Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas Eve!

Hi friends! I hope you have the merriest of Christmases spent with the special people in your life.

With all my love,

Monday, December 23, 2013

Wearables

In addition to my nesting items, I've also had my eye on some things I can wear....why do we say "I've had my eye on.." wouldn't it be, "I've had my eyes on...?"

Anyway....

I totally need this shirt.
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 Except I don't actually get to take naps. I have kids. But my idea of partying is sleeping. That sounds like a great night to me.
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I've been wanting some "pleather" leggings for awhile and have no idea why. I can't wear them to work and it's not like I ever do girl's nights. Maybe in 2014 B and I will do date nights to places other than bars to watch a game and I'll have an excuse to wear something like this....the pants at least, I'm not a fan of the shirt.
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I realize wedge sneakers are really polarizing. You either love them or hate them but I love them. I'm usually someone who doesn't jump on trends right away but even though I'm a bit of a sneaker head, they always make me feel really dressed down and frumpy. I feel like I can actually still look cute in these, almost like I'm wearing really comfy heels. I have some similar tan ones and they're so comfy! I kinda hope this trend sticks around.



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How dope are these?! Like I said in my last post, I'm really into nature and rocks right now. Er, again. I've always loved arrowheads so I'd be thrilled to get one of these for my birthday (it's 12 days away!)

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I've wanted a brass knuckles necklace for years. Don't ask me why because I'm not a violent person. Maybe it's my inner punk rock coming out?

I feel like this list was originally much longer but I can't think of everything I wanted to include right now - story of my life.


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Dear Santa

So I realize it's a little late for a Christmas list (says the girl who originally asked if it was too early to start one in September or October) but a Christmas/Birthday list is completely warranted, right? I can't believe I'll be 31 in just a few weeks.


First off, my sister took me to Anthropologie for the first time ever last weekend. I'd always stayed away because I thought it was super expensive and I'd never afford anything. But I fell in love.

I'm really into decorating with nature right now.  And I've always been into rocks so I love these. Seriously, I was always picking up rocks as a kid. Whenever we moved we had boxes of rocks to take with us. Once I figure out what color we're painting our living room and can figure out decor - I want these.

This pic is way too tiny, but  how adorable is this teacup? I just love the little feet. And I'm obsessed with tea. Seriously, I drink 4-6 cups per day.

I thought these were pretty cute but passed them up. They only had one E and they're super heavy. We have enough heavy ornaments already. I was trying to think if I could use them in some way other than as ornaments, but my only idea is pretty lame.

I did buy some wooden snowflake ornaments though.I only bought two but would love to have 5. They don't have them online but they're awesome! Our poor tree is so bare even after all the ornaments I bought/made last year, I made a few more last night that I might share. 

We also went to Urban (Outfitters) where I ended up falling in love with this.

How cool is that?! I'm so in love. No idea what I'd put in it yet but that's a moo point. (name that show.)

Can you tell I'm totally in nesting mode right now? No, I'm NOT pregnant (not even close) I just want to make our house a home. There's so many more things on my list but I'll do the wearable things later. 


Monday, December 16, 2013

Pissed And Unimpressed

I'm pretty sure this takes the Santa pictures cake.


I'm not entirely sure that Peanut was scared of Santa - I think he's more pissed at me. He'd been drinking water in line so when it became our turn, I took his cup away and he was frustrated. "C'mon, you're going to sit on Santa's lap," I told him.

"No fank you," he replied as he leaned away from me holding his hand. Meanwhile, the lady taking pictures and Santa were both really nice to Bug pointing out that Santa's suit is the same color as Bug's car so that he wouldn't be scared.

To speed things up,  I scooped Peanut and put him in Santa's lap. We were deciding between this photo and one where Peanut was looking at Santa and crying, but I wanted one where we could see his face.

Bug, however, was utterly unimpressed. There were three of us trying to get him to smile and in all 6 pictures they took, he looks like this. I love it. 

The minute pictures were over, Peanut was just fine. Okay, maybe he was a little scared of Santa then. He told Santa thank you for his candy cane and even told him he wants a "Buzz Wightyear" for Christmas.

I thought we'd be past the age where they'd be crying over Santa, like they did last year. But so far, their first Christmas is the only photo where someone's not crying. Santa was awesome though and we'll definitely be returning to this one next year.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Nelson Mandela vs. Paul Walker


I keep seeing backlash on social media whenever someone posts about Paul Walker. There's the usual RIPs but there's a lot of mention of Nelson Mandela and how people should be grieving him and not just "some celebrity."

To say that people should be grieving one person over the other is saying that one person's life has more worth than another. That's not fair to the person being mourned or to the people mourning them. If someone was telling people not to mourn your family member and to mourn someone else, how would you feel? 

In my mind, it's like comparing apples to oranges. Both men did amazing things.

Nelson Mandela was a great man. There's no doubt about that. What he did for apartheid is unimaginable. His contributions to the world will be felt forever.

Paul Walker was a great man. I don't think he can be discounted just because he was an actor. He may have been a celebrity but he was so much more than that; he actually put family and loved ones above all else and shied away from the spotlight. He died after leaving an event for the Philippines for the charity he started after the big earthquake in Haiti for goodness sakes! He was only going to go for a ride in the Porsche and then come back to take pictures with fans and sign autographs. Not many people would go back to an event after it's finished to greet fans.

He traveled to Chile to help out there, his charity helped people after the tornadoes in Moore, Oklahoma. The whole point of his charity is to connect a network of professionals with first responder training who are aimed at accelerating worldwide (my emphasis) relief efforts when disasters strike. ROWW operates on the philosophy that by making a difference in just one person's life, the world has been changed for the better. It's like the ripple effect, one act causes ripples that affect many more people. He may not have abolished apartheid, but he was on his way to doing some other great things all across the world.

I'm sure by now you've heard the story of  the military couple  he bought the $9,000 engagement ring for - anonymously. It says far greater about a person's character what they do without cameras than what they do when cameras are around.

I feel like comparing Nelson Mandela to Paul Walker is pointless because Nelson Mandela was 95 and lived a very full, long life. Paul Walker was only 40 and had so much more life ahead of him. Mandela died of a lung infection after many years of failing health. Walker died in a fiery car crash leaving his charity event. Most likely Mandela's family members had a chance to say goodbye, Paul Walker's didn't. I think that because people were so stunned when Walker died that they've been a little more vocal about it. That doesn't mean they're choosing to mourn Walker and not Mandela.

But you know what the dope awesome thing is? We don't have to choose to grieve one over the other. It's not an either or situation. We have the capacity to mourn multiple people at the same time and knowing what I do about both men, I don't think they would want us to compare them anyway.

I'll admit I've shed more tears over Paul Walker's death than Nelson Mandela's - but I've said prayers for people affected by their deaths. I think maybe because Nelson Mandela is thought of as almost a saint already that it's a little harder for me to relate to him. Of course I'm nowhere close to buying large, anonymous gifts for people either, but Paul Walker's upbringing and life was a little closer to mine and a little easier for me to relate to. If a kid from California can grow up and do some great things, maybe I can too.



I'm actually having a hard time getting over Paul Walker's death and for that I feel silly. I never had the chance to meet him though I was determined to someday. The first words out of my mouth when I found out were,"Oh my God, no! I love him." And then as I said, "He has a daughter," I teared up and walked out of the room to pull myself together.

His daughter is 15 and will never get to experience her dad teaching her to drive, watching her graduate high school, walking her down the aisle, holding her babies on his lap. A little girl lost her dad before she had a chance to grow up. And for that my heart breaks. Every single day I have a moment where I think about his daughter and what she must be going through. Every single time it makes me tear up.

What started out for me as a silly crush 15 years ago turned into genuine admiration and respect for a man who didn't let Hollywood get to him, he chose to use the gifts he'd been given and make a mark on the world. The world needs more people like him.

If I can raise my boys to be even half the men that either Paul Walker or Nelson Mandela were, I will call that a parenting success.


I know it probably sounds like I'm trying to defend why I'm mourning Paul Walker and maybe I am but I truly don't think people should tell other people who, or how to grieve. I think Mandela and Walker would agree with me.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

5 Years Since I Almost Blew It

Monday was the 5th anniversary of mine and Boyfriend's first date. You can read our love story and about how I almost blew it.

Monday morning I posted on facebook that it was the 5th anniversary of our first date and went on with my day. Around noon, the receptionist called me and said I had a delivery. I just knew it had to be from Boyfriend. I tried to walk to the front all nonchalantly and not smile.

For the first time ever, B got me flowers and had them sent to work!


Actually, that's not true now that I think about it.  He got me flowers my first mother's day. But I don't count that 'cause I was pissed I'd just birthed two of his babies and all he did was run up the street to Safeway. Yes I realize that makes me sound like a horrible person. I blame hormones.

I got a laugh out of the attached card because it said some stuff and then "the boys and I won't be the same without you." It was signed Boyfriends name and the Bois. I asked Boyfriend if he's trying to off me and what was up with the Boooooiiiis! 

We ended the night at Doofer's, the place of our first date. It wasn't intentional, we just wanted to watch the Seahawks game and Doofer's is the only bar where you can take kids.

At dinner I teased B and asked if he realized it wasn't our actual anniversary, just the anniversary of our first date. He got a sheepish grin and admitted he couldn't remember the date we'd settled on. I could tell he was a little embarrassed but I cut him off and said it was ok. We didn't become official until the end of December but we'd decided on the day of our 2nd date as our anniversary because otherwise it would have been our anniversary and then our birthday just a few days later.

We haven't even celebrated the last few years anyway because we have our anniversary, Christmas, our birthday and the boys' birthday all within one month. That's just too much!

I just realized our birthday is in exactly one month, I better figure out what to get him!

Monday, December 2, 2013

Gone Too Soon

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You can tell a lot about a person by the way he is mourned. With the untimely death of Paul Walker on Saturday, I, like the rest of the world, was devastated.

Paul Walker was my ultimate crush, my one "hall pass." My love for T. I. is only surpassed by my love for Paul Walker. He had the ruggedly good looks of Paul Newman - blonde hair, cerulean blue eyes, and a smile that made my heart melt. I was determined to meet him one day.

I still stop changing channels whenever Varsity Blues is on, cringing when he hurts his knee. I love to hate him in the Skulls, I cry every time I watch Eight Below and I can recite The Fast & The Furious forwards and backwards.

But today I mourn the loss of a genuinely good guy. I cried when I found out he'd died Saturday night, and I cried yesterday when Boyfriend showed me the video of the crash that's all over the internet. To cry over a celebrity's death may sound silly but when that celebrity is tied to so many of your favorite teenage/young adult memories, you almost feel like a little piece of you has died too.

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Many people didn't know how much charity work her was involved in. In a time when celebrities are being chastised for keeping most of the proceeds of their charity auction *Kim Kardashian* Paul Walker found a need and filled it. 

“Paul wasn’t someone who would just write a check and lend his name to an organization; he was the heart and soul of Reach Out WorldWide. Paul was the first one in and the last one out, he led by example and his hard work and dedication inspired everyone who had the privilege of working with him. He led one of the first teams into the hardest hit areas of Haiti and traveled to Chili to bring water, medical aid and hope after the Earthquake and Tsunami. He ran a chainsaw clearing debris and helping people get back into their homes during the hottest days after the tornadoes in Alabama… Some people play a hero, Paul was a hero. Paul was an honorable, hardworking, dedicated, respectful man with a humble spirit who shared his blessings with those who needed it most. It was an honor and a privilege to be able to work with, learn and look up to someone who walked the walk.” - JD Dorfman, Reach Out Worldwide

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He seemed like such a good guy that could wrap you up in a bear hug and make your day instantly better. I imagine that he's never met a stranger as everyone was a friend to him the moment they met. He seemed like the kind of guy who just loved. When people like Tyrese, T.I., Ludacris, Vin Diesel and many others are torn to pieces over his death, that shows you what kind of person he was.

Via. This one kills me. Every time I look at it, I tear up. The anguish on Tyrese's face says it all.
More than anything, my heart goes out to his 15 year old daughter. Having lost my favorite uncle unexpectedly at 14, I can only imagine how difficult this must be for her. Death is never easy, but when it's so unexpected and you don't get to say goodbye or come to terms with it over time, it's that much more difficult. I've prayed for his daughter and everyone else that loved him countless times in less than 2 days.

If he had died on set at a movie, it would have made more sense though it wouldn't hurt any less. He loved speed and did many of his own stunts. He owned some of the cars from the Fast franchise. He died in a Porsche a short distance away from his charity event to support the Philippine disaster. As Boyfriend said to try and make me feel better, "He died doing what he loved." 
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He left behind such an amazing legacy. That legacy lives on in his fans, his charity, and most importantly his daughter.


I'm still going to meet him. I know he'll be in Heaven greeting me and all his other fans with that brilliant white smile and open arms.

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Friday, November 22, 2013

Hip Hop Saved Me

"Lindsay, he's not coming." Our music director told me Tuesday afternoon.

My stomach dropped.

"Are you kidding me? I don't believe you." I responded.

He showed me his phone, "They're stuck on Mercer trying to get over the bridge, by the time they'd get here, it'd be after 6." He'd already told us once that they weren't coming because of  "artist delays" and then told us they'd worked it out and were on their way so it took me a bit to believe he was serious.

A bunch of us were sitting in our radio station's lobby waiting for Lupe Fiasco and his label rep and they.weren't.coming.

B even made shirts for the boys.

I'd been waiting for this for weeks. Probably a year ago I told our Program Director (the head honcho) that I'm afraid to quit because I'm afraid they'll bring T.I. or Lupe in and I'll miss my chance to meet them. My love for those two artists is un.real.

My face dropped and shortly after the Program Director came around the corner, greeted us with, "Lupe!" before I cut him off. He didn't believe me so he asked the Music Director (the PD's assistant) if I was messing with him. The MD explained and was promptly instructed to get on the phone with the label rep and get me a meet & greet. "Don't take 'no' for an answer." ......It pays to be well-liked by the PD :)

The MD took "Maybe" as an answer.


 But I got three free tickets out of it.

We wasted some time at work catching up with a former co-worker, Zac, who is now the PD of a station in Spokane. I told him I worried they didn't come because Lupe's "difficult." If he's a douchebag in real life I'd be so disappointed. My sister's boyfriend said, "That's why you don't meet your heroes."  I understood the point but really hoped he wasn't a DB.

After getting dinner with B and the boys, we hung out at home for awhile where I'd pretty much given up hope of meeting Lupe. Armed with the label reps number, my sister, her boyfriend and I arrived at Showbox Sodo right after Lupe went on stage. I couldn't believe that B chose to stay home. We had a very slight chance of meeting Lupe Fiasco!

Originally, I didn't really care about seeing him perform, I'd seen him twice before but I'm so glad we went! He did a bunch of songs from my favorite album and this time he even did Paris Tokyo!

During the concert my sister and I headed to the bathroom, juggling my phone, my clutch, my jacket and the shirt I just bought, I set my phone on top of the toilet paper dispenser and then left it in there.

Shit.

I panicked. I knew it was a long shot that we'd get a meet & greet but what if it came through and I didn't have my phone?! A quick search in the stall I'd been in turned up nothing. I took a chance and asked a bouncer who pointed me to lost and found. I made my way to lost & found where the guy asked me to describe my phone.

Hallelujah they had it! Thank you God. Seriously, I thanked God.

And then when I walked away, I left the shirt I'd just bought.

I was a completely sober mess.

The lost and found guy returned my shirt to me and I enjoyed the rest of the show. After it was over, I texted the label rep inquiring about the meet & greet. She told me to meet her and Zac at the side bar which we could not get to - the bouncers were pretty much corralling people out of the venue and didn't care who Sherry from Atlantic was. I was worried they'd force us out, but Sherry came down and rescued us.

One of Lupe's guys escorted us upstairs and brought us into a holding room where as we sat on the couch waiting, my heart started speeding. It was happening! I was going to meet Lupe Fiasco! Lupe's guy took us into a tiny little room connected to Lupe's dressing room. A few minutes later, Lupe squeezed through the door.

Sherry introduced my former co-worker and explained he'd been playing Lupe's new song with Ed Sheeran, Old School Love, a ton. Lupe thanked him a bunch and took a picture with Zac and his girlfriend. Then it was our turn!


My sister, her boyfriend and I all took one together, but I can easily crop them out. Sherry was smart enough to take four with her phone to ensure she got a good one. I debated about whether I was going to ask for Lupe's autograph (the last person I asked for an autograph was Bill Cosby when I was 7 or 8.) I decided to go for it. When else would I have the chance to have him sign the jacket of my favorite album?

He was super cool and agreed to sign it. He even wrote To: Lindsay which is more than a lot of other artists do. I have a personalized item signed by Lupe Fiasco! Pretty much everyone else in the room asked him to sign something and I started rambling. I remember telling him I loved him and something about seeing him before and being so happy he did Paris Tokyo. By the end I was shaking.  I wasn't even that dorky when I met Kristen and Dax.

He was nice and listened to me, but he profusely thanked Zac over and over for playing his record. It's completely understandable he would pay more attention to the people playing his record, it's those people that expose his music to the rest of us. He was not a DB at all. He was super nice and chill. He wasn't some arrogant jerk like some artists, he didn't seem like he's the type to be "difficult" at all. I wouldn't say he's my hero, but I'm thrilled to have met him.

I floated down the stairs where my sister made fun of me and said it was the "least chill" she'd ever seen me. I shot back that a few years ago she cried when I told her we had Lil Wayne tickets. I know I made a dork of myself but I find comfort in the fact that he won't remember me or what a dork I was.

We thanked Sherry, hugged Zac and his girlfriend goodbye and crossed the street to my car when I stopped, ran back across the street with my sister's boyfriend following me and proceeded to tear down the banners of a competing radio station from the side of the venue.

Once a Promotions Person always a Promotions Person.


How cute were the boys in their shirts? I didn't blur/smudge Peanut's hand, he was waving it.

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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The Un-Home Tour

You know how bloggers share photos of their beautifully, immaculate homes and you think, "Wow! Their home is so cute, I love seeing pictures of their home."

Yeah, that's not me.

I mean, I like seeing photos of other people's homes, I'm nosy like that. But, I don't have a beautiful home to show off share.  But in an effort to always keep it real, I thought I'd share our home anyway. And who knows, maybe someone from #HGTV will see it and decided to help us out.

I wish the internet had hashtags and there was a possibility HGTV might actually find this post through the hashtag above, but I know it won't happen. Anyway....

I bring you:
Notice Peanut in the window - gosh I love that kid!
Imagine some big, drastic, booming voice saying, "The un-home tour!!!" mmmkay?I feel like I need to have our voice guy at work cut something.

Let's start with the front door. It's pretty much smack in the middle of the house. The worst part is, B chose to put it there. When he moved in, the only door was in the carport which is now a garage.

So this is what you see when you walk in our front door. You have no idea how much I hate the brown wall. When I moved in the brown wall was crimson (don't go Cougs!) and the other walls were white. Knowing nothing about interior design, I chose brown and a tan color so the walls matched B's green couch.


How sad is that couch? Can you tell how saggy it is in the pictures? B's had it for probably close to 8 years and who knows how long his mom had it before that....have I mentioned that almost all of our furniture is hand-me-downs? Boyfriend refuses to get rid of it because at 6'1" he can actually lay down on it.

News flash! He'd be able to lay down on a sectional too. And a sectional wouldn't look so gargantuan in our tiny house.


When I moved in, we needed more seating so we got another free couch. I hate it. And don't even get me started about how they overlap and waste a sitting spot.


I've done what I can to make the accessories decent since I can't do much about our furniture at this point. But I need to learn how to style everything better.

Somehow this mirror always has smudges
A few years ago, this mirror got another paint job, which I love, but none of this stuff goes very well on the sofa table B made me. I get tired of messing with it and just end up setting everything down without being "staged." I have plans to steal  ask for a pallet from work and make a little planter box with succulents inside.

The boys' toy box lives under the sofa table so there's always toys in the "entry way." It's a pain when actual people come to visit.

The other big piece of furniture is the bookshelf my mom gave me when I moved into my apartment. It used to hold DVDs but I couldn't stand the clutter so I switched them up when we got our last set of family pictures. Except, now, Boyfriend keeps filling them with clutter :)


It's topped with kids DVDs, my favorite fan that I got on vacation,  a birdhouse is sitting on top because I have no idea where to put it and what to put inside it ( a bird is too expected,) the picture Claire sent me from when she visited, toys, and the dog I recently thrifted and spray painted. 


I still kind of think it looks like Teddy, don't you?



Overall, the pieces on the shelves are ok - except for the clutter- I just need to learn to style them better. But then we move to the other side of the living room where we see the TV (which reflects in the mirror - a feng shui no-no) and the sad, ugly TV stand that serves pretty much no purpose.


I hate that you can see the cords. It drives me batty. Have you noticed that there are literally toys everywhere you look? We go through and get rid of them all the time, but we just lack storage....I haven't even shown you the train table yet.


Lastly, we have these shelves. I like the way I used to have the shelves styled better. I don't know why I don't change them back. The bottom one is ok, but the top shelf needs serious work. Bonus points if you get the reference in the far left pic.

So, that's our house. I plan on going room by room just because I think it's kind of funny. I'm so envious of people with beautifully decorated homes...or even just "big kid" furniture - a.k.a. not hand-me downs.

I primered on Sunday night...maybe I should have left the brown - one coat of primer looks horrible!
 Okay, I lied. This is actually what our living room looks like right now. After working on him for close to a year, B finally agreed to paint the living room - and I picked up paint chips the very next morning before he changed his mind.

10+ paint samples later, we still don't have a color and I'm feeling defeated. I want a grey but nothing with too much of a blue or green undertone. I want a charcoal gray couch and to bring some color in with painted furniture so I want to do a pretty neutral wall, but nothing boring like beige. I want to open up our small living room and make it seem bigger, but I don't want anything too stark. We don't get a lot of natural sunlight either so there's that. I feel a lot of pressure to get the color right because I know Boyfriend will not readily paint again as long as we live here, most likely.

Do you love your house? What color are the walls?

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

No Time

I can't wait to get back to blogging. I've been feverishly working on my Etsy shop the last few days so blogging has taken a back seat.I even skipped working out last night and I always work out on Mondays.

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I've been doing a lot of these lately which has been so fun....I might even be doing one of someone's dog! I can't wait. And I want to make one of Teddy. I've finally designed business cards although when I asked Boyfriend about them, he said he's not a fan of the colors so now I'm rethinking that :/

I'm hoping I'll have time for a real, proper post tomorrow, I have a kind of fun one planned. In the meantime, scroll down to read the last post I wrote, it's much better than this one!

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I Need To Be Honest

Honestly, I use the word "dope" in everyday conversation. I get made fun of like I'm a 1980's breakdancer but I just can't help it. When I'm on social media, or writing blog posts, I stop myself and write awesome instead. But what I want to say is, "That's so dope!"

Honestly, I like my beat down low down low down low. If you don't know what that's from, we can't be friends. Honestly.

Honestly, I loooove rap music and can't stand country. I like music with a dirty, filthy beat. If I can feel the beat all the way to my core, that's my kind of song.

Honestly, I can't pass up Red Vines. Ever. I'll go to the vending machine at work intending to get chocolate and walk away with Red Vines every.single.time.

Honestly, I don't have a best friend. Growing up, my two best friends were guys. I envy the girls who have an amazingly good bond with a girl.

Honestly, I wish I could ship some of my blog friends to Seattle and force them to be my bestie.

Honestly, I've almost used Peanut and Bug's real names about 2347216487 times lately on this blog. But that scares me. I know people can get it from facebook and stuff but I feel like I want to protect some part of them as much as I can.

Honestly, I'm getting breast  implants someday. I wanted them before kids so imagine how I feel now. My chest is wrecked!

Honestly, I lost almost 15 pounds and gained it aaalll right back. That's why I haven't done any weight loss progress updates.So now I'm working on that again.

Tell me something about you, honestly.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

I'm A Sucker For Antiques

I always do this, I start writing about a vacation or holiday and then get bored and never finish. I told myself this time I wouldn't give up so bare with me while I write about our last two days at the ocean.

{Thursday, October 10th - vacation day 7}

How lucky were we to wake up to this every day?

Right after breakfast, we downed "hot chocwate."

Our last full day at the ocean, I was determined to find a whole sand dollar so I walked waaaay down the beach until I was almost in front of twin rocks.

Afterward, I decided to head to the Little White Church Antique Store because I could not get the vintage fan I'd seen a few days ago out of my head.


How cute is this shop? It's a converted church (obviously.) But look at these awesome finds! My mom still has a vintage Coke crate like that one, I hope one day she'll give it to me.


How kickass is this old oven? It's from the 1920s.

And this ice box? (Swoon! Although it doesn't match anything at all in our house.) Does anyone else's Grandma say "ice box?" hearing someone say ice box reminds me of both my grandmas.

Funny story about this piano. The other day when we stopped by this shop, this piano was down low on a small stool. Of course, Boyfriend let Bug play with it and Peanut got in on the action. When it was time to go, Bug was super upset and cried in the middle of the store. When I went back by myself, it was up on the shelf out of the reach of little hands. I felt kind of guilty that they did some rearranging due to my kids.

If you're ever in Rockaway, Oregon stop by this shop. I bought a cute little journal and want another one. Even though they don't ship items out, I called a few weeks ago and asked if they might be willing to. They're trying to hunt another one down for me - I love good customer service!  And the woman working when I bought the fan was so incredibly nice, I seriously left with a smile on my heart.


By the time I left the antique store, it was pouring rain so I headed back to the resort and we headed to the rec center to see if our puzzle was still there. No one had put it away yet so we finished it and headed back to the room where Peanut yelled, "It's good to be home!" When we opened the door.


We ended the day with bedtime stories...look at Peanut's face!

 That night I reflected on our vacation and everything that's happened to us as a family. We had an amazing time, B and I didn't have any disagreements, we relaxed and re-energized, all four of us thoroughly enjoyed spending time together as a family and B and I both dreaded having to go back to work and "real life." It was wonderful being mostly unplugged for the week (we still had phones) and I think we've decided to unplug at any future vacations.

In case you missed it:
Wednesday, October 9th -  Hey you guuuys! Haystack Rock
Tuesday, October 8th -  Tillamook Cheese
Monday, October 7th - Sand Castles
Sunday, October 6th - Beach Day
Saturday, October 5th - Seaside Aquarium
Friday, October 4th - Welcome to the Goondocks

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