Monday, September 29, 2014

28 Thing I've Done In 28 Years

      Saturday is my BDay, so in addition to a #Birthday #FunnyFriday on the FB fan Page (you do follow, don't you??) I'm having a Birthday post! Happy Birthday to me!!!

       I will be 28 (I think. Apparently I'm not too good in the math department and I have such a hard time remembering my actual age {thanks, kids!} that I tell people I'm older or younger than I really am). It doesn't feel much different than 27 or even 26. Actually, I feel like I'm still in my early 20's...and then  I remember how old the kids are and I realize that can't be true. So, here's a fantastical list of....

       28 Thing I've Done In 28 Years:

28. Gave birth to three humans
27. Visited the ER in two different states
26. Learned how to cartwheel
25. Bought a house (or half-bought. co-own.)
24. Attended two different colleges
23. Started a blog (two, actually)
22. Inspired the creation of a "drama award" at my highschool
21. Had a tv crew (read: one-man-show) come to my house to interview me & the man who delivered Toilet Baby
20. Learned how to crochet
19. Ran 5K's
18. Ran 5K's with the kiddos
17. Owned a Keurig (actually BDay present from last year!)
16. Never been arrested
15. Cut my hair by myself. A bazillion times.
14. Failed learning to drive stick shift
13. Discovered an obsession for minimalist running shoes!
12. Learned how to play piano
11. Snowboarded and ice skated
10. Got hit by a car. And survived.
9.   Invented the Mookie.
8.   Moved to Alaska.
7.   Started using coconut oil
6.   Hubs would probably want me to mention that I got married!!!
5.   Worked on a military base
4.   Read just about all of the Nancy Drew mysteries
3.   Rode a motorcycle
2.   Licked a frozen stop sign
1.   Puked up just about every color of the rainbow...not that I've been keeping track, of course...

Monday, September 22, 2014

BlondieChell's Parenting TIp #347: Yell At The Kiddos

  Call me crazy (it's friends do!) but I have this new theory...Well, more like a plan. Now, hold on to your seats, because my plan yell at my daughter more.
    (I know. I sound like a crazy person...but when do I not sound like a crazy person??) Let me tell you the background on an adult, I've realized that I have trouble being yelled at or talked to in an intimidating manner. I cry. In front of people.  And my daughter seems to be following in my footsteps, so my goal is to help her grow accustomed to being yelled at so that she can learn how to deal with it, or at least not cry because of someone's tone of voice.
    I agree, it sounds rough, but the reality is that life is rough. I would rather protect her by desensitizing her to this now so she can learn how to deal with it and develop coping mechanisms. Right now, part of my recovery therapy is encouraging Hubs & friends to yell at me...because I can't afford to pay someone to lay on their couch.
     This girl also believes that God made mothers to only be able to dish out so much patience and grace to their kiddos until they go spaz....which probably happens at least once a month, lol. (And if you ask anyone if they've ever yelled at their kiddos and they tell you "no", they are lying) So, I'm going for it. In an effort to give my kiddo a backbone and help her learn how to deal with being yelled at so she can grow up to be a successful adult who doesn't cry when she thinks she's going to get in trouble for something minor at work.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

BlondieChell's How To Paint a Room

Looking to Remodel?? You're in luck! I just painted our bedroom this weekend and have I got some tips for you! Here is BlondieChell's How To for painting a room: 
     1. Pick your paint (if you're lucky you'll get free cans with your house! And if you take them to a store that sells the brand they can add tint for you!)
     2. Clean your walls...cuz who knows the last time they were cleaned??
     3. Drop cloth & blue tape everything. Me? I recommend this fantastic product called "Tape and Drape"- you tape it on and the gently pull at the think plastic-!viola! It's a magical drop cloth!

     4. Get a sworn confession from your significant other that they will not hold anything against you or be mad if something goes wrong while they're away at work an you're left to paint...
     5. Grab your long, extendable pole (also free with the house), paint roller & start painting!

     6. Coffee. Constantly refuel.

     7. Step in paint.
     8. When you've finished, paint the trim and edges that you missed with the roller
     9. Take a 2-3 hour break to refuel and regroup with food & tv shows.
    10. Re paint the entire room. 
    11. Step in even more paint.

   12. Forget that the handle on your paint roller is super long and launch your coffee mug across the room. Remember that this is why you've drop clothed everything.
    13. Rest your back on the freshly painted wall.
    14. Finish retrimming.
    15. Clean up your coffee and paint mess. Hope for the best.

Monday, September 8, 2014

"Possessing the Land" Part 2

   Like the title?? I may have stole it from the sermon series the pastor of the church we've been attending is doing...but I like it. It fits.
    So on to our tale of woe. (Or 'whoah'). The silver lining?? Right before closing of business Friday, our realtors discovered a possible loophole: getting an engineer and some other folk to sign off on paperwork, deeming the septic system as "community" instead of "shared". Then some finger-crossing and prayers.
   An entire week passed. Pins and needles were sat on the entire time. moments of worry, moments of hope. God had brought us this far, why would we lose faith now?? How could we lose faith now?? 
   And Thursday came. Along with a text from our realtor. The loan company (not to be confused with the mortgage company. In our story, they are two different entities) decided that the "community septic" thing wasn't cool. Loophole closed. Greeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt... Boom. Our world was shattered. Again. We felt stuck. With no other options (literally-all of our $$ was tied up in this deal that was apparently going nowhere) we cried. 
   And then someone, somewhere had sent our realtors another reply. Apparently they would be open to accepting the "community septic" if some more information was filled out. To hope or not to hope? We were on the fence. All of our hope, excitement, faith had been washed away by all of the desparaging news (I cannot say "desparaging news" without hearing the Veggie Tales character say it) we had received. Our faith had been yo-yo-ing and the string was about to snap. 
    All of our faith rested once again in a small chance. Slim chance. A chance of a chance. And here I was faltering. My faith in God, in God's plan for our lives had fallen so far that my friend Christina (with whom I moved to Alaska a year ago) wanted to slap me. According to her, my faith and hope that God would work everything out for us is what kept her going last summer when we had no idea where we'd be sleeping from week to week. So, I bucked up. And I told Hubs to buck up too.
      Actually, I told Hubs to say "I believe God is giving this house to us". And we said it together. And again. We were taking back our faith. And possessing the land we believe God had given us. No matter what the next day would hold. No matter where we would go. God had always been there for us. Always had a matter where we were. He hadn't left us yet, so it was our job to not leave Him.
      And then Friday came...And we got another text from our realtor. God's got someone in the loan company's ear, because they approved the paperwork....which meant that we could finally sign closing documents on the house! The house would be ours! (Well, really the bank's, but we could paint the walls and decorate!!!)

So here she is:

Thank you for sharing this journey with us!

Monday, September 1, 2014

"Possessing The Land" Part 1

 *Disclaimer: This story is filled with drama, hope and tears. As you know, I try to draw humor from my stories, so let's see what we can do with this...

       Really this tale started over a year ago...when God mysteriously called us and our friends to move to one of the most random places on earth: Alaska. None of us has a reason, just a direction. An order. So we obeyed (because, in our experience, God had never left us-He called us all out to Colorado and He hasn't given us a reason to doubt him since). And because of our obedience, we ended up living with our friends (read as "Eleven people, one bathroom") for a year. No one died. And we're still friends.
      A few months ago, our friends bought a house. Yay! We started the process of buying and somehow ended up gaining "early occupany" (where homeowners let you move in prior to closing and you pay them rent). This was going well. Paperwork was going well. The mortgager assured us that we were 95% in the clear. 95%.
      Turns out that five percent was actually higher than we thought. The company who the loan was through took a few weeks to decide that they didn't like the fact that the house shared a septic tank with a neighbor. Bad juju and all that. Hoo. Ray. we were 1. devastated and 2. stuck with "where do we go from here?".
       We were heartbroken. Shattered. See, we didn't choose this house. It was more like the house chose us...or God chose the house for us...We knew from the beginning that it was too good to be true-it was one of our favorite layouts. A house we've wanted, with just about everything we were looking for....a wood stove...oval tub...garage....fenced in yard...raspberry for the for us...
       So we held our breath while renting...knowing that things could change in an instant... and we'd pack up and go...well....we weren't sure where...but we were sure that this house was too fantastic. It was a dream for us...and the dream finally ended. Apparently we had misread God's path for us. Somewhere along the way we lost it....
       So we mentally prepared for a weekend of packing...and then there was a thread of hope...