Monthly Archives: May 2011

DIY Window Curtain

   I know I am on a DIY streak, but that is all I have time for nowadays. Several days ago, I wrote a post but never had the chance to type it. I can’t blog anything that takes intense thought processes because the kids have been taking me on a whirlwind of a crazy ride. I have Child Number Three jumping on me now, as I type,  shouting some sort of gibberish and occasionally hitting the keys. A woman has got to be able to think to write something comprehensible. We aren’t just naturals, you know, of course.

   And so, the only thing I was able to do (I am so thankful for this discovery) was find something for those little beady eyes to get glued to. Anything that sounds like a machine or moves by itself, will mesmerize those little guys. Boys will be boys. So I whipped out my Wal-Mart sewing machine and tried to find something to stitch up. I had a flat sheet from Wal-Mart, of course, which was about 3 dollars and change and I wanted to make a quick curtain for the guest room. It took so short and came out so nice, I had to share.


A flat sheet of any color or pattern
An extendable curtain rod from a home store.
An old table-cloth. (optional) Read the rest of this entry

DIY Jewelry Hanger

   So, it’s no secret that we are more than just low in the dinero . We are, pretty much, broke. I am not sure if that is a correct statement because a person probably has to have money at some point in his/her life to go bankrupt in the first place. Being that we never had the green stuff, I should just leave it as unprosperous and strapped for cash.

   I can complain all day, but I do consider myself lucky to own my house and have a decent and modest home. The problems arise when I need want stuff, and who doesn’t want stuff? So over the past few years, I have learned to be quite resourceful. I have sewn my own curtains, and painted and covered my kitchen chairs. I have framed my photos, and turned flat sheets into quilt covers. The only thing I can’t seem to be creative about is a tactic to resolve the serious need for a car. No sewing, or building, or painting will help over there.

I have a lot of costume and real jewelry that gets chucked into a drawer leaving me with a tumbleweed of chains and stones. My collections wont last more than a few months in that state, so I needed to come up with some sort of solution. Generally, if I was near the cheaper stores, I would have bought a jewelry organizer from $10.00- $20.00. Being that I am not, and really don’t even have the extra bills, I knew I had to make something myself. Read the rest of this entry

The Most Difficult Part of Vacation…

Is Coming Home.

It is truly the most arduous endeavor after a tranquilizing weekend of sheer bliss.

I feel like a mom should never say things such as this, but I did not miss my children at all. I guess I deserve to be blacklisted. Either way, I was quite satisfied not hearing the midnight cries and did not long for the tugs and belly jumping in mornings when I need my sleep most. I can see missing them long-term perhaps, however, this vacation was nice without it all. When I got home, at least two of the kids were excited to see me. We count our blessings.

Their beautiful little faces had me enthralled for the first half hour. Read the rest of this entry

The CliffHanger and Its Early Demise

The TV shows’ seasons have all been drawing to a close over the past week and  I have noticed that the  finales have changed dramatically over the years. Lots of shows, that I have been watching over the past five years, have become soporific and hardly mediocre, although still keeping me riveted to the screen. They have just become my family and I need to see their lives concluding in some form or other. I am captivated by them no matter how hard I try to tear my face away.

I remember the good old days when I closed my eyes through Prison Break. I was actually gripping my blanket and digging my nails into my palms praying it would end safely. In each episode there were moments where my hands were covering my ears so that I wouldn’t  hear the music that skillfully heightened my fear levels to unbearable capacities. The gut wrenching, heart stopping, and deep resonating sounds. I am cringing thinking about the scenes I could hardly sit through. At a certain point I just couldn’t watch any longer and stopped. I needed to wait until the season completed to see the rest, so that I wouldn’t be left a week or two anxiously awaiting the next episode at the edge of my chair. You can’t live like that. It is constant worry. Read the rest of this entry

Smitten With Laziness

I am not sure how this happened, but I have been plagued by the laziness epidemic. It is possible that it’s because we have computers and now the world is at our fingertips. I assume that is the cause.

I wake up and dash to the bathroom. (Probably the most I move in a day) Sadly, I must lift my lazy butt, although I am awaiting for the arrival of a bathroom app or something of the sort. I grab a quick microwave meal from within one of the bags of delivered groceries which were ordered online. Seconds later, voila, a full nutritious meal. I sit by the computer and read through my emails and pay my outstanding bills. I order some pizza for lunch and chat up a few friends. I put my feet up and watch the latest TV show episodes and check out the current news. Read the rest of this entry

I’m Afraid He’s Mine…

You know that kid in the park that intentionally knocks over every other one. The one that hogs the slides and goes up the wrong way.The one that throws rocks to greet the latest slider.  The one that pulls the little girls’ pigtails. The one that jumps in the middle of every ball game and grabs the ball. The one that pulls a kid’s cap off so that he can yank his little hairs. The one that, without notice and without provocation, slaps a kid across the face and then trips him. The one that sits in the corner crushing the ants or any helpless little creatures. Read the rest of this entry

The Rooftop Shouting of Mom Excellence

Ever feel like you want to stand upon the rooftop and shout as loud as your voice can go? Whether it be about the fact that you love someone dearly and you want the whole world to know, or about how incredibly awesome you are and how you deserve to be heard, or any reason at all, many of us have been there. Well, even though I have felt the latter, sadly, the times have been numbered and can be counted on my own two hands. I spend more time being hard on myself , unreasonable judgmental, and highly unforgiving. Read the rest of this entry

You Hear What You Wanna Hear

Last week, all everyone was posting about was The Royal Wedding. This week, we have moved on to bigger and better things; Osama Bin Laden. I really just don’t want to talk about that because I find the topic a bore. What amazes me though, is how easy it is to tell people what they want to hear.

Perhaps I have been exposed to too many movies, T.V shows, and conspiracy theories, but I find it hard to believe everything we are told as a country. Call me a non-believer. There are far too many inconsistencies in the media and government, and I don’t believe that people should accept everything as truth. However, I guess it is easier to live that way then to deny all of what we know of. Clear evidence will never be found to disprove what they say. They make sure of it. Read the rest of this entry

Adult-Proofed Home

I was so tempted to put ‘porn’ in the Enter title here spot. Don’t get me wrong, I am pretty sure I will never be at that much of a loss for words to head towards that topic. Additionally, I am extremely bothered by that subject matter and I will attempt to stay as far away as humanly possible.  All I was aiming for, was for some readers.

I know, it sounds so desperate and it’s as if I am begging all the biggest spammers and hackers to pay a visit to my private little world. I do get some people to stop by, but the comments are very few and far in coming. I like to get a sense that people are reading my blog without having to check my stats. It is becoming obsessive. It isn’t normal. Read the rest of this entry