Posts Tagged ‘friends’

being our kind of crazy.

10/16/2013

your kind of crazy

Missing our friends in Seattle who used to fill our home with laughter and kids and homemade strawberry rhubarb margaritas, but looking forward to having new(ish) friends over tonight to start to make Bellingham feel even more like home. Nothing like an evening with seven kids to find out if you’re the same kind of crazy, right?

photo by me. on pinterest here.

being 20 random things. summer vacation style.

06/26/2013

note: it took me over a week to write all 20 of these, so… just go with it.

one. So You Think You Can Dance is back, which means that I’m going to cry over some crazy ass contemporary style dancing all summer.

two. I’ve officially survived two days of summer vacation.

three. I’m exhausted.

four. Can we just take a moment and appreciate this? Because, ohmygod. Andria posted these last night and I can’t stop staring at them. Seriously. Hello. Way to capture a moment, AL.

five. I organized my closet by color last weekend and there is something about it that is so comforting to me. Like, I can feel my blood pressure settle a little bit every time I open my closet.

six. We’re taking the kids to Wild Waves this weekend. Good idea or bad? I can’t decide. I’m hoping that it’s not raining, although, I’d rather have it be raining than crowded.

seven. I just browsed through the newest editions on Nordstrom and couldn’t find a single pair that I was obsessed with to share with you. Scratch that. I couldn’t find a single pair to share with you that was under $400.

eight. I think the most I’ve spent on a pair of shoes was around $250 for a pair of Frye boots. I’ve worn them about a dozen times in the six-years I’ve owned them.

nine. We took a little online poll about what Kanye and Kim would name their baby. My guess was that they’d name her Kanye West, because we know how Mr. West feels about himself. I’m pretty sure he only had a baby with Kim because he couldn’t have a baby WITH HIMSELF. I have to say, there were some pretty hilarious suggestions.

ten. Today, I calmed a frantic soon-to-be-kindergartner mom who was consumed with mommy-mill rumors. Can I tell you how fantastic it is to have your second child start school? I think I’m actually enjoying Meg’s kindergarten experience because I don’t feel like my head is spinning with the unknown. It’s really lovely.

eleven. There’s a new Kidz Bob version of Macklemore‘s Thriftshop. It’s pretty good. Especially when I still add the “motherfucker” parts.

twelve. We should go to this. Want to?

thirteen. I wish that my single girlfriends would give me little calling cards with their picture on it that I could discreetly slip to the single guys that are always working at this Starbucks. It would be so helpful. For all of us.

fourteen. Swim lessons. Every weekday for two weeks. It seemed like a really great idea when I registered and I’m sure that I’ll be pleased with the progress that the kids have made at the end of next week and really, they’re loving it. BUT, swim lessons is totally ruining the flow of my day. Lessons for all three kids, back to back to back, keep us there from 9-10:30 a.m. and by the time we get home, they’re wiped, hungry and semi-cranky, which means that the morning swim session is pretty much our activity of the day. Swim lessons, you’re cramping my style.

fifteen. My first book club is this week. From what I hear, I should hydrate for the next two days in preparation.

sixteen. I bought Macklemore tickets today. I originally had four amazing reserved seats in my basket, but something funky happened and the page accidentally refreshed and I lost them. And, I nearly cried. After trying for another hour, I finally got my hands on two general admission floor seats, which means that we’ll be in the crowd at the Key. Better brush up on those mosh-pit skills from the old days. (I’m not kidding.)

seventeen. We popped up to Menchie’s after dinner tonight, mostly to just get the kids out of the house for a few minutes and get some fresh air in their lungs before bedtime. I was disappointed with what I picked. Such a letdown. The whole thing tasted like plastic to me.

eighteen. Tonight was the first time ever that we’ve walked to Menchie’s without someone falling/tripping on the way there or the way home. It was a small miracle.

nineteen. My to-do list for Wednesday: Run. Clean the bathroom. Swim lessons. Play date for Janie. Housework. Eye surgeon appointment for Janie. Prep dinner. Work. Hopefully be in bed at midnight.

twenty. There is a jicama in my fridge right now.

being a guest post. {sheena}

02/11/2013

I begged some of my favorites to guest blog for me while I’m away this week, asking them to send me their 10 random thoughts. Meet Sheena, who is actually the brilliant mind behind The Invisible Hostess here in Seattle… and sometimes she lets me borrow her baby for the afternoon too. Also, how amazing is her hair?

sheena

1. Are you kidding me? Bill Clinton is a guest of the Betty White Birthday…excuse me, SECOND… 90th birthday special. Am I the only person on the planet that doesn’t get it?  I think she’s funny, I’m impressed at her sudden zeitgeist popularity, but I refuse to think her poop smells like roses. As creeper Creed from The Office so wisely said, in reference to following Michael Scott’s jerk nephew’s Twitter feed, “Everywhere I look it’s Betty White this and Betty White that. Finally a kid who’s not talking about Betty White.”

2. I laughed for five days straight and then cried for 10 when I realized the character I most identify with on that show is the weirdest.

3. I have an unhealthy obsession with eyelashes. Length and thickness – I have spent stupid amounts of money trying to figure out how to give myself my own lash extensions to avoid the monthly fill fee…ironic. The only reason I don’t get extensions, and this is not a lie, is every time I think of the money I would spend on such a vain alteration of my face, I picture villages in Africa that don’t have clean drinking water and I can’t do it. Stubby eyelashes = #firstworldproblems. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of unnecessary vanity rituals I go through on a monthly, hell, daily basis that are equally unjustifiable, but for some reason, eye last extensions lead me to think of dehydrated villagers and I can’t do it. Sigh.

4. “I am slowly realizing there will never be a time when I am “all caught up” so I might as well enjoy the hell out of whatever I am doing… I don’t want to let “owing” someone something stand in the way of ease — I owe myself my freedom, my joy, my engagement, my passion.” – Molly Mahar of Stratejoy.  This was a revelation to me.

5. If I could only wear one outfit for the rest of my life, it would be skinny stretchy jeans, boots, and an oversized sweater.  I always feel comfortable, yet put together in this outfit.  Like, “I’m an awesome Mom-on-the-go!” is what goes through my head.

6. I’ve had some serious “what am I worth” debates in my head lately and I have my husband and this lady to thank for sorting me out. Why do I place my value in our home on how much coin I put in our bank account? If that’s how I measure value, I’ll NEVER feel good enough. As my insanely supportive husband pointed out, my contribution to our home (childcare, housecleaning, general life organization) has a price tag and I save our home from spending that. My contribution also allows him the ability to do his job, so we can have the life we have. I wear a lot of hats — wife, mother, business owner, to name a few — and while the Benjamins aren’t piling up, what I do for our family means the Benjamins aren’t flying out the door either. Hey mamma at home or from your desk at work – you are incredibly valuable.

7. I have awesome kids. They are crazy cute, very funny and if I didn’t have to be sober for 9+ months, I’d totally have more of them. Who’s with me?

8. For my fellow entrepreneurs out there, my favorite piece of advice from entrepreneur Natalie Bradley is very simple: “Blinders Up.” What does that mean? Like a horse that is kept on track by putting blinders on its face, put up your own blinders and ignore what the people around you are doing.  Who cares what your competition is doing? Be your very best, be genuine, never be jaded and don’t waste your breath comparing yourself to others.  “Blinders Up” my friend.

9. A Generation Y Mother’s Prayer: “Dear God, Let those that value the privacy of intimate moments be damned so my kids aren’t cursed by the potty training photos I posted last week that will haunt them for all eternity.  May those that chose to not post every waking hour of their child on Facebook be questioned, ‘What are you hiding?’ so my over exposed son will have a one up at his college interview. May the video of my two-year old daughter running after a squirrel be considered a valuable workplace trait displaying her ability to work with others when she’s interviewing at age 32.  And may all of my selfy pics knock it out of the park on the first try till the day I die.  Amen.”

10. Can I turn this into a diaper bag?

11. Have you seen PBS’s three part series, Prohibition? Part 1 is the most fascinating.  What we consumed as a country that led to the prohibition movement is disturbing – and this is coming from a woman who doesn’t want to get pregnant again because she doesn’t want to be sober for 9 months.  The average male American drank the equivalent of a fifth of whiskey a day  – A DAY!  Just think on that for a minute. (Sheena wrote 11 random thoughts. She’s totally an overachiever like that.)

being 2013.

01/01/2013

NYE-2012-Collagethe last pictures of 2012 from a party at our neighbors’ last night.

I’m feeling stumped about the year to come. Straight out stumped.

I have no idea what to resolve to do or become or what goals to make.

Stumped.

I tried to look back at what I was thinking at the beginning of 2012 and 2011, but I can’t say it helped much.

I suppose it’s hard to look ahead at an entire year and for me, I’m trying my best to live the best day I can every single day, instead of thinking ahead to what I want tomorrow to look like. It’s hard for me, as I’m a girl who loves to plan plan plan. And then plan some more.

But, when you live in the day or the moment, it’s also easy to let your bigger goals slip by. I think my plan this year will be to try to take on some monthly goals that are tangible and will keep my year moving forward, while still allowing me to keep my nose out of my calendar.

Here’s January…

Home: Reorganize the kitchen. Including painting the bookshelf Josh made me, pulling everything out of the cupboards to clean and reorganize, scrubbing the old, dirt-magnet baseboards until them gleam and adding storage solutions where I can.

Family: Create a better afternoon/evening routine. We have a good one now, but it’s not allowing Janie enough time to do her homework (which usually gets pushed to post-little kid bedtime) and I’d like to change things up when we get back to school next week. Advice welcome!

Me: In bed by 11pm and up by 6am. I’ve had the chance to get some lovely rest over the holidays and I want to keep it up. Really, I’d like to be in bed by 10pm, but considering my workload this month, I can’t see that happening.

Work: Put my name on a blog re-design list. Oh, how I’ve been avoiding this. But, it needs to happen. Not only do I need a re-design, but I need to transfer my blog to a self-hosted platform, which is more than I can do myself. Step 1: Finding a designer who I like, fits in my budget and will also do the transfer. Step 2: Paying the deposit. Both to be done in January.

Tell me, what are your goals/resolutions/thoughts for 2013?


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