Operation: Christmas Card Slacker

Yea, thats me! Today is December 1st and I still haven't taken the kids pictures for our cards. I could say that its because I don't have Brayden's sweater, but a look in my kids closets and they have other uber cute things to wear. I just dread designing the card. Point. Blank. Simple. BUT! This year, I'm relying on the designers at Shutterfly! All I have to do is photograph a two year old and a three year old. Easy Peasy...NOT!

Had I even thought about it last year, I would have gone through their Christmas Photo cards and picked instead of driving myself crazy with a design. Woulda Shoulda Coulda.

Another one of those oops moments was the birth of Aslynn. Poor girl got jipped. She didn't get a birth announcementlike Brayden did. BUT!! Shutterfly does those too just incase I ever needed another one!

And another thing that I may just honestly have to hit up Shutterfly for is their thank you cards because, I don't know about you, but I detest picking them out and writing them and blah blah blah.

So! if you are a fellow blogger like me, hop on over to Shutterfly to see how you can get 50 of their Christmas Cards free!

And if you don't mind, I have a card design to pick out!

Could it be???

I very much think it could be! I completed a crochet project! Actually, I completed 3 while Momma was here. But, alas, they weren't any that I had started prior to her arrival.

I still did it though, d@mnit!

I made her a washcloth, and well following the pattern, it turned out a little larger than your typical washcloth. But it is ooh so soft. As far as the size, lets just say that for a while it was used as a blanket by my tea-cup chihuahua.



I also made her two little, random motifs. She wanted a flower, so I made her a little flower out of Sugar n' Cream cotton and I also made her some other pretty as well.





I'm thinking of trying Tunisian Crochet...because we all know that I have failed now multiple times trying to knit. D@mn needles are too long and get in my way. I may have to make my own needles...CRAFT PROJECT!

Splish, Splash, Two Toddlers in the Bath

And yes, that is shaving cream. I love those two!

My life is.....

a sweet little boy with so much love to give



and

a little princess who knows she rules the world at 2



That is my life. Throughout the drama, the anger, the pain, everything, they are what matter. I look at them and instantly my day gets better. I know what they mean when they talk about giving your life in order to let them keep theirs. I would do anything for these two.

I got 99 problems and my weight is one......

I used to think in high school that I was fat. Compared to my friends who were size 0's and 2's, yeah, my size 14 self was bigger than they were. I'd love to go back in time and smack the past me in the head. I look back at pictures and realize that I wasn't that bad. It was just because I wasn't as small as they were. I still could wear American Eagle and Aeropostle. And oh how did I have a love affair with AE's petite flared jeans. It's like they were made just for me. They were the perfect length for my little 5 foot self.

Fast forward through the freshman god only knows how many, two children and postpartum depression.

I no longer am the size 14 that I hated, which now love. I'll put it out there. I'm a 20. Gah. I got an ass that would rival most. And not in a good way.

I'm starting small....cutting back on what I eat, I gave up 95% my love affair with coke and started drinking more water. I've added in a protein shake here and there. Baby steps.

My initial goal is 25 lbs. When I get brave enough to step on the scale, I'll let you know because it's all about being accountable. I need to do this.

I have found a new love for my drinks. Ocean Spray makes the little water packets in Blueberry Lemonade and Blueberry Pomegranate. Swoon. The second is just to die for. I'm still finding my love for the lemonade, but only because I never have been a lemonade person.

25lbs.

I can do it. Now, who wants to get me a gym membership or Zumba????

Invisible monthly friend??

So, shortly after I popped out Aslynn, I knew something had to be done because two babies in two years was more than what my uterus wanted. Me and my uterus, we have this connection, that's how we roll. After consulting my family oracle, aka my sister, we decided that an IUD would be my best bet because obviously that fabulous little pill didn't want to be my friend.

So, me and her trek into my OB's office on that fateful day. Monica could honestly tell you how many times my eyes rolled back into my head as Dr. Aguayo either pulled out some cervical clamps or even so much as played with the IUD insertion wand.

So...fast forward. I spotted for a while and then what once plagued me every damn month like clockwork was gone. No, I am by no means crazy enough to complain.

But I'll be damned if mother nature doesn't like to play games. She is a sneaky little b*tch if I do say so myself. No, I may not bleed every month but lord, if I don't get pissy and break out still. Damnit, I want my cake and to be able to eat it to, but again obviously that is mother nature's way of telling me my ass is too big.

Now, yes, my significant other is a lazy bastard but out of nowhere today, after coming home from the grocery store, I get pissy. WTF and where did that come from. I no longer wanted to cook, yet alone look at my kitchen or any room for that matter. I just wanted to leave out the back door and vanish. I was pissed. I was spiteful through every fork that I washed or any other chore that I did.

And in looking at the calendar I notice that yes, had I still bled to death every month, it would be starting roughly in the next few days.

But in all other words....I.Love.My.Mirena!

Fictional Reality

That's the perfect oxymoron right there.

When I was little, I dreamed of what life would be like when I was older. I'd be happily married with kids and wouldn't have to worry about pretty much anything.

BAH!

What the hell was I thinking??????

Seriously though, if I could go back in time, I would smack the younger me upside the head and drill some sense into me.

Now though before I go any further, I love my children and I wouldn't change having them for anything in the world. I don't regret them.

Life doesn't go according to plan. Aren't we always told that? Well, shit no, obviously it doesn't. Because if it did. I would have a fat Nuclear Engineering Degree from UT-Knoxville hopefully working somewhere making a career.

Instead, the only perfect thing in my life are my two children. I spend my days teaching and learning from them or deep in my crafts. Children and crafts...hmm...that wasn't part of my original plan either.

Damn.

I've made a promise to myself that this roller coaster ride is about to end. My emotions can't take anymore and I can't pretend to be happy. It's actually starting to hurt.

I don't like change. AT.ALL. I need this change or else I don't know what will happen.

Fictional Reality. If only..right?