Thursday, July 29, 2010

An Open Letter to My Face

Dear Face,

Usually, I like you. The freckles are kinda cute, and I like my eyes, and my teeth are amazing (thank you $5000+ in orthodontia!), but we need to have a talk. We need to talk about...


Let's be honest, face, I'm not getting any younger, and I aged out of puberty several years ago, so please explain to me why you feel the need to allow giant zits to come visit for a while. Seriously, these things do not like you, Face. They do not want to be your friend. They are angry and volatile, and if you are not careful, Face, they will take over.

Face, let's face the facts, shall we? We are no longer 15, and while I may want a youthful appearance, I don't want to look 15 if acne is in the picture! You know I don't have time to apply concealer, foundation, and powder to these places every day. I have a toddler. A toddler, Face! Do you know what toddlers do to concealer, foundation, and powder? They spill it everywhere and wipe all of it off your visage with their headbutting and their sloppy kisses and their feet waving all over you while they nurse!

Maybe I should take better care of you, Face. Maybe I should wash you more often than once a day. I do love you; I really do. You're the only Face I've got.

Let's age together gracefully, okay?

I'll forgive you this time, Face. But don't let it happen again!


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Call Me Lucy

Adventures, laughs, bumps in the road, and everything else that lines up with Lucille Ball, all line up with my life as well. So, you can call me Lucy!

My husband? Of course, Ricky! Do you think I get away with much? Well, normally, I try...but Ricky to the rescue to keep me from trouble. Most of the time. I thank God for him and how he balances out my life. He is my rock, right after my steady Rock(Jesus). He's my best friend and..he-hem, companion. Yeah, he's an awesome guy.

You have already met my friend Pinky and heard about her Brain. Pinky has been such an inspiration to me, as Ricky and I have dealt with being told we may never have children. You see, she's on the other side of the fence now. She's been there, done that, got the t-shirt. So, she's trying to help me find the right size.

Ricky and I have a story that is a little different than Pinky and Brain's. If you were reading closely(some of you are now re-reading above...haha, that's okay!), you noticed that I said we're on different sides of the fence. We don't have one like The Cute One, as we've been hoping and praying for.

We do, however, have a Precious One that awaits us in Heaven: I miscarried. Yes, it was the worst day of my life. We don't have any children, and my arms are aching for a child of my own.

What have I learned from all of this? What am I learning through all of this? That's what I'll be posting about. That and other odds and ends.

I've learned to laugh. A lot. Farts make me laugh. I know, I just offended 22% of our readers, because they think that the word "fart" is crude. Friends, it's okay. The average person farts 16 times a day. So what does all of this have to do with our blog?

Everyone farts. Yet, most people act as if they don't. Don't act like you have NO idea what I'm talking about. You pass a SBD(silent but deadly), and then you turn quickly down the grocery aisle so that the people around you have no clue who shared a free scent.

OR you know a loud cannon is about to erupt, and you squeeze your cheeks together SO tightly, praying that somehow you'll hold the fort down.

You are probably so confused how I'll tie this altogether. Stay with me. You'll see.

Just like farts, we all have stinky parts to our lives. We act like they don't exist, and we struggle to deal with them.

Let your farts go. Others will laugh with you. Trust me on this one!

In this blog, I'm going to let my thoughts, feelings, and experiences go by sharing them with you. Hopefully my blog posts won't stink; I do hope you "hear" them, though.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Things I Love: Thrift Stores

I hate paying full price for anything. Period. If somebody else is buying, that's a different story. But if I'm coughing up the cash? I want coupons or half-off or permanent markdown or blue light special or something, cuz honey, if it ain't on sale, I probably ain't buying it.

That's why I love thrift stores. I love that you can buy items for much less than you would buy them new. Sometimes you can even find stuff that is brand new, with the tags still attached!

Now, it's true that, at thrift stores, you may go in empty-handed and leave empty-handed. You may not find anything at any thrift store you go in, especially if you have something specific in mind. But that's part of being thrifty and waiting on the good deals. When you finally get that great deal, it is awesome! It's the same feeling that everyone thinks about when they think about honeymoon sex--fantastical fireworks and unicorns flying across the sky--except that with thrifting, it actually feels like that!

Here are a couple items I have found at thrift stores recently:

I love these shoes! They are Merona brand, and they are black patent peep-toe slingbacks with an awesome three-inch heel. These bad boys still had the original tags on them! They retail for $24.99. What did I pay? $2. That's right, my friends, two bucks. And a unicorn flies across the sky...

Here's my latest find, especially for The Cute One.

This vintage tiny trike was priced at $6. I say vintage because they don't make them like this anymore. They're all plastic or steel and not wood. It's probably 20 years old, and for it to look this nice at that age? Well, let's just say I'm not worried about it breaking any time soon.

Not only do thrift stores have tons of neat things, but they are available at great prices. And that's definitely something I love.

Want to know about what other bloggers love? Check out Things I Love Thursdays over at The Diaper Diaries.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

An Introduction of Sorts

Welcome to our blog, all ye who stumble upon this place! :o)

I am Pinky.

I am married to The Brain. Seriously, he is one smart dude. And his head circumference is in the 95th percentile for adults, so you know it's full of brains. The Brain is an engineer, and he brings home the bacon so I can stay at home with The Cute One.

The Cute One is just that--an incredibly cute, incredibly inquisitive toddler. His favorite things to do are, in no particular order, nurse, play, and get into everything in the house. Just now, he brought me his toothbrush, and a tube of Desitin. Right idea, buddy, but wrong end.

And rounding out our family is the Drama Princess. The Brain and I were called by God to bring her into our family. We are going to homeschool her and try not to bash our heads into the walls--teenagers will do that to ya.

Here are a few things that I am:
~A Christian. Jesus is THE one and only Saviour out there, and He is the reason I can laugh at my life and not cry about it. If you don't know Him personally and want to, all you have to do is pray this prayer: Jesus, I trust You to be my Saviour. I believe You died on the cross for my sins, and I admit that I have sinned more times than I can count. Please forgive me and come live in my heart. I will follow you all the days of my life. Amen.
~Random. The Brain says that I'm missing a filter in my head, so pretty much whatever I think comes out. He's only about 90% right; I do keep in some of the thoughts I have.
~A Mommy. Not necessarily a cool mommy, but I refuse to wear "mom jeans" or full coverage underwear briefs. So above "dork" on the mommy scale (though if you ask our teenage almost-daughter, she may say something totally different.)
~A Church-goer. I do lots for our church, and I love the spots I fill. It's a lot of work, but it's fulfilling.
~A Wife. I am so blessed to be married to The Brain. God knew exactly what He was doing when He put us together; he completes me.

There's so much to blog about, y'all: infertility, PCOS, raising a teen you didn't birth, and so much more. This is gonna be AWESOME!

Oh yeah, and I can't wait for Lucy to blog, too. Lucy is one of my dearest friends; I can share everything with her--and frequently do! We could totally be sisters, except that our moms are different, and we grew up in totally different states, and we don't really look alike. But other than that, we could totally be sisters!