It’s going to be another hot one here. Forecasted highs in the low 100’s. This hairstyle evolved and I kind of like it! I was going to do two buns on top of her head. At the last minute I changed my mind from twisting the buns to scrunching up messy buns. Then I saw the front and decided she looked like Minnie Mouse. So fun.
I’ve now been blogging on WordPress for one whole year!
No, I did not write that many posts in one year. I imported everything from Blogger when I switched to WordPress. Pretty impressive for a little over five years of blogging. It looks like I have plenty of storage space left. I think that’s for pictures but I have no idea! Happy Wordiversary to me.
I’m just checking in. Yes, I’m still alive and well though I will not be posting any pictures or video today. Most of you are thinking I should get over myself and realize the world does not revolve around me. I know. But yesterday my mother in law called to make me jealous. Or so she said that was her purpose! She was enjoying a rare thunderstorm in the great Northwest. Oh and by the way, where have I been the last couple days?
Then today my mom texted me that she was happy to see I posted after taking a couple days off. She wasn’t sure if I was sick or dead or what. Given my track record recently I don’t blame her for worrying.
I am just exhausted. We had a really intense heat wave followed by a dramatic cool down. That zapped the creativity along with some frustration over an art project involving boondoggle. As if that wasn’t enough to tire me out, it’s July. Also known as Birthday Month in my family. Gavin, my sister in law, Parker, my sister, just to name a few. The celebrations go on all month. We tried to keep the boys birthdays separate this year. Ha. Nice wish. Parker has been slowly getting all his gifts since Gavin’s birthday. And there’s still more for Monday!
Today was the Lego birthday party. It was a ton of fun and I have a ton of pictures and video of course. But it knocked me out. We came home and I fell asleep on the couch for a couple hours. Not light snoozing either. Full on inflamed tonsil/adenoid suck the walls of the house in and out snoring. Or so I’ve been told. Heath likes to ask the kids what their favorite part of each day has been. I told him my favorite part of today was my nap. It was a good nap. I slept through most of a Parker meltdown! No kidding.
Anyway, I’m going to zone out zombie style in front of the TV now. Just wanted to let you know that it has been a fun day and I will talk about it later. Goodnight all.
We made it home. Heath predicted we’d be home by 3:00 and we pulled in about 3:10ish. Not bad. It has been a really lousy two days driving home. I could not stay awake yesterday. Heath says he doesn’t mind but still I felt bad.
When he was starting to struggle to stay awake he pulled into a rest area and made me drive. I was nervous at first but it wasn’t too bad. He warned me that Eugene would get more crowded. I hated driving through Eugene, Oregon. By then Heath had napped enough and he was very encouraging as I drove through the city. He told me I could quit whenever I wanted so I was on the lookout for the next rest area where we switched.
We stopped in Medford, Oregon where we had previously booked a room at the Marriott. Much nicer hotel than the Red Lion we stayed at on the way to Washington. But I started deteriorating into an agoraphobic mess. I hated Medford. It carried bad memories of staying in that city before and not having a great experience. Mostly I was upset because I was tired, felt really ugly, and was flat out done with being in public.
I cried from Medford to Weed, California today. It was good to let out my emotions as ridiculously unfounded as they were. It was also a little scary for me since I haven’t felt that depressed in a really long time. Luckily that pit stop in Weed perked me up.
My rotten mood didn’t completely lift though. We all were punchy and sick of everything all day. The trip to JoAnn’s to find pom pom makers for Parker’s craft class on Monday nearly killed us all. My blood sugar was dropping low, my patience had left me yesterday, I was running on fumes, and we couldn’t find the *naughty words* pom pom makers. I did not say naughty words though I really really wanted to. I spent two freaking hours scouring that store for the blasted things before we left for our trip. Trust me, the naughty word temptation was real. Finally we found them in a tiny practically hidden place. Good grief!
I was not going to go into this much detail in this post! I was just going to say we made it home and I will start sifting through our 700+ pictures later. Good night all. It is so good to be home.
I don’t know what it means that I’ve pooped out on school sooner than my boys. I am so ready for it all to be over! Seriously, are we done yet?
Parker’s teacher is the best. I thought that when Gavin had her. I wanted to hug her when I got the homework email on Monday saying it was the last week of homework. Hallelujah! I keep asking Gavin if his teacher is slowing down at all or has said she will stop assigning homework. Nope. Friends of ours who go to a different school in the same district stopped getting homework a week or two ago. I’m not making that up. Yet Gavin’s teacher assigned Charlotte’s Web this week. They will be reading until the end of
I had good intentions of posting pictures that I’ve been wanting to post for a while now but the posts aren’t “speaking to me” yet. I was going to just show the pictures with boring, non piquant captions just to get it off my mind. But now I don’t feel like it. I’m tired of homework. Tired of driving kids to and from school. Tired of having my day broken up into short segments. I want to get out of bed when I’m good and ready around 8:00 or 9:00. I want to stop thinking my day is over at 2:30.
I think I’ll go play Wordament on my phone some more. I blame that game for my apathy towards posting the eclipse pictures from Sunday. You would think the phone version of Boggle would make me smarter. I think it’s making me stupider. I can’t seem to ever find any words longer than four letters long on the grid. I see grids when I close my eyes and I still only see short words. I second guess my spelling all the time. Plus, it’s so addicting I don’t have the desire to post eclipse pictures or a creative post about it. The worst part is that my vocabulary is being reduced in my writing too. I keep starting sentences with “I” and “I” keeps being the subject of my sentences. I think I need a good soak in a pool with a long hot summer of doing nothing.
As if the events from Sunday weren’t enough to label me lucky, I got a phone call this morning. The woman asked if I remembered filling out a survey at the What a Woman Wants Convention. I said yes and she told me I won a trip for two. I never win.
There are three different vacation packages I can choose from. Cruises, weekend getaway to Orlando or Las Vegas, or a trip to Mexico or The Dominican Republic. Amazing.
The only problem is Heath and I are supposed to go into the Salt Lake City office to claim our prize. We don’t live in Salt Lake City. I asked if my family could claim it for me and she said only if they’re eligible. I don’t know what that means. I guess when Heath comes home today we have some vacations to think about! My friends are skeptical, which I can understand. But if it’s real, that’s so cool. I never win! A trip for two. Who knew?
It’s been a long several weeks with my first dress. Our love hate relationship has come to an end. On Friday I was ready to chuck the entire project and never look back. I resigned to finishing it for the experience only. Then I could burn it after ripping it apart with my bare hands.
Somewhere between my dogged efforts and the peaceful Spirit from General Conference yesterday, I slowly fell in love with the dress. By the time the hem was complete I was dancing around the house.
I was finished!
Nobody was home that cared. Heath was at the Priesthood Session of General Conference and the kids only managed to raise their eyebrows at my millionth announcement. They didn’t care. It’s a dress mom. What’s the big deal?
The big deal is I made it. Pretty much all by myself too. When I got stuck I would get on the phone calling every friendly seamstress I could think of until someone answered. As a kid I learned to do laundry over the phone, why should sewing a dress be any different? It is interesting to note that almost everyone who found out I was making a dress would say the same thing.
“I wish I was there to help you!”
Yeah, you and apparently 50 other people. Actually it’s quite flattering that that many people care and wished they could give me more than just advice over the phone.
This dress has caused me a wide range of emotions but it is now finished. The sense of accomplishment is pretty cool. I’m looking forward to the next one because I know I’ll be faster and better.
As promised, here is the dress. Seeing it from an outside perspective brings back distressing feelings. We are always our own worst critics.
Some days I apply my makeup with a spackle knife. Some days I choose my fanciest outfit. Some days I carefully coordinate my accessories. Some days I’m sad and the more feminine I feel the better my mood is. Some days I’m really sad and I envy Gwen’s fluffy tutus, hot pink tiara, and red hairpiece.
Some days I need a tiara.
As I was cleaning today I noticed many pencil scribbles. Scribbles on my bench, on the computer desk, and on the back of Gwen’s door. I already knew it was her but the door kind of proved it. When I asked her about it she hung her head sheepishly and admitted it. She told me what I wanted to hear – that she should only color on paper.
The marks came off really easily. I have learned that Goo Gone works pretty well on most crayon and random marks. Yellow crayon doesn’t come off with an all powerful genie and a prayer. Ah but pencil, pencil comes off with a light swipe of an antibacterial wipe.
I couldn’t help but smile a little as I saw the marks. It reminded me of a moment in my childhood. I have no idea how old I was. My guess is about four, like Gwen. On the wall above my bed was this weird black shape that my parents put there as a decoration. I could never figure out the purpose of such an Avant-garde piece of art on my wall.
One day I looked at that strange black circle shaped like a flower or sun and decided it looked like a head. So I grabbed a black crayon and drew the rest of the body. My parents were so mad at me! I don’t remember much of my punishment but I remember thinking I never meant to be destructive. I was expressing my creativity artistically.
Okay, so really I don’t know any secrets to what kids are really thinking when they do some of the things they do. Honestly I wonder if they even know half the time! Chances are they mean no harm. Something in their minds makes sense and with the poor impulse control of a small child they act on their thoughts. Adults often forget that. Me most especially. Today I remembered.