Photo bucket

No, not photobucket, but a Photo Bucket. I saw this posting somewhere in blogland where the discussion was about how to organize your photos. One suggestion was to just dump them in a bowl and set them out on the coffee table. Since I totally suck at putting pictures into scrapbooks and albums... or even getting them off of the sd card... I thought this might work for us. Grace Violet's Ribbon Bucket gave me the inspiration to put together a bucket for the girls. I took out some of my favorite snapshots and decorated the $0.99 metal bucket that I picked up from Michaels with dimensional scrapbook travel stickers. They love flipping through the pictures without having to worry about fingerprints and smudges. Thanks for the tutorial Kristen! Adorable as always!

Spring Cleaning and "Tha Sistas"

We're barely into "Winter" and I've already started my Spring cleaning... and no, that's not me... my hair isn't highlighted, and my "sistas" (a.k.a. boobs) aren't that small. But I've been cleaning none-the-less. I hope it makes my blog load a bit faster (I promise to keep the music on my ipod and off the blog).

Speaking of "Tha Sistas"...

Convo with Jillian (age 4 and 3/4) from last night after I was out of the shower, but not quite dressed.

knock knock knock... Mommy, Can I use your potty?

Why are you knocking, you've never bothered before?

I really need to go to the baffroom and Daddy wont get out.

Why don't you go to the two other "baffrooms"

Because I just want to be around you.

Oh, well, alright. Hurry and go before you pee on yourself. Jillian... young ladies don't need to actually hold themselves when they are trying to not pee pee.

Silence while focusing on the potty... Then...

Mommy, how do you get those?

Those what?

Those things... she says while lifting her shirt and trying to look at her own chest

Well, first, those things are called breasts and they grow when you get older.

Oh, like when your 7?

No baby, hopefully not until your like 40.

Are you 40.

Do you think I look 40?

No... Maybe your like sixteen hundred!

I am NOT 1600.

How old are you?

I'm 25. (yes, I lied to my child)

So they get bigger when you get older? (jeesh! there's no distracting this one...)

Yes. (Keep it simple Mommy and maybe she'll drop it...)

Wow.... then you must be really old.

Thanks Dot. Out while I get dressed.

Abby!!!! (she yells while stomping down the stairs) Mommy's REEAALL Old!

Le Papier Studio: ARKITEKTUR - Shop nr.2

Le Papier Studio: ARKITEKTUR - Shop nr.2

Yeah! Vana has opened up her beautiful work to the masses! I'm particularly smug about her work because I have 3 originals ;-) and they are FABULOUS! Now quick... Everyone go shop!

Bridget the Original Blogger

Bridget: It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.

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Cue the Holidays... We've been feeling out of sorts lately... it's been like that particularly annoying song...

4 strep throats; 3 stomach problems; two heads of lice; and a freakin partridge in a pear tree!

I KNEW things were going a bit too smoothly lately. And the lice... well, let's just say that NOW I believe in Murphy's Law. Makes my head itch just thinking about it. Oh, well, sorry about that. Now I've just made YOUR head itch as well.

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Which brings all of the random thoughts in my head around full circle. I love Bridget Jones's Diary... It's pretty funny to say the least. And I believe I just challenged Lara Gallagher via Eatopia to a posting dual of sorts... So at random parts of the day, I'll be posting bits of verbal diarrhea to make myself hop my "arse you could park a bike in and balance a pint of beer on" (Mark Darcy said it, not me...) onto the elliptical. In addition to all of the other random bits of unnecessary information that I post. Cheers! And Happy New Year!