Over the weekend Mike, Drew and I all managed to end up sick. Not good times. To make it even worse I went three nights with no more than three hours of sleep. Let's just say I was about to pull my hair out. I don't know if I've ever been that exhausted. The problem? Our bed. For the next three months I'll be sleeping on the couch. Our bed is way too soft for my pregnant ass and my back is suffering. I hate sleeping on the couch! Can't believe that I have to do that for three more months! On the bright side, my back is no longer hurting and I don't have to listen to Mike's snoring. (Good thing he doesn't read my blog. He might not like the fact that I've mentioned his snoring twice is such a short time span!)
On a funny note, Drew and Mike think it's hilarious to now call me "meatball". Ha ha. If Drew didn't think it was so funny I might be a little offended. I'm willing to be the brunt of the joke just to hear that silly little giggle of his! Drew also told me today when I was playing with him on the floor that he would have to help me up because I'm too big to get up by myself. He then got behind me and pushed on my back while letting out a tough guy grunt.
Only three more months and the "chubby" jokes can (hopefully) come to a stop and we finally get to meet this little guy! I'm so looking forward to it!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Long Week, Long Post
I just wrapped up my second article for CK. Woohoo! It's such a good feeling to have something like that done! My first article will be in the April issue and I can't wait to see it. The second one will be in July and I'm even more excited about it. It is full of the kind of layouts that I love to create. Seriously I could fill a book with those kind of layouts! Hopefully everyone will like both of them.
A new layout. The picture sucks but I'm being lazy today and didn't feel like messing with it. When Drew was a baby, Mom was watching him for me at the store for a little bit so I could run some errands. He fell asleep during her meeting with the sales rep and Stacey took these cute pictures. He must be following in his daddy's footsteps... anytime I talk about scrapbooking I can see Mike starting to nod off. I can't really blame him. I do the same when he talks about hunting or fishing.
Mom had gotten me this big "A" for Christmas and I just now got around to doing something with it. I ended up covering it with Glimmer Mist in the color Coffee Shop. Have I mentioned that I love that stuff? (Try to avoid looking at the messy clutter in the background!)
I tried to get a good close up so you could see the glittery part. It's such a subtle sparkle that it's kind of hard to get it to show up in a picture.
I've had a few people ask about this layout in the February issue of CK since the journaling is too small to read. I figured I could post on here if you want to read it.
I was a race track brat. Born and raised with a plastic checkered flag in my hand and a pit pass on my wrist. Looking back, from my early childhood to my adult years, I don’t know the exact moment that racing became such a vital part of my life.
Maybe it started when I discovered that I could actually feel the low, rhythmic rumble of engines revving in the pit of my stomach. Like it's own little heartbeat. To me, it's so soothing and somehow can always relax and excite me at the same time. As a kid I always wondered if everybody felt it. Like maybe only the ones that truly loved racing got to experience that.
Maybe it started when I watched my dad race and felt that nervous feeling in my stomach for the first time. Concern over the risk mixed with hope that he would win. Sometimes it would get so intense that I thought I couldn't watch yet I couldn't look away.
Maybe it started when my dad began to teach me about cars and track conditions. I know that half the time I had to be annoying him when I leaned over the hood of the car right beside him. I was anxious to learn more and he was patient enough to teach me. I found that the more I knew about racing, the more interesting it was to watch.
Maybe it started when my sister and I began racing in the two man cruiser class and I felt the adrenaline rush from a different perspective. Instead of feeling those nerves for my dad, I felt them for us. Surprisingly, those nerves quickly went away the second the green flag flew and my foot mashed the peddle to the floor. It was almost like falling in love with racing all over again.
Maybe it started when my dad died and all I had left were the memories. Memories of all the great weekends we spent at the racetrack. It saddens me that I will never get to see him race again. No longer will I feel that rush of nervous excitement I got when he pulled out on the track. Memories are all I have.
You know what I think? I think that maybe it has always been important to me. Each and every part of it. The smells, the sounds, the excitement that takes place, the memories... Maybe, just maybe, I was born with a love for racing.
That's enough blogging for now. Today is Mike's birthday and I've got a cheesecake to bake! I hope everyone enjoys the weekend!
A new layout. The picture sucks but I'm being lazy today and didn't feel like messing with it. When Drew was a baby, Mom was watching him for me at the store for a little bit so I could run some errands. He fell asleep during her meeting with the sales rep and Stacey took these cute pictures. He must be following in his daddy's footsteps... anytime I talk about scrapbooking I can see Mike starting to nod off. I can't really blame him. I do the same when he talks about hunting or fishing.
Mom had gotten me this big "A" for Christmas and I just now got around to doing something with it. I ended up covering it with Glimmer Mist in the color Coffee Shop. Have I mentioned that I love that stuff? (Try to avoid looking at the messy clutter in the background!)
I tried to get a good close up so you could see the glittery part. It's such a subtle sparkle that it's kind of hard to get it to show up in a picture.I've had a few people ask about this layout in the February issue of CK since the journaling is too small to read. I figured I could post on here if you want to read it.
I was a race track brat. Born and raised with a plastic checkered flag in my hand and a pit pass on my wrist. Looking back, from my early childhood to my adult years, I don’t know the exact moment that racing became such a vital part of my life.
Maybe it started when I discovered that I could actually feel the low, rhythmic rumble of engines revving in the pit of my stomach. Like it's own little heartbeat. To me, it's so soothing and somehow can always relax and excite me at the same time. As a kid I always wondered if everybody felt it. Like maybe only the ones that truly loved racing got to experience that.
Maybe it started when I watched my dad race and felt that nervous feeling in my stomach for the first time. Concern over the risk mixed with hope that he would win. Sometimes it would get so intense that I thought I couldn't watch yet I couldn't look away.
Maybe it started when my dad began to teach me about cars and track conditions. I know that half the time I had to be annoying him when I leaned over the hood of the car right beside him. I was anxious to learn more and he was patient enough to teach me. I found that the more I knew about racing, the more interesting it was to watch.
Maybe it started when my sister and I began racing in the two man cruiser class and I felt the adrenaline rush from a different perspective. Instead of feeling those nerves for my dad, I felt them for us. Surprisingly, those nerves quickly went away the second the green flag flew and my foot mashed the peddle to the floor. It was almost like falling in love with racing all over again.
Maybe it started when my dad died and all I had left were the memories. Memories of all the great weekends we spent at the racetrack. It saddens me that I will never get to see him race again. No longer will I feel that rush of nervous excitement I got when he pulled out on the track. Memories are all I have.
You know what I think? I think that maybe it has always been important to me. Each and every part of it. The smells, the sounds, the excitement that takes place, the memories... Maybe, just maybe, I was born with a love for racing.
That's enough blogging for now. Today is Mike's birthday and I've got a cheesecake to bake! I hope everyone enjoys the weekend!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
The Pitter Patter of...
little paws. Meet Chewy, the new addition to our family.
Did we need a new puppy? Not really. But after seeing how excited Drew was at the pet store, we couldn't resist. We have two other dogs but they won't play with Drew at all. He was so happy that a puppy would actually play with him. How could we say no to that! We thought about purchasing the dog (a chocolate lab) at the pet store until they told us that he was almost $1000.00. Yup, I said it. That much for a lab. Mike and I both laughed and said no thank you. Then the lady told us we could finance him. Seriously! Who finances a dog! We felt so bad about having to put him back in the kennel and decided that we were on a mission to find Drew a dog. That evening we finally tracked down a chocolate lab from an ad on the internet. One phone call, a short drive out of Springfield and a much cheaper price later we had a new puppy for Drew.
I've been such a bad blogger the last week or so. I've been a busy, busy girl! I will say that it's been a blast working on the things that I have and I can't wait for it all to be out. The wait is torture! Anyway, since I've haven't blogged in awhile I figured I would just post some short random wrap ups of what's been going on around here.
I've discovered my new favorite scrapbooking product, Glimmer Mist by Tattered Angels. This stuff is so awesome. Three sprays and you've got chipboard coated with a subtle glittery color. I don't even know how many colors it comes in but I plan on adding all of them to my already large collection. The popularity of this stuff is definitely catching on at Scrapbook Generation. Mom has reordered it several times since it sells out so quickly.
The icy weather we had sucked. It took Mike about 45 minutes to get my vehicle door open so I could get the defrost going and then it took me about 2 hours to get the windows cleared so I could actually drive. I ended up with a nice gash on my finger from it all. Good times. Drew told me that we needed to wash all the ice off the trees because they were cold. He also said that after we got them washed off they would need blankets so they could stay warm. I love those silly little toddler things he says!
Taco Bell is stupid. I ordered my meal, asked for 10 packets of mild sauce (love that stuff) only to be told that they couldn't give me that much. Like I had asked for a box of them. Seriously, how much could one little packet cost them? Anyway, I got home and pulled out my food to find 9 packets of mild sauce. Nine is fine but you know 10 is just plain excessive.
I bought a lottery ticket on Friday morning just for fun. I never buy scratcher tickets but thought what the heck. I scratched it off and much to my surprise won $100.00. Great way to start the weekend!
Baby/Pregnancy News:
I've given up on getting a good nights sleep for now. I guess really I can forget it for the next year or so. It's impossible to find a comfortable way to sleep. Add in Mike's snoring and I'm waking up feeling like I haven't slept at all.
I finally had to break down and get maternity pants. Although they aren't the most attractive thing it's amazing how much more comfortable they are! Why can't they make those pants in style or at least cute. I feel like I'm back in the 90's with those things. I'll be glad to retire them.
The boy is kicking a lot! Sometimes really small and sometimes so much that you can see it. I still can't believe that he'll be here in three short months. We've got to start preparing! I did buy a few clothes the other day during operation cute maternity pant search. Drew wasn't happy when he saw them and declared that they were NOT for his baby brother.
Well, I'm off to bed to toss and turn. I wish I could say sleep but I already explained that. Hope everyone had a great weekend!
Did we need a new puppy? Not really. But after seeing how excited Drew was at the pet store, we couldn't resist. We have two other dogs but they won't play with Drew at all. He was so happy that a puppy would actually play with him. How could we say no to that! We thought about purchasing the dog (a chocolate lab) at the pet store until they told us that he was almost $1000.00. Yup, I said it. That much for a lab. Mike and I both laughed and said no thank you. Then the lady told us we could finance him. Seriously! Who finances a dog! We felt so bad about having to put him back in the kennel and decided that we were on a mission to find Drew a dog. That evening we finally tracked down a chocolate lab from an ad on the internet. One phone call, a short drive out of Springfield and a much cheaper price later we had a new puppy for Drew.
I've been such a bad blogger the last week or so. I've been a busy, busy girl! I will say that it's been a blast working on the things that I have and I can't wait for it all to be out. The wait is torture! Anyway, since I've haven't blogged in awhile I figured I would just post some short random wrap ups of what's been going on around here.
I've discovered my new favorite scrapbooking product, Glimmer Mist by Tattered Angels. This stuff is so awesome. Three sprays and you've got chipboard coated with a subtle glittery color. I don't even know how many colors it comes in but I plan on adding all of them to my already large collection. The popularity of this stuff is definitely catching on at Scrapbook Generation. Mom has reordered it several times since it sells out so quickly.
The icy weather we had sucked. It took Mike about 45 minutes to get my vehicle door open so I could get the defrost going and then it took me about 2 hours to get the windows cleared so I could actually drive. I ended up with a nice gash on my finger from it all. Good times. Drew told me that we needed to wash all the ice off the trees because they were cold. He also said that after we got them washed off they would need blankets so they could stay warm. I love those silly little toddler things he says!
Taco Bell is stupid. I ordered my meal, asked for 10 packets of mild sauce (love that stuff) only to be told that they couldn't give me that much. Like I had asked for a box of them. Seriously, how much could one little packet cost them? Anyway, I got home and pulled out my food to find 9 packets of mild sauce. Nine is fine but you know 10 is just plain excessive.
I bought a lottery ticket on Friday morning just for fun. I never buy scratcher tickets but thought what the heck. I scratched it off and much to my surprise won $100.00. Great way to start the weekend!
Baby/Pregnancy News:
I've given up on getting a good nights sleep for now. I guess really I can forget it for the next year or so. It's impossible to find a comfortable way to sleep. Add in Mike's snoring and I'm waking up feeling like I haven't slept at all.
I finally had to break down and get maternity pants. Although they aren't the most attractive thing it's amazing how much more comfortable they are! Why can't they make those pants in style or at least cute. I feel like I'm back in the 90's with those things. I'll be glad to retire them.
The boy is kicking a lot! Sometimes really small and sometimes so much that you can see it. I still can't believe that he'll be here in three short months. We've got to start preparing! I did buy a few clothes the other day during operation cute maternity pant search. Drew wasn't happy when he saw them and declared that they were NOT for his baby brother.
Well, I'm off to bed to toss and turn. I wish I could say sleep but I already explained that. Hope everyone had a great weekend!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Another layout from my SOY entry. Journaling:
I never thought the tiny absence of a number would be a big deal to me. A number he simply picked to remember his wedding anniversary. A number I watched race around the track a million times. I didn't realize that number held so many memories. I didn't realize that when he died I would have to say goodbye to the number #19.
The journaling from this layout is about the first time I returned to the race track after my dad had died. I knew it would be tough since we had spent almost every weekend of our lives watching Dad race but I had no idea it would be as tough as it was. It was a very eerie feeling when Dad's class pulled out on the track and he didn't. I will never forget that feeling and how hard it hit that I would never see him pull out on that track again.
There are actually a few elements on this page that help to represent the story and spark up memories. The paper I used for two different reasons. Not only did the colors match Dad's race car colors but the worn wood look to it reminded me of the wooden slats on his race car trailer. I also added three large stars since Dad's car was covered in stars. The pictures on the page were from the last time I saw his race car. Dad had sold it quickly after his last race to a his "motor man" who was so kind to bring it to the funeral. As weird as that may sound to have a race car at a funeral, you would have been surprised at how many would get choked up when they saw it. That car was just as much a part of my dad as his right arm was and everyone knew that.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Saying Goodbye to My Feet
It's official. Goodbye feet. I'll see you in May.
It's almost time to say goodbye to my regular jeans and hello to elastic waisted jeans. Oh, and comfortable sleep is pretty much out the door too. Only 3 1/2 months to go!
Friday, February 01, 2008
Not so new layout...
I know I posted this page on the SG challenge blog but I don't think I ever posted it here. This was such a fun layout to create since it's full of totally random (some weird) facts about myself and I don't usually do pages like this. I know I should do more pages on myself but since I'm usually the one behind the camera I don't have a lot of pictures. I have started working on my Remember Me kit club pages from Scrapbook Generation. I joined the club about a year ago and just yesterday finished my title page! I'm way behind! I have decided that I'm going to make myself finish at least one of the pages a month. That shouldn't be too hard to accomplish and now that I have a digital camera it should be super easy to get the pictures needed.
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