Friday, July 25, 2008
I saw this on someone else's blog, and it made me bawl. It's really very cool.
Bandwagon
Here are the directions if you want to play.
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
She plays for both teams!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
(I've been watching a lot of F.R.I.E.N.D.S lately, so you might want to ignore my random quotes)
Anyways, somehow, in the past week, I have been signed up to play two sports! Anyone that knows me knows that I am not the most athletic person in the world. Granted, I try and run several times a week, and I played soccer for a few years when I was younger- but thats the extent of my athletic abilities. However, that does not stop Bevan. Last week he came home and told me that we were going to the soccer fields to meet up with a bunch of our friends to play an impromptu game. Much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed it, even though it almost killed me. Then tonight he came home and asked if I wanted to join a softball league with a couple of our other friends, and I thought: why not? I've become a fatty lately, so this is a good way to get in shape and spend time with the hubby. So for the next five weeks before school starts, we will be busy with soccer on Thursday nights, and softball on Friday nights. F.Y.I- if you see my face in the obituary in the coming weeks, you now know why.
♥
Acceptance
Today I received my acceptance letter to the HCA program! Even though this is my last year, HCA doesn't make you go through all the b.s other programs do. You only have to apply to the program once you get to the point of taking 400 level classes, which I am! I am so so so so excited that there IS an end in sight. Yes, it sucks that it took me this long to get through school- sometimes I still have a really hard time with it. The best advice I could ever give someone is KNOW what you want to be before you start school. Research it out, have a general idea. People who think that they will go to college with the hopes of figuring it out during school will end up being like me- and taking SIX YEARS of their life to get a bachelor's. But on the bright side: at least I'll have my degree and start to earn real money.
In other news, I recently finished working on a Thanksgiving scrapbook/recipe book which turned out awesome! My MIL and I also came up with an idea about how to sell them because I have had a lot of interest in buying one, so once I get all the kinks worked out, I'll post it on here.
There is also other news regarding Bevan, but I'm going to wait to spill the beans on that one so I don't jinx it. My poor baby's had a lot of bad luck recently, so hopefully things will start looking up!
Night's like these
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Bevan has been working a lot of swing shifts in the E.R the past few months, and tonight is no exception (working 3pm-3am). It's nights like these that make me miss him so much. Even though I saw him approximately 7 hours ago-- I feel like it's been days. I called his phone, just so I could hear his voice. I knew he wouldn't answer since he's obviously busy doing other things (like treating 14 year old boys with cut off fingers, and pregnant teenage girls who treat the E.R like their own personal gynecologist..true story!) But I was hoping against hope that he would answer, and deal with his pathetic wife!
It's also nights like these that make me realize how much I take his presence for granted. It's comforting to have him sitting in the next room painting, or to have him in the living room screaming obscenities at the t.v as he plays x-box live! It's the small, every day things that I take for granted.
It's also nights like these that make me realize one horrific fact: I might not be a good mom. When I am home alone with the dogs ( more specifically, it's one dog in particular), they(he) drive me insane! They're constantly in my face, or around my feet, tracking my every move. It made me realize that if I can't handle a tiny, needy little dog...how would I ever handle a small child!?
Well- the moral of the story is...I miss my husband.
I love ya babe, and can't wait until 3 A.M when you're back home.
♥
JLB
Etsy.com
Friday, July 11, 2008
I'm giving it a try.
Etsy is a website where people can go & try and sell their hand made stuff. It only cost me about $1.00 to post 6 items, so I figured, why not?
Here is some stuff I put on there:
Baby Announcments ( set of 5): $10.50
"Thinking of you" card. $4.00
I feel a little...apprehensive about putting my stuff out there because there are soooooooooooo many talented scrappers out there...much more talented than I. But I figured I'll never get better, or go anywhere if I don't start trying. I'll try and post my own little website on Etsy once I found out what it is so you can visit my "shop."
♥
jlb
Geez....I'm late
Sunday, July 6, 2008
So this is the post I wanted to write about Father's day.
Almost a month ago.
Anyways, I made some cards for all the of great men in Bevan and I's life. I made one for my dad, who is the most giving, and caring father I know. Then I made one for Bevan's dad, step-dad, and grandfather.
Then I also made something special for my dad. I am a huge daddy's girl...always have been. So I wanted to make something that I knew meant a lot to me, and would to him too.
It started off with a cheap frame I got at the DI for a $1.00
BEFORE:
And honestly, the picture doesn't do it justice. It was horribly ugly.
AFTER:
My daddy- the first man I ever loved.
♥
The Nosy Neighbor
Doomsday is the nosiest dog I have ever met. He has to know what is going on outside at all times. Since he is such a little guy, and not very tall- he couldn't see out the window...that was until Bevan put his backpack in front of the window. Now doomsday will take a running start and climb to the very top of the backpack, and stare out the window to his heart's content. Mind you, he barks at shadows, birds, dogs, cars, people, grasshoppers, stray trash blowing in the wind, etc. I'm about to move that damn backpack.
