is it weird that i've wanted to decorate for christmas since halloween?
i have, and i think it's weird.
i have been looking at old magazines and the new farm chicks book trying to get inspiration.
i want to do something different.
i need to go through and get rid of decorations from years past.
i'm about as excited to do that as pluck out my armpit hair with tweezers.
that's hard to think about doing because so many of them have memories.
i went online and googled decorating front porches today.
there are not alot of inspiring front porches online.
i'm trying to get it done before the big storm hits us this weekend.
dave did get the lights on the house yesterday.
why am i telling you this?
i dunno really.
wasting time so that i can postpone going through christmas decorations.
urghh. it's gotta get done.
i do really want a wreath fromthis place though...
isn't it pretty?
i'll bet it smells divine.
wish me luck,
i'll post some pictures when the inspiration comes through for the porch.
i have the privilege of being good friends with this lady. she came out a few weeks ago and did a little shoot at our house with us. she did a fabulous job even with what she had to work with here. *wink* here are a few...
this is maya's i'm not gonna do what you want me to look...
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
so without going into any details because ya'll don't really want to hear em.
i don't even want to hear them.
i have been in the depths for a week or so.
deep, dark, nasty depths.
i've been looking forward for a while now to the 21 day challenge over here...
i don't know if you have heard of rhonna but i saw her on tv one day and she sparkles
so much i had to go and take a look at her blog.
well, i was hooked.
so she does this challenge thing...
it looks like a good idea.
i got excited.
then the deep darks hit and all excitement left my body for anything.
this morning i have a few hours to myself and decided to go and watch the web show
that launched 21.
if you have time it's well worth watching.
she picks me up.
anyhow, she spoke right to my heart.
reached right into the deep dark and lit a little light.
*sparked* me if you will.
i'll be joining the 21 challenge first thing in the morning after i get all my ducks in a row.
and after watching the web show i know exactly what it will be about.
it's my challenge every.single.day but i have a good idea about how to make it more positive.
so, why am i telling you this?
maybe you should join me.
it's not too late.
do you ever have those days where you just think a bunch of random things that you are grateful for?
i am having one of those days.
so i am going to share, you are so excited i know.
hang with me.
the other day big d and i were watching 'goblet of fire'...we're trying to watch them all before the new one comes out. we are total harry potter geeks. anyway at the end when cedric dies i always cry when his dad starts yelling, 'my boy, my boy', i'm all choked up now. i'm such a boob. so i look over and my big tough husband...he's crying too. i love that guy. i love that he cries now that he's getting a little older.
is it weird that i think it's totally cute that when i'm sitting here sometimes the little one runs by yelling, 'me have to go to the bathroom...i gotta poop, poop, poop!'? i have to wipe her when that happens and she likes to announce that it's happening beforehand. it's really cute. everything she does is really cute.
i love it that maya is getting really excited about reading. we got in the truck today and she started reading a pattern book that i had in there. she did pretty well to except for words like photocopier. *smile* i hope that she continues to love to read and that she will read 'anne of green gables' because i could never get mady to read it.
i got pictures (i'll post them later) yesterday in the mail that my sweet friend mindy took for us. i never realize how fat i am until i see myself in pictures. i wonder why i always think i'm skinnier than i am. i hate fat. i hate having to worry about fat. and i dearly wish that i liked to work out and would just make myself stop drinking pepsi. it just sucks. the pictures of my family are awesome though! can't wait to show them to you.
i love it that mady finally has made a good friend at school. who knew it would be so difficult. please god make her be a good friend that is loyal because mady's never had one. she really needs to be able to believe in the good in people.
my husband is a good guy. he totally cleaned the house thursday so that i could do whatever i wanted yesterday. i love that he knows how to clean. thanks shanna for that great gift.
my brother-in-law's dad died yesterday. his wife died a while ago and he died on their 68th wedding anniversary. isn't that just amazing? can you imagine the reunion? he has also been in a wheel chair for a long, long time without the use of his body. i can't imagine the freedom that he felt when he was finally rid of that thing. i know his family is sad and will miss him but i can't help but be happy that he is in such a better place with his sweet wife.
well that's it. there's a bunch more going on in there but i'll just end there.
hope you are having a fantastic saturday! i'm currently listening to two girls yell at each other and the little one throw things at the wall.
i got back last week from deer hunting and haven't stopped since it seems like.
i'll be posting soon and sharing the adventure with you...
right now, while i'm thinking about it, i wanted to try and sell my clock to you.;D
it's a really cute clock but i'm wanting to take things in a different direction in my
living room so the clock has to go.
that is the unfortunate thing in small houses...
no wall space.
so here's a picture...
it's really nicely made...hand painted.
i love that message, it was specially painted there for me.
it's a dark barny red and has worked well for me.
right now it needs a battery but i would replace that for you.
it measures about 23".
i paid $50 for it but i will sell it to you for $20.
i just can't take it to d.i. or somewhere, it's too cute.
so if you think you want it then let me know.
also it would be great if you could pick it up quickly.
that's the other hard thing about a small house...no room to store things!
All items that are made by hand have a special mystique about them. They represent to us a bond with their maker, known or unknown. It gives us respect, if not love, for the effort that was put forth. Whenever we make something with our hands, no matter how refined or crude, we give of ourselves.