Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Woah Mom Guilt.

I think I am a confident person. If there is one thing that can shake it, it's this whole parenting thing. Tomorrow my sweet boy turns 6. Again, I am scrambling for someway for him to feel special. This time of year it's impossible for me to muster up some sort of party. I can't add one more thing to my laundry list. Who pays the price? My little boy, the one who I want to give the world to.

So for tomorrow, he requested peanut butter cookies for his school treat. They are ready to go. We'll have a special dinner and open a few presents. I hope it's enough. If he can feel even a portion of how much he means to me, It'll be enough.

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Me and My Guitar

Last Tuesday was my birthday.
I turned 32.
My parents forgot.

It was also supposed to be my first guitar lesson but I cancelled so I could go out for Mexican food and Margaritas with my husband and kids. It was a great day. I resceduled my first lesson for Wednesday. I was excited all day for it. Mike bought me a guitar two anniversaries ago and even though I was eager to learn, I could never come up with the time to do it. I found the time now and I am doing it!

I walked in to meet my instructor and I was both relieved and dissapointed that he wasn't a twenty-something, hot musical genius who smelled a little like patchouli. Instead, he was a very patient 50 something man that knows how to play a guitar. I've been practicing a few minutes each day and I think I like it. I think I like it, a lot. Me and my pretty girl.

She's totally a girl, don't you think?

Monday, November 23, 2009

The GG Famly Update.

My Boy. He's getting so old and independent. He's handsome and the sweetest, biggest hearted boy I've ever known. The person he's turning into makes me so proud to say that I spent every minute raising him until he was four. So very proud.

My Girl. She's not quite as shy anymore. She's in love with her Grandpa, my dad. She's feisty and knows what she wants. She gets prettier every single day.

Somedays I can't believe that she's my baby. My little girl.

Together they are like wind and fire. They need each other. They annoy each other.

They love each other.

I'm thankful they are mine.
I love them, more than ever.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.

Without a doubt, the one physical attribute that gets the most attention on me are my teeth. I have huge, relatively white, straight teeth. Oh my god you guys, what you don't mouth is a big hot mess.

What I am about to tell you will probably make you run directly to your dentist. I've always taken pretty good care of my teeth. I brush twice a day, floss a few times a week. I had braces when I was in grade school and would go to the dentist when my mom would take me. I actually liked going and having my teeth gleam when I left.

Around my sophomore year in high school, I remember my dentist starting to comment on my gums and how they were receding. They began watching them, closely. The next few years they talked about surgery on my gums. I just kept saying that they weren't that bad, that I could wait another year.

Somewhere in there, I went on a spring break trip to Miami Beach to visit my favorite cousin. While we were there he told us that he had just had gum surgery. He hadn't been able to eat much besides super soft foods. His mouth was starting to feel somewhat healed and he was ready to eat! He took us to one of his favorite Italian restaurants and we started with bread. Crusty, delicious, Italian bread. He was being so careful. And then he wasn't. He told us that his stiches had opened. I promptly stood up, walked myself to the restroom, and passed out. On the bathroom floor. Out. My imagination had gone wild and I could just picture what was going on in his mout. Blood. Pain. Gross. But also, I knew I had the same thing in store.

I went to the dentist a few more times, each time with more anxiety about what I'd hear. Then, I stopped. Straight up, just didn't go anymore.

I moved to Florida and didn't want to search out a good dentist.
I got pregnant.
I was busy with a toddler.
I got pregnant again.
I had two kids at home.
I was too busy taking my kids to their dental appointments.

I had all the excuses. I have run out of excuses. It's been 7 years since I've been and I 'd like to keep the teeth that are currently living in my mouth.

Tomorrow I'm starting over. I am seeing a new dentist and I'm ready to face the music. I'll do whatever I need to do- It just better not entail dentures that click when I chew.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I'm Baaaa-aack!

Hi there. How are you? Your hair looks pretty today. Is that shirt new-- It makes your boobs look really perky.

I've missed this, so damn much. I took off when my family found out about my blog and started reading. I tried to keep writing every now and then but I found myself censoring like crazy. And me and censoring, we're like oil and water. It became a chore rather than an outlet.

Now that time has past, I'm hoping that most of them have lost interest and I can write about what's been going on in my little world.

I've got stories. I've got pictures. I've got plans! Are you ready? Things could get crazy up in here...

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Purple, Violet, Lavender

Today is a purple sort of day at our house.

We are remembering a sweet little girl who was born a little too early and left a lot too early. We are thinking of the Spohr family today and wishing them strength and peace. We are there in spirit!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Special Report

Let's face it, I am a Martha wannabe. I cook. I bake (thus leading to my ass problem). I need to throw myself into a project every once in a while.
Sometimes my projects don't get finished. Like the one time I had a rummage sale and decided that I had to sell my dining room pictures and do something new and fresh. I sold them for 5 dollars each. The wall is so damn bare, 2 years later, not so much as a shadow on it- Except for the two screws sticking out that remind me everyday of my project failure.
Sometimes though, my projects turn out! And sometimes they turn out so well that I exhume my buried blog to show you! I am not sure how I got the idea. I just know that I was dropping off boxes of things at Goodwill to declutter my home and the next thing I know, I am driving home with two sticky, gross chairs knowing that I wanted them to be pretty again.

I paid 5.99 for each chair.
dining chair redo

They were barely worth that.
dining chair redo
I stripped them down, sanded them and tried to make them pretty again...

I think it worked!
dining chair redo

If you look closely, they are by no means perfect. But they make me happy. I made something so very old and dingy look bright and fun again!
dining chair redo
Now if I could just keep my kids and their sticky little fingers off of them...

dining chair redo