Tuesday, September 29, 2009


It all began back on the first of June. Ty was going out of town for 10 days and I wanted to paint the kitchen. We decided on colors Dipped Chocolate, Tropical Hideaway and Graceful Willow.

I started early the morning after Ty left. Here are the before pictures. I didn't clean it before I took the pictures so don't judge too harshly.

When we first moved into the house I was pregnant with George so I couldn't really paint because of the fumes. But the cabinets were a really dark, dark brown wood that I hated. So I went and got contact paper that looked like a light oak. It looked really nice and they were very easy to clean.

Unfortunately when it came time to paint the cabinets I had to remove this contact paper. That was not fun. I had to scrub with Goo Be Gone and Mineral Spirits to get the left over adhesive off of the cupboards. It was a pitb.

Here are some during shots. You can see the original color of the cabinets in these pictures. See how dark they were? We were beginning to prime them when I snapped these.I did not finish in the ten days that Ty was gone. I was pretty much done with the painting except for some touch up work but I didn't have everything loaded back in and I felt bad because Ty came home to a hugely messy house.

It's still not completely done. The brown wall is nowhere near done. I'm still trying to figure out what exactly to put there. But I LOVE it. I love the colors and I know having it this color will help out in the middle of winter when it's dark and gray.

Here's the "almost" finished product.

LOOK! There is my one pop of red...my new toaster. I'm really considering painting my table and benches and chair red. Do you think that would be too much?
There it is. My Tropical Hideaway kitchen. I love it. I know it's not for everyone and that's okay. It makes me happy. The color. The swirly knobs. The red toaster. My happy place.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Ode to a yellow couch (or in other words the overly long post about how I got my yellow couch.)

Skip to end if you just want to see the picture.
It won't hurt my feelings....much.

As I mentioned in my Thankful Thursday post we got a "new to us" yellow couch.

And I love it.

I've loved it ever since I found it on Craigslist for my sister when she moved into her new apartment. When I showed it to her she fell in love with it too. So my good friend and I drove all the way up to South Weber (over an hour away) loaded it up onto my dad's truck and delivered it to my sister.

I was actually very sad to not bring it to my home. It was right after I had painted my living room yellow and I KNEW that it would look right at home in my front room.

We had a perfectly functional and nice blue plaid couch so I didn't feel comfortable asking my husband about getting one like the one we had found for my sister.

But every once in a while I would go onto Craigslist or KSL want ads and type in the search engine "yellow couch". A couple of times ones that were very similar to the one that sat at my sisters house would come up for sale. The same material just a little different style.

I silently coveted those up for sale on those sites. And was envious of those people who bought them. And coveted my sister's couch and was envious whenever I would go to visit.

(Yes I know that covetousness and envy are neither one good things. I never said I was perfect.)

It kind of felt like I was cheating on my perfectly good plaid couch but I couldn't help it.

I was smitten.

Then came the call from my sister. Asking me if I wanted the couch. She was thinking about purchasing a new one with some money that had come her way. I tried to contain my excitement as I told her yes. She told me I would have to wait a bit until the money came through. I was okay with that.

Then a few months later came the crushing news that my sister wouldn't be getting a new couch after all and my dreams of a yellow couch seemed beyond my reach.

I silently cried myself to sleep when I got the news. (not really but doesn't it make the story seem more touching and me more pathetic?) I got up the next day and went on with my life. Trying to make amends with my plaid couch.

I think it somehow knew that my heart was elsewhere. It had started coming apart at the seams and had let itself go. The cushions were dirty and getting more so by the day. I knew that if I put a little bit of time and love into our relationship my plaid couch could be back to looking like new but my heart wasn't in it.

The thing is that I was never planning on getting rid of my plaid couch. I had dreams of moving my comfortable, wonderful plaid couch downstairs to sit along side my other, not so comfy plaid hide-a-bed couch. Sister couches, as it were.

Yes. I practice poly-couch-omy. Deal with it.

AND I was looking to add a third sister couch into the mix. The yellow couch.

Then came the second call from my sister about the couch. This time it was for certain. She had the opportunity to by a microfiber couch and love seat at an awesome price and she wanted to know if I would like to take the yellow couch off of her hands.


It was a bit dirty and needed some washing, I was informed, but it was mine. A week later it was sitting in my living room along with my plaid couch. And there was not room for the both of them. I stuck to my plan of moving the plaid couch downstairs.

I took the time to clean both couches up. I didn't want the plaid one to feel like it was being relegated to a lesser status because really it wasn't. I was THRILLED to have that one downstairs because of the comfy factor and now we had enough seating for all the family when we watched movies.

I lovingly took the covers off the seats of both couches and put them in the washer. I scrubbed them down with Resolve cleaner and Spray and wash. I sewed up where the plaid couch was coming apart at the seams. I scrubbed the cushions on the yellow couch that didn't have slip covers and hung them out to dry on my redneck clothes line. It took me three days to do it but I did it. It was worth every minute.

The yellow couch is mine.Look how it fits so perfectly. The yellows, the blue leaves and piping on the edges match my carpeting and there are little spots of red in there as well that match my curtains. (Ty says that it looks like someone had a nose bleed on it. I disagree.)

Ty was gone for two weeks so I decided to redo our coffee table while he was away. I debated between red and green and I went with Lime curl green as you can see. I LOVE how it turned out.

My house is a riot of color and I love it.

That reminds me. I still need to post pictures of my kitchen...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Long and the Short of it...

Okay....mostly the short of it...
And no I don't look too happy in this picture but it's one where my hair looked the best. I do love this cut. It's so simple and easy to take care of I can hardly stand it.

Friday, September 18, 2009


Thanks to Mindi for putting this on her blog.

I agree with her.... this is a great way to start off your weekend.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Thankful Thrusday

Today I am Thankful for...

  • My heart that is back to it's normal beat.
  • My new washer and dryer which have been going pretty much non stop since they arrived.
  • A husband who follows his dreams
  • My "new to me" yellow couch that brightens up my living room.
  • And since I have a "new to me" couch in my front room I was able to move my super comfy couch downstairs and now we have enough seating for everyone in the family downstairs.
  • Paint.
  • New haircuts that are much easier to take care of.

Monday, September 14, 2009

A conversation with my heart

My heart and I, we went for a walk this morning. During the walk we had a nice little chat. It went something like this...

Me: Hey heart. Let's not have another day like yesterday okay?

Heart: Thump. Thump.

Me: That was scary and I felt like crap. I know you felt cruddy too but you know how you feel effects pretty much how I feel.

Heart: Thump. Thump. Thump.

Me: So here's the deal. I promise to take you out for a walk, or do something every day so that you get those Beta Blockers that you need... and you promise me you'll beat happily and healthily and keep on pumping that red stuff that I need to live.

Heart: Thump. Thump.

Me: Does that sound like a deal? Can you work with that?

Heart: Thump. Thump.

Me: I know I haven't been treating you all that well and I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?

Heart: Thump. Thump.

Me: So we're okay? You're going to keep on beating and pumping and I'm going to keep on walking and exercising. Right?

Heart: Thump. Thump.

Me: Because I don't think I can handle another day like yesterday.

Heart: Thump. Thump. Thump.

I believe that my heart and I, we've come to an understanding.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Inquiring Minds Want to Know

Are you your "real self" around everyone? Or do you act one way around some people and a different way around others?

I like to think that I am my real self around everyone. But I do know that I act differently around different people. Can one do that? Act differently around different people and still be your "real self" all the way around?

Thursday, September 10, 2009


This song and video are making me Smile....

Did she really need two new holes in her head?

Certainly! Especially when you can put cute earrings in those holes!

For McKenna's birthday Ty's mom gave her a gift certificate where she would take her to get her ears pierced. Ty wasn't too thrilled about it but finally gave his consent. He's having a bit of a hard time with McKenna growing up and getting older.

So this afternoon McKenna cashed that puppy in. I forgot my camera thankfully Ty's mom had her phone camera so I could get some pictures.

Doesn't she look excited? That's because she is!
Getting instructions....

Here goes the right ear....
And the left. She didn't even wince.These are the ones she chose. The birthstone of September. Very pretty.

Yay! All done!
Ty's mom then took her to another store where she let McKenna pick out a nice pair of earrings to wear when the holes have healed.

I was 13 when I got my ears pierced. I was supposed to wait until I was 16 but my older sister took me to the mall on my 13 birthday and got them done. Mom and dad weren't thrilled but they lived with it.

So a couple of questions for you my faithful 4 or 5 readers...

Do you have your ears pierced? If so how old were you when you got them pierced?
How old do you think a girl should be before she gets her ears pierced?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


This is what I just got back from. Getting my hair chopped. Yes my husband knows about it. He's not too happy but he's dealing with it.

I decided to get it cut really short because I'm tired of coloring it. It's a pain. So I'm letting the real me shine through.

In all it's glorious silverness.

Pictures to come....hopefully.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

She's 12

I can hardly believe it.

*above image found here

She came into this world at 4:30 a.m.
That's really early.
She's not so much into early mornings these days.

She's more into
hanging out with friends.....
(she's on team Jacob btw)
and boys
but shhhhhhhh.....don't tell her dad about that last one.

I love her......
sense of humor.
sense of style...even though her taste is not my taste.
That's okay.

I don't want her to be me.
I want her to be her.

I love her.......
willingness to help out.

Mostly I just love her.

She's 12.

She'll be going into Young Women's. Is that possible?
I guess it must be.

And I'm so excited for her.
Yep. Excited.
I'm one of those weird moms that isn't really sad to watch her kids get older.
I'm looking forward to watching her continue to grow.
I'm looking forward to helping her through difficulties and joys.
Hopefully there will be more joys than hard times.

I'm looking forward to seeing and learning more about this girl who
is turning more into a young woman every single day.
I hope I'm up to the task of being her mom.

I hope she'll be okay with having me hanging around a little while longer.
I'm sure there will be times when she won't want me there.
And that will hurt. But I'll deal. It will be okay.
I'll worry about that another day.

For now...

Happy Birthday McKenna.
I love you!!
12 is going to ROCK!

(you can click on the collage to make it bigger and see the smaller pictures better)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

You are (I am) God's Masterpiece

A friend posted this onto Facebook today. It's something that I really needed to hear. Not only hear but internalize. Maybe you need to hear it too. It's about 9 minutes long but so worth every last minute.