsical feel.
Middle and her cake. It was a semi topsy turvy cake, I kind of read the instructions wrong for the first layer, but whatcha gonna do. Middle was delighted, and we used the sparkler candles, so when it was lit up, it looked crazy magical.
A bigger picture of the setting indoors.
Okay so here is some more little details.
(1) I took a 2 pack of playing cards (99c for 2!) and hot glued them to fishing wire and used it as a hanging backdrop behind the food table.
(2) The streamers hung up with dragonfly lights wrapped around the canopy, and I also hung pink and blue pinwheels from the inside.
(3) The tags for the food.
(4) I also made yellow and green ruffle streamers
(5) Found a flower serving tray and took the utensils and placed a dollop of sparkle glue on the ends, just to fancy them up.
(6) My funky assortment of plates and super cute green napkins complete with utensils on it.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Outdoors fella
This boy loves anything outdoors.
Sidewalk chalk all day with a side of bubbles.
If there is a skateboard left out, he stands on it.
Has to have a ball.
"balll balll balll ballll!"
Wagon rides.
Push car rides.
Playing in the playhouse.
playing in the pool.
The beach? Forget about it.
Runs full force into the water,
will sit with a bucket of sand and a shovel,
and just play.
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