I’m so excited to share my vintage grey dresser makeover with you! But first, let me tell you a bit about my day.
It started with a heated discussion with the unnamed child. She wanted to wear a pair of shorts to school that she had worn last summer. The only problem was that she had grown, and the shorts had not. Yes, I did understand that they went perfectly with her shirt. But they were just a little too hoochy, and she just didn’t see that.
After 20 minutes of “discussing” she finally changed, and I got to hear lots of stomping around … and the car door happened to shut just a little too loudly when I dropped her off (probably just the wind).
We have had battles over her wardrobe since she was three years old. I remember her getting ready for kindergarten one day, and she had these wooden clogs that she was obsessed with. She had to wear them to school, and we fought and fought over them, and I kept telling her they weren’t appropriate for school. In the end, I had to go to work and she won out.
Last week, poor Gracie had to go to the vet and get four of her teeth pulled. Two were abscessed, and one of those had three roots … so they had to remove the tooth in sections. The poor Muffin has had bad teeth from day one — I guess that’s not an uncommon issue in poodle.
Each year we take her for her annual cleaning, and more teeth have to come out. So now she only has four teeth left on the top!
She was in a world of hurt all weekend, and they sent up home with drugs a decent supply of various drugs.
About 8 months ago, I have a vivid memory of Topher and I sitting across each other in a restaurant booth and I say. “We’re awfully fortunate to have healthy animals. It seems like we hardly ever have to take them to the vet for issues.”
Apparently, we failed to knock on wood, or we walked underneath a ladder, or some mirror shattered because every animal we have is falling apart. Every. Single. One.
Alright guys, I am going to tell you this for your own good because I never want what happened to me to happen to you. It can scar you for life.
First of all, let me say that I know that I’m aging. It’s a cold, hard fact people. At 37, I look in the mirror and can see some fine lines starting and some hollowing underneath my eyes. I know that the skin under my chin isn’t quite as tight as it used to be, but overall it could be worse.
Until the other day, the worse arrived.
Happy April Fools Day everyone!
I hope you all had a great Easter! Ours was small and simple, just us, my parents and my brother and sister in law. A nice dinner, perfect weather, and a relaxing day. I ate way too much yesterday, and then I burned zero calories by watching my TIVOed Dancing With The Stars and Grey’s Anatomy.
The child that wishes to remain anonymous has cheer tryouts this week, and clinic starts today. Just so you know, I will be a nervous wreck by Friday.
I am back to the gym today, and I am less than excited … but it must be done. I have a blogger’s conference that I will be attending in August, and I am determined to have my body in good shape. That probably means taking some workout classes, and you all know how well I do at those.
It’s a cold, and soon to be wet, Spring Break here in Kansas — which, sadly, is pretty normal.
We are even supposed to have snow for the first day of Spring, so it looks like there will be no tanning-in-warmth-of-the-sun for the child that wishes to remain anonymous.
We did take a quick minivacation to Kansas City for a few days and took in some fun shopping and consumed a staggering amount calories including lots of pasta, bread and cupcakes. Looks like the kiddo and I will be spending the rest of spring break in the gym.
Since the unnamed child is finished with her cheer season, I gave her the option of going out for track (which she quickly declined) or going to the gym with me everyday after school. I thought it would be a good way to motivate me and to force me to make time during the day for some exercise.
Here is how today went:
Me: Ready to go to the gym?
The kid: I’m not going.
Me: You have to go
The kid: I just straightened my hair today, and if I sweat I will have to redo it … and I hate working out.
Me: So do I, but if we don’t go we’re going to get fat, have a heart attack, and die. Or even worse … get cellulite
The kid: Fine I’ll go but you cant force me to sweat.
I had a fun evening last night!
Three of my DIY friends and I got together for a lovely dinner at my friend Nicole‘s house — these were the girls that I had my booth with at the craft show. It’s so fun getting together to swap stories about the chaotic life a newbie blogger, running a business out of the house, and still trying to raise a family.
Don’t get me wrong, I know people that work outside of the home have crazy lives too, but it’s nice to have someone that shares in the same interests as you. People might know what the letters SEO stand for (Search Engine Optimization … if you’re interested), and that you can bounce new paint techniques off of. This is a talented group of ladies, and I am happy that we have come into each others’ lives.
Happy Monday everyone! I hope you had a great weekend!
We started thawing-out on Sunday … just in time for another round of snow. If the weathermen are to be trusted, we are expected to get another 9-15 inches between Monday and Tuesday. My daughter is trying to use the power of positive thinking in order to get yet another snow day.
The unnamed child and I were doing our own version of Fashion Police while watching the Oscars last night. (By the way we both think Naomi Watts wins hands down). For the child, the glitzier the better.
So last week I went over the top 10 things in life that I cant live without. So that got me thinking about what things in a normal person’s life I could live without. So here it goes:
1. Coffee … or any form of caffeine for that matter. I have so many friends that can’t even lift an eyelid without at least a swallow of joe, but it just doesn’t do it for me. I have a high sensitivity to caffeine. If I have half a can of pop, I get all shaky, and I feel that my body needs to be in motion — and God forbid if I had a whole can of coke I would be up all night. A friend of mine drinks at least 4 cups of coffee before noon. You would have to pry me off the ceiling, and I would never be the same after that. My beverage of choice: water. I know, how boring is that?
Kitten has been with me through … well, everything. I rescued her from the Humane Society the summer after I graduated high school 19 years ago (yes, I know I just leaked how old I am). She was a 6 month old ball of fluff and was stretching her arm out of the cage trying to reach me. Her eyes were pleading, and I knew I had to take her home.
Now she hasn’t always been known as Kitten. Originally, she had one of my favorite girl names; and as it turns out, the same name we eventually gave our unnamed child a few years down the road. The cat obviously owned it first, and when the child was born, we agonized over naming her, and eventually settled with a name and we knew we liked — the one the cat had. Continue reading