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8.27.2011

Momma

Today's my Momma's day of birth. 
Because she is a lady I will not reveal her age...for real this time. 
I made Cream Puff dessert (her request), it's like a Cream Puff in casserole form. 
I forgot my camera cord at Grandmas' so a picture is not possible.
We went to Shirley K's and grocery shopping, Whoo!
So, Happy Birthday Momma.
Love you!

Blessings!

8.24.2011

Sure.

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Sure, it was the 2nd day of school and I had many loose ends to tie up. 
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Sure, I had papers to print, survey's to complete and questions to answer.
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Sure, Senor Smarty Pants had an apartment to finish cleaning and uhhh...unpacking.
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Sure, Senor Smarty Pants had reading to do and papers to write.
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Sure ,I had bags to unpack and a room to put back together.
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But, it was 103 degrees outside and man did that afternoon swim at Ft. Kearney feel good. 
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Blessings!

8.19.2011

::attitude with a capital A::

I think it's time for my annual " I know that school is coming but I don't want it to come, because I love being at home and I deplore change." blog post. This year will finally be something and some place I have experienced before. But it is still that awful "c" word

Now, I could go on about how much I love home and how uncomfortable this change in particular makes me. But, I also know I have written about that and I am fairly certain that come September and October I will be writing about that again, since Autumn makes me all sorts of sentimental.

I guess I wanted to write this post to admit a few things. Things that I have been mulling over for the last few weeks as the wall of dread I tend to build has been getting higher and higher. So basically it kinda sorta (ok totally) comes down to my attitude. It's not just that I don't like school and being away from home, that gets me down, its a deep dark nagging attitude that I recently uncovered-I don't want to like it. I don't even want to want to like it, and I could probably go on! Twisted, I know. While my feelings of dread and uncomfortableness are very real I can't really say that I expect them to go anywhere. I love my life at home, with my family. I pray for the week ahead to not drag, all so I can jump in my Jimmy, drive the 80 miles home for that "walk into my home after 4 whole days away" feeling. During the school year I basically live for my evenings with Senor Smarty Pants and my weekends in my home. And yes. I do realize this lifestyle cannot continue forever.

So while spending time in prayer on my way home from Senor Smarty Pant's this all occurred to me, like a lightbulb turning on. I am not praying for the correct things. Instead of prayers for an enjoyable school year I need to be starting with a prayer for my deep, dark, nasty, nagging attitude. Guide me to want to want to like school...because I want to want to like school?...I'm still not so sure about it...I'll just keep praying.

Blessings!

8.17.2011

{Last Day}

I have had a summer filled with thousands of questions, sticky fingers, and funny faces. 
Today is my last day and I am going to miss that face above dearly and his older brother, who was my little helper in many of my baking adventures. 
Thankfully this is a small town so I know I'll be seeing them around. 

I think its safe to say this summer has been one of my favorites. 

P.S. That picture cracks me up every time. B1 is a fairly serious baby-er not a baby anymore, toddler so it makes it that much funnier. 

Blessings! 

8.12.2011

Sleep

I found this photo essay on another blog and then it popped up on another site I was just on, so I decided it was time to draw my own viewers attention to it.

Its amazing and simple and really makes you think.

Click Here

8.11.2011

stumbled upon.

“How can a young person live a clean life? By carefully reading the map of your Word. I'm single-minded in pursuit of you; don't let me miss the road signs you've posted. I've banked your promises in the vault of my heart so I won't sin myself bankrupt. Be blessed, God; train me in your ways of wise living. I'll transfer to my lips all the counsel that comes from your mouth; I delight far more in what you tell me about living than in gathering a pile of riches. I ponder every morsel of wisdom from you, I attentively watch how you've done it. I relish everything you've told me of life, I won't forget a word of it.” 

8.09.2011

TurQuoiSe

It all started with this dumpster find. 
Mom wanted it for her shop...she wanted it a "kitschy" color. 
So it was sprayed this color:

Cute huh?! now we are figuring out what to put in the basket. 

Then we moved on to this little stool:

And...well it needed to be kitschy also soo...

It became this!. Just by painting the red 1st. After its dry strategically place price tag stickers. Making sure they are completely stuck down. Then just spray the turquoise. Cuute. 

We wanted to end with the propane tank in the yard becoming turquoise but...Dad wasn't so keen on the idea. 

Blessings!

8.06.2011

15. Really?

Evan is 15 today. 15! I told a friend this week that I believe little brothers should just stay little and annoying forever. I just can't believe that he is going to be a freshman. He is 6 foot 2 already and he just doesn't have the "little" thing going on for him anymore...but the annoying thing....well you get the picture. But seriously 15 seems so much older than 14. I've made him and ice cream cake per his request and some people are coming out tonight. So it should be a nice time.

Let's reminisce about this day 15 (eek still don't like it) years ago:

I was 6 and I had slept in the living room by the fish tank (don't ask) I woke up and peeked in my parents room to just my dad in bed. I crawled in with him and asked "Wheres Momma?" To this he sleepily replied "She had the baby" This was the big moment, I had been waiting for this day and the moment of when I found out if my dream had come true, did I actually have a little sister now?! I asked "What was it?" The answer: "A baby boy." What did I do? I turned my head away from my daddy and laid on my Momma's pillow and....cried. Silently and secretly but yes I cried. Does that make me a terrible sister? Eh. Then I got up and got ready to go see Evan. Then my grandma and Dad took Aaron and I to see him and I was over my heartache.

Still today I don't think I would trade him in for a sister...

Happy 15th Birthday Evan!

Blessings!

8.04.2011

Mail

So a few months ago my uncle shared with me that he had found me the perfect gift, "Chicken Poop."
Yeah, I got the same look on my face as you and I was confused. He said it was chap stick and he thought of Senor Smarty Pants and I because well, we love our all natural Burt's Bees and aren't afraid to say it! 
Well I received mail last week and look what I have: 
Thats right my own stick of "Chicken Poop" Don't worry there are numerous clarifications saying: "Contains No Poop." 

It also has a quote that cracks me up every time: 
"Grandpa says: "If ya got chapped lips put chicken poop on 'em so ya won't lick 'em" 

Basically it was good for a laugh and its really great lip balm. 

Uncle Troy wrote a letter also and it was good for a chuckle or two. 

Jessi- 
    Enclosed is some of the stuff I was telling you 
about-Chicken Poop lip moisturizer. 
You didn't believe me then, did you? 
     I included one for Ja..er Jer...You know, 
I'm not sure how to spell his name, but you know who I mean. 
Tell him to use his own tube, 
for it's risky to use some other person's Chicken Poop. 
    Tell your old mean Momma I know she's got a birthday coming up. 
She's getting pretty old. Im still older--- and meaner. 
-Troy

Oh Troy. I better go on write him a Thank You!

Blessings!