No words...

Today the girls and I went to McDonalds. (or, Mickey & Donald's as we say around here, because Charlotte loves her some Disney Channel). It had been a day already. Charlotte was in rare form, I was frustrated over a last minute change in scheduling which left me without the alone time I thought I was getting, and I needed a cold diet coke like a waffle needs butter...like a biscuit needs gravy...like a....I just needed it people!

The cup holders in the front console were both filled with cups already (evidence of not enough time for grocery shopping and too many drive-through trips)

So I put my frosty diet coke between my legs, juggled Charlotte's apple juice, and drove up to the trashcan they have outside.

Juliette was having a grand time chewing on Charlotte's sandal, just out of her grasp, and it was melt. down. city. in the backseat.

I looked outside, made sure I was within throwing distance of the trashcan, turned around to the backseat and shouted gave gentle words of wisdom, like "maybe if you didn't fling off your sandals in a wild fit of rage, it wouldn't have landed in your sister's carseat and thus in her mouth!!!"

Then I hauled off and really threw the old cups out the window.

The Closed...Window...That I forgot to open

I sat there in shock with my mouth open as three day old coffee and watered down dr pepper dripped from my hair and puddled in my bra while Charlotte, thinking it was her precious drink that had met it's demise, shrieked in bitter anguish

MYYYY  JUUUUUUICCCCCE!!!!! 


If I can get the moldy coffee creamer residue out of my contacts, I'll see you Wednesday.

Fun Fridge Function- say it faaast

My sister-in-law is super creative, and a fellow lover of anytime pretty and organized combine!

You'll have to go check out her recent fridge makeover...

Cutting down on excess packaging, storing frequently used items where your eye wanders to first, and keeping things in super cute (plus re-usuable & eco-friendly!) glass and plastic containers has given her fridge a fresh new look!

Check it out here for all the details

For you...

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“As we drive along this road called life, 

occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. 

And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of 

the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.”
- Carrie Bradshaw

Forever twenty....eight

I know. The clothes are cheaply made and don't last forever, and their target demographic is a wee bit younger than me, and the models look so ridiculously young I had to use the close-up pictures where their heads are missing so I don't look like I'm picking things out from  i'mateenagerandshopatthemall.com 

But I don't care. I still love Forever21. Truly. Madly. Deeply. {name that band for 50 points}

There and back again...

A week without posting. Just been feeling kind of blargh lately.
 If that's not a real word, it should be. 

I really do love writing and finding beautiful/fun/inspiring things on the web to share. Sometimes though I start visiting all the tons of blogs that I follow and it seems like everyone else has already been there, done that. And Better. It's a tough balance (at least for me) to post things I love and not worry about what other people are doing, but I don't want to just be recycling old ideas or appear that I'm stealing someone else's.
Anyone else feel like that? And I also want to be real about things that I love or hate, but without being mean or snarky. (Trust me...I can lay on the snark) Or whiny...gah...no one likes a whiner.

Wes' busy schedule and rather disjointed family time have been kind of chipping away at me too.

On the bright side...sunny skies, cool grass, and my helpful, handsome husband's power cleaning of the whole house have all been a blessing.

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I'm going to try and get myself out of this funk, and in the meantime here are some lovely things that have certainly been easing the way...

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Well hello there, pillow. Come a little closer, won't you?

I want these. All of them. On the same couch. Or the same bed.
I want to roll around and make sweet pillow love to them in all of their happy, bright, prettyness.

I'm feeling too lazy to actually list where they are all from. If you reeeaaally must know, I will tell you.
But since I sometimes don't even have time to shower on a daily basis,
I doubt anyone thinks I'm trying to pawn these off as my own creations. 

How I make important decisions...