Play Dough
1 Cup of flour
1/2 cup of Salt
1 cup of water
2 tablespoons of oil
2 tablespoons of Cream of Tartar
Beet, Spinach, or Carrot Juice (or food coloring)
Mix flour, Cream of Tartar, salt and oil, slowly add colored water. Cook over medium heat, Stirring until dough becomes stiff. Put ball of play dough onto wax paper let cool enjoy!
Remember this, when you step over my door sill, you’ve been raised. You know the difference between right and wrong. Do right. Don’t let anybody else raise you and make you change. And remember this, you can always come home.’
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I found a chair and it was free! So I am in the process of reinventing it. I am not done and will post the finished product after completed. I found a dresser for free on the side of the road a few years back and have just now made some time to paint it! I'm not sure if I am going to leave it solid black or apply a finish of some sort. I am in the learning phase still!
Monday, October 4, 2010
I find it hard to be a working mom and be good at both. When I am not motivated I make a list.
Some times I'll make my list at the end of the day I write every thing down from giving Shelby a bath to reading her a bed time story and brushing her teeth, a feat in it's self, it all counts in my book. I'm a working mom housewife, daughter, sister, granddaughter and friend. Recounting all the things I did and looking at them on paper reminds me I did accomplish something today.
I have two different kinds of list's the things that have urgency and my success list of things that I do on a daily basis that I don't give myself enough credit for. I don't necessarily separate them on paper it's usually all one long list! But there are two different reasons I list things one is to stop my mind from obsessing because I've been procrastinating and the other reason is to remind myself of all the little things that do count. Plus I get allot of checks on my list that way! Here's an example of today's list.
Some times I'll make my list at the end of the day I write every thing down from giving Shelby a bath to reading her a bed time story and brushing her teeth, a feat in it's self, it all counts in my book. I'm a working mom housewife, daughter, sister, granddaughter and friend. Recounting all the things I did and looking at them on paper reminds me I did accomplish something today.
I have two different kinds of list's the things that have urgency and my success list of things that I do on a daily basis that I don't give myself enough credit for. I don't necessarily separate them on paper it's usually all one long list! But there are two different reasons I list things one is to stop my mind from obsessing because I've been procrastinating and the other reason is to remind myself of all the little things that do count. Plus I get allot of checks on my list that way! Here's an example of today's list.
- Make breakfast
- Give Shelby a bath
- wash my hair! lol..
- put makeup on to remind my hubby I'm still the prettiest girl in his life (important need to do more often!)
- Take Shelby to the park
- finish painting dresser
- feed the fish
- fill out dream savers paperwork send it in.
- buy stamps
- do two loads of laundry
- fold and put away (with help from the family of course!)
- read handbook from work
- pick up living room
- go for a walk (to the park with Shelby)
- make dinner
- make meal list for two weeks......(something I saw on T.V. as a tip for saving money)
- Make a chore list for the family. I've been wanting to do this for along time (we struggle with keeping up on the daily things because we all have a full schedule and are tired at the end of the day).
- call dad.
Some of the things I want to accomplish like number 16 but I don't necessarily have to get it done all in one day just want to get it done with in the next couple days.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Narcissism can infect you too be careful!
nar-cis-sism
1. inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.
2. psychoanalysis. erotic gratification derived from admiration of one's own physical or mental attributes, being a normal condition at the infantile level of personality development.
My mom has always been that little voice not afraid to let me know I was posting an excessive amount of pictures on myspace, she would say "those are all the same picture honey are you sure you want to post all of them?" Why yes mom don't you see these are all very different? Look I'm wearing a hat in this one, my heads tilted to the side in that one and I'm wearing a new shirt in this one! I think she was embarrassed for me cause I was to stupid to see reality. I would get annoyed that she always had something to say and chalked it up to our age difference and her not understanding the "Internet age" plus I was single at the time so she didn't understand that this was all "normal". I was sorely mistaken years later I look back and am embarrassed to see all the repeat pictures I posted of myself feeding off my friends comments, my cheeks are red as I type this.
Mom you were right all along. My ah ha moment was meeting some one else who excessively posted self portraits on her profile on an almost daily basis unaware that every one is rolling their eyes at yet another self portrait exactly the same as a few days ago the only difference was the date it was taken. I can only wonder what people must have thought of me when they were bombarded by my weekly pic posts lol. Thanks mom you tried, guess I had to learn this lesson on my own thank goodness it was just a phase! I love you wise woman! I've discovered that true beauty is really to be humble. I still like posting pictures but now I try to mix it up and make them of others!
hum-ble
1. not proud or arrogant; modest: to be humble although successful
1. inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.
2. psychoanalysis. erotic gratification derived from admiration of one's own physical or mental attributes, being a normal condition at the infantile level of personality development.
My mom has always been that little voice not afraid to let me know I was posting an excessive amount of pictures on myspace, she would say "those are all the same picture honey are you sure you want to post all of them?" Why yes mom don't you see these are all very different? Look I'm wearing a hat in this one, my heads tilted to the side in that one and I'm wearing a new shirt in this one! I think she was embarrassed for me cause I was to stupid to see reality. I would get annoyed that she always had something to say and chalked it up to our age difference and her not understanding the "Internet age" plus I was single at the time so she didn't understand that this was all "normal". I was sorely mistaken years later I look back and am embarrassed to see all the repeat pictures I posted of myself feeding off my friends comments, my cheeks are red as I type this.
Mom you were right all along. My ah ha moment was meeting some one else who excessively posted self portraits on her profile on an almost daily basis unaware that every one is rolling their eyes at yet another self portrait exactly the same as a few days ago the only difference was the date it was taken. I can only wonder what people must have thought of me when they were bombarded by my weekly pic posts lol. Thanks mom you tried, guess I had to learn this lesson on my own thank goodness it was just a phase! I love you wise woman! I've discovered that true beauty is really to be humble. I still like posting pictures but now I try to mix it up and make them of others!
hum-ble
1. not proud or arrogant; modest: to be humble although successful
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