Less is more.

While making my bed (at 1 pm) I came up with some motivational thinking, that I wanted to remember…

* Less is more. It’s a famous quote. But in a de-cluttering kind of way it’s brilliant. Less stuff, less house work. Less house work, more time for other things. Not to say I waste my day away on house work. I do what I need to do, but at almost all times I have a messy room. As in NEEDS to be tended to room.

* Take the full bath for instance. It’s been repainted, to be simple. Black. White. Grey. Red is my pop of color. We do NOT need all that crap. I donated a TON of overstock products to Joplin families. And tossed what was crap (seriously when your perfumed lotions separate, it’s WAY over due!)

* If creating is your passion. You want to paint, draw, sketch, scrapbook, sew, paper Mache’… then you NEED to make the house work MUCH easier. Hence ‘Less. Is. More’

* Actually follow through with having the kids pick up after them selves. At the age of 5 and 3 they can both do some sort of picking up. Not always you. NOW to work on Spaghetti cleaning up after himself (I was pretty lenient on him since in the baseball season he works 3 jobs… well for the next 2 weeks he does)

* My newer rule is ‘Does it belong"?” As in I wear my sunglasses on top of my head, if I make it up stairs with them on my head they DO NOT get set down on the desk. The rule applies here because there is NO sunshine in the loft, so there is NO reason for sunglasses. I tell myself this with empty cups in any room but the kitchen, since THAT is the room you get the beverage from.

* In a way I’ve been flying at this for going on 3 years now. De-cluttering is SUCH a process, and when you’re a professional procrastinator like myself, then being a Flybaby is a LONG time commitment. See Flybaby Baby steps.

Now that my brain full of motivating ideas is dumped out to blogger land, I can go back to making my bed, and folding more clothes, or I will find some blog, or website I must check…

Feisty

Day dreams

 

Sunshine, a 82 degree pool, and a raft. It’s the first time this summer that I actually took the afternoon off and went to the pool.

With NO children.

Spaghetti was in the house, kids were napping, instead of cleaning house I took an hour and 15 minute break, ALL for me.

I enjoyed sunning, and just day dreaming about the art, I day dream about the store I want to own with my mom.

I have the name picked out, and we will sell handmade things. Like fun jewelry (my bestie Aerial loves to create, and she can have a line of awesome button rings) and fun hair pieces.

My ugly dolls, and sew things from my mom. Paintings that I’ve done, and art supplies, some scrapbooking supplies, adhesives, and that’s just a few minutes of day dreams.

The second floor of the place will be the studio. Where there are no less then 10 big tables and comfy rolling chairs. Where everyone can create.

I think we will have classes, or open time for creating, maybe a kids class, and a painting class. AND since it’s upstairs I want a dumb waiter of sorts, to bring up all the supplies people bring with.

Out back there will be a garden (tended by my mom and I) and we will have tables for ladies to chat at. Coffee, and tea, maybe some cookies. I’m daydreaming of a balcony above for my own personal space outside.

Do you think it’s possible? In this economy? I believe it could be. And I would sell our stuff, and so many of my great friends make things and then we could sell their things too, like a etsy store in real life!

Day dreaming was wonderful. Hope to do it again soon.

Queen of Feisty

I have found my True Religion

Each week or so, depending on my mood, I tear out a motivating picture from a magazine of what I want to look like. I know I can’t grow taller, but once upon a time I had THOSE abs. Sigh… and I actually once wore a shirt like that, with my jeans. With long blonde hair. And it was about 12 years ago.

I’ve been a rambly mess about wanting to diet, exercise blah blah blah. BUT Spaghetti has been working out… a lot. Sick? Works out. Working a double shift? Works out. Tired? Works out. 6 days in Arizona? Works out. And um… he’s not only losing weight after 7 weeks of P90X he’s getting toned. As in woah, your hot toned. His chest, stomach and arms are really getting nice… so maybe I try a bit harder?

On that note I bought new dry erase markers. Sounds pretty off the subject, but it’s little things that motivate us, and the dry erase chart we each have is pretty fun to make the X in that day. I have too many dashes through my days, while Spaghetti has all X’s, except his one day off each week.

I’ve got excuses out the wazoo, and right now instead of exercising I’m blogging about exercising!! So on the note of the dry erase markers, with my new ones, I redid my chart. Making a whole new pretty chart for me, because nothings less motivating then weeks of dashes and one X here and there.

Starting with Sunday… oh shit… today is Sunday huh? As in I should start out with an X for the first day? Give it a try? I fit 21 weeks on the chart kinda crazy it goes till the end of July…

IthinkIcan IthinkIcan IthinkIcan…

FeIsTy

How to Comment. FB or Blogger style.

Dear Blogsphere family. I'm sorry. I've missed you. It's been too long since my last post and I am ashamed to say when my last comment was. Thanks to Dual Mom for still reading and commenting (thanks to the lurkers too, it's still creapy people. Comment so I have believe that your still here. Kinda like roll call?)

Anyway my excuses for not blogging are...

and...

so with some liquad happy...

I write you this...

Let's talk about my other internet site I love porn. Facebook. It's great. Wonderful. Fantastic. It's brought me to tears over the people I have reconnected with on it. Love it.

Most people say I am one of the most amusing FBer's they read, and I often make their days with my witty comments. I don't so much see witty, I just see smartassness on my daily rants about being trapped a SAHM with a 4 and 2 year old. It's bound to be funny, cute or gross.

But I have a complaint. Maybe I have been trained by blogger to well, or maybe I've just got way more to say then everyone else. My issue is not when people put their "what's on your mind" status, that's fine put what you want.

It's the comments.

Like when you see someone with Birthday wishes... I almost don't want to say "Happy Birthday" with everyone else knowing my email will get loaded with everyone they know saying "Happy Birthday!!" I also don't like when people point out the obvious.

Like if you say you fell down the stairs. And you have responses like... "Ouch" or "That hurt huh?" or my favorite when they have nothing to say "LOL" save your fingers and keep it to yourself.

Don't get me wrong I like to leave comments but I try to make them worthwhile to both me and the readers. Maybe it's just me. But same goes for blogger. When people leave comments just to leave comments, it's stupid. It doesn't count in my book. It needs to be personal. Kinda like your trying?

So with me and Blogger, I won't comment unless I've got something to say, and I won't read blogs unless I have the time to really comment. That's why we blog. Or at least I like to blog to get comments. It's like reasurance that someone out there still reads you. Or your not just being stalked by readers. (creepy I tell you)

Alright I am off my rambly post on FB commenting, but to end this and leave you with something of worth, be sure to check out the book

"If you give a mom a martini..." is a great little book with 100 ways to find 10 blissful minutes for yourself, lots of great ideas, and many of them I do. One of my favorite ideas to do is "Get your pregame on" and I do just that, I get up before the kids. Around my house I can, my babies are wonderful and sleep till 8 or 9 so I get up at 7, get my coffee, and read my email. Sometimes I have my iPod in, and breakfast done before the kids. So I am up and ready to go.

I also like that it's not a story, each page is a new idea, since I don't have many freebee minutes to myself it works. Alright I need to end this post and go blog surfing. Comment my ass off and tell my bloggy friends I still love them. Until then, LEAVE ME COMMENTS YOU WANKERS!!

Life Motto

Over at Mama Kat's she's got her promts up for the Writer's Workshop. Here's mine!



What is one of your life mottoes?

"Don't take life to seriously. No one get's out alive anyway."

My motto is that. To NOT be serious, to NOT be all grown up and stuffy, to NOT act my age.

I am a 31 year old who laughs, ALOT. I cry when I need to, I don't hold back hugs, I have lost WAY to many loved ones to tell them I love them another day.

I play with my children, and I clean house later. I lay in the grass and watch the clouds go by. I plant gardens and enjoy the little things in life.

I take naps. I dane to music when ever I can, I read SARK (and so should you) I love to grab a Shel Silverstein book (try Runny Babbit) for a smile.

I have an art room. It's purple and lime green. I often sit in there with my two cats (they have been banished there) and a cup of coffee. Just enjoying.

I talk to my dogs. Alot. Even before I was a SAHM looking for a mere conversation. I love to take the time with my animals.

I need to be inspired to do things. I read ALOT of fun magazines.

I take LOTS of pictures. Of everything. Everyday. Flowers, snails, you name it. Then I scrapbook it.

I scrapbook with LOTS of journaling. I want my story told. At least for my kids to have.

I think age is just a number. Who cares if I'm 31 or 21? The only thing I miss is my 21 year old body. That would be nice again. But we will save that for the big 2010 list of to do's.

I think kids are amazing. I like to watch them with out them knowing. I try to remember being a kid. my imagination running at full speed. Drawing, playing, inventing. I remember eating, playing, and sleeping as a kid. I want my kids to do the same.

I guess my motto is to life my life to the fullest, not to take shit off anyone, to just enjoy the moment I'm in, make the best of the situation, no matter how shitty it is. I TRY to be a optomistic person, it's hard with little or no money, but such is life.

So enjoy. Laugh. Create. Cry. Dance. And just be.

A staycation of nuts and berries and all around a good time

This summer has been all about staycations for this little family of 4. Money is tight, blah blah blah, I know we are all broke.

Spaghetti and I have now started the Mc family adventures of going on evening bike rides to find different parks or just revisit the ones we like alot.

Spaghetti and are are trying to get out, exercise more, and so why not exhauste ourselves and the kids by taking a long bike ride. Now we do visit parks for a break. The main need for a park break is when a 3 year old and a 16 1/2 month old are trapped in one of those tiny two seater thingies that ride behind daddies bike (yes daddy's bike. Mommy proudly strapped it to her bike the day our nice neighbors gave it to us, and almost died riding to the bank (1.4 miles away) since it was uphill going there, AND I didn't realize that the carrier itself weighs in at about 40 lbs. Add the 20 lb baby and the 28 lb tot. Holy shit. Again why I quickly strapped it to Daddy's bike)

This has now required me to ride side saddle on my bike to either yell at Bagel or Weaky. It's pleasent. I mean who doesn't love a beautiful family of 4 ridding down the lane, all while the mommy is yelling...

"Bagel stop pushing!" "Weaky no pinching" "Bagel don't hit your brother!" "Weaky no bitting, well I did tell your sister not to touch you"

So yes a park break has become more of a necessary stop to sepreate the monkey children.

So this adventure leads us to the Hunt West park. A sister subdivision built right across the way.

We like to play on all the fun toys (parks have the weirdest inventions of things to ride on)

This first fun toy we found at the park. I like to call, simply... Barf. Not much else to it. You hold on, spin and probably barf. I laugh at the picture, because I either look the same height as when I was in grade school or that my legs have been removed from the knees down. (I did not barf though)

Spaghetti has been really into getting his picture taken. NOW if you know Spaghetti, you must know that he HATED getting his picture taken. REFUSED to smile, and now after 10 years together, I have NO idea what I did or said. But I will take it. He smiles, and for the most part will humor my momarazzi photo stalking ways.

Spaghetti wanted to try something different since he is 6 foot over my 5 foot. And so he said. "I want to throw my feet up to the bar and spin, you take my picture. K?" "oh and I hope I don't rack my nuts."

Yes folks like the genius he is, Spaghetti did not think that jumping up, spreading his legs to straddle the HUGE yellow pole would result in racking his nuts. (before I tell you more, the kids are safe in the baby swings about 5 feet away laughing and pointing at daddy. And yes we are the only ones at the park)

In fact he did rack his nuts.

I fell to the ground in a fit of laughter. I clutched my crotch to hope not to completely wet myself. (I did) I was covered in playground mulch and urine, tears of laughter streamed down my face. Spaghetti to was laughing, since he already thought he would rack his nuts he was able to let go fast enough so there wasn't to much damage.

So for the photo opt. I picked myself up, dusted the mulch from my hoodie, attempted to adjust my urine soaked Capri sweats (oh it was SO worth it though) and then Spaghetti attempted to put both legs to one side.

Nice shot.

They also had this cool rock wall that you could go into. Or climb. Or even use the funny 1/2 ladder to play with. Either way everyone played on this. Happy Bagel below...

Daddy enjoyed being king of the mountain...

Along with Weaky Man who also enjoyed his time on the rock wall...

Bagel loves the slides, funny it take her the WHOLE park visit to get up the guts to go down but once she starts she is on EVERY slide, covered, twisty, you name it.
She even raced Daddy a few times!

Afterwards we all returned home to sit on the counters and eat some blueberries!!

(How do you not just LOVE this picture of my little man?!? OMG! To cute! And yes, for a TMI FYI he did eat to many and pooped out a blue berry pie the next morning!)

Hope you enjoyed your summer of vacations, or staycations, or just relocation's!

Skinny babble

Yep. January 2005. 4 years, and 5 months ago. I was about 112 lbs, and then I was 5 lbs more then I wanted to be. (Oh and that is Sophie (Dong) when she was just 5 months old! Aww)

Sigh.

I want to be that tiny again. That energetic again. Able to just grab clothes and go. And the only issue I should have with my clothes is that I just can't make up my mind on an outfit, not because I am to fat for it.

I want to post my reasons for eating healthy. Maybe seeing all the reasons will help me.

1. My knees. I swear, at only 30 1/2 years old, these extra 25 lbs are rough on my knees.
2. My clothes. I have some cute clothes. And I can't wear them because I REFUSE to have a tire, or a bagel, of any kind showing when I go out in public (the back yard is a whole different story. Then neighbors get the best!)
3. My self esteem. Not that I ever really had low self esteem. I'm not all into myself, but I do pride myself on looking pretty good. And when your the short fat white chick. AND with the mom hair. Well that is enough to knock me down a few pegs on the "esteem ladder"
4. My ability to hike. We have been walking and hiking ALOT lately. And going to Starved Rock State Park, is one of my favorite places to go. And the stairs were tough for me. (I must point out there are over 100 stairs on the one staircase) Plus I was either toting a 26 lb 3 year old. Or the 17 lb 1 year old. At one point, I made Spaghetti carry them both!
5. The kids. Who doesn't want to keep up with their kids? Honestly who can? I mean the energy of a 3 year old is insane! But I would love to be able to hike, and bike, and just do all kinds of things and not be pooped.

I think if we do this now. If we start eating good. Walking ALOT, biking too. And we just really try. This will last us our whole life, and not only effect us as parents of toddlers, but as parents of teens, and as grandparents too.

I want to be able to do everything I can with my family. And I know it's just 25 lbs. But to me that is ALOT. My babies are here, and it has been over a year now. I just need to remember that me in the picture above. And strive to be a healthier me.

So we started yesterday. Good foods, like oatmeal, eggs, chicken and yogurt. Coffee and water are my beverages. Today was eggs, coffee, toast, and then cottage cheese and applesauce for lunch. We went to the park with the kids. Spaghetti ran the track, and I played with the kids.

I do think with my Gaiam work out routine (I can do it, I am comfortable doing it, and I feel the results the next day) and eating healthy, I will be in good shape. Not sure when. I will just do my best for as long as I can.

And if I do fall of the wagon, which I am sure a pizza dinner, or a ice cream break will come along. I won't fight it. But I will need to be strong and go back to my healthy ways.

I hope this whole soapbox babble is going to help. I hope the eating good, cleaning the house more often, and taking care of myself will stick.

I enjoy a clean house, a more organized life, a healthy energetic me, and a happy me. So here is to the first day of many!

A really good idea.

So I have a good idea.

A really good idea.

Like I am going to get a patented for it good idea.

Can't tell you. Top secret.

BUT

I can tell you, my amazing and ever so supportive husband thinks it's a great idea. And we are going to look into it.

I fell in love with that guy all over again tonight, when we sat in the art room and discussed my genius idea. He thought about it, and we talked it out. He never shot it down once. Damn I am lucky.

Along with that genius idea, I have been pushing my mom, the Queen, to seriously think about our store we are going to open. We have been thinking about a crafty/candle/artsy/home decor/sewing projects/scrapbooking store, I would LOVE to have a house to do it in. Or maybe the downtown to her town has a good market for that kind of store... it won't happen over night, and we need to think, create, and work out ALL the details so in a few years this can go into plan.

I've got ideas people. Good ones.

And this just ain't a good coffee buzz goin'...

Rock out, no more

If you are a fan of my music, the ever so lovely P!nk, Britney, and whomever else was on my player. I am sorry for your loss. But because of kind words, and gentle nudges like these. I thought it would be best to remove it.

Not everyone enjoys my music, and yes my blog is my own space, I do want my few friends I have made to visit me, when they can, in between kids, dinner, and housework.

It would be like if you walked in my front door for a visit and P!nk and Britney was blaring on the radio in every room. A bit much.

I have been thinking about removing it. I have my speakers off 99% of the time, and the few times I do have them on, the music scares the shit out of me.

Hope you like the new and improved "Spaghetti and Bagels"