Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Hair Curling

After trying to get my wavy hair to hold a curl and failing I started searching the web and found this. It's worth a try.


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Back to School (almost)

I'm not ready for school to start yet. The weekly bleaching of white uniform shirts. Early mornings. Fighting my kid to get out of bed, get dressed, brush her hair. I'm not ready! On the other hand her going back to school means I can go to the gym in the morning.

I guess I should go pull out her school supplies and write her name on them.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


My miniature shpeepers. og moved her hair bbefore I could snap a picture. I'm not sure how she sees through all that. 
There are those peepers.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Mobile Post

It's a whole new world. I've wished many times I could post on here from my phone, but it wouldn't let me. Of course by the time I'm near a computer the funny thing either isn't funny anymore or I don't care to hash it out. But now!

Bring on the mobile post which are bond to be filled with misspellings and rambling, incomplete thoughts. It seems when sending a message from my phone and changing gears mid sentence not everything makes the correction. Oh well...

Wednesday, February 12, 2014


It's cold outside. My throat is slightly sore. I'm tired. I need to go grocery shopping. My foot, leg, shoulder, hand is sore. I have a headache. I don't have anything clean to wear. I don't have time for that today. I have an appointment. I pulled a muscle. I didn't sleep at all last night. I need to organize the playroom, kitchen, living room. I need to finish a project. I just don't want to go.

There's so many reasons I can talk myself out of going to the gym.  Unfortunately, excuses don't burn calories.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

To Many Babies

We need to slow down the baby train.  Between Neal and I we've had three cousins give birth in the last six and a half months and five more will have babies over the next 6-7 months.  This is getting excessive...

I was talking to a friend recently.  She wanted to know if or when she gets pregnant if she should tell me.  I have to wonder if this is a common thought people have.  It's not the first time baby news has been hidden from me.  Just in case anyone is wondering it's better to tell those of us your news up front.  Perhaps even in private before you announce it to the world.  We need to know you care enough about our feelings to allow us a few moments to process the news.  It doesn't mean we're jealous.  It doesn't mean we're not happy for you.  It just means we need a moment to digest the news.  If we smile, but don't just for joy, don't take it personal; we're still digesting.  Every time a family member or someone I'm close to announces they're pregnant, I have to check my feels.  You all may find this excessive and unnecessary, but it's part of the coping process.  I ask myself how I feel about the pregnancy and really go through my feelings.  It's like checking the moister in your flower pots.  Test each one to make sure it's good and you move on. Most of the time I come to that I'm okay with it.  I've found if I check my feelings first, they don't blindside me later. 

Recently I spoke with someone who was never able to have children of her own.  She said, "You can feel perfectly fine.  A year, three years go by and suddenly the feelings pop up."  I appreciate having her in my life.  She's one of the few people I see often who understands this crazy world of infertility.  One of the ladies who helped me Sunday shared her story.  I knew she had a third grader because he was in my Children's Church class last year.  Assumed she had adult children, but it turns out her son is the one and only.  She was told she would never have children and he's the happy little blessing they got nine years ago.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Blah, Blah, Blah

My blog has been sitting here while I debate about a pending post; Kaitlyn Joy's likes.  Yeah she likes stuff.  Who cares?  I'll let the grandparents scramble.  Actually they seem to have it figured out even though we live hundreds of miles apart.  I'll give one hint to anyone looking for a gift she'll love that won't break the bank.  She likes the kids craft kits that you can find at every craft store.  The bonus is craft stores typically have coupons making the kits $8-$12.  Target puts them on sale often enough and Wal-Mart... well they sell them, but I've never seen them on sale.  They all have bags you can color, necklaces to make, sewing and painting projects.  All a winner with Kaitlyn Joy.

On to real life now.  I'm having one of those nights where I debate about posting something on Facebook, but can't decide what.  I guess that means I really need something to do.  On a random not, Neal's birthday is in 20 days, Kaitlyn Joy's is in 38 days and Christmas is in 39 days.  Some days it feels like time is dragging by and then I find myself almost a month away from Christmas.  Of course this means Neal will be home for R&R soon.  This is the longest he's ever been away.  It's time.  Kaitlyn Joy asked me three times today how many more days it will be until he gets home.

My almost 7 year old has shot up 2" since Neal left.  Next summer she should be able to ride everything at a Six Flags theme park.  Unfortunately the one nearest to us seems to have their lines slightly higher than they say.  She may need to grow 4.5" instead of 3.5" just to make sure she hits the line.  If nothing else Neal will be home so I'll get to ride everything.  By the way she's 50.5"; 89% for girls her age.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Nail Polish Woes

On Saturday I pulled out the nail polish to replace the polish on my toes I had removed earlier in the week.  While painting mine I also touched up Kaitlyn Joy's toes that I had just painted the day before.  She had managed to knock half the paint off of one big toe.  So here I go, base coat, color, color, top coat, all done.  I head downstairs cautioning Kj to be careful not to mess up her nails.  I sit on the couch and immediately I have a fur ball, Maggie, snuggle up between my feet.  I made her move, but it was to late.  The polish on both big toes was messed up. =/  That dog!  I didn't fix it before church.  To top it all off Kj messed up her polish too.  Perhaps I should replace hers before gymnastics tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Like Father Like Daughter

As much as they like to deny it, Kaitlyn Joy and Neal are a lot alike.  Since Neal's been off playing in the "sandbox" Kj has been taking his place in leaving shoes out in dark places.  Tell me it's not fun to stumble into your garage, catching yourself a split second before you fall off the landing onto the garage floor.  I mean really, that's totally awesome.  At least Neal and Kj seem to think it's awesome.  I jump out and scare them, they leave shoes out for me to trip over.  While pregnant I tripped over Neal's shoes many times in our crazy dark entryway.  And before you ask why I didn't just turn a light on, the only switch was next to the front door.  Instead of sticking his shoes to the side, he would put them right in the walkway even blocking the doorway to the restroom right next to the front door.  I caught the wall many times to prevent myself from falling down.  Now that Neal's gone, Kj is putting her shoes in the middle of the walkway and (grrrrrrrrr) I stumble over them all the time.  I step out into a dark garage and (BAMB) I'm grabbing the door frame to keep from falling off the landing.

So last night...  I'm laying in bed when Kj suddenly comes in saying something.  I asked what was wrong and she couldn't tell me.  I told her she should go back to bed so off she went.  I hollered after her saying to turn off the lights, but she didn't respond.  I had to get up and do it myself.  When I got to her room she was already asleep.  Tonight when she was going to bed I was giving her a hard time about getting out of bed and not turning the lights off.  She didn't know what I was talking about.  Of course.  Like father, like daughter.  I told her what she did and she kept saying she didn't do it.  That's what Neal says too.

Sunday, July 28, 2013


Kj: "This dog is so hairy you can't see it's eyes." (stuffed animal)
Me: "Daddy's head is so hairy you can't see his bald spot."  (Neal)
Kj: Laughing, "That's funny!  Don't you think that's funny?"
Me: "Let's pray."

She was laying in bed ready to go to sleep.