tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90702319238784792512024-03-05T00:49:34.721-08:00Let's Make It PersonalCome on in!!! Grab yourself some coffee, take a seat, put your feet up & make yourself at home. CAUTION: This is a new blog, a new venture for me so please be patient. We're under construction!Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-8483672222816364652008-09-19T11:04:00.001-07:002008-09-19T11:23:14.755-07:00My Find of The Day<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#009900;">So right now I am really, really, really addicted to reading many different blogs, and I'm sure lots of you can relate with me on this one. I mainly enjoy family type blogs, where us mommies talk about anything and everything under the sun. I also like funny ones, or the crazy ones that swear alot, or the modest ones that would never swear. I don't discriminate... I like them all. </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Well today, I stumbled upong this really super cool <a href="http://joysofhome.blogspot.com/">blog</a> (thanks to <a href="http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/">Becky</a> ) Ok. So the writers are a married couple: a self-made home designer <em>and</em> her husband, lol (she kids on a post about how her husband typed in 2 sentences while she stepped away from her computer and now hubby insists that it's <em>their blog</em> since he writes too! Plus, he helps her with some of her projects ). If you're into crafting and/or looking for good ideas to decorate your home, I encourage you to go visit her. Her blog is awesome!!! And I LOOOOVE craft projects. I'm such a dork, I swear. I don't know if it's due to getting older or the fact that I finally have my own house and am looking ofr ideas to decorate it, but as soon as I read a couple of the posts on her blog, I had to run to the store! And I got some really good finds, thanks to her ideas. </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Just don't tell hubby, 'cause I'm not supposed to be spending any money right now!!!! Shhhh!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Well, I'm off to craft.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I'll be sure to post pics when I'm done!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">=0D</span></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-89367359594183998952008-09-19T11:04:00.000-07:002008-09-19T11:09:31.861-07:00I'm still here!<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">Ooops!<br /><br />Looks like I've been a bad blogger and not posted on this here blog for a while. But that will soon change. I've been busy learning how to make clippies and hair bows and some other really cool projects.<br /><br />It's a love hate relationship with me and crafts.<br /><br />I LOVE doing them, but then I HATE how they consume sooooo much of my time ( and $$Money$$ especially since I don't have any of that right now! ) Yet, once I make something that I love, well... that's just my reward ! That sense of accomplishment ! <br /><br />I'll be posting pictures pretty soon.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">Promise!<br /><br />=0D</span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-5318040288386492412008-09-02T20:23:00.000-07:002008-09-03T06:49:17.547-07:00How is life different for your children than when you were growing up?<span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Today is the day that I have my weekly report to do from Ms. Kathy over at </span><a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Who does she think she is giving me MORE work to add to my ever increasing, yet never decreasing to-do list ? <em>Who</em> I ask? Well, a wonderfully funny person, that's who. One that is so nice & is willing to share the *luv* with us that not only is she giving us ideas of what to write, but she's letting us link from her site to ours, meaning that more than 1 person will likely be visiting. WoooooHooooo! That's exciting! So on to my assignment.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">How is life different for your children than when you were growing up?</span></strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">As a child myself, my mother never lied to me. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She believed in not lying to us EVER! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What she really meant was that she would not lie to us about Santa Claus. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She always clearly and distinctively told us he didn't exist. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She never lied about the Easter Bunny. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Again, doesn't exist. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She never lied about the Tooth Fairy either. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She made it very clear that we understood that she herself would give us money for our teeth, since other parents just put it under their kid's pillows anyways, <em>pretending</em> to be the tooth fairy because again, the tooth fairy doesn't exist. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was a sad little kid that was taught that Santa never existed. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was a sad little kid that was not taught how to believe. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The presents I received at Christmas were given to me by my mother, not by Santa. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She made sure we understood that. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Santa that went to our school every year and gave us a present was not the <em>real</em> santa like I so wanted to believe. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He was just Mrs. So&So's husband dressed up in a Santa Suit. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She made sure we understood that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Why Oh Why would she do that?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Why would she not just let us believe?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I love my mother to death, but what a way to crush a kid's heart. </span></span><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She didn't know that unknowingly she raised and taught us not to believe. Not to imagine. Not to hope. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">But don't go hating on my mother thinking of her as a cruel woman. She was not a bad mother at all. On the contrary, she's a great mom and was only trying to protect us. The reasoning behind her truthfulness is this. She grew up in a family of 12 brothers and sisters. As you may well imagine, having so many kids to feed and clothe, my grandparents didn't have much money.... Yes, they always provided the basics but couldn't afford much more. Well, my mother had girl cousins whose family was better off than her own. So when she was a child, she couldn't understand why Santa would always give her cousins such beautiful dolls and toys, while he only left her pieces of candy or cookies. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Year after year the story repeated itself. When she questioned my grandma, she would tell her this story about how Santa would start his route over by her cousin's house, and unfortunatley by the time he got over to their house he'd ran out of the good toys. Well, my mom's heart was broken year after year. Even though her mother tried explaining the situation, she couldn't understand why he couldn't change his route and start at her house so she could get a doll just like she'd ask him to in her letters to him. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">It never happened. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">And her heart was crushed. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Santa never did give her the doll she always wanted. Then she grew up & was told the truth that there was no Santa Claus, and she realized how year after year she'd been disappointed and her heart was broken, and she swore that whenever she had children she would never lie to them about Santa. Her children would not know the heartbreak of wanting and not receiving the toy her cousins or friends received from Santa. Her children would not question themselves on why Santa didn't like them, or liked their cousins more. Her children would know that the gift they received, be it a toy or a candy, was from their mother, because that was what their mother could afford, and not from Santa. Because Santa didn't exist, and she made that very clear to us. Her children would know that the gift they receive is what their mother could afford to give then, and not what Santa thought they deserve.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">So when I had children, what was I to do? Grandma lied to mother telling her Santa was real, only to crush her spirit when she never got the toys she asked for.</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Mother never lied, telling us Santa was not real, only to crush our spirit by not allowing us to believe.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Well guess what I decided to do as a mother ? To lie of course.... Yes, little white lies.<br />This mother <em>does</em> have her children believe in Santa Claus and the tooth fairy. The Easter Bunny not so much, 'cause I never understood that one! But what a cruel little world where kids don't believe in Santa. What a cruel little world where kids don't believe in the tooth fairy. That's the world in which I lived. And that is the world that I chose not to let my daughters live in.</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Sure, they've tried calling me out. After all, Monkey is 10 already and started doubting Santa ever since she started school and those stupid kids try telling her the truth. The truth! Don't you see, my baby can't handle the truth~ I like seeing my daughters live in the real world, yet mixed in with a little bit of magic. Because surely Santa requires at least a little bit of magic to make it all over the world in one night~ And it requires a little bit of magic for the tooth fairy to be able to fly each and every night, making her rounds, collecting all those baby teeth. And I see nothing wrong with little white lies that will provide my daughters with that little bit of magic in their lives. That little bit of hope. That little bit of make believe.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Plus, it's great to be able to say " Santa's watching. If you want a nice gift then you better behave!" which they do! Because they believe............</span></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></a>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-61662670073524195922008-09-02T10:32:00.001-07:002008-09-02T11:56:29.314-07:00Let's Try to Turn a Hobby Into Cash !<span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Sound like a plan?<br />Good!<br /><br />I'll show you my homemade crafts & you all show me the money !<br />=0D<br /><br />I really like the sound of that!<br />Now if only it was really that easy, right?<br /><br /><br />Well just a little fyi... I have my mind running around in circles.<br />We recently bought our very 1st home (Woooooohooooo!),<br />only to lose my job less than a month later !<br />bummer =0(<br />Thank God my husband has a good job where there's lots & lots of overtime, or else I just don't know what we would do! If at all interested, you can get a little bit more info in my other blog </span><a href="http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> and he just told me yesterday that come next week they'll be cutting on overtime. They'll still have it, but not as much. I'm happy for him 'cause he surely works waaaaaaaaay too much! But then come paycheck day, we'll have less... but oh well. That brings me to the point of this here post.<br /><br />I would love to help hubby with our little money issue, and being that I have little interest (lol) in getting a real job because I'm enjoying being here at home for my girls (AND the 7 hrs of complete and total silence in the house all by myself!) and the lack of after school care, and this and that... I would totally just LOOOOOOOOOOOVE to be able to make some $extra cash$ for much needed food & such to help hubby out a bit. All from my lovely little home.<br />A girl can dream can't she?<br />So I came up with a plan. Since I blog (hahahhaha, excuse me while I laugh at myself) NOT that I'm a professional blogger by ANY stretch of the imagination, I thought that I could post pics here and there of things I make, and if by any little miracle anybody would be interested, then we can do an even exchange.<br />My crafty products for your hard earned money!<br /><br />I told you I'm nuts! But hey, it's worth a chance.<br />Now mind you I have a miniscule amount of readers, but you are out there.<br />I know you are!<br />And I love you for even taking the time of looking and even coming back!<br />And surprisingly enough, I have readers outside of the US, how cool is that?<br />So please, don't be shy!<br />If you like me... Speak up.<br />If you don't... hmmmm, why wouldn't you, lol.<br />and if you like my products, then don't let your wallet be shy, 'k?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>*edited to add</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Please, please, please, please, please, please, please..............</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>DO NOT ( and I repeat) DO NOT take this as a pitty party post.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>I will be showing you items that I make, and if you like them, I would surely love to sell them to you. But please, DO NOT ( and I repeat ) DO NOT think that my children will not have dinner on the table if you don't purchase anything! although we might have steak if you do! ;D</em></span><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Ok, let me stop rambling and get things straight!<br />Basically I would like the ability to work from home. </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Yup! That's it. Pretty much!</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>I will show be showing some items I make.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>And if you like such items, then you will be buying them...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>If and only if you like them. Not because I'm asking for a handout, because I'm not.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>It's just that re-reading my post, it somewhat seems like that.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Maybe I should have just erased it and started all over, but I was too lazy to do that, PLUS, it's almost time for school to let out and I have to at least do something in the house. Throw in a load & wash the dishes, so they think I've been productive & not spent all day on the computer, lol.</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">** sorry for the technical difficulties people... I will be back as soon as I figure out how to post a picture on here =0D</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">haha! how about just clicking the button that says 'add image'? Duh!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Ok, so here's my first project that Im sharing with you all. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>Newborn Baby Gift Candle</strong> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXxwnZz-aB7vExDZVrGddnB16KkxQNJ6vELAt_Or1jV-YsWcjVztGyOxXgl4e-yY-wxH0UBFVkDs8YhzSq6hY3WBeoCqOpXD_Bk_s6oXWY7c7EmSyuCp6MY8s_GoHpNL-3goSz-ZnCkY/s1600-h/Marisol's+Pictures+479.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241489801163088818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXxwnZz-aB7vExDZVrGddnB16KkxQNJ6vELAt_Or1jV-YsWcjVztGyOxXgl4e-yY-wxH0UBFVkDs8YhzSq6hY3WBeoCqOpXD_Bk_s6oXWY7c7EmSyuCp6MY8s_GoHpNL-3goSz-ZnCkY/s320/Marisol's+Pictures+479.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Did somebody you know just have a baby? Are you looking for a unique gift that will be sure to stand out from the rest? Sure, baby clothes is A-do-ra-ble!!! But they just outgrow it. Give them a gift they will be sure to become a keepsake & they will treasure forever! ( Seeing that they don't actually burn the candle!) </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">It's a beautiful 6 inch candle, either in pink for a little girl or blue for a little boy. What I do with the candle is personalize it with the baby's birth information which is the following:</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Baby's Name ( first and last or first only. Your choice)</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Baby's Date of Birth</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Baby's Weight</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Baby's Length</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">and color of choice (pink or blue)</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">All the info goes into the text box that has the bow & cute baby footprints! Just like the picture above. I have sold these locally to friends & such, and they LOVE them. Although the idea is mainly for newborns, I have had friends order for their own grown children as a keepsake. So dont' be shy that you want one for somebody born in 1998. That's okay! It's just how often do you see such cute and unique personalized items at such an affordable price? S</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">omething the parents surely will love and treasure.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Oh, almost forgot... The price. I am willing to stop reading my favorite blogs & start making your candle for the super reasonable price of.................................................... $15.00 (US)</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">PLUS, add the matching album (shown in bottom picture) for only $5.00 more. The personalized album has baby's name & Date of Birth. And of course, I am custom making these items for you, so if you'd like to tweak it a little bit (not the design but the name & dob) just let me know. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">So all in all, for only $20.00, you'll get both the candle AND the album!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">What a GREAT gift (imho) for only $20.00. </span></p><p><span style="color:#663300;"></span></p><p><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgze9SqOsmlDsmVgnlCH8BemjXqD9DhHKY_wZV5UCKVF17caZYqx7Wbup1FHAdzuRFT5NsPmXSkrsw_BGqwob4wOpynOIYS-wMpDDY7XRtbO5Cbdiofbz4PT2EUcJXfDXw4YyCHztnivR0/s1600-h/Marisol's+Pictures+491.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241489805649272338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgze9SqOsmlDsmVgnlCH8BemjXqD9DhHKY_wZV5UCKVF17caZYqx7Wbup1FHAdzuRFT5NsPmXSkrsw_BGqwob4wOpynOIYS-wMpDDY7XRtbO5Cbdiofbz4PT2EUcJXfDXw4YyCHztnivR0/s320/Marisol's+Pictures+491.jpg" border="0" /></a></em></p><p>$20.00 for matching candle & album (personalized)</p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">I would really appreciate any comments, be it to ask questions, comments, suggestions..... Especially from anybody that might actually want to order.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">( I haven't gotten to the part of how I'm actually going to do that. Maybe ebay or etsy... We'll cross that bridge once we get to it)</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Look forward to getting to work for you!</span></p><p></p>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-11757672154654279472008-05-28T07:02:00.000-07:002008-05-28T07:10:03.921-07:00It's My Day Off! Woooooo-Hooooooo!<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">It's my day off! Woooo-Hoooo! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">How frieking awesome is that? </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Hubby's at work. Won't get home 'til at least 6 or 7 at night. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Princess & Monkey are off to school filling their gorgeous little brains with lots of useful, smart stuff that I must have learned years & years ago that I've already forgotten.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">And me, I'm off of work today!!!!!!!!! And I get to stay</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>Home alone!!!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Oh yeah! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Uh-huh! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">That's right! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Home alone! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">No kids! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">No hubby! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Just me! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Uh-huh!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Drinking coffee!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Reading blogs!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Uh-huh!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Lucky me!</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-81563803378325825862008-05-07T11:40:00.000-07:002008-05-07T11:59:24.362-07:00Extra Big-Mac Sauce, on the side please!<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">Is that too much to ask for? </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Come on, really!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Every.Single.Time. Yup, every single time I ask for 'extra big-mac sauce <em>on the side' </em>the drive-thru order taker seems confused for some reason. They always stay quiet for a while (while they ask their mgr if it's ok to do what this crazy person is asking for, I'm sure) and then say "ok, extra sauce on the side, drive up to the 1st window please"</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Yes! they finally get it. It's a regular #1, WITH a side of extra sauce. Cool. Drive up to the 1st window, pay the sucker, eh cashier working there. (please, take no offense to this is you yourself, your dear children or someone you know works there. I did my share of "do you want fries with that?" It happens to the best of us, really!) I Drive up to the 2nd window, get my drink & bag of food, which SHOULD have the extra sauce in there. You know, the sauce I asked for at the <strong>beginning</strong> when I first placed my order. The <em>same</em> sauce the drive-thru order taker asked his mgr about. The same sauce he said yes to. Yup, THAT sauce. Well I look in my bag (I've learned to do this after many, many disappointments in which i realize I'm missing an order of fries, a sandwich, the napkins, ketchup, straws, etc.<em> after</em> I drive off & then I get home only to discover what I'm missing. Then of course, I don't want to get bk in the car, drive back, blah, blah blah blah blah) Anyways, focus. I look in the bag and guess what????</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">No.frieking.big-mac.sauce.on.the.side!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Come on now, I ask you again, is that too much to ask for?</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-17351133750363399842008-05-07T09:11:00.001-07:002008-05-07T09:27:57.299-07:00Procrastinator that I am<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">As the great procrastinator that I am, the Pilates dvd is <em>STILL</em> in its original wrapping. </span><span style="color:#009900;"><em>THAT</em> really should surprise no one! (and I mean no one because no one's reading!!!) Ha! I made a funny! </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">No but really, <strong>I am the world's BEST procrastinator</strong>. </span><span style="color:#009900;">(see how easy it is to look for the positive vs. the negative?)</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I <em>will not</em> let the fact that the act of "procrastinating" is generally considered a relatively negative term.... Oh no! Let's look for the "positive". And the positive is = I am the world's BEST procrastinator.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">The unwrapping of my pilates dvd will have to get in line along with all the other shit, eh stuff on my to do list. (actually i don't have a to-do list, that'd only mean 1 more thing to do. You know, like actually sitting down and writing it, and <em>then </em>SEEING all I really have to do. Oh shit no! That's scary. I started hyperventilating just imagining that) </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">No! My "to do" list is in my head. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Maybe that's the problem.... Poor thing must really feel lonely in there. </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-47481811999749895022008-05-04T05:32:00.000-07:002008-05-04T06:28:00.435-07:00Summer's Almost Here<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">That time of year again folks... time to go shopping for <em>bathing suits!</em> <strong>Ooooooooh the horror!</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Now if you <em>EVER, ever, ever, ever, ever, eeeeeever </em>want to torture me, just tell me I need a new bathing suit. Done. Finito. You are now on my enemy list.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">However (and thank Goodness for my very own sanity) the shopping torture, eh spree... wasn't for me! Eeewh! I tortured myself about 2 months ago on that one! As much as I love to procrastinate about everything I possibly can, when it comes to bathing suits, I need as much of a head start as I can. Nothing, and I mean nothing (in terms of bathing suits where EVERYTHING is exposed, come on , it's like going around in your underwear for crying out loud. And I do almost cry out loud over bathing suits) is ever flattering on my skinny ass body as it is, and then having to choose from what's <em>left over.</em> I don't fucken think so. I CANNOT work like that. I need fresh new inventory. First dibs. On EVERYTHING. Even if it is only to prove that nothing fits just right. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">hmmm, I think I have to change my strategy next time I grow out of my bathing suit, eh my bathing suit shrinks. I should probably just go shopping at the end of the season, that way I won't feel so bad that the leftovers don't fit, because of course they don't fit ANYBODY or else somebody would have already bought them. See, I'm not the problem, it's the <em>suit.</em> Think that'll work? Me neither, but it was worth a shot.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Oh, and once I was actually done with the torture of buying my suit ( of course, a tankini <strong>with </strong>a skirt over the bottom area. How lame!) I came home and modeled for my husband. Well guess what he said? </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">"That doesn't look like a bathing suit! It looks more like an outfit." says dear <strong>old</strong> hubby.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I could have killed him at this point.... but he was right. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Sooooo, the big ol' Mexican macho that he is, I proceded to lift up my skirt to show only the bottom (which is straight out underwear except in a different lycra material!) and then lifted the tankini top to make it a bra... come on people, that's what bathing suits really are, your <strong>underwear</strong> in material that's ok to get wet constantly, but yet has no support in the boob area at all!!! and makes your butt look flabby for some reason. Ok so I basically transformed my grandma outfit (although in very hip, cool colors I might add, not the grandma flower type but brown with polka dots, very cute) into a bikini. And I showed my hubby what a <em>real </em>suit should look like. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">"Ok, so would you actually be ok with me walking around in a bikini like this, 'cause you know, it's just like if you're seeing me in my underwear?"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">"Uh, well" (knowing very well he's put his foot in his mouth and can' t back out of this one) " well, yeah, I guess. if you want."</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Woooooohooooooooo!!! So ok, I'm actually going to kick ass and work out big-time to fit my tiny ass into a bikini !!! First we gotta get rid of the small pouch, the small love handles, the cottage cheese & lift that tiny ass. Does anybody know of an excercise that'll lift the tiny tits as well? I need an excercise for that one! Lemme know, k?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">So Pilates video, after about 6 months in my dvd stash without ever coming out, your packaging is finally coming off. <strong>I WILL get my ass into a bikini</strong>. I can't die without ever experiencing it, and now that I have the blessing from my hubby, I'm a go for it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Kinda sad that I've never worn a bikini right? Let me explain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I've been extremely skinny all my life, and when I was a teenager (before kids) I felt my stick legs & small tits wouldn't do a bikini justice, so I never went for it. Stupid kid! I should have when I had the opportunity.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Now, after kids. Well I already mentioned the small belly, the love handles, the cottage cheese & did I mention the drooping boobs????? Kind of sad when I'm not even 30 yet... So mark my words, i will fit my ass into a bikini. <strong>I will!</strong></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Edited to add: </strong>Yes, Monkey & Princess did get their bathing suits. They had tons to choose from & they ALL fit perfectly. Go figure! Their problem was narrowing it down to one they liked the most. My problem, narrowing it down to the one I hate the least.</span></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-20873499182863441722008-04-16T06:28:00.000-07:002008-05-04T05:29:46.146-07:00" Your Mom's So Cool "<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#009900;">My head blew up the size of Texas just by overhearing a little girl's conversation with my oldest daughter Monkey...(yes, eavesdropping is my specialty, but shhh! don't tell my daughters) So imagine my surprise that while eavesdropping, that little girl uttered the most awesome, heart-warming phrase to my daughter. =D <strong>"Your mom's so cool!" </strong>Yes people, my job here has all been worthwhile! Who'd a thunk?</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Me, a mom, is cool! C-O-O-L! Like, omg! </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I knew this would happen in our very near future. That one day, not too far, far away, and as a result of having had my first child when I was only 18 (a baby myself) it would mean that I would not be the typical looking mom that looks like the <em>grandma</em>... Oh no! Not I! I refuse to let that be me, especially now. Now that I've been proclaimed with a very special title. <strong>I'm the COOL mom!</strong> Now I have a reputation to keep. ;D</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I've always known that I'm the type of mom that most kids think is the older sister rather than the actual mom...(how cool is that?) My daughter just loves to roll her eyes at that one, hehe. "Mom, can you believe so&so thought you were my sister? And they think I'm joking when I tell them you're my mom!" Ha! I love that! I always have, but now it's gotten better. Not only do I get to hear this from my lovely daughter, but now others think of me as COOL!</span><span style="color:#009900;"> Little tweenage girls, who are so hard to please, think little ol' me is COOL!!! (doing the happy dance) I know. I know. I've been gloating, and bragging, & gloating & bragging & all.... but there, it's all out of my system......... but I'm still pretty <em>stoaked</em>, hehe!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">And now that I have basked in all my glory, this 'cool mom' has to get off this 'puter to do some very, very cool things... Here's my list of cool things to be done today: Laundry, sweep & mop, vacuum, dust, make beds, clean bathroom & pay bills. There kiddos, still think I'm cool???</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">This "Cool Mom" is signing off!</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-62762811881970798662008-04-13T19:37:00.000-07:002008-05-04T05:30:34.946-07:00I'm Baaaaaack! And this time for good!<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Ok, so it's been a while since I've been here... Geez, that's an understatement. Halloween-time to be more exact.<br /><br />HALLOWEEN!!! That's when I was last on here! Geez Louise.<br /><br />Well Thanksgiving came & went ( on which I actually cooked my entire 1st meal EVER, with company & the whole 9) Then came Christmas , New Years, Princess' 7th Birthday, opening my big mouth & volunteering/becoming a Girl Scout Troop Leader, Valentine's Day, Anniversay.... such great blog material & what do I do. NOTHING! How pathetic. What a Loser with a capital L.<br /><br />But the great thing is I *have* been doing my homework to get back on track here ( reading other blogs like crazy!!! ) I just LOVE the blog phenomenon. I.am.addicted. The more interesting reads I find, the more I tag, therefor the more I HAVE to check everyday to read. How nosy am I??? It's just like reality tv for me. You get a glimpse into somebody else's life, and then you're stuck. You just can't get enough and you keep on coming back for more. So yes, I'm ADDICTED to reading blogs. At least it's a safe addiction now isn't it? But when I check some of my fave's & there's nothing new, AAAAAHHHHHH!!! Please people , entertain me! It's been 2 days & you've written nothing new!!! Please help my addiction here... after all, you created it! With that being said, that's why I heart Ashley, from </span><a href="http://ashleyscloset.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">http://ashleyscloset.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> Talk about a crazy chick, with interesting reads. And she supports my addiction. Not only does she blog EVERY day, on most days she does it more than once!!! Yes, I get more than just a daily fix. My hero! i heart you ashley!!!<br /><br />And just to get things straight, as much as i heart her blog & lots of others out there, NO I will not copy her or any other of my fave's writings. I respect them all, along with their work. Their material & their crazyness is ALL theirs for the keeping. They've just inspired me to follow in their footsteps & share a bit of my life here with you all... as boring as it may be. But I'll try to keep it interesting, & hopefully 1 day, somebody will be addicted to me!!! HA! Now that was a funny!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-20009202813008210692007-11-01T09:13:00.000-07:002008-05-04T05:31:02.841-07:00Halloween 2007 !!!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#009900;">Halloween !!! What a great day, isn't it??? </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#009900;">We all get to empty out our wallets to buy these super expensive costumes that our kids will get to wear for 1 day only or maybe 2 if you go to a weekend activity or party or something. Actually, maybe even more days if you count when they play dress up during the year, and then they actually might pass the costume along to their younger siblings or cousins the next year... Hey, I think I just corrected myself. Maybe we do get our $$$$'s worth... Well anyways, then our kids get to make out on their costume by getting paid back with <strong>CANDY.</strong> (Unlucky for us parents, the kids will be jumping off the walls on the sugar high, and don't even get me started on the dentist's bill ) But seeing their cute little faces when they <em>transform </em>into somebody else, that is priceless. I do love getting to see all the kiddos dressed up, pretending to be something they're not. Princesses, witches, fairies, vampires, firemen, spiderman, cartoon characters, ghosts and a whole bunch more. I loved it when I was a kid and now I love seeing my girls get all dressed up & transforming into something totally different. In fact, when I dropped the girls off at school in the morning, I actually stayed in the car just waiting for other kids to show up, just so I could see their costumes. I swear, I was probably more excited than the kids!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#009900;">Well, as for my girls, my youngest babe (6) was Princess Jasmine, but it looked more like a jeanie's costume, which she was totally ok with because it showed her belly. Which is great here in the South, they actually get to show off their costume, 'cause in Cali they had to wear a warm costume and then most likely put a sweater over, therefor defeating the purpose. Anyways, the Princess Jasmine wasn't my babe's costume by choice, but only because it was one of the only one available in her size at the Disney Store on <em>Halloween Day</em>. Yes, that's right, on the <em>actual</em> 31st of October. Jeez, I'm all about procrastinating, 'cuz I AM the Queen of procrastination. ( I actually work better under pressure, with deadlines to meet compared to when I can take my sweet time) but my baby beat me on this one... Well, the reason she waited to the last minute is a long story.... (to put it simply, I wanted to be a Martha Stewart, perfect momma sort of type which believe me did NOT work. I actually made her a Minnie Mouse costume with my own 2 hands, which is what she wanted to be. Well, the night before Halloween she started to cry because she didn't want to hurt my feelings, but she just had to tell me that the the costume I made is "<em>WEIRD"!!!</em> Ok, let's see. My daughter just told me that the costume I made for her out of a labor of love, the one that I went out and bought a $180 sewing machine to be able to make. spent entire afternoons putting together... and then was told, AFTER all that work was done, that the costume was weird. NO, that didn't hurt my feelings, not one bit. And in my defense, I think I did a pretty good job, but of course my daughter didn't. Of course, now I'm going to take sewing lessons, and gonna be soooooooo good by this time next year that she'll be begging me to make her a costume vs. the store bought one's, but I'm gonna tell her NO!!!!!!! I only make WEIRD costumes, and apparently, that's not your style!!! </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Ok, on with the show. My oldest daughter (9) was of course, who else??? Hannah Montana. No more girly princesses for her. Nooooo. She's too old for that. So we got her the wig at Dillard's which was the actual Hannah wig. It was pretty cool, with layered hair & highlights. My babe was super ecstatic to be blonde for a day, lol. She was all dabbed out with fake eyelashes, make-up, funky dress & everything. Pretty cool!!! As for me, I was my daughter's worst nightmare! Back in Southern California, many parents dress up along with their kids to take them trick-or-treating... Granted, we're not in our sweet old Cali anymore, and apparently that's not the case here. So I thought it'd be fun to dress up too. I had a grandma nightgown in my closet (that I bought for my mother in law, aww, how nice huh? Ain't I a sweet daughter in law??? ) So I put the grandma robe on, which is at least 3-4 sized too big for me, put a pillow on my butt, baby powder on my hair to get my grey hair thing going, & borrowed my neice's glasses and put them on the tip of my nose. Talk about being embarrassed by mom!!! Ha! Ha! Ha! Turns out, I now have a secret weapon against my kids. From now on they'll be blackmailed by me: "If you don't behave, I'll dress up for halloween again, and next time it'll be worse." Although it might only work the weeks prior to Halloween. Hmmm.</span></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-14775548933524461182007-10-27T15:35:00.000-07:002008-05-04T05:32:09.537-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ok, I'm new at this blogging thing as I'm sure you can very well tell. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well actually, that's true in part. I AM new to the writing of them, but not so new at <em>reading</em> them. I'm so nosy I love to read other's blog's whenever I actually have the time (or energy). They're so entertaining!!! And when I discover a good one, I just love to keep going back for more and more of what the blogger has to say...It seems like fun and I'm hoping that I can do the same with this here blog. Please note that I did say "hoping"... That doesn't mean it will actually happen. I might be the only one on here actually reading this here post. But that's ok! Rome wasn't built in a day. It will take time, practice & lots and lots of writing I'm sure, but there will come that day when I see more than 1 person (me!) has viewed this post, and there will come the day when I get my very first comment. BTW, to the very first person to leave a comment on my post, please be sure to leave your e-mail address and I'll send you something special... just for making my day!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ok, I just read that last part back to myself, and that sounds kind of creepy. I'm not trying to get people's e-mails or anything. I just will be genuinely very happy when I see the very first comment, and since I make personalized items (hence the name 'Let's Make It Personal' ) I'd love to send out a personalized 'Thank You' Candy bar for being the 1st one to leave me a comment. Anyways, crazy I know.... But someday it will come!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oh yeah, and that's what my blog will be about. The trials and errors, stories, etc. of being a mother, an aspiring real estate agent, and having a small business of personalizing items, such as candy bar wrappers, candles, pictures, notebooks and a whole bunch of other things that I will get into detail later. For now, this is just a pilot. Please stay tuned as there is more to come. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"><span style="color:#009900;">Promise!</span> </span></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070231923878479251.post-49521472556755172132007-10-27T15:11:00.000-07:002008-05-04T05:32:33.916-07:00Testing, testing, 1-2-3<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">This is a test. </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">This is only a test with the Solei Broadcasting System. </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">This is only a test.</span></span></span>Soleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733noreply@blogger.com0