Thursday, June 26, 2008

My New Hobby

One thing I have noticed since I have been a stay at home mom for the last couple of months is how unorganized my house is. Well, I guess I always noticed but it was easier to forget about when I was jumping on a plane and staying at a hotel all the time. But now it is driving me crazy!
Justin always thought I went a little crazy with the food cupboard. Occasionally, I just pulled everything out and put it in perfect rows with labels facing out. Nothing alphabetical or anything. It made me feel SO GOOD after.
Now though I have all these organization goals but I get so frustrated... I love organization but I am terrible at getting it done. I get too overwhelmed. Even at work I used to want those nice little files and everything in its proper place but it would never work out.
All of this leads me to my new hobby...looking up pictures of organized rooms. Seriously. One of my favorite websites is check out their showroom! It is what dreams are made of. I get so excited to look at all the rooms and closets and dream of the closets of my future. Unfortunately that is all I do. I have no idea where to start and Carson does not really let me work on any projects for too long.
Oh yeah and if these closets get you try or else just do google searches for "organization"....
Maybe I need a professional.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Baby Bites

My friend Misty came up from Arizona the other day on her way to a family reunion. It was SO fun to get the boys all together! Misty and I have been friends since 1st grade and she is really more like a sister... I think I have lived with her more years than I have lived with some members of my family.
Her boys, J.R. and Jackson are 2 1/2 and 9 months. Look at the size comparison..ha ha. The best was when I was nursing Carson and Jackson came upstairs. He looks at Carson and then looks at me and says "Ow". I replied, "Yeah, it kinda hurts sometimes" He looks at me very concerned and says, "Baby biting your boobie."

Monday, June 16, 2008

I am Sorry Julie Buck!

I watched a movie with some friends a couple of weeks ago. On it, the teen girls were very typically "awful" and mean to one girl. My friends related so much to the girl being teased and as I watched I realized that I used to be one of the "mean girls." Don't get me wrong, I also remember walking into the lunchroom as someone shouted "Don't trip over your chin." Or when my friends didn't want to sit at the same table as me because I was the target that week of the senior girls food throwing. But none of that excuses the fact that I was one of the mean girls myself.

When Julie moved into our school she automatically came and wanted to sit with my group of friends. The audacity! Didn't she realize the social lines she was crossing. After all, none of us carried backpacks on our back...did she not see the Esprit logo across the bags that were permanently damaging the one shoulder we slung them over? We were so mean. Every week we gave her challenges that she would need to complete to be able to sit with us. For example, walk up to a popular football player and kiss him, take off her shirt when the elevator door opened. We assured her that we had all done similar things to be part of the "posse". It was so mean!

So, Julie, I am SO sorry. If it is any consolation I hope if I ever have daughters they are more like YOU and less like Me as teenagers. I also hope that wherever you are you are successful, happy, and laughing at the tough lessons many of my "so cool" friends had to learn about being better people! So, as you return from your world travels, speeding home in your Mercedes, with your two perfect children smiling at you... I hope you have the last laugh.

PS... apparently I was Too cool to even smile for the photo (I am on the far left). Why were "mall bangs" ever cool?

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Ranch Entertainment

We had a great weekend at the ranch in Manila. Ever wonder what you would do without the tv for entertainment? Well, here it is. We made "air zerberts" and snapped pics. Even the kids joined in.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Eyebrow Waxing

Yesterday I got my eyebrows waxed. I love getting my eyebrows waxed! Seriously. I may the only person in the world who gets so excited for it. Not just because of the end result either. I actually enjoy the pain. Weird huh? I love to lay back with anticipation, the smell of the wax, how it is all warm going on, the paper that they gently pat onto the wax. Then... ripppp! Adrenaline rush. It takes all of my self control not to ask to see the paper after they are done. Why would I want to see it? I don't know. But, I tried waxing at home before and it was a goopy mess but I was thrilled to see the little hairs on the strip after. Call me crazy.

The best part is that it is still tingling and hurting a bit and then they put that amazing creme on it. The creme smells great and sometimes I even get some baby powder after too. That is the best!

What I don't like is when the person waxing has stinky breath! That is horrible. You would think if you were up in someone's face all day you would make sure and brush and floss. Unfortunately, 9 times out of 10 that is not the case though. It can ruin a truly wonderful experience. I also had a recent experience where it was very close to time to feed Carson and the lady waxing my brows leaned over me and put her elbow on my breast. She actually had her weight leaning on me. Quite uncomfortable.

Waxing your lip is quite the opposite. First of all, I usually don't tell them I want my lip waxed as well until we get into the room. The reason? Well, whatever you are getting done seems to get repeated to the whole salon...very loudly! Now, most women probably need to do something to take care of that little business that tends to creep up on us, but for some reason it is still embarrassing! We don't even like to admit it to each other. So, once in the room I will casually say, "Oh, can you wax my lip too?" I am even embarrassed to ask the ladies who do the waxing. The women who work at the salon that I go to are from Vietnam and they have the smoothest faces ever. I am sure they are thinking... poor hairy girl. How did she ever catch a husband?
The pain on your lip is not the same and then they always do that last so I have to go out and pay looking like I just drank a gallon of red kool-aid. And everyone stares. Everytime. Sometimes I want to yell, "OK! So I got my lip waxed! Maybe you should do that sometime instead of sitting in your pedicure chairs staring at me!"