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Today was Monday, which mean gymnastics in our world. So we take Ci to gymnastics after Josie slept for about half an hour. Which mean chaos in our world because that kid needs to nap. We sat upstairs with all of the other parents. It seems like more people were there today than normal and we had to sit in the bleachers. So Josie was unhappy and digging through my purse and screaming at random old ladies as we're watching Ci practice. And I'm doing a pretty good job keeping my cool and keeping her as quiet as possible when all of a sudden my bra strap (the over the shoulder strap) snaps. And it snaps BIG! I should also mention that I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt, a light weight sleeveless shirt. And we all know that poor strap was holding it all together and that when it snapped it all fell apart. I couldn't even move. I had serious boobie droop and I was frozen there in front of all of these people with a screaming two year old. I finally realized that I couldn't sit there pretending that my one boob wasn't hanging out any longer and I scooped Josie up and got myself to the bathroom. I attempted to tie my bra strap back together because even though my purse weighs about twenty pounds there was NOTHING in there to hold my bra together. Needless to say, I put some safety pins in there when I got home. Geez.
That's all I have tonight. I think that's enough....
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Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
When you're dumb, you gotta be tough....
16.
This week Chirs moved my laundry room so I can FINALLY have a REAL sewing room. YAY!!!! So I decided that I needed to help but since I can't install plumbing or run wiring I just pretty much supervised all week. Until Friday. Friday I got to help. We were supposed to go out to dinner for our anniversary that night and I had enough time to spray all of these cracks in the floor with that spray foam stuff. So I sprayed. And sprayed. And I thought I was doing a real bang up job, especially since I was smoothing it out with my hand as I went.... Then Chris walks in and says "You know you're not supposed to get that on your skin, don't you?" Well, NO.... I didn't know that. But I figure it's just going to wash off and he's being dramatic. So I finish foaming everything up and go wash my hands. But it doesn't wash off. Not only does it not wash off but it gets even more sticky. So sticky that when I pick up a towel the towel sticks to my hands. Uh Oh. So I break out the paint thinner. Paint thinner gets everything off.... except super sticky spray foam. Nothing. Not even a little better. So I start freaking out a little. I could handle something stuck to my hands, but not being able to touch anything without sticking to it was HORRIBLE! And so I decided to let the crap dry. And it dried. And my hands looked like I had contracted some nasty disease. Actually I've been peeling the glue stuff off and scrubbing my hands with a pumice stone for two days and I still have some glue on them. I am a moron. So if you were thinking about using spray foam be sure you don't scrape it up with your bare hands. Because that is a pretty stupid idea.
17.
I have nearly as many Halloween decorations as I do Christmas decorations. I realized this after cleaning out ((again)) the laundry room (the NEW laundry room... YAY!). How did that even happen? So I have to throw some stuff out. I have all kinds of crap. Who needs three HUGE bins of Halloween decorations? I guess I do, kinda. But not really.
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This crazy woman is one happy chicka! Pin It
This week Chirs moved my laundry room so I can FINALLY have a REAL sewing room. YAY!!!! So I decided that I needed to help but since I can't install plumbing or run wiring I just pretty much supervised all week. Until Friday. Friday I got to help. We were supposed to go out to dinner for our anniversary that night and I had enough time to spray all of these cracks in the floor with that spray foam stuff. So I sprayed. And sprayed. And I thought I was doing a real bang up job, especially since I was smoothing it out with my hand as I went.... Then Chris walks in and says "You know you're not supposed to get that on your skin, don't you?" Well, NO.... I didn't know that. But I figure it's just going to wash off and he's being dramatic. So I finish foaming everything up and go wash my hands. But it doesn't wash off. Not only does it not wash off but it gets even more sticky. So sticky that when I pick up a towel the towel sticks to my hands. Uh Oh. So I break out the paint thinner. Paint thinner gets everything off.... except super sticky spray foam. Nothing. Not even a little better. So I start freaking out a little. I could handle something stuck to my hands, but not being able to touch anything without sticking to it was HORRIBLE! And so I decided to let the crap dry. And it dried. And my hands looked like I had contracted some nasty disease. Actually I've been peeling the glue stuff off and scrubbing my hands with a pumice stone for two days and I still have some glue on them. I am a moron. So if you were thinking about using spray foam be sure you don't scrape it up with your bare hands. Because that is a pretty stupid idea.
17.
I have nearly as many Halloween decorations as I do Christmas decorations. I realized this after cleaning out ((again)) the laundry room (the NEW laundry room... YAY!). How did that even happen? So I have to throw some stuff out. I have all kinds of crap. Who needs three HUGE bins of Halloween decorations? I guess I do, kinda. But not really.
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
One, two, three strikes your out.....
Confession 13
I should be way past 13 by now.... geez. How have I been blogging my "confessions" for months and only be at 13? It's not like I'm giving away secrets here! So 13 can be that I often start things I don't finish. There, I said it. Out loud. Not that this is any surprise to anyone but I feel kind of like I just hung my big granny panties out on the front porch. It's not just the blog. It is the never ending story of my life. Sewing projects have stacked up for years. This is shameful. My back flower bed is only half weeded as I sit here and type. I am a starter. I love to start things. I'm just bad at the "finishing". And I'm working on it, I'm seriously trying to be better. But it is tough because it is so freaking hard!
14
There are these moments in my life that are honestly perfect and they come so infrequently that when they happen I am blown away. I don't know if anyone even knows what I mean, but I mean those moments when you JUST KNOW that this is what life is about. You know you will remember and cherish the moment forever. Tonight I had one of those moments. It was nothing spectacular, but it happened and I am thankful for it. I can remember other moments like this one. A snapshot of my feet hanging out of a car window on a hot afternoon in the middle of nowhere. Sitting under an oak tree at Monetvallo. Watching Caroline feed herself peas when she was still a baby. Nursing Josie back to sleep at two am and being happy to do so. Tonight it was singing. In the car tonight we all sang the abc song. Nothing special, just singing. And for the first time in a long time it felt like the world stopped and I must say, life was pretty good. Pin It
I should be way past 13 by now.... geez. How have I been blogging my "confessions" for months and only be at 13? It's not like I'm giving away secrets here! So 13 can be that I often start things I don't finish. There, I said it. Out loud. Not that this is any surprise to anyone but I feel kind of like I just hung my big granny panties out on the front porch. It's not just the blog. It is the never ending story of my life. Sewing projects have stacked up for years. This is shameful. My back flower bed is only half weeded as I sit here and type. I am a starter. I love to start things. I'm just bad at the "finishing". And I'm working on it, I'm seriously trying to be better. But it is tough because it is so freaking hard!
14
There are these moments in my life that are honestly perfect and they come so infrequently that when they happen I am blown away. I don't know if anyone even knows what I mean, but I mean those moments when you JUST KNOW that this is what life is about. You know you will remember and cherish the moment forever. Tonight I had one of those moments. It was nothing spectacular, but it happened and I am thankful for it. I can remember other moments like this one. A snapshot of my feet hanging out of a car window on a hot afternoon in the middle of nowhere. Sitting under an oak tree at Monetvallo. Watching Caroline feed herself peas when she was still a baby. Nursing Josie back to sleep at two am and being happy to do so. Tonight it was singing. In the car tonight we all sang the abc song. Nothing special, just singing. And for the first time in a long time it felt like the world stopped and I must say, life was pretty good. Pin It
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