Sunday, May 31, 2009

I'm Obsessed

This is what I do I am an obsessive personality. I love spray painting furniture. I now look at everything and want to paint it. Only now I am running out of things in the house. Now I want to search for things to paint. But what am I supposed to do with it after I am finished? I really don't know. That's when you realize you are obsessed. I went to the habitat for humanity restore yesterday. Lots of junk but I now can see the possibilities. I am wanting to go back. See obsessed. Couldn't sleep thinking of all the things I saw and want to refinish. I have been looking for a piece of art to finish our front room. I can't find anything I like. I bought a set of swinging doors to hang on the wall. They will of course be re finished. Wish me luck.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

space for crafts

When Caroline needed a room I lost my craft room. The things we sacrifice for our children. I had attempted many spots only to end up with stuff everywhere. The kitchen table has not seen us eat there for a few weeks now. Things were getting out of hand. Then the brilliant idea came to me. Honestly I was expecting Chris to shoot it down so it was a half hearted idea. Only much to my surprise he not only like the idea he started moving things around immediately. We have a very large bedroom. So I thought what if we pull the king size bed to the middle of the room and create the wall behind the bed as a craft area. I then want to have a curtain run the 16 feet across the room to become a backdrop for the bed. Sounds great and things are completely torn apart now but how the hell are you supposed to have a 16 foot curtain run the width of your room? That part I am very open to suggestions. If this project works go us otherwise a lot of work went into a giant mess. Wish me luck and a big margarita at the end of the day.

Saturday, May 23, 2009


Just a sneak peek at all the fun projects I have been doing! Aren't I a tease He He

This bench was a nasty yellowish wood with a floral seat. I paid to much 15.00 but really thought it would look good in the entry way of the house. Love how it turned out. A black can of spray paint and a remnant of fabric.

New Pics

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Another great story

Most women became mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.

This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes.

"Armstrong, Beth; son; patron saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie; daughter; patron saint, Cecilia. Finally he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter?"

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles, "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect.

She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness?

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, there is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Mama' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.

I will permit her to see clearly the things I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

Biggest Loser

This was the first year I have watched biggest loser and wow how inspiring is that show? A three hour finale was a bit much but over all I know I am now a solid fan. I wanted Mike to win and he came within four pounds of doing so. The best part is that they all feel like they got to win because they have changed their lives and have lost a ton of weight. I hope to actually stick to it and lose myself some serious weight. Something one of the players said has stuck with me. He and his son were on the show. The dad talked about how he did this to his son. He allowed his son to be almost four hundred pounds. That is so true. Our own lifestyles are a direct reflection on our kids.

First Goal: no more drive thru windows

Monday, May 11, 2009

Happy Mother's Day

This was sent to me and was so powerful I wanted to share.

Before I was a Mom
I never tripped over toys
Or forgot words to a lullaby
I didn't worry whether or not
My plants were poisonous
I never thought about immunizations

Before I was a Mom
I had never been puked on
Pooped on - chewed on - or peed on
I had complete control of my mind
And my thoughts and I slept all night

Before I was a Mom...
I never held down a screaming child
So doctors could do all those tests & give a shot
I never looked into teary eyes and cried myself
I never got gloriously happy over a simple little jester
I never sat up late hours at night
Just watching my little baby sleep

Before I was a Mom...
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put them down
I never felt my heart break a million times as they grew
When I couldn't stop the hurt - I prayed
I never knew that something so small
Could affect my life so much
I never knew that I could love someone so much
I never knew I would love being a Mom

Before I was a Mom...
I didn't know the feeling of unconditional love
Having my heart outside my body
I didn't know how special it could feel
To feed a hungry baby with our bodies
I didn't know that bond existed
And between a mother and her child - there is no stronger bond
I never knew I was important and ever needed

Before I was a Mom...
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
Every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay - I have never given up
I had never known the warmth, the joy and the love
And the complete heartache and the complete wonderment
Or the satisfaction of being a Mom
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much
Before I was a Mom - I did not exist