~Reese's Room~

It strikes me as funny that I'm posting about "decorating" when I'm SO not a decorator. My talented friend, Amy, is my decorator. I've caught myself laughing as I sit on Reese's floor making decisions about what should go where. It literally gives me a headache.

See, we're not in full on, budget ready decorating mode just yet.  I'm simply putting what we have up on walls because I cannot stand another minute of brown boxes on the floor.

Nor can my girls. I learned that when I heard that Avery's prayer request at Sunday school recently was, "That we would finally get all moved in." I about died.......so funny!

Anyway. Here it is.

Furniture from my grandmother.
A comforter that I love.
A collage of art that sort of contradicts my ideal color scheme but it's HERS and she loves it.
Lights on a dresser because who doesn't want Christmas lights up all year?!
First competition leo and medals because it's so great to find the thing she loves and can actually do! ;-)

and no, she did not paint the bottom left canvas! 

I have since cleaned this mirror.

Just in case you were wondering......cuz' all I see is streaks. Oh. And a precious little sister.

Struggling with what to put over her bed.

Love her little homemade banner and all but I'm thinking that's more closet wall worthy.

Contemplating a big one of these:

Yes? No? Maybe so?

Lovely to be here on blogger. Finally finished copying and pasting. 

So very grateful for the reprieve of summer.

~stacey

~Baked Beans On Your Burger~

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

~Baked Beans On Your Burger~ So obviously, I need to start a group entitled, "Can't Leave Xanga Anonymous".  It's not that I can't stand to leave, but more I can't find the time to finish copying and pasting all my old posts.  Maybe this will be my last xanga post. Yes, I think so. Maybe. Don't hold me to that. Anyway.....moving along..... WE ARE FINISHED WITH SCHOOL FOR THE YEAR!! I have never been more thrilled for summer break. My parents spent the weekend with us. It was Mother's Day and also unofficially, Get A LOT Done Day.  Mom and Dad have this wonderful helping ability. They drill holes, hang things, move things,put out sod, fix the gardenia fungus, and fold clothes faster than anyone I know.  Let's face it. I'm b.u.s.y.     .....and not that everyone else isn't busy but I am wired in such a way that I require shut down time. If it's not done by 8:00 at night, it's most likely not going to get done. I have a point where I crash and say, "to he!! with it......that'll have to wait". So. Since our move, the kids rooms have yet to be totally put together and because I have Decorating ADHD, completing a room is hard to do. Also, I'm not truly decorating just yet.....I'm taking what we have and making things as pretty as they can be without purchasing a lot. I'm just as, or maybe more, irritated by things not being functional as I am them not being attractive.  I believe in being reasonable with how much I spend on things. I realize that "reasonable" is very subjective but the thought that is most prevalent in my head when I consider things I buy for my house is, "It's all going to burn. It's not going to last. This STUFF is not eternal. Have what you want as much as you can afford and as much as is reasonable, but more than that, WANT WHAT YOU HAVE."  So, my sweet parents helped me get Jake's room up and running. It is just what a boy's room ought to be. (in my humble, but most always right opinion) LOL.....kidding!!  Filled with things he likes.   A bed and table that belonged to his Daddy when he was a boy, a dresser that his parents have used since the day they were married (with no less than four coats of paint on it), Craigslist lockers that actually lock so he can think he can keep his cool, secret stuff away from nosy sisters, a bulletin board for his WAR EAGLE paraphernalia, military planes and "I Want You" Uncle Sam tin posters on the wall, because he thinks soldiers are tough, and his tacky, but awesome, remote control cars right on top of his dresser so he can grab them in a hurry, and because he would say, "They look nice there!".  AND! Mother's Day, my kids were determined to serve us adults dinner. I mean, they figured out the leftovers and made menus, put on aprons, and everything. Normally, I would talk them out of this kind of thing, but they were not to be put off. So, we sat down at the table on the back porch and let them have at it. It felt a little like "Martinelli's" on the Parent Trap. Funniest part was Brad's reaction to the realization that he had cold baked beans on his hamburger. When he asked for a "side of baked beans", he did not know that sides came ON or IN the entree'. .....guess maybe that's what they do at really great restaurants.  ~stacey

~blah and ballet~ (totally unrelated topics)

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

~blah and ballet~ (totally unrelated topics) Yes, I'm still moving blog sites, but I'm a snail.....still copying and pasting.            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's rained for for three days straight. No lie. Three days. I consider myself to be a girl who likes the rain but I'm in desperate need of sunshine. Hoping today is the day.  Don't think I'd make it in Alaska. All I can think about right now are the little positive sayings my Dad said so much while we were growing up, they actually made their way into my hard head. "Attitude determines altitude" "Have an attitude of gratitude" "Do you need a check up from the neck up?" "You need an 'A.I.K.'" (Attitude Improvement Kit) -we LOVED hearing that one. "I feel so good, I could grab a tree and shake the world!" "I've been spit on, talked about, and laughed at, but never insulted." Thanks to my parents, I have come to understand, that most times, my feelings are a direct result of my thoughts.  *I firmly believe this is not ALWAYS true. Clinical depression is a real issue and may need intervention beyond what you can do on your own.*  I'm referring to blah. gross. blue. hormonally yuck. tired. just need a short break kind of thing. One of the best things I've read in a long time about beating the "doldrums" is right HERE If you are a woman, mom or not, and if you ever just get emotionally gross, you must read it. It's my current favorite. She so eloquently says what I know to be true. Read it!  But as for something that is NOT blah, my little, well not so little, growing up way too fast, Avery, getting ready for recital. I could write lots about what goes through my mind when I see her on stage, but I won't. .....well maybe I will a little. She's just a girl in a tutu to most people. But because she's my girl, and I know her better than anyone, and because I think way too much, I see the beautiful complexity of who she is, and hopefully who she will become, and I marvel at her in front of a bunch of strangers smiling, doing exactly what she is told to do, with a smile on her face, without a stomach ache.  It's pretty remarkable, actually.      ~stacey