Friday, January 17, 2014

Friday Confessions

Happy Friday!  I'm linking up with Leslie today!
I ordered tickets to the circus on Wednesday night.  Since I'm the most indecisive person ever, it took a long time.  By "a long time" I mean a couple of hours, complete with a near mental breakdown and several calls to Brooke for reassurance. 

See, the whole issue was that I could choose the exact seats I wanted.  I could have chosen just the section in no time slightly less time, but nooooo, I had to choose the seats. 

It was a rough time, I tell you.

Want to know how to make your life harder?  Tell your two-year-old that you're going to the circus a few weeks before you're actually going to go to the circus.

It wasn't my smartest move, obviously.  I'm going to blame my poor decision making on the stress from the ticket ordeal.  Have no doubt, I'll answer the, "Going to the circus today?" question 767 times between now and February 1.

After lots of thought (and trying to break mine so I wouldn't feel guilty about buying a new one), I gave up and bought a new phone on Sunday. 

After looking and thinking (and looking and thinking and looking and thinking--please see comment in #1 about being indecisive), I went with the Samsung Galaxy S4.  I loved my iPhone, and seriously considered the 5S, but felt like the S4 was a better fit.  (B upgraded at the same time and went with the S4 too.)

By Sunday night, I realized I might have made a mistake.

Turns out, I'm not so quick at learning new technology-type things anymore.  Also, I'm not patient.  (Who knew?)  The apps are the same, but the phone and features are completely different and it has been a long week of trying to figure the thing out. 

In case you're wondering, I feel old just typing that.

It's also one of those moments where I can catch a glimpse of my future.  I'm on my way to being just like my mama, who always has technology issues and texted me last weekend asking for help with facebook.

Poor Aniston is all I have to say.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Friday Confessions

A while back, I found a random box of thank you notes in a closet.  I thought it was a little odd because they weren't with the rest of my cards, but didn't bother opening it.  Well, I opened the box on Monday to write notes to my students for Christmas gifts....and it was full of written, addressed, and stamped thank you cards....for baby shower gifts.  Y'all, my baby is almost three!!  I died.  I am so, so mortified that I never sent those. 

Ethel got her head stuck in a box of Cheez-Its this week.  I confess that Ethel is the reason I'm not sure if we should have a second child.  My fear is that the baby could be like Ethel, the second schnauzer--full of questionable decisions and just not exactly right.

It was raining when I got to work today.  I had too much stuff in my hands getting out of the car, and ended up dropping my umbrella, which resulted in damp hair.  The fact that I would save my coffee before my umbrella should tell you something about my life right now.

I am determined to go shopping tomorrow--for myself.  I am not going to buy one.single.thing for anyone else.  I refuse to be sidetracked by cute clothes for Aniston.

I spent a ridiculous amount of time last night looking at stuff for Aniston's birthday the end of March.  It's never too early to start planning, right?

I confess that I am thisclose to buying a Naked Palette.  I've wanted one forever, and it just might be time.

Happy Friday!

I'm linking up with Leslie today.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Baby, It's Cold Outside

In case you don't know, I live in North Carolina.  Home of hot, humid summers and mild winters. 

Until now.  And, now, it is cold.  Frigid.  Like, single digit temperatures this morning. It's never that cold here. 

I know there are places in the US much, much colder than that.  I also know that if you live in one of those places, you're probably rolling your eyes at me right now. 

But you see, I'm not really a cold weather kind of girl.  (I'm not really a hot weather kind of girl either, for that matter.  I'm happiest in the 73 to 75 degree range, thanks.)  As soon as Christmas is over, I'm finished with winter--especially if it's not going to snow.  Cold weather without snow is pointless, and I'm not a fan. 

Also, cold weather makes me want to hibernate.  If it's cold outside, I can't do anything productive at all--even inside.  Case in point, I came home from work today and immediately changed into my fleece pajama pants.  And we all know you can't get anything done in fleece pants. 

While I was sitting and doing nothing, I checked my email and saw I had one from one of my favorite stores.  It was announcing their new spring styles.  Seriously?  I deleted it right away because I just can't deal with that kind of mockery and false hope right now.  


Now I'm off to dream of flip flops and the beach while I search for another pair of ear gripper thingies because I managed to break mine during car duty this afternoon. I still can't figure out exactly how that happened. 

Stay warm, y'all!

Saturday, January 4, 2014


It's 12:26am and I can't sleep. This is unfortunate because Aniston will, no doubt, come bounding into our bedroom the minute she sees a sliver of sunlight peeking through her blinds.

She is a firm believer in early rising.  I hope to get this misunderstanding straightened out before summer.

But, anyway, it's late (technically early) and I can't sleep. I've wracked my brain for something terribly interesting to write about, but I have nothing.  I'm also blogging from my phone because I am just too lazy to get up and grab my laptop.  It's about eight feet away.  Sad, right?  But when you've practically lived in yoga pants for the last two weeks, lazy is par for the course. 

I don't have much to write about, but I did go grocery shopping today (technically yesterday) and I used coupons. I love coupons. And sales. And feeling like I'm getting something for a steal of a price. 

I'm sure if B is reading this, he's rolling his eyes. My couponing annoys him, I think. 

He also says I'm a marketer's dream, but that's another story for another day.

So, couponing.

A few years ago, when we were spending a fortune (I should probably have used shouty capitals for that word) at REACH every month trying to have a baby, I started couponing.  I saved a lot of money on groceries, which in turn gave us more money for REACH, and it was great. (Please consider the context of the word "great" because, believe me, nothing during that time in our life was great. I did walk away from the experience with lots of funny fertility clinic stories, but I can't share them here
because I know lots of you in real life. And I'm just not sure we could handle it.)

 (You will be able to find those stories in the book I'll probably never write. If I did write it, though, I would expect it to be a best seller because who in their right mind wouldn't want to read about this riveting life I'm living?) (If you did not read the last line with sarcasm, please remind yourself that I'm blogging about coupons and read it again.)

So, couponing. (Again.)

It turned into a game for me, and it also gave me something to do rather than sit around and think about the fact that I couldn't have a baby.  Which was what I thought about pretty much all the time.

I also never paid more than fifty cents for a toothbrush, which was pretty awesome too.

When we (finally) had Aniston, I quit couponing because it took time and I haven't had any of that to spare in, oh, say, almost three years. But life has settled down and is becoming manageable (I'm knocking on wood as I type this) and I'm back to couponing. As sad as it may be, I had fun today. 

You should try it.

Because there are few things in life more exciting than a less-than-fifty-cent toothbrush.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Friday Confessions

Happy Friday, y'all!  I'm linking up with Leslie today!
I have L-O-V-E-D Christmas break this year.  Aniston and I have had so much fun being home together.  I am not ready for Monday.  At. All.

I may not be ready to go back to work, but the schnauzers are ready to have the house back to themselves during the day.  Aniston being here all the time has been a little much for them.  I've had to referee constantly the last two weeks.  I tell you, I don't know how people with more than one child do it.  I've been at my wit's end some days, and two of them can't even talk.

 I went couponing today for the first time in forever.  I love coupons.  I hope I have more time for that this year.

So far, I've had to write 2014 on three things.  I've messed up on all three.

I took this picture of Aniston yesterday.  She's so grown up.  It kills me.

I have had way too much good food during this break.  I really hope my pants fit on Monday.  Ha!

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Happy 2014!

I swear, the years just keep going by faster and faster.  I'm flummoxed (love that word, by the way) by the fact that it's 2014 already. 

My baby will turn three in 2014.
Our eighth anniversary will be in 2014.
I'll turn thirty in 2014. (Yikes.)

I'm not sure how it's 2014 and all this is happening, but it is. 

I love a new year, though.  It feels clean and fresh and, well, new.  I love lists and resolutions.  I love thinking about how different and better things could be--how different and better I could be--by this time next year.

As always, there are a ton of things I want to accomplish this year.  More than anything, though, I want to be intentional.

That phrase has been running through my mind for a couple of weeks now.  Every time I thought about the new year, that was where my thoughts went.  I'm not the only one, either.  If you Google the phrase or search for it on Pinterest, it's everywhere.

Be intentional.

I want to be intentional with my faith.  I want to make sure I have a quiet time every day.  I want to study God's word more, serve more, and grow in my relationship with Him.

I want to be intentional with my marriage.  It's easy to fall into the habit of just coexisting.  The everyday stuff gets in the way.  This year, I want to intentionally spend more quality time with B (not shopping though. ha!), be supportive and encouraging, and--this last one's tough for me--be intentionally selfless. 

I want to be intentional in my parenting. I want to intentionally pray for Aniston, encourage her, and spend time with her.  I don't want to be distracted by technology or multitasking.  I want to soak in every minute and stage and truly treasure every day with her.

I want to be intentional with family and friends.  Whether it's just a card, call, text, or even a facebook message, I want to stay in touch with and celebrate the people in my life more.  I want to spend more time with the people I love.

I want to be intentional with my words.  I want to really pay attention to the things I say and the tone of voice I use, especially with B and Aniston. 

I want to be intentional with our money.  I want to give more, save more, and use our money wisely.

I want to be intentional with our family's health.  I want to focus more on whole foods and try to limit the processed foods we eat. 

I want to be intentional with my time.  After all, that's where it's going to have to start, right?