Holding my breath...

My little family is going through some big changes soon, and I'm just holding my breath for it all to work out. I don't do change well, and I'm extremely nervous of what's to come next. I guess that's what it means to be brave, to look life in the eye and say it's gonna be ok. So for the time being, I'm intentionally neglecting this blog, because there is just not enough time I can devout to it. But soon soon soon, after the changes are made will I focus on writing and sharing again. Thanks.

Comfort Zone

Apparently I decided to take March "off". Yeah, nice one. I just wasn't quite feeling it. It being inspired, excited, er let's be honest...happy. I am now adjusting back to being at work, and it's hard. It's really hard. All I want to do is take care of my own bizness, not everyone else's. Hence the overwhelm, and the neglect to my passions.

I'm going to continue to step out of my comfort zone, and really push it for myself. I tend to over look the me in most situations. Hopefully writing these words will give me the extra umpfh to keep on keeping on. I'm ready for life to begin (again)!

Why I haven't blogged in a while...

I'm tired.

Living Room Upgrade: Paint Edition

So um..pinterest. Need I say more!? The hubs was looking over my shoulder one day and saw this picture below, (and to my surprise) was all, woah, let's do that (to our gigantic wall that I never know what to do with) in our living room. And since I have such good taste and pinned it for myself, I said hell yeah! So off to Lowe's we went. We selected Valspar Brand Hazy Stratus for the light grey and Seine for the darker grey tan color.

So I brought out my high school math skills, protractor, ruler, common sense (although I am lacking significantly in this department due to postpartum, yeah postpartum). And the hubs and I really tried hard not to kill each other. We are both first borns, and therefore know everything about everything, so working together is always peachy.

See that BIG ugly wall of depression! Oh and, hi hubby!

Yes, the taping did take forever, but hey, look below. I think it was worth it!

TA-DA! Well the "edge lock" tape fell into the false advertising category, but otherwise I think it looks pretty bad (like, the good bad)! I'll be touching up in the next couple weeks, and I'll share the whole living room sometime soon. Also, I have a little starburst mirror DIY I want to get going on in the meantime.

Any space in your home that just drove you crazy, until you decide to go BOLD?!

Bucket List

Get (re)married to the hubs in Vegas!

Like, with Elvis.

Tales of postpartum and the indian giver.

So, tomorrow is romantical awareness day, and to say we celebrated this year perfectly would be putting it lightly. The hubs and I spent yesterday lighting candles, strategically placing rose petals around the house, playing some barry white, and errr, getting on each other's nerves. We did all of those things, except three of them. Can you guess...come on, guess!

The hubs, like most men (which is what I tell myself, righhhtt!?) is not, how you say, ummm, Lance Romance. I mean he tries, and I will give him credit that he does try, but it's just not his forte.

So while we were busy doing all of the above activities, except the first three (did you get it right?! You're so smart!), the hubs decided to finish off the last of the delicious butterscotch pudding that I, depressingly enough, was contemplating eating....for breakfast. So as he began to comment on how good it was, I said, "oooh save some for me!?". Then I got the deer in headlights, WTF did you just say, I'm in trouble, dammit, look from him as the last spoonful entered his mouth.

(Just so you are aware, as I write this I do realize how ridiculous I sound, and I'm about to get more ridiculouserrr, so prepare.)

In my postpartum state (how long do you think I can use this excuse?), I of course, got upset. Postpartum ladies do some craaaazzzyyy shit! Like cry at radio commercials (really, radio ones! LAME), have full on freak out sessions when....well anytime actually, and laugh hysterically at nothing at all like a mental patient. On top of all that we have the ability to interchange these three emotions within a 40 second time period. It's a talent.

So back to the pudding episode. I spent about five minutes experiencing all three of the emotions listed above, when my romantical unaware hubs ran to the bedroom and presented me with an amazing hand written card and a heart shaped box of chocolates. Everyone knows that sugar is like postpartum medication (how long do you think I can use this excuse?). Well I was pleased, and I forgave the poor guy for eating the pudding (which again I realize how stupid I sound).

Fast forward to today, in which I came home for lunch, and was searching to calm the postpartum beast within. I reached for my romantical, thoughtful, sincere box of chocolates, and whaaaaa!!!??? They were gone! No, not the box. The box was still there and intact, but the contents were not.

I'm sure at this point you can only imagine the shit storm that fell over this place. All three emotions were put on blast, and at this point I was a postpartum junkie without her medication. I feel like maybe I looked a little like a jacked up pterodactyl. Just a little.

The indian giver did not realize at the time he was savoring MY gift, yeah the gift he gave to me, that he was also swallowing a giant guilt trip. Who knew?!

I returned to work to realize how ridiculous my actions had been, and how perhaps my hormones got the best of me, when realistically it is just chocolate and pudding. But, if indian giving is the new thing in my house, I can't wait to give the hubs these for his birthday. Oh, those aren't your size, style, or color...here let me help you with those! Karma.

Happy romantical awareness day ya'll!

I'm not still pregnant so I need to quit eating like this Graham Cracker Cookies!

Yes, pretty much the title of this post says it all, but eh....make em' anyways! (I did obviously) Well let me just put this out there so I can relieve my guilty conscience. When you have a garbage disposal for a husband you tend to make sweets for "him". When in all actuality you are still eating for two. You and you! Ok, I feel better thank you. Now onto this recipe that is delicious. I am somewhat of a s'mores whore, so with the addition of coconut, you have the perfect cookie...for the hubs. Right, yeah the hubs.

1-1/2 Cups Graham Crackers finely crushed

1/2 Cup Flour

2 Tsp Baking Powder

1 (14oz) can Sweetened Condensed Milk

1/2 Cup Butter softened

2 Cups Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips

1 Cup Chopped Walnuts

1 Cup Coconut Flakes

1 Tsp Vanilla Extract

Oh, and for dinner I made this. I was on a roll last night, apparently. Tonight's dinner involves salad...no dressing.