10.
There is a cabinet between our front room and our dining room that has been painted shut since we bought our house. Just this week I thought about it and realized I probably need to open it and find out what is in there. I still haven't opened it. I should do that.
11.
I am a nut magnet. Seriously. I think I've said this before but I have to say it again. This isn't really a confession but something that has recently smacked me right in the face harder than ever before. Maybe I should start a new blog and title it "Why do I seek out crazies". For the longest time I've said that they are attracted to me but I'm really beginning to think I seek them out. What on earth is wrong with me? Seriously, what is wrong with me?
12.
I often resort to bribery with my children. That's how I roll.
13.
I need to laugh more.
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
You and me and the devil makes three......
#9
I wait until my children are asleep and then I have something yummy to eat. That's right, I don't like to share. Tonight it was crunchy peanut butter on toast. It's way past time to buy groceries....... This habit is absolutely self defeating since I ran three miles this afternoon just so I could eat crunchy peanut butter toast. Now I feel stupid.
#10
Some days are so crazy and so full of whiney-ness that I threaten to go out and get a real job. Today was one of those days.
So goodnight. Pin It
I wait until my children are asleep and then I have something yummy to eat. That's right, I don't like to share. Tonight it was crunchy peanut butter on toast. It's way past time to buy groceries....... This habit is absolutely self defeating since I ran three miles this afternoon just so I could eat crunchy peanut butter toast. Now I feel stupid.
#10
Some days are so crazy and so full of whiney-ness that I threaten to go out and get a real job. Today was one of those days.
So goodnight. Pin It
Sunday, May 15, 2011
And another confession (#6 or 7, I think):
If you leave your 2 year old and a sheet of stickers in a room together for about 40 seconds then you will have a two year old who is completely covered in stickers. From head, to toe. And then you will have to peel each one of these stickers off while she screams so loud that your ears bleed. And then some of those stickers won't peel off and so you will have to literally scrub them off. And if you're lucky your friend will babysit for you and she will finish pulling off all the super sticky stickers. Because she rocks.
Confession #8:
This week I had to run to the bank. I was supposed to make a deposit but the line was soooooo long so I decided that I would attempt to make a deposit in the ATM. So I pull into the ATM and stick my card in and then I enter what i THINK is my pen number. I was wrong...... so I tried again. WRONG. I completely forgot my pin number. I am super special!! :) Pin It
If you leave your 2 year old and a sheet of stickers in a room together for about 40 seconds then you will have a two year old who is completely covered in stickers. From head, to toe. And then you will have to peel each one of these stickers off while she screams so loud that your ears bleed. And then some of those stickers won't peel off and so you will have to literally scrub them off. And if you're lucky your friend will babysit for you and she will finish pulling off all the super sticky stickers. Because she rocks.
Confession #8:
This week I had to run to the bank. I was supposed to make a deposit but the line was soooooo long so I decided that I would attempt to make a deposit in the ATM. So I pull into the ATM and stick my card in and then I enter what i THINK is my pen number. I was wrong...... so I tried again. WRONG. I completely forgot my pin number. I am super special!! :) Pin It
Friday, March 18, 2011
Apparently, I don't know how to blog during daylight
Confession #4
A four year old will repeat everything you say. And they will tell on you if you talk about your spouse. Caroline told Chris not to "nut out" about something the other day. I guess I'm going to have to make a better effort of NOT saying "Chris is going to nut out". I told him that if he didn't nut out then I wouldn't say it..... he did not think that was funny :(
Confession #5
I havn't done laundry in four days. Ok, maybe five. And we no longer have ANY clean clothes. I had to put leggings and a t shirt on Josie for pajamas. And Caroline is down to her last pair of panties. I should be ashamed, I know. I actually think I did wash towels the other day because we were almost out, but other than that I've been a complete slacker. I don't understand how people can do laundry once a week, how does that happen? I could have probably done that in college but not now. Chris changes clothes more than a girl. I better watch out, he might nut out again.... bahahahahahahaha! I can't understand why.... but the why doesn't matter. So I will spend my Saturday washing clothes. Fun times.
Goodnight my friends. Pin It
A four year old will repeat everything you say. And they will tell on you if you talk about your spouse. Caroline told Chris not to "nut out" about something the other day. I guess I'm going to have to make a better effort of NOT saying "Chris is going to nut out". I told him that if he didn't nut out then I wouldn't say it..... he did not think that was funny :(
Confession #5
I havn't done laundry in four days. Ok, maybe five. And we no longer have ANY clean clothes. I had to put leggings and a t shirt on Josie for pajamas. And Caroline is down to her last pair of panties. I should be ashamed, I know. I actually think I did wash towels the other day because we were almost out, but other than that I've been a complete slacker. I don't understand how people can do laundry once a week, how does that happen? I could have probably done that in college but not now. Chris changes clothes more than a girl. I better watch out, he might nut out again.... bahahahahahahaha! I can't understand why.... but the why doesn't matter. So I will spend my Saturday washing clothes. Fun times.
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
March?
Beware of the ides of March, they'll bite you in the ass! I am a very poor blogger. I almost just made an excuse as to why I don't have time to blog but the truth is that I just don't. Who even cares why, right? The 'why' rarely, if ever, matters.
Even though it's March and I should have started in January I'm going to start more confessions and less "fluff". I'm better when I'm laughing at myself and who better to share my insanity with than the two of you out there reading this.
It's late so I'll start my confessions of 2011 shortly here and continue when it's light out.
Confession #1 (Numero Uno)
I don't speak Spanish. At all. Even Dora makes me confused. She starts counting and I get all nervous. Who knows what that crazy cartoon is saying!
Confession #2 (Numero Duo) (haha, that was a joke fool!)
I believe in ghosts. I know they exist because I've seen a few. And I don't even do drugs.
Confession # 3
I really, really, really love my kids. They are the sweetest and most wonderful girls in the world. And I hope I'm doing right by them. They are my purpose. And if all I ever do in my whole life is be their mama and love them unconditionally, then I have lived out my purpose on this earth and I will be able to die satisfied and happy.
:)
Ali Pin It
Even though it's March and I should have started in January I'm going to start more confessions and less "fluff". I'm better when I'm laughing at myself and who better to share my insanity with than the two of you out there reading this.
It's late so I'll start my confessions of 2011 shortly here and continue when it's light out.
Confession #1 (Numero Uno)
I don't speak Spanish. At all. Even Dora makes me confused. She starts counting and I get all nervous. Who knows what that crazy cartoon is saying!
Confession #2 (Numero Duo) (haha, that was a joke fool!)
I believe in ghosts. I know they exist because I've seen a few. And I don't even do drugs.
Confession # 3
I really, really, really love my kids. They are the sweetest and most wonderful girls in the world. And I hope I'm doing right by them. They are my purpose. And if all I ever do in my whole life is be their mama and love them unconditionally, then I have lived out my purpose on this earth and I will be able to die satisfied and happy.
:)
Ali Pin It
Friday, December 31, 2010
How do you measure a year?
How can it be New Years Eve? I have no idea where this year went, I still can't figure out where this decade went. Seriously, I'm supposed to be twenty years old and making out with strangers on New Years Eve. (Which I will fervently deny if ever asked!) I keep replaying the last ten years in my head and I'm not sure where they've gone. We cleaned out the sun room so that I can have an "official" sewing room and I've been going through boxes and boxes of nostalgia. The things I wish I would have saved are long gone and the things I should have tossed long ago were still piled up in boxes. Going through all that stuff has sent me on a journey back. There were pictures and year books and journals and clippings of all kinds of stuff that meant so much to me then. All of it boxed up and thrown into bigger boxes and stuffed in the back of the house. It seems so crazy that in ten years my life has changed so much. I still feel young. I still look young (don't argue with me on this point). But I'm getting older. And I like to think a little wiser (don't argue with me).
How do you measure a year? How do you measure ten years?
This year I've lost friends and gained friends. I've had my heart broken, and I've found love. I've cried, and laughed. And more than anything else, I've found my little way. Not a perfect way. But my way.
So I'll measure 2010 in giggles, in secrets, in coloring pages, in cups of coffee, and juice boxes, in hairbows and fits over hairbows, in all nighters, in very early mornings. I'll measure in yards of fabric, in laugh lines, in projects finished and those that may never get finished. I'll measure in hugs and kisses, in snuggles, in big smiles and in "I love you, mama's". I measure in realizations, and in love that is unmeasurable.
I'm not sure I can measure the last decade in just one post. But for starters I'll measure this decade in lessons learned, in losses and gains, in weddings and funerals, in births. I'll measure in dreams, in hard realities, in laughs, and more laughs. I'll measure in love.
It's been a wild ride. And there is little I would change....... I used to say I wouldn't change anything, but that's just being young and dumb. There are things I would change. But I guess that's how you learn. When you're dumb you gotta be tough, right?
Happy New Year.
Enjoy the pictures I've measured this year with..........
Monday, November 15, 2010
Blah.....
I am so so so sick of being sick. Seriously, in the past two months I've had Strep, Bronchitis, and now I have a horrible cold. I'm just done. I don't get it, I want to feel NORMAL. When will that ever happen, I don't know. But if I don't get well soon there are going to be some heads rolling. HA! So now I'm going to crawl in the bed and sleep forever, or at least until Josie wakes up at 2 am because her nose is stuffy too. I absolutely hate this...... absolutely....
Life is so crazy and there are so many hurting hearts. I guess I shouldn't complain about my cold.....
God is good though. He has it all figured out and I know that his plans are much greater than mine...... Pin It
Life is so crazy and there are so many hurting hearts. I guess I shouldn't complain about my cold.....
God is good though. He has it all figured out and I know that his plans are much greater than mine...... Pin It
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