Helllooooo Out There

Before I go on a rant about how long it's been since I've posted lets all take a moment to honor Molly's hotness. Seriously. If I could chop off her hair and glue it on mine I'd do it in a heartbeat.

All right. Times up.

So the three people who actually read my blog have been pestering me for months...yikes...months to update my blog. I thought I had given up on my blog, I really did. Work is busy. Life is busy. I have things to sew. Our internet is pretty unreliable. I post all my pictures on facebook anyways. I have no energy for creative writing. BUT one thing made me change my mind... (interruption...i just got a text from my husband saying "update your blog" alright already...i'm doing it!)... the thing that made me change my mind? Albertson's is NOT my hero anymore. I have had quite the run in with the coupons at that place and have embarrassed all my friends and family by yelling at the check out boys & girls about the price on my Quaker Oat Squares and now remember why I used to refuse service to them. Speaking of refusing service...I was refused service at McDonalds just the other day but that is another story for another time.

I just don't know where to begin.

We have been busy. Matt is going to school full time. Two years left and he will be DONE. I can hardly wait. I would like to stay home and tan and have babies and make crafts and go on lunch dates. Sounds dreamy right? I know.

I suppose I will start with Matt's birthday.

I planned a surprise birthday scavenger hunt...thanks to Marg and her rad ideas...up in p-town. Part of it was because I love my darling and wanted him to have a fun and exciting birthday doing things we are too boring to usually do, and part of it was because I was being selfish and wanted to go to Washington Square Mall and Ikea. My birthday bash idea killed two birds with one stone(which by the way is a pretty gross thing if you think about it. yuck.)

I gave Matt clues such as "Where Swedes go to shop"-Ikea

While we were there we bought this

For my sewing room...but it wasn't bright enough so we put it in Moll's reading corner in her room and sometimes I'm so jealous that it's not in my room I go sit under it just to admire it's cuteness.

Then we went to where St. Nick goes for lunch-Nicholas' Lebanese food...yikes. I really tried to like it but it was a stretch. The only thing that saved me from barfing was the gigantic pita bread.

We did other silly things like getting ice cream cones and going to Nike Town and going to Desseret book. But the raddest part of all was going bouldering. I was trying to be adventurous but it was quite the disaster.

This is me...an inch off the floor...hanging on for dear life.

This is Matt...almost upside down...rockin it like always.

Our arms felt like jello.

Then we went shopping and to Cheesecake Factory and ate until we thought we would explode. The next day we had a BBQ with the whole fam dam.

And that's all she wrote.

Albertsons-My Hero

This is a miracle story really.
When we first moved to Ashland I shopped at Albertsons. I didn't know I had choices. Albertsons was close, it was friendly, and it was EXPENSIVE. After a couple of years of wondering why my grocery bill was over 100 dollars a week for 3 people I starting looking around at my options. Ashland is small. Ashland is not into chain stores. Ashland likes to be organic. My only choice was to move onto Medford-where I found WINCO. WINCO was my saving grace, it chopped my bill down by more than half. Who knew that little old me would turn into a price watcher, that's what marriage does to you I suppose...Matt has been thanking his lucky stars. The point of all of this rambling is that I never even step foot inside Albertsons unless I am getting a Red Box. Well on Wednesday night I rushed into the forbidden food palace to pick up some hot cocoa for young womens. I just happened to pass the cereal isle on my way out and right before my very eyes they were having a SALE on CEREAL. Its unheard of. My fav cereal in all the world was on sale. It's NEVER on sale...even at WINCO its 5 bucks for a teensy box. I bought 30 boxes of cereal and only spent 30 dollars. Its amazing really. Needless to say I have a raging stomach ache because I have been eating nothing but huge mounds of oatmeal squares for days now.

Feelin the Love Yall

Why does blogger.com hate me? I would blog more...I really would...if only it didn't take me three and a half days to upload one picture. I am going on a strike from blogger until they can let me do my thing without having a mental break down. Until then...

Business World Here I Come

Ever since I was a little lady I would sit with my mom's trusty Victoria's Secret magazine and circle all the "classy" business lady outfits I would someday get to wear. I guess the day has come my friends. I have officially passed all my real estate exams and am a licensed real estate agent. hold your applause. Now comes the tricky part. I have to have a business card. Who knew that along with classy business lady suits I would also need classy business lady cards? And who knew that their would be so many "life changing" decisions...like...what picture do I use for all the world to see? Here's my fav. I think. My cousin Jessica snapped this beauty last weekend and my great friend Marg (as I like to call her when she is being my photo lady) jazzed it up a bit. She said she gave me the vogue treatment...she got rid of my bloodshot eyes, stray hairs, wrinkles around my eyes, spots on my shirt and made my teeth white. Now if that doesn't sound like classy business lady I don't know what does. So what do you think? Did Marg's tricks do the trick? Do I look like I'm going to pass out? Does my shirt scream I'm 70 years old? Is my grow out distracting you? Tell me please.

The Quest for the Black Diamond

Pretty dramatic title right? I know. Well this post deserves the dramatic-ness title of them all. Here's how it went down. Molly's little darling made her a darling little box for Christmas. Yes I said made, he is quite talented you see, Molly has high standards. Inside this box was an assortment of high school love trinkets, one of which was a little "bead" inside a doubled taped plastic "bead box". Molly waited patiently until after her movie party guests had gone home to peek inside her special box. I was eagerly looking over her shoulder like a good big sister should do. She is taking forever. I am nosey. I see the bead box. I grab the bead box. "What's this?" I say as I'm tearing the tape away. I finally remove the tape. Molly tells me not to open the bead box. I open the bead box. Hmmm. I'm confused. I can't help myself. I try to take the bead out of the special bead box. And abra cadabra, by no fault of my own, it disappears into the great abyss. I say uh oh. Molly says I told you so. We search. We pray. We almost cry. Molly went to bed. I searched. I prayed. I almost cried. I give up and go to bed. At church the next morning I go up to Mr. Darling and say "Hey, what was in that bead box? I dropped it on the floor and can't find it" He says "Oh. It was a black diamond. But its okay". A black diamond?? Well you should really take better care when you give someone a diamond, a little warning that says don't open this, I am special. I tell Molly this. Molly reminds me that it was all taped up and she told me not to open it. Rats. Charlie and Melanie come over for dinner. Alyssa their 6 year old says a prayer. She draws a plan. She has tools. They search. For an hour. We eat dinner. Melanie and I give up. Molly gives up. Alyssa gives up. Charlie is searching. Searching carpet strand by carpet strand. Alas! He FINDS it. Charlie saved the day. Charlie was Molly's Christmas miracle.

Here is the box

Here is the bead box...minus the gigantic sponge that was in it that made the diamond dangerously close to the top and causes black diamonds to jump right out.

Here is our carpet that it fell into. Now you tell me how it's possible to find a black diamond the size of a freckle in a carpet covered in black specs also the size of a freckle? Miracle.


Found.

All is well in teenage land for the minute.

This is What I Thought was so Darling

There is something wrong with our uploader because it will not let me upload hardly any pictures so this one will have to do for now. 5 months ago I started on a sewing project that was supposed to take 3 hrs, I just finished yesterday. I made two skirts, two jam bottoms(pjs) and two of these reversible capes. I have never made clothes before and I am far from good at it but it was fun to see these things come together. My next project is way more darling that these so I cant' wait to get started. Maybe next year I will finish them!

Aren't they darling?

blogger won't let me upload any pictures. guess you will never know what i thought was so darling.