Archive for September, 2010

Hooray For Progress!

Monday, September 27th, 2010

So…

There is a chance that today could be a really really awesome day. It’s not even 10, though, so it’s still kind of hard to say.

But, even though I slept terrible last night–because I stayed up after everyone else to clean the bathroom (don’t ask), went to bed after midnight, was up at 4 to make coffee for my dear husband (who informed me that he didn’t have time for coffee), couldn’t go back to sleep because a certain little baby wanted to wake up and play (because she heard Daddy leaving for work), and then NEVER got back to sleep–I’m still determined that this day will be good. Like, hopefully, really good.

So, I got on the scale. I made myself. I squinted down at the numbers trying to decide whether or not to go get the camera…and then I see this:

McFatty Monday

And I woke up really fast and started shrieking “where’s the effing CAMERA?!”

Because ^ that is awesome.

Now, let’s see some stats:

9/27/10
Weight: 135.5-ish
BMI: 24.9?
Waist: 32″
Hips: 39″
Thighs: 41″

Change since last weigh-in:
Weight: loss of 2lbs!
BMI: loss of .2?
Waist: loss of .5″
Hips: no change
Thighs: no change

Total
Total Weight Loss: 11.5lbs.
Total BMI Loss: 2.08
Total Inches Lost in Waist: 4″
Total Inches Lost in Hips: 0″
Total Inches Lost in Thighs: 1″

It feels soooo good to look at my numbers and see some progress starting to happen again. It’s very motivating to not see the word “gain”…but it’s even more motivating to see that I’ve finally officially lost more than 10 pounds (and more than 15, unofficially)!

Goal for this week…more water and tea (instead of Coke) and try to get down to 133!

Let’s Try This Again

Monday, September 20th, 2010

Lately I have been very slack on the McFatty Mondays. It’s kind of because I was not happy with what I was seeing, but mostly because I just didn’t feel like trying.

Believe me, I hate being a quitter, and I can see the err of my ways. I’ve just been really…bummed lately. Bummed…that’s really the best word to describe it. I’m not really depressed, or apathetic, or angry…just bummed.

And when I’m bummed, all I want to do is eat a whole bag of Doritos. And eat three helpings at dinner. And drink like 3 liters of Coke. And sit on the couch and watch terrible TV and eat.

So that’s what I’ve been doing.

Thankfully, I haven’t been doing it for weeks…just a few slip-ups, and have managed to only gain back a little of what I had lost. But now I’m determined to finish this thing, and make myself really keep at it…at least until I get down to 130.

So, next week will be the first real progress update, but here is what we’ll call our starting numbers for round 2.

9/20/10
Weight: 137.5-ish
BMI: 25.1?

Waist: 32.5″
Hips: 39″
Thighs: 41″

Change since last weigh-in:
Weight: 0
BMI: 0
Waist: gain of .5″
Hips: gain of .5″
Thighs: no change

Total
Total Weight Loss: 9.5lbs.

Total BMI Loss: 2.08
Total Inches Lost in Waist: 3.5″
Total Inches Lost in Hips: 0″
Total Inches Lost in Thighs: 1″

So, this week, back to portion control, declining all but the smallest bits of sweets, and renewed efforts in cutting down on my soda soda intake.

(and I promise that Ruby’s 11 month letter is coming…promise)

Another Short Post About My Awesome Husband…And Johnny Nash

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

You know when you just feel completely ick about everything and you’re super stressed and you don’t know how you could ever possibly have enough time to do everything that you need to do and all you really want to do is crawl in bed and hide and hope that everyone who wants you to do something will just forget about it?

Yeah, yesterday was one of those days for me. And that run-on sentence doesn’t even do justice to the crazy I was in my head yesterday. Notice I said “in my head”…I can still make Play-doh shapes and twirl my girls in the yard, even when I’m crazy.

So, my sweet hubby comes home from a looong day at work, and sees my anxiety. And what does he do?

He gets to work on a super yummy dinner of chicken and dumplings (which the girls devoured), and then he brings me in the kitchen and goes “This song always helps me…I know it’s cheesy, but have you ever really listened to it?”

* I can see clearly now, the rain is gone… *

It totally worked (at least for the rest of the evening).

So yeah, have you ever really listened to it?

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

Look all around, there’s nothin’ but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin’ but blue skies

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’ s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

Oh, Johnny Nash, thanks for the cheese-tastic pick-me-up! And babe, how do you always know how to make me smile?

Nothing About Angels

Friday, September 10th, 2010

To be perfectly honest, usually, when I get a forward email, I don’t even read it. It’s not that I don’t love cute baby animals or that I don’t want something good to happen to me in 24 hours…I’m just tired of reading all of these emails that are obviously not true. Like the ones about Senator John Smith wanting to put a cap on each American’s monthly air intake or the white collar axe murderer who is going to fool me into letting them rape and murder me by throwing his voice and crying like a baby outside of the department store while I’m getting into my car.

Seriously, everyone has heard of Snopes by now, right?

But this email, which I have received myself twice and which I have seen mentioned here and there around the intrawebs…well, it totally bears repeating.

Truths for Mature Humans

1. I think part of a best friends job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
I don’t think mine would be very interesting…unless coding tutorials are scandalous

2. Nothing sucks more than the moment during an argument when you realize youre wrong.
pshhh…that never happens to me

3. I totally take back all those times I didnt want to nap when I was younger.
I should have asked for a rain check

4. There is a great need for a sarcasm font.
Noooooo…see?

5. How the ***** are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
Actually, I know how. I’m very proud of this. Maybe I’ll do a photo tutorial sometime

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
I just wish they had taught me how to write cursive that would look pretty, rather than this terrible, bubbly 12-year-old girl cursive that I produce.

7. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5, Im pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
+

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
Kind of creepy…but true

9. I cant remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Does this mean that we’re old?

10. Bad decisions make good stories.
This is undeniable. Did I ever tell you the story about my friend who was on Jerry Springer?

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you arent going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
That would be 9:30AM

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after BlueRay? I dont want to restart my collection … again.
This does not apply to me…I never fully converted to DVD. I wonder how much longer they’ll make VCRs?

13. Im always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save my changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
“Slightly terrified” does not cover it on many occasions. Everyone knows that Bill Gates wants you to get fired. Then you have to buy a copy of Word for home so you can update your resume.

14. I keep some peoples phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
Doesn’t everybody?

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
Agreed! How am I supposed to read the date on that ice cream I found in the back if I don’t have a light?!

16. I wish Google Maps had an “avoid ghetto” routing option.
++

17. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
+++

18. How many times is it appropriate to say “what?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
Twice. Unless you just want to see how many times they’ll repeat it before they give up, which can be quite hilarious

19. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front … stay strong brothers and sisters!
And when that one moron at the front lets him in, it’s nice to know that seven other people are shooting death lasers at him with their eyes

20. Shirts get dirty, underwear gets dirty, pants? pants never get dirty and you can wear them for weeks.
Come on, you know you do this. Don’t lie.

21. Sometimes Ill look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still do not know what time it is.
Not quite there yet…this person who wrote this must be older than me…wait, what’s a watch? ;)

22. even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and pinning the tail on the donkey, but Id bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed EVERY TIME!
Nope…I spend about 5 minutes every morning trying to turn off the effing alarm clock while my cell phone alarm buzzes non-stop. I am less talented than the writer, obviously.

23. The first testicular guard, the ‘cup’ was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.
Are we surprised by this? When Kyla hears some one say “LOOK OUT!” he doesn’t duck…he covers his crotch. Men know what is important.

Thank you, internet and email forwarders, for making sure this gem made it’s way to me. I needed it.

Second Day of School

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

Y’all, this is her second day or school, and the first day that I have to take her and drop her off by myself. Fingers crossed that I can make myself leave her there :)

I Did It

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

I linked up to a linky party. Finally got the balls to do it. You should go check out the Today’s Creative Blog Get Your Craft On, and check out my magazine holders and all of the other awesome projects listed over there :)

Get Your Craft On Tuesday

Another Reason Why I Love My Husband

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

Yesterday I mentioned that I had some anxiety issues on the morning of Sadie’s first day of school. I could explain to you, in detail, how I was feeling, and how Kyla was being awesome, but I think this exchange is rather telling, and needs no explanation.

Me: What does this say? * walking into the room, referencing the outfit I has spent the last fifteen minutes picking out *

Kyla: Uh, that’s you’re wearing a shirt?

Me: I mean, does it say “responsible mother?” I really want to make a good impression

Kyla: It doesn’t scream “responsible mother,” but it doesn’t scream “irresponsible mother,” either.

Me: * visibly agitated * So what does it scream?

Kyla: Flowers?

* About ten minutes pass…and I come back in the room with a different outfit *

Me: What about this? What does it say?

Kyla: * without missing a beat * “I am a responsible mother who is very involved in her child’s education and I care deeply about her success”

He learns fast.

First Day of School (kind-of)

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

First day of school

Yesterday (Tuesday) was Sadie’s first day of school. Well, kind-of school. She is receiving speech therapy services through the school district, which happens at the actual elementary school that she will attend later (maybe next year). She only goes for one hour, one day per week. So, not really school school, but it might as well be.

Now, for the last few days, I’ve been a bit…anxious. That’s maybe even a bit of an understatement. There is actually a cute story about my anxiety over choosing an outfit that I should really share. I’ll do that tomorrow, I think.

Anyway, back to our big girl. We had been talking about school and how much fun it would be and how she would make lots of new friends and how it was the greatest thing in the history of the world…so she would get excited and not be nervous about it.

Who am I kidding…all that talk was totally for me. She could really care less.

So we got her out of bed, got her dressed, fed, etc, and talked more about how much fun it would be. The last half hour before we left, she was just running around, flipping back and forth between “I don’t want to go to school” and “are we ready YET?!”

She is so my daughter.

Anyway, we finally get everyone ready, get the girls in their kind-of matching outfits, and head out to her kind-of first day of school.

First day of school

Tears.

My little baby is growing up!

We get to the school (which is this beautiful, old building that actually looks like a real school, and not a shopping mall) park, and go in. We have to sign in at the office, where Sadie makes her first of many friends in the lady who prints the visitor badges. Her speech therapist was in the office, introduced herself, and started introducing us around. I kind of felt like a foreign dignitary or something, the way she was all “Principal Smith, these are the Browns…Sadie is going to be joining us for speech! Mrs. Black, these are the Browns…this is Sadie’s first day!”

One part of my brain was going “I don’t think they’ve ever had parents here before” and the other part of my brain is going “They really love us and want us to be here and want Sadie here and are so excited about my child’s education!”

Honestly, I felt special. The principal was excited to meet me!

Can you tell I was a big ol’ nerd in school?

Anyway, Sadie, of course, charmed every single person she met. She was polite…she said “thank you” when someone gave her a compliment, she introduced herself, she greeted people. She was loving it.

As we walked back to the speech room, we would pass doors and windows and could see that there is a large courtyard/atrium thing in the middle of the school. It contained a lush, beautiful garden that seriously reminded me of the gardens you see in Savannah, that you can only glimpse through the wrought iron gates. The therapist told us that the kids get to go out there and help take care of it as part of their lessons.

I’m pretty sure that’s the moment that I stopped worrying about if we made the right decision on having her go to this school. She could have told me that every parent gets a new car and I would not have been happier.

It just felt so right.

We got back to the speech room, and went over her IEP and her goals. We talked about her specific learning style and our concerns, and went over the basic schedule. Sadie had a great time playing around the room, even though I think she was a little overwhelmed with all of the new toys.

We did find out that she will be the only kid in the session for the time being, which is kind of good and bad. We were hoping that she would be with other kids so that she could socialize, but it might help her get used to school and a classroom if she doesn’t have the distraction of other kids. Apparently, it is likely that other kids will be referred for speech throughout the year and will join her, so we’re looking forward to that.

So, after we finished going over everything, Sadie sat down at the little table with the therapist and we told her goodbye, and headed out. Sadie was looking at us as we were leaving, and watched us until we were out of sight, but never got upset.

I told y’all that child would be fine if I gave her to a perfect stranger in the grocery store.

Mama was not doing quite as well. We walked out, got in the car, and I debated whether or not to ask Kyla if we could just sit there for the next half hour until it was time to pick her up. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to actually leave the premises.

We ended up running some errands, and talked about how weird it was to have her being in school. It really doesn’t feel like she should be this big yet. It seems like just yesterday…

Can’t talk about sweet baby memories right now if I want to finish this post.

So, we went back when it was time, and pulled up to the main entrance, and waited on the therapist to bring her out. I was so happy when I saw her silhouette in the hallway.

And then she comes out the door and is crying. Like, for real, crying.

“I don’t want to go HOME!”

In my head: “Great, this woman probably thinks we beat her…or chain her to the radiator or something”

She really had such a good time that she did not want to leave. They apparently took a little tour of the school, saw the library, went to a few classrooms, and met all kinds of wonderful people.

Sadie apparently sat down in one of the older kid classrooms like she owned the place, and all of the kids were totally in love with her and wanting to play with her. When she left, she said something like “goodbye, my children.”

The whole drive home, she kept asking if we would take her back to school, and we keep promising that she could go back next week, but that wasn’t good enough. So, as soon as we got home, I resolved that I will have to make myself take time out to take her to play dates and find a play group or something since we can’t really start her in preschool right now. Hopefully, we’ll all start getting some much needed social time this fall (now that this stupid weather makes it possible to go outside without dieing).

So, all-in-all, the day turned out pretty well. She had a wonderful time, I didn’t have a nervous breakdown, and we all feel pretty confident that this school thing is going to be pretty awesome.

Make Your Own Magazine Files from Diaper Boxes

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

There are lots and lots of things going on right now that I could write about…but honestly, it all requires a lot of deep thought and confession and me vomiting my emotions all over my computer screen…and I don’t want to deal with that right now.

So, I’m going to post a tutorial. On a Wednesday. With pictures! And DIAGRAMS! And exclamation points!!!

Because this is what I do when I’m really stressed. I make shit. Specifically, shit that I think will help me improve my life.

And since making money is kind of illegal, I’m making organizational stuff and pretty stuff for my house.

dyi magazine file holder

I fantasize about having an organized, pretty office space. Currently, my office is a corner of the dining room, and it usually looks like a scene from a movie right after the kids have been left home alone for a weekend and (predictably) had a party that got out of hand.

And when I see my desk every morning when I walk out of my room, I’m usually wearing the same expression as one of those angry parents returning from vacation to a (somehow completely unexpected) disaster of a house.

But that is going to change…and it’s going to change for very very little money.

So, step one is to organize our magazines. They live in piles all over our house and when I want to reference one for some inspiration, I can never find the one I’m looking for. And I know that what I need is a whole bunch of these:

Magazine file holder

But they’re super expensive…like $7 to $25 for ONE. I would totally pay that for some of the cute ones (like the ones in the pic above, from The Container Store, West Elm and See Jane Work)…if I had the money. But I don’t.

What I do have, though, is lots and lots of diaper boxes. Because I made the mistake of going with disposables, and after paying thousands of dollars in diapers over the past three years (not an exaggeration), I wouldn’t throw the boxes out, so that I would feel like something that I paid for did not go out with the garbage covered in poo poo.

I saw great tutorials all over the internet about how to make your own magazines holders from cereal boxes, but they were just really flimsy. If I put more than three magazines in them, they kind of fell apart. Plus, they were barely big enough for the magazines, and I thought they looked a little puny. Diaper boxes, however, are really sturdy, and have lots of folds already in them, and come in lots of different sizes.

Is that enough explanation? Want some instructions? And maybe some pictures? And more question marks?

Here is the diagram of a standard diaper box. I had four boxes on hand and no two were the same size, so this diagram is just done to some general proportions. You can modify it fairly easily according to the size box that you have. And, of course, you don’t have to have diaper boxes…that’s just what I’ve got.

Right, diagram:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

That’s your box, after you’ve broken it down (completely unfolded it). Or something like your box.

Notice the solid line is anywhere that there is a cut. The dotted line represents folds.

Do you think that I think you can’t read? (more questions marks, yay!)

So, lay your box out flat on the floor or table, and look at the largest panel (there should be two in the same size). Lay a magazine down on top of it and make sure that the panel is at least a quarter to a half inch larger on all sides that the magazine. It’s fine if it’s bigger…just needs to be at least that much larger so that magazine will fit inside.

Then, check out this diagram below.

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

The blue lines are where you’re going to cut. Draw it out with a pencil first, and make sure to work with the folds and cuts that are already there. This will make your life a lot easier. After you’ve drawn it out (with a ruler, yo), you can (should) use a utility knife to make the cuts.

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

These (above) are the shapes you should have after you’ve made your cuts.

Notice that they are not oriented the same way. Technically, they can be oriented the same way, but I wanted to keep the printed side of the box out and the plain side in (so that I wouldn’t have to paint the inside white to cover the diaper logo later). That might be kind of confusing, and if so, sorry. This should maybe clear it up:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

That’s what the pieces will look like, and how they will eventually make this damn thing.

Here is what my box looked like after I made all of my cuts:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

And my pieces:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

I did cut one extra piece that was not on the diagram (sorry…forgot). I just cut off one of the flaps that was not used in the two main pieces. It was a flap that was the same size as the bottom flaps.

So, with everything cut out, I got my trusty glue gun ready and started assembling.

First, I hot glued the pieces for the back together (these are the tall pieces, labeled D in the diagram above).

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

Seriously, just lay ‘em out, add glue to one side, then lay the other side on top of it. Press down, glue dries.

And now, you have this:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

Then, fold the piece on the left up, so you’re looking at the back side of the front piece (the one labeled C”). Add hot glue, then fold the other side up, and lay the corresponding C piece on top.

You have basically just folded the whole thing up to exactly how it will look finished, except with the bottom open.

It should now look like this:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

Then, I turned it upside down, and glued the bottom pieces together. Now, with the back and front, my flaps were the exact same size, because I was just using the flaps that were already there on the box. With the bottom, these are two smaller pieces that were cut from the smaller panels of the box (follow that?), so they did not cover each other completely as the other flaps (front and back) did.

This is why I cut the extra piece. After I glued the two bottom flaps together, I glued the extra piece on top of them. This piece covered the entire bottom, and also gives the bottom some extra support).

And here’s my box, all finished:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

But it wasn’t really so pretty.

So I wrapped it up in some brown craft paper (that I absolutely * l o v e * and use for everything). I just wrapped it like I would wrap a present, but tucked the paper into the hole so it would be long enough that you wouldn’t see the paper ends.

Here, just look:

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

You can see the two diaper box magazine holders I made here (below) on the same shelf with the one I made from the cereal box (it’s the one in the middle). It is cuter in this photo, mainly because of the adorable wrapping paper, but it is a lot smaller (it can only hold National Geographic magazines), and it really needs the diaper boxes on either side to even hold it up.

DYI Magazine file holder diagram

For the next ones I make, I’m going to try to use some fabric so that they’ll be a little more durable, and I’m going to try to add some label/tag holders like in the mass-produced examples earlier in this post. I think that will work much better than the little round hangy tags I’m using now, and will probably make them look a lot more finished. Maybe even cut out some little windows in the fronts?

…And this makes me wonder if I couldn’t make a lot of those little organizer boxes from crap I have laying around (with exclamation points and diagrams, of course)…and for free!!!

DUN DUN DUN…to be continued…

I’m linking up to a linky party…yes, I finally got the balls to do it. Go check out the other amazing projects posted at Today’s Creative Blog Get Your Craft On! Y’all know I love this site, so this is kind of a big deal that I finally feel like I have a project that is worthy of posting over there.

Get Your Craft On Tuesday