This is true fact.. I hate when people say they only want three layers.. they know not what they speak of.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Our weekend started celebrating Grace's birthday. It was a small group of aunts and grandmas. She had the dinner of her choice.... Shrimp Pasta, then raspberry pie for dessert. Once she opened her gifts the girls retreated to their rooms to play while the grown ups did some playing of their own.
We played Cards Against Humanity. I've written about it before, it's a very grown up, very inappropriate card game. It's not a game you could play with JUST ANYBODY. Even for the not so easily offended there are a few cards even I've removed from the deck.
Natalie bought a confetti blaster for when we sang her happy birthday. It was anti climatic when she turned it the wrong way so we all watched and waited as she tried for to figure out how to make the confetti blast.
The rest of our weekend was not exciting. Grace had a girl scout thing on Saturday, and I had several hair cuts. We did rent two movies Saturday night.. we watched The Impossible, and Silver Lining. The Impossible was really good I think, it was really sad and made all of us cry. If you haven't heard of it, it's a true story of one families experience in the 2004 tsunami in Thiland. It was a really emotional movie. It broke my heart thinking back when that tragedy happened and how it didn't effect me so much. It's so easy when your so far removed from something to dismiss it a bit. Sure at the time everybody thought "gee.. that's awful" but for most people it probably ended there. Watching this families story brought me to tears at the fear they must have felt. As a mother having something take place that ripped your children from your arms all while trying to survive yourself having to think about if your children had survived, if they were scared, hurt, alone. Ty even got teary watching the complete night mare this family went threw. It also made us think of something we had never thought of before... Presley being alone. He looked at her and said "Presley is something ever happened to us, and you got separated from mommy and daddy... what's the first thing you need to tell somebody trying to help?" she said "my name is Presley?" he shook his head, "no, you need to tell them your diabetic.. you have to tell them that first... they would need to know that." It brought tears down my face. An emotional movie, but a good one. That tsunami was a true tragedy and it effected me to do more than just say "Gee that's awful" next time there is a natural disaster like that. Besides the emotional side of the movie, the side effects were great, made you feel like you were watching or experiencing what thousands of people experienced.. and killed so many.
Then we watched Silver Lining.. EH I didn't love this one. I found it a bit slow, I yawned a lot, I thought there was a lot of yelling... but annoying yelling. So I don't have a lot to say about it, I thought it was boring.. and annoying. How's that for a review?
I went to church today.. it was nice. I haven't been in several weeks and I missed it. I thought on the way there I was going to have to pull over to pass out. I think I'm having a bit of a negative reaction to my tetanus shot I got on Friday. My arm is swollen, it's hot, and this morning on the way to church I felt jittery on the inside. It was a little scary. I'm feeling a bit better now, thank goodness.. I have a big week this week....
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY WEEK!!!!
Friday, May 17, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
I can't believe tomorrow my first born will be turning 9!! NINE! That means that in 9 more short years she will be 18. These past 9 years have gone so quickly, it feels like yesterday that those big brown eyes opened for me for the first time. I remember the fear of her birth, and the uncertainty of what was to come when she made her big entrance.
At the time I didn't know what I was in for, such an amazing little girl. She was a difficult toddler so opinionated and strong willed. I shed many a tear because I didn't know how to handle such a girl. But as she grew she became more amazing to me. To this day I don't think I understand her. She is a BEAUTIFUL mind. I look at her in "Aw" and KNOW that one day she WILL be "somebody". It doesn't matter what she does, because whatever she does she will be GREAT at it. She is wise beyond her years and dare I say already smarter than me.
She's creative, funny, kind, and a bit awkward, but she is Amazing! She loves to read, learn, draw and create. You can see that her mind is always going, she's a thinker. I'm so very blessed to be her mother and know that the amazing person that she IS and will be has little to do with me. She was just born that way. She was just born this beautiful girl, this crazy, creative, beautiful self.... of just being who she is.
This is the first time she opened her eyes, and it was for me. I spoke to her and her little eyes opened for the first time. An amazingly emotional moment.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMAZING GRACE!!!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
I was dilly dallying online and found myself looking at a "bad tattoo" list, these were some doosies I wanted to share with you all.
I recently got my newest tattoo and LOVE it, though there is ONE slight error in the drawing I noticed yesterday I still love it and am SO pleased. Even with the slight imperfection it will never compare to these.... Shall we.
I will say, the work is good I suppose, nice detail. But why do this? I suppose if somebody you didn't want to talk to walked up you could pose as such and then the said person would get uncomfortable and would go away.
But then again, who am I to say it's dumb, maybe the guy just thinks he's funny, maybe he lost somebody close to him and they use to pillow fight together?
Not only do I hate the idea of this tattoo and think....why. But I hate that the ribbon is the way it is. It bugs me.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Friday night I headed to Avalon Tattoo 2 down in San Diego for my Russian nesting doll tattoos.
I was really REALLY scared of this particular tattoo because of the placement we decided on. I never thought that I would put a tattoo on my underarm for two reasons. 1. I hate my arms, they are fat and giggly and 2. OUCH. I was always to scared.
Well I decided to do it anyways... I thought 1. If you cant tone it.. tattoo it. and 2. how bad could it be. Well let me tell you.. F#$% BAD! The outline of the tattoo wasn't that bad really, not nearly as bad as I was expecting. SO much to my surprise and utter sadness the color was excruciating. I think my sister and friend had permanent nail marks in their hands from me digging my nails into their hands so hard. Now im just nursing my swollen, sore arm crossing my fingers I don't get an infection.
The dolls represent my girls, Grace is in front with her bandaged heart (she was born with a heart problem) and paint brushes.. she's my artist. Then Presley is behind with a drop of blood from the heart because she's diabetic. She' VERY musical so she has music notes around her girl. He did amazing work, I just love the colors he picked. After we took a mini break and he started getting ready for color he just sort of picked colors without talking to me. HAHA luckily I trust him completely and he has good taste. I was quite pleased with the colors he picked.
My arm is SO swollen, it's finally starting to look a tiny bit better. I have always hated my arms. I've never had nice, thin dainty arms. Call it a family curse. BUT after seeing how swollen my one arm got, I don't feel so bad about my regular arm. I'm going to be so happy in 2 weeks when i'm all healed, and I hopefully don't get an infection.
My old fat arm but NOW.. my not so bad arm
But with mothers day being behind me, I spent the day cleaning the girls rooms. Moving furniture, vacuuming, dusting, doing laundry, sweeping and mopping .. you know EVERYTHING that didn't get done yesterday. Mothers day is a funny thing. I feel like Mothers day just equals a lazy day for everybody. Nobody did anything extra, cleaned the house top to bottom so I didn't have to do it later, nobody caught up on laundry. So needless to say with my day off yesterday and playing catch up PLUS some, I'm going to be ecstatic to put my feet up on the couch and watch the boob tube.
Enjoy the picture from yesterday!
Grace, my first born, she made me a mother first. She taught me what it was to truly love somebody more than myself. She showed me that I wasn't as selfish as I thought, and that life has a much bigger meaning. She is crazy creative beyond words. She amazing me with her creative mind. Keep an eye out on this one, she WILL be somebody someday. I have no doubt about that.
My Presley, she melts my heart like no other. Talking about her can bring tears to my eyes, she is the sweetest most loveable, caring and sensitive little girl I know. She will grow to be a mother, she wont need to do anything grand in her life. She will make a difference in this world by raising amazing children of her own. Her compassion for others is heartwarming.
My buddy JEN!!!
The girls spoiled me with wonderful cards and gifts. Presley painted me a lovely picture and Grace made me an apron.
Me in my new apron
This is true