I'm in Ohio. PF Changs. Archivers. Peanut butter cup cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. Plus, the guy at CF added an extra shot to my non-CF latte...'cause he thought I was cute. And the best part? I get paid to do this.
I really don't understand how they rebuild an entire house in such a short period of time. I can only begin to imagine the cost involved. I work on a much smaller scale...
This weekend was Extreme Closet Makeover in my scraproom. Prior to this makeover, said closet was just a repository for things that we really didn't need but for some reason hadn't tossed. Things like a word processor...a big, bulky before-computers-were-affordable word processor. And a scanner that stopped scanning several years ago. And the grey leather jacket that I bought in high school when oversized mens jackets were somehow okay for girls to wear (likely b/c they just made you look like you were wearing your boyfriend's leather jacket). Anyway. We emptied the closet, sketched out what I wanted the end result to be, and headed for Home Depot. Uhm...who knew closet stuff was so expensive?? Geez! But, now that it's done....it was so worth it! Here's a little tour of my newly cleaned & organized scraproom & closet: 1) view of my room from the computer desk 2) the right side of the closet...the drawers hold wrapping/packaging supplies 3) the left side of the closet...so nice to have my patterned paper behind closed doors! 4)misc embellishments - sorted by color (I have a good memory for brands, so I don't leave anything in it's original pkg). A few other details for scrapbooking types reading that might notice these things...the shoe organizer hanging on the wall holds chipboard letters & shapes, the orange & green binders in the closet hold rub-ons, sorted by alphas vs. other stuff, and the white bins in the closet hold adhesive, punches, and large chipboard letters.
no, I mean literally (okay, and figuratively, too...but let's not go there)...
Meet my new Crumpler bag. The 6 million dollar home. I would have posted it sooner, but I had to downsize a bit. Explanation: Rob knew that I had a credit at a local camera shop, and also knew that I wanted a bigger camera bag than the 4M home that I have. So...he decided to get me a new bag for Mother's Day. Knowing which bag I wanted, and where to get it, he headed to the shop. Once there, he decided that bigger is better (side note...why don't guys apply this logic consistently? funny how they'll whip out the "size doesn't matter" argument when convenient, eh? anyway...), and he bought the 7M home. It was HUGE. I couldn't see lugging it around on a daily basis, so I every-so-sweetly asked if he'd mind exchanging it. They had to order the color that I wanted, and it finally came in yesterday. It's big enough to hold my camera body w/lens attached, plus my other 2 lenses...and there's still room for the flash that I'll buy eventually.
Little bits of strangeness in my week - just thinking that the universe is messing with me a bit, and likely getting a chuckle out of it.
I got a call yesterday afternoon from Rob, saying "The school just called. Austin got hurt." Note to the few male readers of my blog...DO NOT DO THIS. Don't lead with that info. Insert a comment about "I'm sure everything is fine" or "it's no big deal, but..." Anyway, after I called the pediatrician. Of course I am the one who called...I am the one who was farthest away and had no first hand knowledge of the injury...completely logical that I would call. But I digress. After being advised that he should take some ibuprofen & apply ice for an hour, then head to the ER if he was still in pain....I told Rob that I would check in w/in a 1/2 hour to see if I needed to leave work. 1/2 hour later, I checked in, and Rob said "I don't know why we're waiting...he's going to need x-rays." So, being the concerned Mom that I am, I hurriedly finished up some work things, and headed out...when I got 1/2 way home, I called to check in again to see if they wanted me to meet them at home or the ER. Guess what? Miraculous recovery. No ER req'd. So glad I left with such urgency.
Also having these wacky dreams...for example, last night, I dreamed that I was driving to work, but that I fell asleep at some point, and when I woke up (still on the road...'cause I'm a really good driver, apparently), I was lost. I kept seeing a street sign that said Poer Road. I have no idea what that means. But that damn street sign kept popping up. What the heck? Another dream that I had this week was that we were living in an apartment with CZ, Dan, and fam ...for no particular reason. Setting up house with a scrap-celeb is a new level of obsession, no?
I think that the universe is also getting a kick out of how many times I've walked into a store or my house this week while still wearing my sunglasses. For the very first time, I purchased prescription sunglasses...and now I forget to switch to my regular glasses when I get out of the car. Maybe it makes me look cool?
~ is brutally honest with me when I need it (ie "that cinnamon bun will look lovely on your thighs" and "why are you still talking to that whackjob?")
~ makes me laugh every single day (ie "guess what I found in my toilet today?")
~ is a great mom to Lukey & Cam
~ turns 35 today (yes, I just put your age out there for everyone to see!)
~ now has a blog (APPLAUSE! APPLAUSE!) : So Much To Say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECKY!!!
here's the layout that I did for the CK contest at CKC...journaling reads: this is it...your first year of high school. so many choices lie ahead of you...so many paths, so many opportunities. I hope that you take risks, follow your heart, and embrace every day. No matter what direction you head in, know that I'll be right there with you. Always.
CKC Manchester ...good friends, good times, good margaritas. I fervently believe in women taking the time to take care of themselves...and sometimes, a weekend away with girlfriends at a scrapbooking convention is what a girl wants, and what a girl needs. Highlights:
1. Winning is so much better in pairs! I am so beyond excited that my awesome friend Lori (who I would link, but she hasn't blogged since about 1985, ahem) won the Simple Scrapbooks layout contest...Definitely Simple. I am SOOOO freakin' proud of you, Lori! We are definitely going to celebrate....soon!! And it was even MORE fun b/c I got to stand next to her for a photo op when I won the Creating Keepsakes layout contest...Defining Moments. Here we are with our prize bundles of great books:
2. Gina Macaroni. Words can't describe how much I love this girl. Only this girl can keep her composure when a PRIEST walks up and asks for directions while we are pouring margaritas into travel mugs in a parking garage before a crop. I'm not even kidding. I'm surprised she didn't offer the Father a drink...
3. Hangin' with these girls: Paula, Debi, Suzy, and Debbie. Drinks that glow in the dark. Yummy mexican food. Grey's Anatomy analysis. Cheering as Suzy outed HOFer Paula in a class. I feel like I'm sitting at the cool kids table when I'm with these girls...
4. Did I mention margaritas?
5. What trip outside VT is complete without a trip to Target? Funny how Gina & I had to drive 3 hours to find some necessities for our bathrooms. (note to Colleen & Billie: see that? taking pictures in Target...are you impressed with my public display of photographer-ness?)
thanks. y'all are good people.
Yesterday was an ordinary day. Maybe even on the good side of ordinary. I started the day out on time...which is shocking. Work was good...a few fires to put out, but nothing that I can't handle. Emailed with Beck. Talked to Gina. Traded voice mails with Lori. Left work around 6:00 after an issue came up, and stopped by home to get a fleece for the baseball game. And from there...my day went south. In a hurry.
As I went upstairs & passed the living room, I saw clothes. All over the floor. Not on the couch...which is the bad habit that we're all guilty of...throwing clothes from the dryer on the couch until they're folded. But on the effin' FLOOR. I was instantly so angry, I couldn't see straight. I stopped, folded all the clothes, and headed down the hall to put a stack in Hope's room. There, I saw the clothes that she had JUST gotten in the mail (ordered for her birthday) yesterday under a pile of lord-knows-what on her bed. Anger increases. As I stomp back through the house, I just got more upset. I am not a perfect housekeeper. I don't have impossible standards. And granted, my cleaning lady has been sick, so it's been 2 weeks since anyone dusted or vaccuumed. BUT. Clothes on the living room floor, clutter all over the house, and random dishes all over the kitchen were more than I could handle. **edited to add: by the way...it was NOT Hope who threw the clothes on the living room floor (and it wasn't Austin either).
I won't bore you with the rest of the gory details of the night. Plenty of yelling. Lots of tears. Harsh realizations that I can't measure up to all of those perfect moms/wives who kiss their kids/husband as they get on the bus/in the car each morning & then spend the day keeping the house, planning balanced meals, and doing all the perfect mommy/wifey things that they do. Failure, party of one...your table is ready. So for those of you reading that enjoy watching me fall (and yes, there are at least a few)....enjoy the view.