Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Something to Blaaaahg About

Just for fun, I have to show you some pictures of my little Chub Chubs . . . aka . . . . Toots.
Unfortunately the girl got my thighs.

Toots and Chanel helping me do the dishes. Sorry Landlords, I promise she doesn't always climb up on the dishwasher. It was just a one time thing.

Today, when I was obviously not watching my 3 year old, she took it upon herself to have some fun with the scissors. She came to me and told me that she would like for me to wrap her "new brother Josh" up in his blanket. I was wondering what she was talking about, until she came out with what used to be a baby girl . . . . looking like, well . . . . a baby boy.

She's always wanted a brother. Now she has one, and I am off the hook! Phew.

I am relieved that she didn't cut her own hair. She already has such hair issues. In the future, I will try to watch her more carefully, and of course remember to hide the scissors. I might not be so lucky next time.

Speaking of hair . . . the other day when I was cleaning Edyn's room, I went to make her bed, and I found the weirdest thing under her pillow .

Apparently after my last hair cut, which was quite a while ago, she took it upon herself to scoop some of my locks up off the floor, put them in a ziplock, and place them under her pillow so it could "remind her of how much she loves me."

Wow. Its nice to know that I really AM loved. Its hard for me to tell when I am constantly reminded of how mean I am. The abuse I take from these little ladies is almost constant! Its unfortunate that her "reminder" has to be something so gross. I think I might give her a picture of me instead and see how that goes over.

Sunday, February 22, 2009


I obviously have nothing to blog about. I guess I could rant and rave about some things, but I will spare you all . . . . . . unless of course you are interested in any of the following topics. Just let me know and I'll see what I can do to accommodate.

*My life is dull.
*Winter is getting old.
*Dieting makes me angry.
*I'm tired of eating salad.
*I haven't washed my van for the whole year that I've had it. No joke. Its unfortunate that I rubbed my white "dress sweat" jacket up against it yesterday. Ruined.
*I need a vacation, but I hate traveling, but I need a vacation, but I hate traveling . .. . . . .
*Why I am NOT invited to Ava's birthday party.
*Edyn got her first love letter from a boy in class.
*Edyn is in love with another boy and was quite disturbed by love letter from boy in class.
*Not only am I neighbors with WalMart, but also Burger King and McDonalds, and I really want a Whopper and some Tillamook ice cream right now.
*I am glad I tell everyone I am dieting, so I CANNOT allow myself to fall off the wagon.
*I ran 5 miles yesterday and it sucked hard core. For how much I have been working out, I am still completely out of shape.
*Speaking of suck. . . . . I suck at knitting. I don't think I can even put it on my "mediocre" list. No worries. I am not giving up. I just gotta keep on keepin' on, and maybe someday I will make something suitable enough to give away!

I would love to write some exciting commentary for you on any of the above topics, but the lack of Vitamin D in my life right now is draining all the wit and charm right out of me. The dieting isn't helping in that area either, as I mentioned above, Dieting = Angry. Maybe tomorrow I will find myself in a tanning bed for a few minutes getting some fake sun. I am tired of feeling . . . . . . for lack of a better word . . . . . Blah.

For your viewing pleasure.

Since I boycotted salad for today, I cooked myself up something else that is green and yummy. Fresh Asparagus with Veri Veri Teryaki. D-Lish.

Sunday, February 8, 2009


Mediocre is my middle name.

Okay, its not. But it should be.

Damon always tells me I need a hobby. He's right. The problem is, I am not so good at most things I try. Well, I take that back, there are a few things I am good at . . . . . . for example:

Sleeping: I am an excellent sleeper (even if I do need melatonin sometimes).
Eating: I am a fantastic eater (although trying to lose 20 pounds has made me a little less fantastic).
Working: I've said it before, I'll say it again. I am a hard worker.
Impatience : I totally excel at this. Just ask my kids and my husband.
Waxing Eyebrows: I should start a business. Years of experience.

Unfortunately, none of these things that I am super good at, will work for hobbies. Unless you need your eyebrows waxed, or you want someone yelling at you to hurry up all the time . . . . just come on over.

I have dabbled in hobbies over the years. Here's a few I have tried:

Piano = Mediocre
Singing = Mediocre
Sewing = Mediocre
Scrapbooking = Mediocre
Card Making = Mediocre
Running = Mediocre
Writing = Mediocre
Cooking = Mediocre
Refinishing Furniture = Mediocre

Anyway . . .. you get the picture? I used to get all distraught, thinking that I was such a failure because I honestly could not find one thing that I am REALLY good at. I would rack my brain trying to think of something new to try that I might not only LOVE, but really excel at.


I have come to terms, and I have realized that it's okay. . . . because after all, what's so wrong with being AVERAGE??? I guess I am just an ordinary girl. So what. No sense in stressing my self out about it. I like me the way I am . . . . . .FINALLY!

Soooooooooo . . . . . . this week I decided to try something new. Why not? What have I got to lose? I thought it would be fun, relaxing, and that I MIGHT actually be good at it someday. Maybe. And if I'm not, well . . . . . I'll just add it to my list of things I am "so so" at!


My friend taught me how to knit on Thursday night. I am IN LOVE!! So what if I can only do the simple knit stitch . .. . apparently I am not so good at "pearling" . . . . YET, but I'll get there.

My first five rows . . . . . . . . . don't laugh at my imperfection!

And guess what? I have already started something else.
Sorry. Can't show you. Its a gift for someone who reads my blog. And speaking of gifts . . . . I can guarantee everyone is getting a scarf knitted by yours truly this Christmas!

Here's to being Mediocre . . . and loving it!