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There is something in my room…

IMG_0859What have you been doing? Um, do you not stalk me via social media like I do YOU? I have been knitting like a little ole’ lady with nothing to do and 10 dachshunds to make sweaters for. Ha! But seriously I have been knitting, probably for you.

Other than yarn, and hats… there was something in my room (well the guest room, sorry guests).

Before I get to whats lurking in my room lets recap a little. I am tired. More like exhausted. I’ve been staying up too late knitting while watching the history channel (I am a pro on all knowledge of ancient aliens). Plus add in Ironman training, phew, thank goodness next week starts a taper.  Keeping up house, keeping the kids entertained and fed. Plus… just everything.

Along with being physically a little tired (though I feel like I am kicking ass), I am mentally fried. I stay up till I cant see anymore and make my way to bed every night with one eye open. I look like Igor hobbling to bed, because once I get off the couch, (for some reason) I walk hunched over, straight to my bed and throw myself on it. Then with face in the pillow, I some how kick my legs around till I am halfway under the covers, and pass out.

I am DEAD to the world. BOOM. Passed out, sleeping good. Yes, yes, I know I should go to bed earlier, but if I don’t go to bed EXHAUSTED I just lay there with my mind running for hours…

So last night, I was asleep…. sleeping good. Until I hear something **TUMP TUMP TUMP**, not “thump”, but TUMP. I am still laying on my stomach, lift my head up, look over my shoulder and think “what the hell?”. Where is this noise coming from? ALL AROUND ME.

I don’t hear it again, and put my head down. My heart is racing a little, I don’t want to freak myself out, I relax and put my head down. Then ***TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP!***, I sit up, throw the blankets, “WHAT THE HELL!!?!?!”<— as if my voice will SCARE whatever is happening. The sound is coming from above me, the noise happens again, ***TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP! TUMP!***, I look up and see a dark shadow shoot across ceiling. “OH MY GOD!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!”.

IMG_0861I jumped out of bed, bashing my knee on the treadmill (did I say I am sleeping in the guest room because… Just because bed feels better?….), I am so pumped with adrenaline that I barely feel it, I fall out the door, into the hallway where I look over my shoulder and see the shadow again SHOOT towards me…

Now I have the bathroom light on, so there is some light filling the little hallway, so when this dark creatures shoots (really it kinda floated) towards me into the hallway, I realize its not dark, but orange, and its not a creature, its a balloon. A damn balloon. A balloon that was in its last days, that I forgot I hid in the closet (why I didn’t pop it? Because the kids would have cried as if I killed a bunny rabbit), it must have floated out, and up into the fan (hence the *TUMP TUMP TUMP*).

I am so mad at this balloon. But its 12:30 am, I cant pop it, I actually carry it into the kitchen (dragging it like a bad child), and tie it to the pantry door <— most random thing to do but I really didn’t know what to do with it. I was pissed, fuming, still scared, and STARVING.

Starving? Yeah, don’t ask, but I’ve been so hungry lately that I would eat tubs of butter if I thought it would stick to my bones and fill me. So now I am starving, and staring at the balloon, as I stand in the middle of the kitchen.

Eggos! I bought eggos. I spent the rest of my night eating 5 eggos smothered in syrup, while staring at the balloon tied to the door…. I just stared, and ate every morsel of those dang Eggos. I had to stay up for another hour because I was STILL scared (every time I thought of being scared I would look over to the pantry door and squint at the balloon, just floating there like it owns the place).

I eventually went to bed, only to sleep in too late… Woke up late, hurried the kids to eat breakfast, where CHLOE sees the balloon tied to the door…. “BAAAALLLLLLOOOOOON!!!” <– She runs to it, like its her long lost love. She grabs it, confused why its tied to the door, meanwhile I am watching her, I am EXHAUSTED, and you know what I did? I walked right up to her and that balloon, yanked it from her hands, and POPPED it.

Yep, right in front of her face. Her little round face just looked up at me, in complete shock, then said “Mama, you’re crazy!”, I could only stare down at her, not knowing what to say, but feeling amazing with the pay back on the balloon, eventually I snapped out of my glorious moment of revenge, looked down at Chloe, who is still staring at me like I am crazy but with also this little face demanding an explanation on to why I murdered her precious balloon…

That little brat crossed her arms across her chest, and gave me a “look”. I bent over, looked her square in the eyes and said/screamed “SOCKS AND SHOES!!!!!”, she rolled her eyes, threw her arms in the air and walked away muttering “Socks and shoes, socks and shoes, its always socks and shoes, but my balloon has no sock and shoes!” <—– NOW insert the crying as if I killed a bunny rabbit in front of her….

How was YOUR morning?

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Pumpkins, Casper and Popcorn

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If there is one random fact I could share with you about Chloe, its that she doesn’t forget ANYTHING. As for me, I cant find car keys that are IN MY HAND, and or I cant find my phone though I am talking to someone while freaking out… Yeah, thats me.

So Chloe kindly reminded me this morning that at one point (probably during a major freak out, where I just wanted peace and quiet) I promised that we would decorate for halloween, and that I promised to do it today because it was a short day at school. She said all that “matter-of-factly”, I just looked at her, squinted my eyes and said “FINE! NOW PLEASE PUT ON YOUR SOCKS AND SHOES!!”

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My day was packed, going to doctors appointments (where I happened to be at the wrong clinic), getting new outfits for picture day (I swear they have worn down everything they own), and then sitting in the parking lot of Target emailing Mark trying to explain to him that I promised a magical Halloween decorating day, and if I don’t pull through I will fail as a mother <— It was hot, I was having a melt down, and these decorations were the source.

I will braggingly say that I didn’t buy ANYTHING extra while at Target! HA! I did something BETTER. I actually LEFT a bag of groceries there! <— Paying it forward, but I don’t really think I needed the Pillsbury peanut butter cookies with Reeses pieces (OMG that sounds so good right now…). There WERE a bag of brussel sprouts though …. egh, screw the sprouts! EAT ALL THE COOKIES!!
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I was the hero of the day though. First thing they asked when they got in the car “ARE WE DECORATING FOR HALLOWEEN!?!”, I looked in the rear view mirror, smiled and said “look in the back”, to their amazement there were 3 perfectly shaped pumpkins. Then Chloe says “YAY! I cant wait to paint them!” <—- I didn’t buy paint, but pre-cut out decorations, I knew at that moment that tonight could either be amazing or an epic fail.UntitledUntitled

So it was sorta kinda a win. Mark had wanted to carve, Chloe wanted to paint, I made no one happy BUT either of them got what they wanted, so the other one couldn’t be jealous! I am the only one that sees the brilliance in that? Muahahahaha <– Mad scientist laugh!

Oh, and I pretty much made the dinosaur, and Chloe did most of her spider! The favorite part of the night for the kids was putting on the felt pieces to our skeleton! Totally worth the $10 at Target.

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I have school photos to prep for tomorrow…. Wish me luck, because when I was growing up Picture Day was ALWAYS a nightmare.

P.S Hey Babe! Thanks for reading! We miss you!

NEED ALL THE STICKERS!

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I’m a bit of a collector, or hoarder, whatever term you want to use, well thats me. Now I don’t hoard big things but small things I can pile. Piles are good, they go high and high. But bummer thing about my piles is that they are EVERYWHERE, hidden some place “safe”.

“Safe” means I have no clue where those piles are, but don’t worry they are “safe.
Anyways, one of the things I collect are stickers. Been lucky enough to pick up stickers from all the places I have been lately, and I have a pile of ones I have collected over the years (again, that pile is somewhere safe).

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So since moving here to JAX I’ve had this grand vision for my stickers. I wanted to create a piece of momento art. Thats why I have to huge pieces of sheet metal hanging on my wall.

When you walk into our apartment, well its a cluster of stuff. Bikes, boards, paddles, more boards, bike trainer, more bikes. You essentially walk into a small sporting goods store. But I want to give more of a cooler feel, so I thought I would display my stickers and give the apartment more of a classy surfboard shop (don’t ask why I used the word “classy”, but I like it) look to it.Screen Shot 2014-09-16 at 4.05.00 PMI think its a little unique right? Its something I can add to for YEARS. I think in the end those pieces are going to look bad ass, I wonder how long it would take me!

So I am on the hunt for stickers! You have stickers? Sell stickers? Want to send me some stickers? Would love a story to GO with that sticker. Every sticker so far has a story, and I love it!

Seriously, those are huge arse pieces of metal, I NEED ALL THE STICKERS!

 

The Corners of My Current Life

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Hola from Jacksonville Beach, Florida! Most may have know, many maybe NOT. But yes, we have moved. I’d like to thank the military for our 5th move within the past 7 years. Though it may be a  pain in the arse with the PROCESS of moving, I do love MOVING.

There are probably a bunch of you that are like “Um, yeah, you can keep your 5 moves, while I chill out here in the home I will raise my children in, best friend lives down the street, and my mom can come over every morning for scones.”. Yeah, well not my life, and though it may sound like the American dream, it isn’t my dream.

Though we will settle down ONE day. Today is not the day, and I am totally cool with that. With new places comes new faces, new bike routes, new restaurants, and new geographical location to easily access other adventures. Its pretty jazzy to have the option of something new.

Does it suck to leave behind friends? Yes and No. I don’t believe in goodbyes. Plus with Facebook, I am probably way more into your life than I really should be. There is never a permanent goodbye (unless in death), I WILL see you again! Also, TRAVEL! Come visit! I’ve asked random friends for a bed/couch to sleep on while traveling through town, and I am more than willing to pay it forward to see friends (even acquaintances). <— The invitation has been published, so no stupid excuses, come visit.

These are the corners of my life right now. My belongings only call for adventure. I am thrilled that the boxes are cleared, most things put away, its letting me be ME again. Still looking for my darn tri shoes and not till I put the pictures in the post did I realize there are bikes in both photos (do you ride?).

The moment that the boxes were cleared out, and I was able put some belongings out, well it made me happy. They are bright, eccentric, and have possibilities for amazing new experiences . C’mon… SUP, bikes, and a sewing machine (hidden in the table)? Magical.

So what am I trying to say here?  New things are about to happen. History to delve into. Waters to be traversed. People to make laugh. <—- Again, its magical, so come and visit.

Seriously… Come visit, we can WALK to the beach….

The Corners of My Current Life

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Hola from Jacksonville Beach, Florida! Most may have know, many maybe NOT. But yes, we have moved. I’d like to thank the military for our 5th move within the past 7 years. Though it may be a  pain in the arse with the PROCESS of moving, I do love MOVING.

There are probably a bunch of you that are like “Um, yeah, you can keep your 5 moves, while I chill out here in the home I will raise my children in, best friend lives down the street, and my mom can come over every morning for scones.”. Yeah, well not my life, and though it may sound like the American dream, it isn’t my dream.

Though we will settle down ONE day. Today is not the day, and I am totally cool with that. With new places comes new faces, new bike routes, new restaurants, and new geographical location to easily access other adventures. Its pretty jazzy to have the option of something new.

Does it suck to leave behind friends? Yes and No. I don’t believe in goodbyes. Plus with Facebook, I am probably way more into your life than I really should be. There is never a permanent goodbye (unless in death), I WILL see you again! Also, TRAVEL! Come visit! I’ve asked random friends for a bed/couch to sleep on while traveling through town, and I am more than willing to pay it forward to see friends (even acquaintances). <— The invitation has been published, so no stupid excuses, come visit.

These are the corners of my life right now. My belongings only call for adventure. I am thrilled that the boxes are cleared, most things put away, its letting me be ME again. Still looking for my darn tri shoes and not till I put the pictures in the post did I realize there are bikes in both photos (do you ride?).

The moment that the boxes were cleared out, and I was able put some belongings out, well it made me happy. They are bright, eccentric, and have possibilities for amazing new experiences . C’mon… SUP, bikes, and a sewing machine (hidden in the table)? Magical.

So what am I trying to say here?  New things are about to happen. History to delve into. Waters to be traversed. People to make laugh. <—- Again, its magical, so come and visit.

Seriously… Come visit, we can WALK to the beach….