done & done #1

check it off the list.
1 1/2 years later, and after much dust and construction - i can't even tell you how great it feels to put something up on the walls.

i feel like i've been collecting(thank you d.i.)- and painting (thank you spray paint) frames for months. now i finally bit the bullet and picked a great assortment of pictures to put in them. they make me smile to look at them and remember -well the memories that are mine... don't so much remember the husband's childhood, let alone his parents wedding-

off to the next project!

nesting?

if this is what people call nesting, i think i had misinterpreted it all along.

somehow my brain had envisioned nesting as this glowy happy image of being so excited that you couldn't help but float, yes i said float, around with one of those little feather dusters, wanting everything to be just perfect.

mine came in a little different form.

walking down the hall at work, i was chatting it up with a co-worker, discussing how much time i have before bebe bobby makes his grand arrival. i like to pretend that he is coming late, just so i can be a little less crazy when he does come late.

she, like everyone who is so kind, told me, well he might come early, you know. you'll be full-term in 2 1/2 weeks.

normally, i dismiss this in my head as a sweet sentiment, and make mental note to pay no mind, as i know better, and expectations can really make a bugger out of a day.

but instead, all i really heard was, you'll be full-term in 2 1/2 weeks.

what????

when did this happen????

and suddenly all i could think of was: i could mentally plan for 8 weeks, but i dang better be prepared for 2 1/2 weeks.

and prepared i am not. did you know that all you really need (so i am told...) is a few diapers, a car seat, and everything else you can get later? yea. we don't have a carseat!

enter: nesting?(i still question that word) / panic attack/ creation of massive to do list in my head instead of sleeping from 3-6 am.

i'm pretty sure when i wrote down the to do list, i had hoped it would be the to do list for this weekend. however, since i add 3 things to it every time i cross one off, i'm thinking i hope this all happens before bebe makes his arrival!

to do:

buy ingredients for sunday dinner, jo-ann’s: vinyl, thread, needle for box spring cover, spray paint the back of the frames, spray paint the front of the frames, map out wall placement for frame collage, buy frame hangy thingys, order photos, hang photo frame collage, frog & toad pictures, mom’s taxes, return & get new boxes from IKEA, organize new boxes for shelves, clear clutter, sweep, mop, clean the bathroom, dishes, scrub fridge, scrub oven knobs, make new A/C cover, thank you notes, find a big mirror for the wall, home depot :trellace, seeds, shovel, fert./manure, plant: peas, carrots, onions, greens, make baby presents (for those born and unborn little bebes), design/ make the box spring cover, make closet curtains, gray bed spread, buy/make pillows to match?, sand end tables, paint end tables, mosaic?, put up shelves, try shelves in baby’s room, sell TV, sell stereo, Lowes: special painters tape, fix the paint on the walls, build planter boxes, get rid of daffodils that died/ keep bulbs?, fertilize the lawn, buy dog food at Costco, make strawberry jam, car seat!

now if/when all this happens, we'll actually be able to show you this house and the projects of the last 2 years.

hoping that means posts with fun pictures including me with my feet up to come.

good morning

fresh fruit in my cereal makes me really happy. even when that cereal comes really early in the morning.

thank you easter bunny.

easter bunny

i tried a couple of different things with the eggs again this year.

the plan was to make magic using a some tissue paper and a bit of electrical tape. i even made an attempt at an egg for the bebe, using some of the stellar tissue paper i have been gifted.

it was a bit of a bust. the tape wouldn't stick very well, and only the dark blue tissue color transferred to the egg- turned out be be the square version of polka dots...

turns out we porters are no martha. at least this household of porters. i wouldn't say the same for the some of the in-laws. my un-biased opinion is that they are way better than martha.
but we know how to have a good time anyway. did i mention that because i had these lofty plans for making the eggs super cool, i paid almost no mind to the cheap-o dye tablets i was buying? yep- turns out we got a whopping 3 tablets, and the clear crayon. it was neat-o.besides, turns out mother nature hides plain white eggs the best anyway!

and when all is said and done, if the husband knows you perfectly enough to fill your basket like this:
then you have it pretty good.

here's to the day off!

have so much to do today.

we are finally moving back into our bedroom!! (can i get a hip-hip hooray for that one?)

started to get up when bobby did this morning.

nope. not a chance.
settled back in amongst pretty much all the pillows we own to try again later....

the one-sequined shoe.

once upon a time, these were some of my favs. i'm not usually a sequin-y kind of girl, but I loved the fun green sparkle this duo added to the end of a normal pair of jeans.

today bobby looked down at my feet and told me that i only had one sequin left on my right shoe.

i looked at him and told him that today i felt like my right shoe. a semblance of my former glamourous self.

today when we started to sing hymns, i couldn't figure out why the page was not to be found in my scriptures. i started several sentences and couldn't for the life of me figure out by the end why i had started them in the first place. and generally felt like a pretty class act space cadet.

here's to me and the green flats. some days we're just better than others!

husband quote of the week:

"you cry like a 4-year old."

i'll give it to him, i kind of do. but it was funny to hear him say it- well maybe not so funny at the time of me actually crying.

he followed it up with the stuttering explanation- you are one of the strongest, most stubborn women i know, but when you cry, you just look like a sad 4- year old little girl.

i guess this would explain why sometimes in the middle of an especially irrational breakdown, he is usually attempting to comfort and not laugh at the same time...