Date Night Fun

I’m cheating for a bit and taking a break from homework. It’s a perfect, nice and sunny day and I’m stuck inside studying with a sick kid. So. Not. Fair.

I would probably get a lot more done if I could focus. But I’m hungry. So, it’s a good time for a break.

My husband and I just celebrated our 13th Wedding Anniversary. It was on Monday, April 17th. So we celebrated it this past weekend.

Lately, to add some more drama to our date nights, we have to pick a letter from our Alphabet date night cards, that I have pre-prepared for moments such as this. Yes, I’m an exciting person to live with. He’s a lucky man.

Our first letter was a J. That sucked. There wasn’t much to go on. So we skipped it for now, and picked the letter P. Much better.

Here’s how our night went:

 P for Pizza! We even tried a new place. It was super yummy! And they had Gluten-Free!

After that, we did this:

 P= also for Paint night. A place called Cheers Pablo, had a Groupon, and we went and painted. Let me just say this: If you do not enjoy painting, do not do this activity.

 These 2 pictures were my set-up. I had a large selection of paint, paintbrushes, wine, Cheetos and a HUGE blank canvas.

Image result for Cheers Pablo Northern Lights Here’s what our painting is “supposed” to look like. “Artists” are allowed to use their own creativity when painting, so each person could have something different. No big deal. Right?

 This was what mine looked like in the beginning. I can blend make-up like crazy, but apparently blending PAINT is far too complicated for me. I cursed more times than I would like to admit during this process. And it wasn’t pleasant, nor enjoyable. I didn’t like this activity. I was stressed. And look at the disaster I created.

HOWEVER!!!! We were allowed to be CREATIVE. So I quit following the guide and did whatever I wanted. I painted what I saw.

That’s how I ended up doing this:

 Yup. That’s a cow getting sucked up by a UFO. Can you tell that I gave up and gave in to the yellow light? Just let it happen.

Here’s what my husband did (clearly, he’s painted before):

 I call this: Teachers Pet. Damn his blending skills.

After that, we ran to Target for our annual $15 anniversary gifts that have to start with P. The person that has the most P’s during their date, was the winner…of nothing.

I see now that this picture is terrible. However, I still think you get the idea. The blended mess above was the PINT of ice cream he bought me and ate himself (with the Reese’s Pieces I bought him). I won by one point though, so there.

It was a fun date night. But, if you are not a fan of painting, just don’t do this. I didn’t really enjoy it. I found it stressful. Way too much blank canvas for me to fill with the crap I filled it with.

But now I get to hang my beautiful painting in my home somewhere…unless someone else wants it?

 

Super Obsessed Book Nerd

I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else (11/?) Prints, shirts, pillows, and more: RB // S6 // TeePublic:

I am a HUGE book fan.

My husband does not understand this. He does not read and wonders how someone could “waste” their time getting lost in a book. I love that man, but sometimes…

He’s been getting on my case for awhile about my book collection. I’ve been hunting for books at the Goodwill, Savers and any other thrift store I can find. I do this almost weekly. Why? Because I’m searching for my favorites to add permanently to my bookshelf. I work very hard to gather all these books that are close to my heart and obtain them from second hand sources.

My lovely husband is partially upset because of our lack of space. Here are my bookshelves now:

As you can see, I have one large shelf and it’s definitely not enough space. The top left corner is my curio cabinet that my books spread to. My romance novels on the top shelf are stacked in 3 rows, organized by author. The smaller bookshelf is for the kids. I’ve been  trying to find holes here and there to put my books, but I’m really running out of room.

To solve this problem, my husbands idea is to just stop buying books. Completely rational response. However, I’m not rational when it comes to books.

And I’m only collecting my favorite series/authors.

This is my list. And I keep the updated version in a small book that remains in my purse at all times. I don’t want to accidently rebuy a book that I already have. Does anyone else do this? Please tell me I haven’t reached a new level of nerd here…

I understand my husbands concern. I just wish he could understand why I love books so much.

I love opening them and smelling the pages. I love the characters and know each one of them. I’ve read and re-read almost all these books so many times that picking them up again brings so much comfort and peace when I get to read them again. I love finding out something new or realizing a different part of the story I didn’t see before. These characters are family, home and comfort. Their stories are my favorite memories. I always find myself getting caught up and lost in a favorite book, no matter how many times I’ve read it. I get cravings to read certain stories and it’s always nice to have it on hand when the craving hits.

I hate it when books end. I still cry at the end of Harry Potter. Probably always will. Having these books means their stories will never really end. I can just pick up the first one again and I’m instantly swept up in it.

Books are honestly magic. They are like a warm, comfortable blanket that you’ve had for years and still remains in perfect shape. And maybe it’s weird to find such joy and happiness in a small, paper object…but it’s the words inside that have wound their way around my heart and stay there.

I don’t have too many favorites, but the ones I have, I work hard on keeping close.

That’s why I have a list, shop weekly and overfill my bookshelf.

The thrift store portion is because books are cheaper. Obviously not cheap enough for my dear spouse, but cheaper than buying brand new. And sometimes you find a hidden treasure inside that gives you little clues about the person that last read the book and I find that really enjoyable.

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I hope I explained myself well enough. I know it’s difficult to really understand if you’re not a reader and I’ve met people that will not even date someone that doesn’t read. But I am so in love with my husband, so despite his hatred of books, I am keeping him forever. I still wish he could cave in a buy me a bookshelf in the same way he caves in to buy a mint milkshake from Culvers when I’m dieting.

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January: The Month of Blah

I hate this month. I’m also not a fan of February. In Minnesota, these two months are pretty much the worst. It’s winter, not the good beautiful winter we expect at Christmas, but the nasty, cold, slushy winter that comes after. It’s raining outside right now. Which means it will be frozen by tomorrow. Which also means, traffic will suck tomorrow morning. Winter officially sucks now.

The holidays for us went well. Lots of fun, lots of relaxing and way too much eating.

Because of that eating, I decided that my husband and I should get healthy. WE discussed it for about a week. WE talked about getting a treadmill, or a spinning bike for the house. WE even discussed getting a personal trainer. WE then decided a gym membership was our best option. I did research into which gym was better, closer and offering a deal because it was January. I actually found the perfect one. After all that research and digging, WE go in to sign up and when asked how many people will be using it, he said, “Only one. We’re here for her.” Then he looked at me and said, “I never actually agreed to getting one. But you can.” WHAT?! Great. Thanks hun.

I actually intended on us doing this together. Supporting each other. Maybe not working out at the same time, but giving each other the opportunity to go when possible and encouraging each other. Which also included us maybe eating healthier together. Making better choices, together. Key word here: TOGETHER.

So I am now a member of Anytime Fitness. Wanna know something else really super cool? When asked how many months, 12 or 18, he said, “She will do the 12 month membership. And I’ll just pay for the entire cost right now.” WHAT WHAT?!? Seriously. He just paid the entire year. Crap. No backing out now. This wasn’t exactly the motivation I was looking for, but I guess it will work. Guilt. A great motivator.

I am excited to be going to the gym though. It always helps take care of some of the winter blah feeling and I’m looking forward to wearing my pants again. It’s been awhile.

 

First Impression?

School has started.

I’m back. In school. Again. Not sure if I am supposed to be happy or scared out of my mind.

I’ve only been in class (3 out of 4 of them) for 1 day. But here’s my first impression:

  1. I am old as dirt. I don’t know who has been telling me that 35 is the new 25, but that does not hold true in college. These “kids” gasp when they hear my age. “Do you actually have children?” “OMG, You are totally the MOM of our group.” I now tremble in fear whenever we have to introduce ourselves.
  2. Pronouns are the new thing when introducing yourself. Yes, I know the world is changing. I’m actually in support of change. But if you call me a he, rather than she, I will not flog you in front of fellow classmates. I just don’t care. Call me whatever you want. Except Ma’am. I may get violent over that one. I don’t mind being mistaken for a man, but you indicate in ANY WAY my age, I will harm you.
  3. I’m in WAY over my head!!! One of my professors actually told us the classroom is open 24 hours. You could literally sleep there while studying. And people have. “Oh yea, we’ve stayed here studying until 3 a.m.” Crap. I have 3 kids, a husband and a house. I CANNOT DO THAT. “Sorry kids, Mommy is leaving for a year. She’s living on campus so her life is easier. The end.” I never thought I would say this, but I’m so jealous of the people who get to live on campus. Yeah, maybe you can’t drink alcohol in your room, while watching Netflix (which is my big plan for the night), but there are so many benefits! It takes me an hour in the morning to get there, due to traffic. My car alternator died. I barely made it home. If I forget something at home, I’m screwed. If I have a girl emergency, I can just run back to my room and still make it to class on time.
  4. I was so worried about dressing well for class, until I arrived, I realized I was the only one. I know I’m pretty lax when it comes to putting on pants and when it’s appropriate, but to school? Although, I will no longer be concerned about wearing makeup or brushing my hair. I really want to fit in. 80s popular throwback teen witch robyn lively
  5. I remembered how awful it is to work in groups and how much college is REALLY into that. Damn. Can’t I just get through some part of life without being forced to discuss shit with a random stranger? I haven’t been in school in years, I’m pretty sure my life experience isn’t really relevant. I used a cartoon for an example today. Seriously. A cartoon. I will not go into detail because I was ashamed. But damn.

I will say this, I’m actually pretty pumped for my classes. Two of the three have some potential to be awesome. The fourth, I won’t get into until Monday.

Now, time for my homework. I have to finish mine so I can help the kids with theirs.

And yes, I realize I may be showing my age by using the Teen Witch Gif. I don’t care. Still love that movie and that’s the song in my head when I walk through the school.

Here We Go…Again!

It’s time for BACK TO SCHOOL!! Except this time, it will include…ME!!!!

Yes, I get to go back to school, while the kids are in school. I’m so damn nervous. What the hell was I thinking? This seemed like such a good idea months ago and now that the time is here, I DON’T WANNA GO!!!!!

I won’t even be here to take the kids to their first day. How crappy is that? I have orientation first thing in the morning.

Honestly, I’m a little excited. I get to take some AWESOME classes! All that learning, coming at me, I’m gunna be so smart.

However, because I’m going to be at school, doing schoolie-like things, I needed a command center for our family. One place where all the stuff would go. The big calendar. The menu plan for the week. That way when Jalon has to take over, nothing will (yeah, right) go wrong.

Of course, as usual, Pinterest had ALL THE IDEAS in one handy location. Then, as usual, I had NO LUCK finding ANYTHING similar to what I saw online. Crap. And no, I’m not ordering it online and waiting for it to arrive. I came up with this idea and had a week to pull it off. I’d like to say I nailed it. But my husband did most of that for me, since I’m scared of power tools…

I tried several (about 50) different stores. Finally, (thanks to my Mom and her awesome* advice), I found a solution, RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME!! Well, the garage anyway. Bonus points were gained pissing off husband by playing in the garage and digging until I found what I wanted and used whatever I found.

*by awesome, I mean I totally didn’t like it at the time. But, as usual, we always end up taking Mom’s advice. Because that’s just how life works.

This was the area “before”. I had this corner kitchen table we never use anymore. We actually have a bigger dining room table we have been using more often, now that the kids are bigger and less likely to spill. We sold the small corner table. And on the right, you can see where the kids were putting backpacks and coats. And eventually snow pants, winter coats and everything else they lug home. It gets so crowded in the winter that we can hardly open the door.

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This is what I found in the garage. Old windows! I actually have two, but only one was used in this project. I sprayed it a beautiful charcoal gray. You can see my chalk outline design on the driveway. That’s how I plan. By drawing on the driveway in chalk. Elegant.

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And *POOF* just like that, it’s done! Just kidding. I painted it all. The left side is bulletin board material, covered with fabric. The middle is chalkboard paint. The right side is for dry erase markers. The baskets are for the kids hats and mittens. Jalon used magic to put it all together. I’m pretty sure that’s what it was.

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And I had to fix the wall. Because I’m the one that made it all holey before. Oops. I cannot be trusted with a hammer and nails. Ever.

Jalon, lovingly, volunteered to put it up for me. He sweat all over. ALL OVER. But it’s so pretty!!!!

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The FINISHED PRODUCT!!! Isn’t it pretty?! The file holders are for the kids paperwork. They bring home folders each day, so they have to empty them in the holder. The container on the left is for the dry erase markers, chalk and tacks needed. The calendar is our family calendar. And the clock is useless since no one can tell time. But it was on sale and matched the kitchen.

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Just a closer picture in case you want to come over for dinner one night this week. Feel free to pick your day. You will be making your choice, just so you know.

I thought that when this was all done, I would be feeling SUPER ready for the upcoming year. But I find that I’m even more anxious now that I have nothing to do. Shoot.

Top Ten Things I Should Be Ashamed Of

This summer has been a fun one. However, I have done a few things/or a few things have happened to me that I should be ashamed/embarrassed to admit.

But I’m not.

It’s life. I’ve come to terms with it. It’s just who I am.

1. I found a hair. On my face.

A big, thick, white, curly hair coming out of my cheek. What the hell?

I’m 35 years old. I get it. Hair starts popping up in random places. I’ve expected it to happen…around my upper lip area, my nose or ears.

But a real whisker? Seriously? Am I a cat?!

No. Not happening. I pulled it out immediately, but don’t think I don’t check every single day for new ones. My husband and I don’t want our “whiskers” mating when we kiss.

2. How many Lemon bars can you eat in one day? So far, I’ve had 6. I started with nibbles off the edges of the pan. Then I caved and sliced off a bar. But I will still hungry. So I shaved off a half a bar. But I couldn’t just leave the half a bar all alone…so I ate it. Then the kids each wanted one, so I took one so they wouldn’t be eating alone. But the “one” I took may have been two combined due to its size. I have a problem. Send help. I can’t stop eating ALL the sugar!

3. I Pokémon hunt daily. Yes, I have the app. I downloaded it for my kids, initially. Then I became addicted. Now we have my husband take us around to Pokestops. My kids and I take Pokewalks every day. I’m learning more about Pokémon than I ever thought I wanted. However, I have completed my 10,000 steps each day, due to this app. Hatching those eggs takes a LOT of patience and movement. But I totally scored a Lapras out of it! Whoo-hoo!

4. At the beginning of summer, I had this rule for my kids: One hour of tech time per day. However, it’s August. Momma would just about do ANYTHING for some quiet time. I may have given them some “extra” tech time so I could nap. Like 4 hours extra…it was worth it.

5. There are days…full days, where I don’t actually get dressed for the day. At all. I will straight up wear the same pj pants all week. Takes the pressure off. No looking through the closet, wondering what I should wear. Plus, the laundry pile has been shrinking, which is really awesome. I may not smell that great, but my kids don’t care.

6. I’ve given up taking the kids out on summer expeditions. I’m so over it. We would prep for it, drive all the way out there, it would eventually get too hot, someone would complain, they would all argue and fight, I would yell, then we would come home super crabby and gross. No. Thank. You. Summer’s almost over. I quit.

7. I literally have nothing but time, yet I still can’t seem to get the housework done, make dinner and entertain the kids in the same day. Apparently, I have important things to do. Like, puzzles, reading my HUGE stack of library books, Pokewalks, sleeping in the afternoon and watching Secret Circle on Netflix (and being pissed all over again, once you realize it was only on for 1 season).

8. I’ve been letting things slide because it’s “summer” and “no one cares”. My kids rarely get bathed. It’s like once a week right now. Pretty sad, huh? There’s no actual bedtime. It’s just “when you start to annoy us, go to bed”. Declan actually complained that his toenails were getting too long the other day, (honestly, it wasn’t THAT bad) and brought me the clippers to fix them. Oops.

9. I just spent $60 at Goodwill. On what? Babysitters Club Books. Someone was getting rid of their collection, just when I happen to be building mine up! SCORE! I totally should be embarrassed about this but I’m SO NOT! I LOVE THESE BOOKS! Although, I’m really going to need another book shelf soon, just to store them all. I had no idea how many there really were.

I also have a list so I can cross out the ones I find. I happen to have a second list in my purse so I know what ones I still need. I just rewrote this list because my last one was too messy. I may have issues.

10. While were at it, I seem to have some sort of mental issue that makes me collect and hoard items. I have no other reason to want to collect each one, really. It just fills me with such joy. It’s not just the Babysitters Club books I’ve been collecting. I also have Garfield.

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Which, by the way, has its own list.

Yes, I do actually read these books. My husband accepts me for who I am. So it’s all good.

Top Ten for Summer- Part 2

This is my second installment of the Top Ten for Summer. It’s almost August! Summer is almost over!!

My list this week is: Top Ten Things I’m Sick of Saying.

  1. “No. It’s NOT time to eat! It’s 9:30 a.m. At least wait until 11 for lunch.” Why does this happen EVERY DAY. The rules NEVER change. Yet, I get asked this question constantly. Apparently, I’m starving my children. Just as I wrote this, my son came up and said, “I see lunchtime on the screen, can we eat now?” Never should have taught them how to read.
  2. “STOP FIGHTING!” I’m going to set up a ring in my backyard and let them “solve” their issues the old-fashioned way.
  3. “Shut the DOOR!” This actually isn’t me. I’m just really tired of hearing my husband say this over and over again. “We’re not paying to air condition the outside!” and “You’re letting all the flies in!”, go along with this as well. For some reason, this is a difficult concept for my children to remember.
  4. “You HAVE to take a bath! The top of your feet are a different color than the bottoms. It’s time to see what’s under the dirt.” Bleh. My poor bath. They leave a brown ring every time.
  5. “Put your shoes on!” I get it. Summer= shoes optional. However, this does not mean you can go barefoot into Target. They frown on that. Especially when your feet resemble what I described in #4.
  6. “Please get dressed. At least put on PANTS!” Morgan will wander this house in her underwear for WEEKS if we don’t tell her to get dressed. I guess this summer schedule is too relaxed.
  7. “Stop grossing me out!” The other day, this was a conversation I overheard in the back of my car while I was driving the twins to the store: Morgan: “Hey Declan! Guess what I’m eating?” Declan: “Is it candy?” Morgan: “Nope! It’s a booger!” They both laugh, then 2 minutes later I hear: Declan: “Morgan, guess what I’m eating?” Morgan: “Is it a booger?” Declan: “Nope! I’m chewing on a toenail!” They both start laughing again. If you ever thought having twins was a cute adventure, think again.
  8. “No. A tornado isn’t going to come and blow you away.” Thanks to my son Evan, and his desire to be a storm chaser, all my kids are a little obsessed with Tornadoes. However, to them, every single thunderstorm we get here, holds a tornado just waiting to take them away. We get a LOT of storms here. That’s a LOT of opportunities for them to fly away. I used to love storms. Now I dread the sound of thunder, because it means I have to dig out my prepared speech about how they will not be sucked up by a tornado.
  9. “CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELVES!” No, there is no magical fairy that cleans up when you go to school. Now that it’s summer, you can see how you contribute to the disaster we call home.
  10. “Please, leave me alone for 5 minutes!” Yes, I know I’m here with you ALL summer. Every single minute of every single day. It’s pretty neat that I get this opportunity. However, sometimes I need just 5 minutes to breath. Or pee in peace. In those 5 minutes, I don’t want to play with you, I don’t want to “just watch this one thing” or even listen to who touched who first. I just want 5 minutes of PURE PEACE and QUIET. In this house, you would think I was asking for World Peace. At least my bathrooms have locks.