no joke

Are you kidding me?

After dropping my phone not once but twice in the TOILET, (and not before flushing if you know what I mean), I was absolutely certain that it was busted for good. 2 times was just 2 much to survive.

Try and put out of your mind what I just admitted I had to do to give the phone a fighting chance.

But it appeared that the phone didn’t make it. First clue was that my google searches led me to believe that no phone in the history of the world has survived a dunk in the porcelain throne (let alone deux). Then there was the fact that my phone wouldn’t charge. I should have taken notice though of the fact that everything else worked as long as it was

sooooo

The internet went down as I typing this post and all that was saved was through mid-sentence above.

Long story forced to be short, my phone is fine. My killer toothache and the fact that my driver’s license expires this Saturday, not so much.

yay.

 

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The Guilt Trip

I’m not sure how to start a post which features cards I’ve made.

“Hey, Look at these delightful specimens!”

“Prepare to be delighted by these stupendous creations!”

“This is what I do in my free time!”

“Free time being anytime I want to avoid housework!”

Apparently all versions necessitate the use of an exclamation point!

How to explain this creative endeavor which I find so enjoyable? I really don’t know other than the fact that I firmly believe everyone needs one-a creative endeavor. Also something they find enjoyable.

How do I explain the money I spend, the hours I devote, and the fact that I rarely send any of the cards I make. And why do feel the need to explain?

Because I feel guilty. I feel guilty about anything I do that involves what I judge to be wasting time or unproductive or just something I want to do. Other things that make me feel guilty are online shopping, not reading the scriptures often enough, the bathrooms not being cleaned often enough, facebook, (legitimate guilt there?), the carpet with traffic stains, making cards, (of course!), and BLOGGING!

And so much more.

What is it with the guilt tripping? It’s a constant voice in the back of my mind telling me that I’m stupid and lazy, and that I should fill my hours with, well basically, anything but what I’m doing. Even when I am doing something which would considered the RIGHT thing I feel as though I’m not doing it RIGHT ENOUGH.

A story as old as me.

After talking that through a bit I am ready to show off my stupendous and delightful and guilty inducing, CREATIONS. Okay, they’re just cards.

Who woulda thunk that I’d be so into the colors Red and Pink together? I love each color individually, but I viscerally hated the combo in the past. I’m a changed woman! (Only as to the red/pink thing.)

I guarantee that I will continue to loathe PASTEL shades of color forever. I saw a pastel colored dress on pinterest recently and almost threw up. True story.

NOW to the reveal:

Be Mine

Be Mine

Happy Valentine's Day

Kisses

Yes, I know, my captions are truly inspired.

I don’t have a favorite in this bunch although if I were forced to choose it would probably be “Kisses”. (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been forced to make that decision.)

Time to do something, anything, that is not a waste of time.

BAHHHHH. not really.

one year older

Monday was Wes’ birthday. 11 years old!! Can you believe it? My my my, I am certainly getting old. To think that I thought I was old when he was born. Now I imagine his HS graduation and hope there won’t be too many stairs.

Birthday Dinner was at Macaroni Grill per Wes’ request. After being seated in a dark, freezing corner, (even though the restaurant was basically deserted, what the?), Wes, Jake, Dad, Tanner, Jessie, and Moi took our decisionally challenged time choosing our entrees.

So, I went a little crazy with the camera+ app on my phone. Sue me.

Jessie and TanTan

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Wes’ presents didn’t arrive until the 24th, which is a bummer, yes,  but he hand picked each gift. Nothing was a surprise anyway. I think he loved the wrapping paper the most, which makes him sound somewhat like a puppy.

Pile o’ presents

Caleb, Wes, Cody. Weirdos. 🙂

Probably my fave picture. Ever.

Our little Gameboy.

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I am in the need of posting things besides pictures. Maybe some real thoughts. The question is, will anyone want to read?