Oh, yes I di-id.
I work for a company that has over 150 employees, and many different departments. I am not sure if I have shared this but, I am a recruiter (We call them Talent Acquisition Managers…sounds much more fancy, doesn’t it?)
Anyway, we have lots of funnier-than-fiction stories and events that unfold as we are working to fill various positions, and a few months back, we decided to start sharing the funnier stories with one another, and then awarding the best one each month or so. We call them “Come on, Man!” stories. (One of my favorites was a person that listed their previous job experience as a “Cow Milker” when applying for a front desk spot in an ENT’s office.)
We recently came up with the idea to share stories of the opposite end of things, and I came up with the idea to call it the “That’s what I’m talkin’ about” stories and award. Over the past few weeks, one team mate in particular has helped me with a new project and event I proposal I was working on. She gave me some stellar advice and guidance, and I am now moving forward with it.
...at the start of a two department meeting. I had a friend cue in pomp and circumstance on the computer for my background music, and I read my dedication to her in front of the group: (Now remember, you need to read this imagining the graduation march playing in the background, like we did at our meeting...)
The Audigy Group TAM Team Presents the inaugural "That’s what I’m talkin about" award.
Today we salute you, Ms. Theater major turned Talent Acquisition Ninja gal.
For going above and beyond the call of Senior TAM, showcasing your rebel style. Are you ashamed of your rules-are-all-about-interpretation attitude? Hardly. You embrace your think outside of the box attitude with jazz hands enthusiasm.
Talent Acquisition is a game of extreme mad skills, and strategy, and you’ve shown us all that a little bedazzled sweater-vest with a feather flower pin doesn’t hurt either.
Sure, anyone can throw together a cheesy PowerPoint, but only you have the moxi to walk a team mate through the tedious process to score her an audience with the President of the company.
(You’re a star.)
Yours is a magical world, Ms. Bloom, and we are feeling mighty lucky to have you on our team.
. . . . . . . .
She loved it, and so did everyone else.
Oh, how we need to remember, it takes so little to make people feel valued.
Does that make sense?
I am trying to drink more water these days, and I am failing miserably. I usually add some fruit to mine (when I remember to drink it) and that makes it so much prettier. (and it smells oh-so-spa like!)
Still, I forget.
So now, I have made myself some little water-tracking cards.
Ridiculous, I know.
(But, kinda cute, no? It's part of living a truly charmed life on a shoestring.)
I can mark off the circle as I drink a glass. (I do not even bother to focus on ounces, since drinking any amount is an improvement for me.)
If you like my little cards, please feel free to grab a PDF right here, and print some for yourself: Download Water cards
So, what little tricks do you use to try and stay on the smarter health choices bandwagon? I'd love to hear your tips and tricks! Please, do share!
Not only did my brother come through his surgery incredibly well, but once inside, the doctor's determined things were not nearly so bad as anticipated, and only had to perform a single by-pass, where we were expecting a triple or even more serious, a quadruple.
Can I get an Amen?!
He's not out of the woods just yet, as the days following surgery are critical, but we are all praising God for the blessings so far, and keeping the faith that good progress will continue.
Thanks you, thank you, my sweet friends. Thank you ever so much.
My brother is having a very serious heart surgery today and if you're a praying sort of person, he (and my family and I) would hugely appreciate your prayers for him, and for the team of surgeons working on him, more than you can ever know.
His name is Harry, (Hairy-Dog, as his voicemail says...)but I will always and forever call him Butch. He's just barely 57 years old. He has been a guitar-playing-folk-country-rock-singer, a teller of tall tales, a better-than-most fry cook, a father-of-three-boys, a sometimes rebel-without-a-cause, and my younger (and only) brother, for my whole life, minus thirteen months.
Surgery is Tuesday morning and is expected to take six or more hours.
Now, if you're not a person of faith, I understand that too.
(Actually I do not really understand that at all, but I do firmly believe we're all entitled to our own views, and beliefs.) I know that not everyone believes and thinks the exact same way that I do, and I would never hold that against someone.
What I mean to say is, if you are not a person who belives in the power ofpray, or sends good juju, or healing vibes, or whatever, that's okay. Just please don't judge me for asking those who do.
(I'll take all the prayer warriors I can get, thankyouverymuch.)
My long-time-friend, Dawn, over at the feathered nest, shared her faith last Sunday in her Easter post, and was quite stunned and saddened when she lost some subscriptions to her blog the following day.
Haters gonna hate, I guess.
Sad (and puzzling) to me that sharing your heart (and faith) poses such a risk, even here online. This being said, if you're feeling so inclined, please take a moment and say a little prayer for Butchie-boy today.
Thank you, my friends.
I am getting ready to tackle organizing my craft room. (Doesn't it have the most delicious light?)Of course I still need to paint the room, and I am thinking that might happen next weekend. (...although I seem to be dragging my feet in the paint department of my home renovations.)
My cottage is a three bedroom, with one for me, and one for guests, and then there is this sweet little room off of the middle of the hall. It's quite cozy, measuring only about ten by seven or eight feet, and, like the rest of my cottage, it has the original hardwood flooring. (squeeeeeee!)
Here is how the room looked after I had the floors refinished, and was getting ready to move in....
It has the rather charming original light fixture (I think it's charming, anyway.) that I think I will be keeping.
My pine bookcases fit on either side of the sunny window like they were made for this room, and my worktable sits equally perfectly between them.
Across from this vignette I have a vintage white dresser that holds my printer and the drawers currently crammed full of punches, ribbons, paper and various other crafty supplies. I'm hoping to organize it all this week, at least to the point that I can share it with you in a more completed state, and so that I can finally get my new inventory and shipping center ready for my etsy shop.
I'm excited to jump on this project, and I will be sharing progress as it unfolds!
You didn't know I worked out?
Until recently, I didn't.
True confession: I've struggled with developing my inner workout diva since Jane Fonda put out her first VHS tape and I ran out and bought leg warmers to go with my high-top Reeboks.
I always seem to think that if I get the right fashion accessories for the workout, I will...well, work out. It seems to me that they should could might go hand in hand.
"How's that working for you?" you wonder in your head, using your best Dr. Phil voice.
Historically, not terribly well. (but there's always next time, right?)
Here is how I see it: God created two kinds of people. Ones that like to workout, and love physical activities, and those that do not.
Obviously, I am in the latter group. (I am pretty sure I got this genetic tendency from my grandmother on my Dad's side, along with her large earlobes, and chubby elbows.)
Knowing this, I am purposefully focusing on making some changes to my craft-table-potato lifestyle, so that I have a better chance at keeping the good health God has blessed me with. (You see, I am doing this fabulous new program one of my favorite teammates at work has created, and I am newly inspired to be accountable for my own health like never before.)
And that's why I needed these new workout shoes. (with coordinating athletic socks.)
Wish me luck.
You know, most out-of-town guests don't bring a big, bulky robe when they come to visit, and so they end up having to get dressed right out of bed in the morning. Because I want all of my house guests to feel completely comfortable when they come stay at my cottage, I like to have a cozy robe hanging in the closet for them to wear.
Each fall, Walmart puts out their robes and jammies, and that's where I usually get mine. They are so soft, and fluffy, and ca-razy inexpensive.
I found the sweetest sock-slippers online a couple of months ago, and bought an extra pair to go along with my guest robe. (How cozy is this ensemble?!)
So far, my only house guests have been my grandsons, but I'm getting ready for the other Tracey to arrive in early June, when we will head out from my cottage to make our way to the Farm Chicks show, and I'm ready for her.
One of my daughters had her gallbladder removed this week, and while it was outpatient surgery, it still has quite a little bit of recovery time.
Especially when you have a one and two year old at home.
And everyone in your house has had the nasty flu and then colds this season, and you're ready to be doing something fun, but instead, you find yourself having your gallbladder taken out.
When it rains it pours sometimes.
I wanted to do something to make things better. To help things run more smoothly. I'm taking the day today to help with the little men. (Really, it's to get my Mom/Gramma Cupcake fix)
Anyway, you feel helpless when someone you love so much is going through this kind of rough patch, and all I know to do is...cook. (....or bake.)
So....I made my Hunny Bunny and her family a batch of my homemade spaghetti sauce, and added a pack of noodles. I picked up a nice baguette of french bread, and I added one of my sweet little Weck jars filled with shredded Parmesan cheese. I finished off my basket with a potted hydrangea and a couple of new dish towels. (Just because.)
Tonight's supper will be easy, and yummy, 'coz a whole lot of love that went into it.
The girls at work like to run over to World Market on our lunch break every two or three weeks. Lots of days we work through our lunch hours, and so it's a nice mini-lunch-break-sized-teeny-tiny-mental-vacation.
It's always a wildly fun and fruitful little excursion. It begins with three or four of us piled into one car, driving the half mile over to this store filled with the most random cute things none of us actually need, but that are so over-the-top fun-cool-colorful-you-fill-in-the-blank that we holler out to one another to come see from across the department. It ends with all of us making some sort of purchase in a bag (or two or six) that we would never have imagined ourselves making two hours earlier in the day.
Yesterday's purchase for me included this cooler than cool looking bottle of wine with an awesome oiled bronze number one somehow attached to it, (Who knows if the wine is good? We all know I am a sucker for marketing.) some printed parchment paper (That actually caused the baker in me to squeal with delight out loud, picturing springtime baked goods in a box lined with it.) and finally, these cupcake slash muffin liners that look oh-so-french-bakery...oh, and they were on clearance, which somehow justified them jumping into my cart. Twenty-four dollars and some change later I was back at my desk, wondering how the heck that happened.
I simply cannot escape this shop without some sort of purchase being made that I have no rhyme or reason for. I leave with my bag in hand, torn between a feeling of euphoria over the adorableness of who-knew-I was-gonna-find-something-that-cute and oh-my-ga-I-said-I-wasn't-gonna-buy-anything-and-I-still-need-to-buy-more-paint-for-the-livingroom.
It's like kryptonite is pumped into the air, and I am powerless once I walk through those automated doors. Do you have a store that has this kind of power over you? A shop that renders you helpless to use the good sense God gave you?
Please, tell me I am not alone on this one.
Do you ever read The Inspired Room blog? It's one of my personal favorites, for many reasons. Melissa has great style, is all about making her home a haven for her family, and I really enjoy her authentic, easy-to-relate-to writing style. (She also has some pretty adorable dogs, one of whom has his very own blog and facebook page, lives in the Pacific Northwest, and is a 12th woman. Need I say much more?)
She has just had her first book published, and the title already has me excited to read it. ("Love the home you have" is pretty much what I am doing in real life, so how would I not be excited to read it?)
So often we get carried away wanting to be able to snap our fingers and have a room (or two, or five) done up, and have the latest, most trendy decorator items.(anyway, I know I do on occasion.) It's sometimes hard for me to look at the giant TO-DO list I have created and not want to run out and charge up a blue streak, getting a few major projects whipped out so I can have some instant gratification, and the very concept of loving the home I have(In it's current state no less) puts it all in perspective for me.
Whether we own, or rent, or live at our Mom's place, we need to count our blessings and love the homes we are so blessed to have.
I can't wait for my copy of this sweet book to arrive in my mailbox. I know it's going to inspire me.
What was a fabulous, detailed, witty post, has disappeared into thin air.
(Even though I saved it.)
All that was left was my title.
Long story, short....I wanted to share a quick peek at my new summertime sandals. I haven't shared a shoe post since...well, I think 2012. (Not sure why, because my shoe addiction has continued on at a pretty healthy rate since then.)
Anyway, I discovered these little sweeties a few weeks ago on Hautelook, Nordstrom Rack's online super-sale shop for deals, and my heart skipped several beats.
(Can you see why?)
Now, I am on the hunt for the right shade of red toenail polish to accompany them.
In my life before becoming suddenly single, I spent nearly two decades as a stay at home mom. I used to say (and still believe) it was my dream job.
One of my best gal-pals and I would always say that one of the blessings of being a stay at home wife was that everyday was Saturday. There was no exact punch in and out times, or deadlines that could get you fired if missed. If I was up with a little one with a nightmare, or working on a project, I could function the next day, sandwiching things that needed to be done around my kiddos and husband. There was an immense sense of flexibility in my days and weeks.
I do not mean by any stretch that it was an easy job. (I also used to say the thing about being a stay at home Mom was that the pay wasn't great, but the hours were lousy....and I absolutely adored and treasured every. single. nano-second. of it.)
I work a regular eight to five-ish Monday through Fridays these days, and while I like my job, weekends have become far more treasured times than way back then. My mindset on Friday nights after my work week ends is one of feeling happy to the point of being giddy, while imagining a million and two things that the next thirty six or so hours might hold. Oh, the infinite possibilities.
To stay up way late, or go to bed early? To go out, or stay in? To start a semi-major project, or Pinterest all evening? It's up to me, all because it's gonna be Saturday.
Last night I woke up for some odd reason at 2:20 in the morning. If it had been a week day, I would have kept myself in bed, but since it was the magical time frame of my week, I hopped out of bed and worked on organizing my little craft room a bit more.(I am easily sidetracked, so progress is slow.)
After an hour and a half, I felt sleepy and slid back between my flannel sheets and fluffy cloud of quilts and comforter, and drifted back to sleep, happily knowing that no alarm was going to sound off.
Of course this is all just a state of mind, because I was back awake at 7:10, bright eyed and bushy-tailed as my Mom likes to say.... ready to enjoy my toast and cocoa, in my cozy robe and slipper socks.
Oh, yeah. I love Saturdays.
The bathroom is the closest thing to being done, but even that room still has a TO-DO list with about five items on it. The kitchen and laundry room are in the works, and my living room slash dining room have four different areas with various splashes of paint color on them, none of which were ideal. (In the end I have decided on an off-white. Small rooms seem larger to be when keeping the backdrop light, bright, and simple. What do you think?)
I finally decided to begin at the beginning, made myself an official Get-er-done list yesterday, and found myself more than a little overwhelmed. (This was followed by a full on freak out when I realized I had not added any TO-DO's for the outside of my cottage; the landscape, the fencing, the exterior lead paint removal..yikes!)
While I found a bit more clarity, I now feel compelled to budget out each room on the list, because that will help me to determine exactly where the best place to get moving will be. You might think it's a no-brainer, that I should finish the rooms I already started on, but some of the items on that list are larger tickets. I need to re-tile the tub shower for example. That ain't happenin' right now, because the ugly liner in the tub shower works fine but is hideous, so I am not ready to spend any paycheck money there just yet.
Tonight I am planning on adding the costs involved to my list, as well as adding the exterior plans, then putting the room projects in order after that, and pulling my game plan together.
Overwhelming to me, but incredibly fun at the same time.
After all, you know how much I love a project.
While helping to get ready for last weekend's birthday party, I went into the bathroom and smiled to myself when I saw this basket sitting on the floor.
Memories and emotions ranging from to frustration-on-the-brink-of-tears to doing a happy-dance-around-the-living-room came flooding back into my mind.
Oh, the dreaded potty-training stage. I remember thinking my first born was never going to be out of diapers. We went seven incredibly long and painful days in a row without ever once making a successful trip to the potty. On the eighth day, the sun aligned with the moon and the stars, and my prayers were answered at last. She made a pee-pee in the toilet and was rewarded with an M & M. I am pretty sure I called every single person in my address book to share the accomplishment.
One of life's rights of passage moments.
I want to know where the time went, that I am now finding my children's children at this stage in life. It's going far, far to fast for me.
Still, seeing those books in the basket there make me smile as it reminds me that a picture truly is worth a thousand words.
And can bring back a million memories.
Comfort food, for certain.
(Way back in the day, before we all thought sugar was the devil.)
I'm serious when I say that I can't look at them without remembering sitting up at the kitchen counter (a 60's Formica...) in the swivel wicker counter stools, watching my mom create these little heaven-on-a-square wafer treats for us.
Isn't it funny how something like a song, or a perfume, or even a little dessert, can transport you back to a crystal clear warm-and-fuzzy memory of a time and place long ago?
With left over graham crackers from our indoor s'more party, and an over abundance of butter cream frosting left from last weekend's birthday extravaganza, it was a meant-to-be dessert, taking me back to pretty fond memories.
Easter is just around the corner, you know. I'm still getting my cottage into shape, and we're going to be in the biggest little city for Easter, so I haven't done quite as much Easter decorating as I would have liked to this year. (I am getting ready to repair plaster, paint, and update the moldings in the dining and living room...oh, but just you wait until next year!)
As I said, I wasn't planning on adding any new Easter decor to my arsenal, but then, I was buying groceries at Walmart, and there was this huge baking display for Easter and springtime. Up top there, above the Funfetti cake mixes, was basket full of the most spectacular giant glittered Easter eggs. It stopped me dead in my tracks.
There were only a few eggs up there, but I knew there must be more somewhere else in the store. I grabbed up the colors I liked and headed over to the seasonal area. It took me a couple of times up and down the aisles, but I found them.
Come to Mama.
I bought them in all the pastels (at two bucks an egg, I was able to afford enough to make quite a statement.) I got them home and realized that in a cottage of my size, the multi-colors were a bit too much, and opted to exchange some of the colors for only the green and turquoise ones.
I piled them into my vintage Easter basket (I got it at Goodwill about four years ago)and popped a few more into a serving bowl on the hutch shelf. I stood back to check it out.
(If I didn't know better, I'd think these fabulous eggs came from Crate and Barrel, or Pottery Barn. I love it when that happens!)
If I can get the dining room painted next weekend, I just might need to have my girlfriends from work over for a little lunch or hour of happiness after work to show things off.
Oh yes, now I am more inspired than ever to get that room painted.
As expected, we had a fabulous time at number eight's first birthday party. (Don't you love his birthday crown? My daughter found it on etsy!) The little cousins were running through the house, chasing one another with helium balloons, and we watched an incredibly sweet and touching video that my son-in-law created showing his first year in pictures and videos.
I created a chalkboard look poster, and my daughter added some adorable table decorations....
His cutie-patootie shirt was an etsy find as well...
The birthday boy had revolted against taking his afternoon nap, and so he was pretty chill during the party.
As you can see in my first photo in this post, he was far more interested in the paper straw flags and little candies on the cake than eating the cake or frosting.
We had a decent rain shower in the morning, but by the time the party began, we had sunny skies. The cousins were then able to run around in the front yard for a bit before the party ended.
A good time was had by all!
You remember this sweet little elephant, right? Well, I made Mr. Eight's smash cake for his first birthday party last night, (along with some cuppy-cakes for his guests) and I think it came out pretty cute.
His Mama wanted a simple vintage look so I stuck with the white buttercream (so yummy!) and simple candy stars around the side of the cake.
I'm off to the party, and will share more pictures later!
At least about the visit with the big grands.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy came up with a few fun ideas for the boys and one of them was to make s'mores in the fireplace. This proved to be an especially perfect idea because the day we planned to do it, the winds were ridiculously high here and the power went off.
We built our fire and gathered our ingredients. The boys took turns roasting the marshmallows and then I helped them with the assembly.
Mmmmmmm. So yummy.
I gathered candles so we'd be ready for a night without electricity, and just as we finished roasting the last marshmallow...the power came back on.
At first we all squealed that the power had returned, and then Carter shouted, "Turn the lights back off!"
That made Gramma Cupcake smile.
I have one more post to share about those sweet boys and all we did this week, but I simply had to interrupt myself to share this bit of serendipity that happened to me.
The day before yesterday I dropped the grand-boys off at school a bit before 8:00 and then headed over to my cottage to shower and grab a couple of things.
Well, I meant to head that way.
I made a right when I was supposed to go left. (I am pretty sure that I was born without a directional chromosome, and because of this condition, very nearly always make the wrong choice on turns when trying to find my way.)
As I drove down the road, it didn't occur to me that I was going in the wrong direction because things looked familiar. After about two blocks I realized why. I was a block away from a place I have been going to for over five years now; the Goodwill Bins.
I smiled at this little gift from God when I realized this. I whipped into the parking lot. (You know, you can cruise in to the Goodwill Bins without your morning shower and lip gloss, because...well, it's the Goodwill Bins, for gosh sakes.)
Where was I? Oh yeah. The bins.
I rocketed through the door (They open at 8:00 as opposed to the regular Goodwill stores, which open at 9:00. Coincidence? I think not.) and grabbed a cart. Right off the bat I found a little crock that a balding older-than-me guy missed as he was tossing things here and there in the bin.
His loss, my gain, baby.
I skedaddled out to the sort-of outdoor area and there was this incredible vintage wheel barrow.
Be still my thrifty heart.
(Best eight bucks I have spent in months!)
On my way to the checkout (I abandoned my cart with a Goodwill employee and put my little crock in my new-to-me wheelbarrow)I snagged a galvanized tub, a crate and cute straw hat (No, not to wear- it's from the bins, and it's past is sketchy at best.) to hang somewhere near my potting table in my cottage backyard.
I struggled a bit getting the treasures wedged into the back of my car (My sweet truck was home in the garage) but I manged and I smiled all the way home....using my map program on my iphone.
(At least by four and five year old men.)
We decided to bake sugar cookies yesterday, the grand-boys and I, and I had an idea that I knew would be easy and fun for them. We rolled out our sugar cookie dough, and cut it into random length skinny-ish strips, then cut the long strips at various spots to make a lot of rectangles. We then placed them all on the cookie sheet and popped them into the oven.....(Maybe I am the only one impressed with our handy-work, but don't they kind of resemble oven baked fries, even on the cookie sheet?)
When they cooled after baking, I slid them into those polka-dot french fry holders. They mimicked real fries, all right.
The boys were wildly impressed.
A couple of summers ago, I got ridiculously carried away one day while online shopping, and bought cute little cardboard french fry boxes in several colors. When they arrived a week later, I wondered exactly what I was thinking.(setting the table like it's fast food for my gal-pals? Um...not happening at my house.
So, the cute (if you could find a use for them) little fry boxes ended up tucked into a drawer in my craft room, waiting for the moment of inspiration to hit me.
Each time I opened the drawer, I would see a sliver of bright orange, yellow or turquoise polka-dot paper peeking out and I would be reminded that I need to not let clever marketing sway me into tapping that silly "Add to my cart" button. (I do not even remember what the clever marketing was at this point in time, but I know me, and I know that is how this occurred.)
Fast forward a couple of years, give or take. As I shared a few days ago, I have two of the bigger grand-boys staying with me while their parents are on an anniversary trip. We were working on a handmade bookmark for a contest at the library, and I went into one of my drawers to get the paper punches out, and what did I spy with my little eye, but a sliver of turquoise polka-dot paper peek-a-booing out.
The teeny tiny light bulb in my head flickered and I realized the moment had (finally!) arrived to use the little fast food fry boxes. (Four of them, at any rate.)
Yesterday we picked up some potatoes at the grocery and I set about to make a fabulous boy-friendly meal. I whipped the place settings together very spur of the moment, and looking back, now see a multitude of other possibilities that would have been even cuter. (Things like cute name labels on the fry boxes...)
I used my roll of freezer paper with crayon names written on them for placemats, and paper plates. When the little men (and my Rock n' Roll Buddy) came to the table, it was hard to tell who was the most impressed.
I laughed out loud as I listened to them ooh and aah over the french fry containers, and the littlest man, who was even more impressed to see his name on the placemat.
I took a class on canning one time with one of my daughters, but still have not found the time to actually do it. (Hopefully someday I will find make the time!)
The other day when I shared the bunnycakes, I completely forgot to share about the sweet little fruit cups on the table. Not that I meant to share about the fruit, but the adorable petite cups...holders...er....jars holding the fruit.
(They are sweet, aren't they?)
I saw them somewhere on line, right after Christmas, on someone's blog....oh, I wish I could remember where exactly, to give credit, but I do not recall. You see, I got an Amazon gift card for Christmas, and I wanted to get myself something totally frivolous with it, and about that time I learned of these adorable jars.
I jumped on Ebates, and then to Amazon, and there they were!
Lots of sizes, with clip on lids no less. My entertaining heart went straight over the moon. I debated, and pondered it for a few minutes, and then ordered these two sizes. When they arrived, it was love at first sight.
They're new of course, and yet they have a classic vintage look to them. I imagine little layered fruit and cake desserts in the larger ones for picnics at car shows this summer, peeking out of my picnic basket, with coordinating picnic quilt, and can see myself serving jam (or homemade lemon curd to go with scones!) in the little ones at cozy springtime breakfasts with friends around my dining table. (Que in the theme from the Gilmore Girls, 'coz I'm feelin' like I'm in Stars Hollow, or better still, Traceyville.)
Oh, the infinite possibilities involving these delightful containers boggle my mind.
Rest assured, you'll be seeing these little babies in many more of my upcoming posts.
I've spending time at my cottage with a couple of the bigger grandsons this week while their parents are out of town. We started off our Saturday with bunnycakes.
I saw them on Pinterest, and I figured it would be easy.
I was wrong.
It took me several attempts before getting any pancakes to be remotely ear or foot shaped. (The first two griddles full tasted fine, but they were pretty odd looking, so I took the rejects for my plate.)
Little whipped cream tails, and sliced bananas for the pads of their feeties.(Syrup and butter added later, with sausage links and hot cocoa on the side.)
Okay, I am not a huge Dr. Phil fan, but I do agree with him on that statement. There is something about putting things out there that helps you to make them a reality.
That thought was what prompted me to make myself a teeny tiny food diary to record my daily food and water intake. Of course, I couldn't just make a running list in a WORD doc, or scribble it out on post it notes. I need things to be inspirational, to be pretty.
So I foofied up my little food diary with some motivational quotes I found on Pinterest.
Will it help me to eat better? Well, let's face it, that is gonna take stepping away from the fridge, and a whole lotta Jesus, but the cute notebook reminds me to keep my eye on the prize.
We've talked about doing this for I don't know how many years, and this is gonna be the year we finally do it. We'll be making it a whirlwind trip, with her flying up on a Friday,and us hitting the road right away.
I'm envisioning a lot of talking, and laughing, and maybe even a stop at a Dairy Queen. We will be sure to stop in at Chaps (I've been dying to go there someday, and I know The Other Tracey will love it too.)
Oh, there is so much planning to do, and so very much to look forward to! I can hardly stand it.