tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27721445095737130172024-03-05T23:49:03.214-08:00i am simply nikkiSometimes it takes a little work... ...Sometimes I'm a little lazy.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-88590315435520426672011-08-16T20:45:00.000-07:002011-08-16T20:54:20.650-07:00New Mommy RideGot myself a mommy vehicle on Sunday. The Explorer basically has taken an indefinite leave of absence. We were trying so very hard to make it last until we could afford (another) new-ish vehicle, but it just wasn't having it. It overheated on Friday on my way to pick up the boys and it was either pull over to cool it down and be late to pick them up, or drive it hot. I drove it hot. Done. The car is done.
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<br />Sunday, the hubby and I went out van shopping. That's right bitches, VAN. I got me a hot little soccer-mom minivan, and I really actually love it. It's bright red with sleek black interior. It fits all my kids and they can hardly even touch each other. The big boy twins can sit all the way in the back and I can barely hear them (hallelujah!). Kinsey sits in one of the middle captain chairs so I can still reach her to buckle in and out, hand her sippies, or toys, but she isn't close enough to kick me in the back. It came equipped with a neat-o little "mommy mirror" too, so I can easily see all hands and feet! So, even if they try to (kick) reach each other I will catch them! Not a bad deal at all
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<br /><c>Here she is in all her glory, Cherry!</c>
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<br />The boys started Kindergarten last week. We are now on to week two. It was rough for me at first, but not too rough... now it seems the 7 hours go by way too fast. They are tired and looney when they get home. My life is at full speed and full chaos. We get home and two days a week have to rush off to TaeKwonDo, do homework, make dinner, take baths on bath nights, read stories, and go to bed. I'm completely screwed up if I don't make their lunch the night before. Twice I have waited until the morning and that just doesn't work. I forgot to put their juice boxes in the freezer (that double as ice packs), their water bottles in the fridge, and then I'm too busy making sandwiches to make sure they are using their toothbrush to brush their teeth and not as light sabers.
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<br />Last night I dropped them off with a friend from 5p-7p so I could go out for some mommy time... BAD IDEA. We didn't get homework done and I didn't make their lunch like I thought I would when I got home (I did throw the JB's in the freezer though! GO ME!). This morning not only did we wake up late because of the later bedtime, but I was making lunch while they were getting ready, and as we're walking out the door realized Cayden didn't do his homework. So, this morning the boys got their first tardy slips. We pulled in the parking lot at 8am on the dot, but by the time we got the slips the office admin of course noted it was 8:10... according to their clock. Funny thing, it said 8:05a on my cell phone when I got back to my car. Anyway, second week and our prefect attendance is ruin forever. Bad mom moment.
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<br />We got Kinsey enrolled in preschool yesterday. She starts the end of this month. I'm scared. Scared for her teacher. This girl can throw some adult sized tantrums! But, we need to get her to follow directions, and get away from me. She would glue herself to my hip if it were possible. She loves her some mommy. Haha.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-6641474003773833722010-08-03T07:53:00.000-07:002010-08-03T08:03:00.520-07:00On Top of the World!I'm trying to think of someone who would truly understand what my recent weight loss means. Not just someone who was heavy, and lost a lot of weight, no not that, but MY personal struggle. Someone who watched me struggle, and knows how much this meant to me to lose this weight. I've been with my husband for 5 years, have had 3 kids with him, and he has definitely seen every part of me inside and out. He's seen me at my thinnest (since gaining the 80+ pounds I gained, not my thinnest in life), and he has seen me at my heaviest, when no one else has. He should understand more than anyone. He is just preoccupied with work it's not satisfying when I tell him. I don't know why other than that, and he's a man he is thin as hell. He is very proud of me, don't get me wrong. I love the comments he makes, and how it makes me feel trust me. Maybe I just want to shout it and everyone be in awe, "I DID IT!". I'm not to my goal yet, but I'm so close. Closer than I've ever been before... 36lbs close. I lowered my goal also, so technically I'm even closer to what my original goal was. (I lowered my goal weight to give me a healthy "normal weight" BMI.) <br /><br />I am no longer 80lbs over weight. I'm no longer 200 or above. 220lbs is now a number I will never see on the scale. I am only 36lbs over weight. I am no longer THAT FAT. I feel great, and think I look a million times better, but I still have a ways to go. This belly is going to be a killer to get rid of. I'm just tickled, and so excited to get to my goal weight. <br /><br />Though let me tell you... I'm soooo mother effing sick of dieting!!!! UGH! I don't even know how I do it anymore, I feel like a drone. 36lbs Nikki 36lbs... so close. I can do this.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-84380669862881128922010-07-28T09:21:00.000-07:002010-07-28T10:06:26.009-07:00The Law of Making New Friends through a PlaygroupAhh the trials and tribulations of finding a play-date group to not only fit your child(ren), but to fit you as well. As I have posted about this before, <a href="http://iamsimplynikki.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-friend-dilemma.html">making friends as an adult</a>, this is very hard to accomplish! This year, however, I learned it's really not at all. It just requires a little bit of effort... on YOUR part (your being the person in place of looking for friends, like myself). <br /><br />Living in Central Phoenix, where it wasn't a family oriented suburb, but yet an urban city, there were no friends to find. So, to my excitement, when we relocated to a West-side Phoenix neighborhood I was THRILLED at the idea of updating my profile on meetup.com, and finding a new "mommy" group, because at this stage it was for mommy more so than my three kids. And I did just that! <br /><br />What I found was an amazing group, welcoming, friendly, kids in similar age, women in similar situations, work-o-holic husbands (so we could stay home), crazy kids, and not enough money for the necessary martinis to get us through. I found women who liked my company, as I did theirs. I felt accepted. <br /><br />So, why is it I just now found a group I connected with? Is it really because I didn't connect with the groups I have joined in the past (shortly after having the twins)? I was home one night talking to my husband, and I told him I realized what it is! I'm older, my kids are older. I'm not a 23 year old new mom trying to fit in with 30 year old new, or experienced moms. However, for as much as I thought that had to be the reason, that's not it at all. The reason is, I had been so deprived of socialization, I jumped into this new group full force! I attended every single meet-up event, participated as much as possible, went on the message boards daily, found members on Facebook, added them, and commented on their comments. They were forced to love, and want me... they had no choice. I was in their face. (Luckily, I'm pretty easy to love, I think ;-) Come to find out this is what it's all about, being involved. Until you have been friends for a long time, you cannot go weeks, or months without seeing someone, and expect there to still be the same closeness when the relationship is so new. Not only that, but to "groups" specifically, you cannot join one not attend meet-ups, and expect to have the same closeness as the women who saw each other the day before, and the day before that, etc... I am not saying you must attend every single meet-up, or even be super active forever for that matter. I am, however, saying that you must attend several in the beginning to build that trust, and foundation among one another. The beginning being about the first 3 months from the time you join, and participate in my opinion, but I am no expert! <br /><br />My theory is, forget about cliques, forget about not fitting in. We all have one big thing in common, we'll get along somehow, we're all mother's learning as we go. So, clique-shmique... no, but in order to feel connected, you MUST participate. I don't care how old you are, how many kids you have, whether you stay home, or work, whether you wear make-up or not, wear trendy clothing, or sweats and tees, if you do not see your new found friends on a regular basis, they cannot be your new found friends. It's just reality. (An additional reality is, you have to friendly, nice, non-judgmental, because if you're not than you have bigger problems that just finding friends.) You cannot be friends with people you do not spend time with. When you join a group, and feel left out, think about that, because the girls you may accuse of being "cliquey" just have more to talk about. They see each other on a regular basis, and conversations carry over to the next play-date. I can say this, because I've been on both sides of the fence.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-47504797329114331822010-06-07T18:17:00.000-07:002010-06-07T18:18:48.033-07:00ExhaustedI'm exhausted, and just want a vacation. The End.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-43667249349785861782010-06-02T14:14:00.001-07:002010-06-02T14:55:10.410-07:003 days short of a year later...I fell off the face of blog world, and I have no idea how it happened. Lots of changes, so where were we? Last June was like another world for me. Our business, that had just opened, is now over a year old, and doing extremely well. So well in fact that we are in the works of opening store number 2. Just sent our broker the financial statements last week. Working out the kinks, and then back to disappearing husband it goes! He's been home a lot more lately, but that's all about to go back to normal soon. We moved to a newer and improved house in February. My younger sister moved in with us in January. This is the main reason I got to move into the new and improved house really, and it was welled planned on my part trust me. Would you believe the husband and I actually missed the old shit hole house for awhile?! People are just never satisfied, are they? Creatures of habit I tell ya. Then Little Miss promptly turned two on February 1st, which was also moving day. She conked out long before the frosting was put on the cake. I have a picture of a sleeping 2 year old on the couch, and an untouched cake on the counter. That was the extent of any birthday celebration for her unfortunately. Next year we'll go all out, and actually let her have some cake though I promise! <br /><br />I'm contemplating that this next subject deserves a post of it's own, but since we're here already... The biggest, and best news (for me personally) is I have now, as of today, lost 55lbs! Not only is that a feat in itself, but this is the biggest victory of all, I am under 200lbs! After 8 years, almost a decade of diets, tears, sweat, maybe a little blood I am FINALLY under 200, and never going back! <br /><br />And the Little Miss is up, screaming. (Did I mention she is two?) Maybe this is why it's been a year...simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-56674204231622256762009-06-05T10:23:00.000-07:002009-06-05T10:28:59.986-07:00Frustration isWhat must I do to make my husband pick up after himself? I should change my profile to say raising 4! (Except then I couldn't write under 3. LOL) I'm not going to be able to keep that under 3 up there much longer as the twins turn 3 in July. so maybe I'll change it after their birthday. <br /><br />I gave all 3 kids a bath this morning. I always bring the kids up on my bed after for lotion, cleaning ears, and cutting nails. Then we kind of snuggle, hang out, and watch tv. So, Little Miss is on my bed, and I leave for a second, and come back to find what...??? Dear Husband had left his cereal cup on the headboard. Little Miss decided she'd take it and try to drink from the bigger-than-her-head cup. My newly bathed little girl is now covered from chin to knees in left over cereal milk. Her nice clean (cute) outfit is now in the wash. Excuse me while I go hose off my daughter now.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-10683466049809943192009-05-29T22:21:00.000-07:002009-05-29T22:26:05.907-07:00Annoyance for the dayWhen my father-in-law always says we leave lights on in the house everywhere (which we don't). First of all, you don't pay the damn bill. Second of all, I have 2 two year old boys as tall as fifth graders who like to turn lights on (and off). So, if you want to go around following them and turning them off be my guest. Don't fucking bitch about how many lights I have on in my damn house.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-6142390709609353392009-05-29T12:20:00.000-07:002010-06-02T14:54:11.717-07:00Why I can't wait to be thirtyI've said for the longest time that I can't wait to turn thirty. Everyone always looks at me funny, especially my husband. I say that, mainly because I feel like a kid still. I'm a mom of three, but a kid. The funniest part, is I am, and always have been, more mature for my age. I've dealt with a lot in my life, and I pretty much raised myself. I don't choose conflict when I could, and I always take the higher road. (I like to think I do anyway.) I like to have fun, don't get me wrong. Sometimes I act goofy, and sometimes I make bad choices. Overall I liek to think of myself as mature. <br /><br />When I go to mommy-groups I'm always the youngest. I never connect with anyone, because who needs an older "daughter" when their looking for friends. It doesn't help that my budget bracket is extremely low, I'm not a home owner, and let's face it I'm under experienced. I can't wait to be thirty, and my kids are 6 & 7 so I cross over into the more experienced mom catagory. Even if I act like a kid at thirty I'll be an adult. Yeah you're legal at 18 or 21, but your not truly an "adult" until 30. Because through most of your 20's your in college, then you're settling down, and then just having babies. At 30 your graduated (typically lol), married, and your kids are 5+. <br /><br />I don't know why, because I don't have any prior experience with kids, but always felt I was this beyond fabulous mother. I was confident is really all it was. Had no idea what I was doing, but I was confident that I did. And I did well. My babies made it. And 3 and 1 they are doing pretty good. However, I and a problem thinking I was a better parent than other people because I had so much confidence in what I was doing. I made my kids eat healthy food, I limited sugary drinks and fatty, empty calorie snacks, I taught them manners, and made them behave. They are well behaved, so whatever I did I did it right, but in all reality I had no idea what I was doing! I have no idea as to how to handle a 4 year old or 5 year old, a teenager, etc... I can't wait to be thirty to have that experience under my belt (not the teenager, that will be 40, but that's going overboard. LOL) So, that I won't be looked down upon as a kid. I can't wait to be thirty. Four more years to go. Oh and I also can't wait to be thirty because then my husband and I have made it 7 years, and that's huge.<br />simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-76894482187028074832009-05-26T20:59:00.000-07:002009-05-26T21:49:40.465-07:00My take on Jon & KateThe internet is BUZZING with rumors, disgust, and just all around talk about the TLC "reality" show Jon & Kate Plus 8. (I don't feel like linking, if you want to know and don't just google it.) <br /><br />Now let me put a disclaimer on this post: I do not know these people. I don't know what is "really" going on, whether it's real or staged or who is hurt and who is lying. This is all just my thoughts on all the drama. <br /><br />First and foremost I hate to see any family divorce. It's hard on EVERYONE. The kids, the spouses, families, and in this case (fans?). However, divorce is common. It happened to my family, and it happens to a huge percent of families all over the world. It's not typically the end of the world. The kids will be confused and hurt, but as they grow up will understand. And quite possibly, they may come to resent mom or dad for however or whatever happened (meaning if it was because they decided to "sign their life away" to TLC). That will be their issue though (Jon & Kate's not the kids), and only they will know. Because, honestly I don't think anyone really knows except them and possibly TLC, right? Jodie (sister) and Julie (sister in law or something like that) can say whatever they want, but who's to say what they are saying is real? Why should we believe them anymore than Kate (or Jon)? Why, because why lie about the bad truth?! Maybe because they are pissed Kate wouldn't let them make money off the show? Which people are also upset about. Because every rich person shares their wealth with their family, right? Pfft right. <br /><br />My take on Jon & Kate: Everyone, that I have discussed this with, is quick to take Jon's side. Kate is a bitch (we all have seen it, have you seen me after a long day dealing with 3 kids and a husband that isn't helping as much as I think he should be? I think I'd be an super bitch with 8!), she only cares about the money ($60k-80k an episode wouldn't make you care?), and is a horrible person for putting her kids through this and kicking all family out of their life. People are angry because she is focusing on her career (which in this case yes, happens to involve the entire family. However, I'm more talking about the stuff she does away from home like the book tour), and is leaving Jon at home with *gasp* ALL 8 kids! (Might I remind you they are now all 5 and up.) How come no one thought it sucked that Jon worked so much and she was at home with them all day everyday when they were babies, toddlers, and preschoolers?! Have you raised multiples or siblings?! Do you know how hard it is? How frustrating it is to be stuck at home, and never get away? I don't care if TLC was paying for every vacation or remodel. If you are always with these little kids, as much as you love them, it wears you out. And she did it for four years. He's done it for 6-8 months and already is calling out divorce (or drunken nights with college girls!?). Has anyone stopped to think about this? <br /><br />Now, I'm not saying she is making good choices, but I am saying cut her some slack. The income they make from TLC is what provides for them, is what makes their life EASY. However, if it came down to the money or my marriage well honey, you better believe I'd tell them to take it and shove it. BUT I'd wonder why my husband wasn't on board? Is it because he doesn't like being photographed with the college girls on the weekends, or because he worries about his kids? What really is the issue? He didn't seem to have a problem the first three (and half?) seasons when he got to leave every day and go to work. But now that he is stuck at home with the kids he's "not himself" and "might as well be in prison" WELCOME TO MY LIFE BABY DOLL! And every other stay-at-home parent out there. I just don't think people realize this. <br /><br />What ever is going on, I just hope they think about their kids, because that is truly what is important. And at this point I don't think even ending the show would save their marriage. Like Kate says "Jon's upset we can't go back", and she's right he is, but instead of running and all that try to compromise and make adjustments. However, personally I think she is too into doing the show to give it up, and he has just had enough. I get that. I couldn't imagine trying to run from the paparazzi. It's like you can't get air, but he should have thought about that from day one, not season four (or five now)... why is he still on it then!?!? <br /><br />And as far as the sisters go... well who the fuck knows about that. One writes about how awful it is for the kids, the other writes about how fake it is. I think they are just both pissed they don't get in on the dough from it (again why now at season four/five after they got kicked off!?! It wasn't bad for the kids when they were younger?). I think it's fake, and I'm sure there's scripting. Who wants to watch any family (especially of 10) watch TV or eat hot dogs? No, there's gotta be something interesting going on. I think Kate is selfish, but when you have a carrot in front of your face sometimes you lose sight of other things. I think Jon is just out of touch, and the responsibility of 8 kids has hit him. He was 23 when they had the 6... twenty three! At 22 and 26 my husband and I freaked out about having 2 at once. I'm a bitch to him when he "disappears" during events with the kids where I need him, and I nag and I bitch and I nag. The difference... my poor husband doesn't have any proof because we aren't on TV. Lastly, as far as rumors stating that Jodie isn't on the show because Kate didn't want her to make any money from it... again... people... come on. If that's the truth, well then that's Kate for ya. Remember this people will say ANYTHING to hurt ANYBODY. Especially family. We all know it. <br /><br />Watch their show or don't watch their show. It doesn't matter, because somebody always will until they don't, and then it will die out. Why do you think we have 8 "____ of Love" shows on MTV? Because people like reality TV & drama. Networks will MILK it forever and at whatever cost. As I said before, I just hope Jon & Kate think about their kids. (I'm not saying I think them being put on TV is bad or child abuse, because I don't. There are a MILLION child actors/stars which also doesn't make it right, but I'm not here to start that all up. What I am saying is that I hope they make the right decision in their marriage, and that someone compromises, and they do what is best for the kids and partly themselves, because no one should live miserably.)simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-89243606837544014542009-05-19T11:09:00.000-07:002009-05-19T11:19:20.846-07:00Been gone a long timeI mean both from blogging, and just life itself. I feel like I'm disconnected. Things are looking better now. Husband was gone from sun up to sun down the last 3 weeks because of the store we're opening. I took the kids and we went to Tennessee to visit family for a full week. It was fun, exhausting, stressful, and more fun. The kids were worn out, and so was I when we got back. Finally feeling a little more adjusted. Hubs is working a more consistant (always gone) schedule, but at least I know when he'll be home. His partner and him are talking about hiring someone, but it doesn't mean he'll be home anymore. Just means he'll be able to do more for the store like order inventory, pr, set up website, and ebay store, etc... I'm adjusting to this life though. Thought of the twins starting preschool in August is keeping me sane also. <br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I love my kids (duh), and I love that I get to raise them, and be home. However, give me a break... they don't like being stuck in this house (because it's 120 outside in MAY!) any more than I do. Also, I look forward to giving Kinsey the one on one time she likes, as I did with the boys when they were her age. <br /><br />Still battling weight loss. Still depressed. Still waking up every day on a diet, and going to bed every night binging. One day, one step at a time. We'll see. <br /><br />I'm just so unmotivated in life right now. It comes and goes in spurts. I hope this passes quickly. I'm not focusing on Scentsy at all, even though I have a home party this week. I'm not knitting anymore, and I miss it. All I do is watch the kids (and I mean watch), and eat. This isn't how I like my life. I can do better than this. My kids need me, and I need to get my head out of my ass... sorry. <br /><br />In good news we got hubs bike all fixed up ($1100 later...) which means I get my SUV back. Even though I can't leave during the day (because I babysit Monday thru Friday) I feel better just knowing it's there. I'm not on 24/7 lock down. 5:00PM rolls around, and the kids and I can go to McDonald's play place, the mall, or whatever. Every Saturday, while the hubs works, the kids and I can go swimming, the park, etc... Even if we are broker than broke, and I'm not happy with myself, and the kids are bored, a little bit of that will be better when I get my car back. I'm also looking into buying an elliptical machine to use at home, or a cheap gym membership... I need exercise to feel better. I think it will help. <br /><br />Just a little update in random world...simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-13439228716457545012009-04-30T18:15:00.000-07:002009-04-30T18:22:10.822-07:00And the winner is...Chrissy over at <a href="http://usmyers.blogspot.com/">The Myers Family</a> for <a href="http://iamsimplynikki.blogspot.com/2009/04/scentsy-wickless-candle-giveaway.html">this</a> giveaway. <br /><br />Thank you everyone for participating! As a thank you, I'd like to send each of you your choice in a Scentsy Car Candle. Please email me prior to 10:00PM MST with what scent you choose. Go <a href="http://scentsy.com/phx">here</a> to see our 80 different choices in wonderful fragrances. You may comment here as well. My email is Gowickless09 at gmail dot com. <br /><br />The giveaway may be over, but don't hesitate to place your order for a Deluxe Scentsy Warmer today! <a href="http://scentsy.com/phx">See my website here</a><br /><br />Be sure to stay tuned for more giveaways also! <br /><br />Thank you!<br />Simply Nikkisimply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-81150495272172118562009-04-28T11:01:00.001-07:002010-06-02T14:54:11.724-07:00You have everything I ever wantedThat's what my mom said to me when she left Easter weekend. <br /><br />Really? You wanted to be $20,000 in debt before age 25? Have 3 kids all under 3 by age 25? Barely pay rent, own nothing, and never see your husband? Have no car, be stuck in the house 7 days a week? Live in a state where very little of your family lives? Be over weight, but get so depressed you don't do anything about it? Be served papers for the debt you owe. Have a vehicle repossessed because it hasn't been paid on in 2 years? Have your husband laid off, no job for 6 months, on welfare & government health care, and not a penny to your name? IS THIS REALLY EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED? <br /><br />Because I think you had most of this most of your life, but gave it up. Aren't you lucky? <br /><br />You think you want everything I have, because I don't focus on the bad. I try to fix it, not far yet, but am hopeful that I can eventually. Just made some crappy decisions at the start. I put on a happy face, and try to take care of my kids. I try not to whine, and though I don't always accomplish that I try. simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-47662230636100365652009-04-28T10:12:00.000-07:002010-06-02T14:54:11.728-07:00The road to rainbows and glitterI don't think I was ever promised any rainbows or glitter in this lifetime. Not sure where I get the idea that I even deserve it. I guess I just can't figure out what I'm doing wrong. Also, not sure what I should believe in. Are we dealt band hands, is Karma playing a role, and if so, why is mine so unfortunate? <br /><br />I was dealt a mother who's brain stopped maturing at age 12. A father who had no clue (emotionally) that he had a daughter until she turned 23, got married, and had kids. I do not have a terrible life by any means at all what-so-ever. I'm fortunate, I'm blessed, and most of all I am loved. When I tell people a little about my upbringing typically the first thing they say is "wow, and you turned out so normal". The first response I give it "well, through it all I always knew I was loved & wanted". So, in raising my children it's something I make sure to pass on. I constantly tell my kids how much they mean to me, and how much I love them. I may be harsh sometimes, I'm not always the nice-guy, and sometimes I don't pay enough attention to them. However, I always tell them they are my world. Knowing actions speak louder than words I give multitudes of hugs & kisses, I read to them, I look at them when they need me too, and I am sure to always set aside time for just them. I am hoping that this overrides any of the mistakes I may make during their life, and there will be lots. <br /><br />Some of my mother's were putting herself first with her boyfriends, not her children. Never knowing where we'd live, what school I'd go to, and never getting custody of my half-sister because her dad fought for her. (Mine didn't.) These things made my childhood unstable, and anxiety stricken. Drugs, fights, and unstable moods were some more. Raising my little sister when we did have her, and never knowing what would be in our future at age 12 made me grow up a little faster than I should have. But I need to give credit where credit is due. My mom made sure to teach my sister and I to cook, clean, balance a check book, pay bills, put on tasteful make-up, and be crafty also. I have memories of baking cookies, making lunch, duck parks, holidays with family, and making all kinds of fun crafts with her. We were never denied pets. We wanted a kitty we got one. A dog? Sure lets get 2. Bunnies, rats, lizards, etc... Unfortunately, I think that was because my mom was just as much a kid as we were. I remember her helping me dress for my first school dance (I looked ridiculous, but it's the thought that counted), teaching me how to dance, all 3 of us dancing to Patsy Cline in the living room. I remember getting to tag along when she had her newspaper route, and singing Wild Angels at the top of our lungs together at 4 o'clock in then morning. Sadly, as much as those times stick in my head, the rough times just cut a deeper notch in my life branch. At age 13 my world changed forever with my mother. <br /><br />Her and I were best friends... until 1996. She lost everything then. We were loving in the cottage of my grandparents house. Her and her 3rd husband (or was it 4th?) had been separated after being evicted from the only like-house we lived in. Apparently cocaine was a much better deal than rent at the time. My mom has never worked. Sporadically here and there, but never long. My grandparents, I'm guessing, were fed up with it. I was in the last part of 8th grade. About to start high school. Middle school was the first time I stayed at the same school ever. So, I had friends I now had known for at least 3 years (5th-8th). A first for me, being that I went to 10 different schools before 5th grade. My mom was kicked out, and we were going to stick together and be homeless basically, but together. About a week before this was going to happen, the reality of living in a tent, and having to go to school without showering hit me. As much as I loved my mom I couldn't be homeless. As much as I had a non-existent relationship with my father, and though he only had a 2 bedroom apartment with 4 people already, it was a roof with a shower. I broke the news to her, and to no surprise to me she was angry at me. 13 and she was angry with me for not wanting to rough it with her. "But I thought we were going to stick together through this?" I will never forget those blaming words. Like I deserted her. Like I was the one that wasn't there to provide for her emotional needs, when she couldn't even provide for my physical needs. I didn't ask for her to provide much for me, and hell I could say I didn't ask for her to have me either. I hated the times she made me wish she hadn't. My sister and I weren't ever the dream she wished we were. The kids, the husband, the house on the hill with the white picket fence. Honestly, she had us because she thought she could give us what her mother never gave her. Love. She did her best, or I like to think. What she gave us in love she lacked in stability and security though. <br /><br />She didn't speak to me for almost a year after I had abandoned her. At times I wondered if she were lying dead somewhere. (And as my life progresses, unfortunately, it's not a worry I have been released of.) I didn't even know where she was. My first day of high school was without my mother. My caregiver (or supposedly) of 13 years, and she wasn't there. She wasn't there for my first kiss, first boyfriend, first prom, first anything. I think she eventually came around about the time I graduated. She was back at my grandparents by then. <br /><br />This post could go one for days. I tried therapy to try and figure stuff out, but I'm level headed, and the therapist just agreed with me the entire time. I "turned out" okay. I wish I had turned out better than okay, but okay is better than how she turned out. There is nothing to figure out. It's just how it is. Occasionally I have a tinge of hope she'll change, but little by little I have learned better. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Luckily I have people in my life that fulfill a mother role as much as possible, and for that I am blessed with many rainbows and glitter! There just is always going to be that part of me that wished I had a relationship with my mom. It will always hurt that I don't. I just fear that as much as she tried to be different than her mother, I will try to be different than mine, and I will fail like she did. I'll never really know how horrible her childhood was, I know what mine was like, but I often believe she turned out worse. Not sure her mother ever told her she wasn't ready to be a grandma yet, like she did when I had my first children. That is a broken heart that will never mend. As crappy as she was to me sometimes, I never once doubted she'd be the one there when I had my first baby (in my case, babies). So, when she left without saying goodbye, when I heard from her dad (my grandpa) instead of her that she was leaving town, and from my sister that she had said "I am sick of hearing about the babies, and I don't want to be a grandma" I will NEVER forgive her. Nothing she had done up until that point had hurt me like that did. She could be mad at me for not being homeless with her, and wanting to live with my dad, but you will not hurt my children. <br /><br />This post has become much longer than I intended. Needless to say, my biggest fear as a mother is becoming like mine. I know we all say we don't want to be like our parents, but in my case I feel it a little bit stronger. simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-4959481915717704452009-04-27T11:42:00.000-07:002009-04-27T12:05:55.414-07:00Scentsy Wickless Candle Giveaway!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlfYLQDpA4Hw5uH4UfoV0sBssyR53Wcneqc2oOPYjKt2YzaqxtW9vhLquh6GgEX3tp5FpmpmFJKc-DNetLH1oEITZOekh0MoU1vvAM0dETisYnbZzrAhCxKL-WyJaWFJSU_ZO0l3bng_c/s1600-h/new_products.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlfYLQDpA4Hw5uH4UfoV0sBssyR53Wcneqc2oOPYjKt2YzaqxtW9vhLquh6GgEX3tp5FpmpmFJKc-DNetLH1oEITZOekh0MoU1vvAM0dETisYnbZzrAhCxKL-WyJaWFJSU_ZO0l3bng_c/s320/new_products.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329448103167601842" /></a><br /><font=Sister Frisky><font size=14>Scentsy Wickless Candles Giveaway</font></font><br /><br />Unique Scentsy Warmers use a 25-watt bulb to melt wax slowly, maximizing the fragrance time of the Scentsy Bar or Scentsy Brick. No flame, soot, or wick; making it a safe way to enjoy more than 80 Scentsy fragrances.<br /><br />You notice something different about Scentsy the first time you smell it - it's simple! An elegant ceramic warmer, a highly fragrant scent bar, and with a simple flick of the switch, your room is filled with one of Scentsy's unique fragrances.<br /><br /><a href="http://scentsy.com/phx">Check out my website!</a><br /><br />I am hosting my own Scentsy Giveaway! Here's how to win your choice of product packs in a Scentsy Giveaway Pack! Packs consist of your choice of fragrances in 6 Scentsy Car Candles ($15 value) <b>or</b> 2 Car Candles & 1 Room Spray ($14 value) <b>or</b> 1 Scentsy Plug in Warmer & 1 Scentsy Bar ($20 value!) <br /><br />-Go <a href="http://scentsy.com/phx">HERE</a> and browse our online products. Tell me which Scentsy Warmer you'd order for your home. Tell me which one in the comments on this entry. <br /><br />- Follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/miss__nikki">Twitter</a> & Twitter about the giveaway for an extra entry. (If you already follow me, just twitter about the giveaway) Be sure to tell me you've followed me in the comments, and so I can follow you back! <br /><br />- Post about it in your blog, and leave a comment with a link to your blog post for an extra entry. <br /><br />-Receive <b>3</b> extra entries for placing a Scentsy order now, Hosting a Scent Event, and/or becoming a Scentsy Consultant! (You'll get even more free stuff by becoming a consultant and/or hosting an event!) <br /><br />Giveaway ends Friday April 30th. Get your Mother's Day orders in by Friday for guaranteed delivery! Great Mother's Day gift, and great way to get extra entries in giveaway!<br /><br /><b>PLEASE be sure to leave your email address, so I can contact you if you win. Winner will be announced by 7pm on Friday, April 30th 2009.</b>simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-80122995628203433372009-04-21T13:57:00.000-07:002010-06-02T14:54:11.733-07:00I hate being aloneI love my alone time, but my entire life I have been surrounded by a large family. Siblings, parents, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc... We were always with family on vacations, holidays, birthdays, summers, weekends, whenever. <br /><br />Ever since moving to Arizona where I have exactly 2 family members in the Phoenix area I have been lonely. Now I have my husband and kids and still no family to have them be with. I want to move. Closer to more family. Which inevitably would be Tennessee, because that is were the greatest quantity of family members reside. 90% of my dad's side lives there, and Tim's grandma (maternal) and aunt live there. <br /><br />My only dilemma is that I can't bear to leave the 2 family members I have here. My aunt, who is actually my great aunt, is like a mother to me, and grandmother to my kids. I would be incredibly sad to leave her and lose that closeness. Incredibly. <br /><br />I hate it here though. I really do. I want all my family in one spot. simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-36752188041650738832009-04-21T11:58:00.000-07:002009-04-21T12:00:53.656-07:00A Giveaway from The Benner Daily!Because I <i>really</i> want one of these camera straps, I'm entering another contest to win one! <br /><br />Shealynn makes adorable camera straps, go check them out <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5114995">here</a><br /><br />Enter her give away to win one <a href="http://shealynnbenner.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-giveaway.html">here</a><br /><br />Fingers crossed that I win!!!simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-24996053105312746232009-04-18T21:36:00.000-07:002009-04-18T23:10:55.763-07:0011 O'Clock and I'm in tearsI'm in tears reading about <a href="http://remembermaddie.com">Maddie</a>. I never knew her, and never will know her. I don't know her parents, and yet I am just beside myself with their story. And how on Earth that beautiful little girl was taken away from her loving parents way before her time? Not a day has gone by since I heard about her passing that I don't stop to think about her, or read a little bit more about her short life. It just brings me to tears. <br /><br />I will never understand why this kind of pain happens. I will never understand why children are hurt or die. <br /><br />My daughter was born premature, my pregnancy was high-risk, and I was advised that my daughter may not make it through the pregnancy. Though I find it hard to believe in a God that would take away a wonderful, beautiful child such as Maddie from her loving parents, I thank Him everyday for the gift that is my daughter. She was born small, but with no health problems, and I am thankful. Everyday. I am also thankful for my handsome twin boys of course, as they were a high-risk pregnancy also.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-11086787752276222992009-04-17T23:08:00.000-07:002009-04-17T23:19:23.570-07:00I have a husband, I swear.My husband as of last Monday became a business owner. He opened up a retail store on the west side of town. He has been MIA since. I think he still exists, but I have yet to see proof. He's gone ALL THE TIME. I miss him, and I miss my brain. I've lost my mind, and it must be with the hubby. <br /><br />He is always out doing things for the store, and soon (once the doors open) he will be AT the store. I use to complain that he was never home when he worked a 9-5, but worked over-time. He was always home for dinner, and bed-time routine, and every weekend. His over-time was 30 minutes here, maybe an hour every once in awhile. I'm looking toward a future of no dinner with the hubby for the next year unless I eat at 9pm. Putting the kids to bed by myself, every single night. Having to explain to them that daddy is at work, and that is why he can't tuck you in, read you a story, or give ni-night kisses. It breaks my heart. It also drives me insane, because he was my helping hand at dinner time, brushing teeth, reading bedtime stories, and tuck ins. He kept them out of my hair while dinner was being finished up, or I was doing dishes. He's my partner, and I desperately miss him, and it's not even bad yet. He will be gone every night soon. The only day we get is Sunday. And I expect a lot of outside errands will need to be done this day. <br /><br />Instead of focusing on the fact that I will soon be a single mommy. I try to focus on how wonderful my kids are, and how fortunate I am to have a husband willing to bust his ass so that I can raise our children. How much this will make our life easier in the long haul. How amazing my husband is for reaching for his goals, and achieving them. But I'm not perfect. For moments that I need him, and he isn't here I completely forget how awesome he is, or how awesome the kids are. I curse him in my head, and want to throw things. I often whisper to myself that if I wanted to raise kids by myself I would have, but that I chose to be married with kids not alone. Then I take a deep breath and try to remember the good. But for a few moments everyday I curse my MIA husband. <br /><br />I will never know how he sold me on the idea of owning our own business equaling him being home more. Having kids rots your brain.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-51778706658949239362009-04-03T16:15:00.000-07:002009-04-03T16:39:51.031-07:00I try to smile more every day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lk_8V4SQNtHeKjqbHQA3iAwpeVWaxqfz0qnIFgpeQtvX80tt79TpP4ukfYtMjmx1VMqucJuxvNDjI6gLkzj1qI1fYIxSeUY5S5E8uSOCWX2fWlysx05j3ETUTfIp0pOZgulBnvODAMXy/s1600-h/P1060742.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lk_8V4SQNtHeKjqbHQA3iAwpeVWaxqfz0qnIFgpeQtvX80tt79TpP4ukfYtMjmx1VMqucJuxvNDjI6gLkzj1qI1fYIxSeUY5S5E8uSOCWX2fWlysx05j3ETUTfIp0pOZgulBnvODAMXy/s200/P1060742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320612167548572834" /></a><br />Why is it that everything in life is "I hate that I have to do this now, but I'm going to miss it when it's gone"? For example, every child (well most) hate taking naps when they are young. Every parents wishes they could take one, or at least do so without the quilt of whatever else isn't getting done. I put my 14 month old daughter down for a nap just now (at 4pm) and as I shut off the light, tucker her in, I remember the same feeling I use to get when my mom put me down for a nap (at a much older age of course), and at that very moment I wished I could have enjoyed it like I would now. That dimly lit room, where the last of the sun is trying ever so hard to get through the curtains, and you're sleepy, but not tired. Just turning the light off in her room gave me this feeling. <br /><br />Then I started thinking about high school, and how that's the same thing. Now granted I don't ever want to go back to the awkward moments of high school. Like where I thought color changing shoes were cool... no. However, knowing what I know now I'd love to be given the opportunity to appreciate it as much as I do now. The value education holds, and how far I could have gone if I had only realized this sooner. How much I'd love to learn about the history of the world, just to feel smarter. Regardless that I stay home with my kids everyday, I want to be smarter. Lucky me I can learn whatever I want, but I don't get much time since I'm wrapped up in trying to take that nap I mentioned above. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdCPYveCMxBryqvogorNUwA079OKT5L1aCNFakF_zsx9SgzHjODHmxHnEgaiHAUOAmuIOYMuQl-iRZ5ySPc1_B5NQxN8aPQeVftbC8__1qzGbKAUxgqnZyV46UUvct1eoNj63gZ43Y8Xk/s1600-h/P1060678.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdCPYveCMxBryqvogorNUwA079OKT5L1aCNFakF_zsx9SgzHjODHmxHnEgaiHAUOAmuIOYMuQl-iRZ5ySPc1_B5NQxN8aPQeVftbC8__1qzGbKAUxgqnZyV46UUvct1eoNj63gZ43Y8Xk/s200/P1060678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320612514600910226" /></a><br />What else in life is like this? College, your first car, what you do with your savings money, credit cards, etc... A lot having to do with financial planning, but that's me personally. There's plenty of people that made much better choices than I did. The nap thing is something that everyone took for granted as a kid. <br /><br />Then I wonder, since I realize this now will I learn from it? Will I appreciate things that I typically wouldn't appreciate. I can try. Mostly likely I won't, because you never notice how great something (even small things) is until it's gone. Songs & stories that tell us not to left things unsaid, or not to forget to do the things you want before life ends get to me, and I try to live life like that everyday. Most days I don't though, I'll be honest. I get caught up in the "future" not the here & now. My 14 month old daughter is 14 months already. I already am forgetting what it was like when she was a newborn. It went by so fast. The twins will be going into preschool this fall, and I'm so excited I can't wait. Next thing I know they'll be in the 5th grade, and I'll be left there with packed lunches wondering what the hell happened. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzGVWbqN2WfBR9PWS5QHXgLOP1EDx3OlAcGl9Lhrx6tNBDXOExILtKBNxKg30d8vuFlKeqZWwU3zZkXs-zfD8ZypbtLjxY8GAW13GKNB4sNkTmxuOB3i3hDU5vCc_fH-GTrXRNONpHqXz/s1600-h/P1060694.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzGVWbqN2WfBR9PWS5QHXgLOP1EDx3OlAcGl9Lhrx6tNBDXOExILtKBNxKg30d8vuFlKeqZWwU3zZkXs-zfD8ZypbtLjxY8GAW13GKNB4sNkTmxuOB3i3hDU5vCc_fH-GTrXRNONpHqXz/s200/P1060694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320612676313919490" /></a><br />I'll end with this: live in the moment, enjoy your kids, spouse, parents, and siblings. Try not to stress too much about your future, and smile a little more often. I'm going to go spend some time with my kids instead of yelling at them to leave me alone before I lose my train of thought. Haha - Live Laugh Love.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-4877246553533011002009-04-01T14:59:00.000-07:002009-04-01T15:35:46.667-07:00Because friends should grow on trees in my backyardFirst of all I ALWAYS spell dilemma wrong, thank God for spell check. I don't know why, I just always mix up the i and the e. Back on track...<br /><br />This isn't really about best friends or any issues with best friends or any friends at all. Really I'm looking to express my feelings on friends. They are a lot of work, but like all relationships totally worth it in the end. Granted it's a healthy relationship. My kids are a lot of work, well no... bad analogy. I'd boot my kids if I could too probably... JUST JOKING. I swear I wouldn't. <br /><br />So, I often talk about how I wish life were like it is in the movies. It's the only part of me that is crazy and unrealistic, but in reality it's far from who I am typically. I allow this one fantasy, because I'm pretty level headed the rest of the time. So, in addition to wanting to be the cool mom where all her kid's friends hang out, I also want to have the house where all my girlfriends gather. I long to have such good girlfriends that they don't knock when they come in. They just do. They don't call, or have to schedule "meet ups" eight weeks in advance (I seriously have a girlfriend I'm suppose to hang out with on the 19th... and this was planned weeks ago... who the hell knows what they will be doing 2 months in advance?!), nope, just stop by on a regular basis. Watch tv together, cook together, have date nights together, family outings and vacations together, you know movie stuff. Or am I completely out of the loop, and everyone does have this, but me? My aunt in TN has friends like this. Every time I call her she's got someone over. She has family over for dinner, and friends. <br /><br />See then there is a part of me that is so super glad I have only a few friends, and none that live within a 45 mile radius from me. I'm lazy (read title). Having friends is work. You have to hang out with them to reassure them that you like them. I'm horrible at keeping in touch, so if they don't contact me chances are we will lose contact. It's not always this way, just usually during the first stage of friendship. If it surpasses that new stage then it's all good. I have a friend who lives a couple of hours away we won't talk for weeks sometimes even months, and then all of a sudden one of us calls the other and it's like we never missed a beat. Her & I are one in the same... she should live next door to me. I don't know how to meet my neighbors, and most of them are 80 and up. But I'm just like every other girl. I need girlfriends. I love catching up, hanging out, shopping, just someone to talk to that is female. My sister lives far away, I'm not close to my mom, and my cousin who was going to move here is now not. I live in what I call a deserted island of Central Phoenix. Everyone else either lives west side or east side. Then I wonder if all the new friends I meet don't keep in contact because they don't like me. I often wonder if I'm hard to get along with. I personally don't think so, but don't we all say that? I know for sure I don't mean to be if I am. I try to please everyone, and I'm genuinely nice. I do things when I can, help when I can, offer a hand, etc... <br /><br />When you meet someone for the first time, let's say at a mommy group, do you call them later? Is there a 3 day rule? LOL jk. I met some nice girls at a mommy group, but now my schedule doesn't allow for me to go to any meet ups. Most women already have their friends. Oh and fitting in with their friends once you are friends is a whole new one too. All this stuff is complicated. At the end of the day I'm thankful for my family, tell myself I don't need anymore friends, and be on my way. Deep down I'm lying. I want friends. I want friends that live close, will come to my house, and do things with my family. I love to host get togethers, but for some reason I always fail miserably. Is there a meet new people host a get together book out there? If so, I need it. But let's start with finding friends in the first place. <br /><br />My husband and I were out at the community garage sale last year, where we met Holly & her husband (can't remember his name). Hubs talked to them more than I did, as he was buying speaker boxes from them. Well, he ended up getting their number, and ended on the note we should all hang out. I think they text him once saying "let's get together this weekend". Well, it was right before Thanksgiving, right before Hubs lost his job, and our trip to bear country. Needless to say, we never hung out with them, and we haven't heard from them since. <br /><br />Last month I rented a booth for Scentsy at a consignment sale, and met some new people there. Got some of their contacts, even emailed one (I think LOL!), and nothing. <br /><br />I go to mommy groups constantly, never click with anyone, and like I said everyone has their friends already. I don't know what the hell the point of a mommy group is anyway. I think there is something seriously wrong with me. One of my friends (also a mommy of twins) I met through a mommy group years ago, and we have gotten very close (probably too close sometimes). For the life of me, other than she was the ONLY person to show up to a playdate I hosted, I cannot remember how we continued to be friends. Did she call/contact me? Did I contact her? Did I go to one of her playdates? I vaguely remember she invited me to her cookie party, and I brought my husband along because we set him up with her husband on a mandate... that's right. I think that is how it started. Now this girl's got lots of friends, so I was just lucky enough to be taken in. Honestly, if it weren't for her I wouldn't have any friends within a 100 mile radius (she's the one that's 45mi away). <br /><br />I always say I can't wait until I turn 30. You may laugh, but so far being under 30 has sucked, because everyone I meet with kids close in age to mine are 30+. And they don't like me. When I'm 30 my kids will be only enough to have been in school for awhile, and sports or other activities, and if I don't make friends then well I'll just call it quits. I think what gets to me, is I'm very outgoing, not shy at all, and love to meet new people. I sure as hell married the wrong guy that's for sure. My husband has less friends than I do, and is 10x more lazy. I just need to start putting myself out there, and most of all keep in contact.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-43620987108980497352009-03-24T11:26:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:33:50.590-07:00Easiest chicken recipe ever.Here's my dedication to becoming a better housewife. I give you recipes. (Off the back of the mayo jar.) Just kidding (about the housewife part, not the mayo part that part's true). I'm an awesome housewife. I cook, clean, organize, grocery shop on a budget, find things when they're lost, make appointments, remind everyone of what they need to do, I'm supportive, and well you get the point. I'm good. With the help and recommendation of a <a href="http://usmyers.blogspot.com/">friend</a> I started planning the weeks dinners on Sunday, and made out my grocery list to accommodate said dinners. I use to HATE cooking. Mostly because I'm indecisive, and hated the clean up. Since starting to plan my weeks out ahead I have began to <b>love</b> cooking. So, when 4pm rolls around on Wednesday my exhausted brain doesn't have to <i>decide</i> what's for dinner. LOVE IT. I love finding new and yummy recipes, I love recipe swapping (please feel free to do so!), and I love feeling so organized and possibly so domesticated. <br /><br />My aunt, who is a wonderful cook, called to tell me there was a very simple, but yummy recipe on the back of the mayo jar. I ignored her for about a week (meaning I just didn't make it), and then this week she reminded me of it. Probably after I complained that I didn't know what to make. Things have been crazy around here since my husband is trying to start his own business, and so I've been slacking also. Well, I'm getting my butt into gear! Sort of. Anyway, I totally planned out this week, but somewhere along the lines got messed up and didn't have anything to make. This is when I probably complained to my aunt, and was reminded of the mayo recipe. So, I made it. She is a blessing, always is, and never fails. The recipe was a breeze, yummy, and I will make it again. <br /><br />I'm sharing: (not that you couldn't find it o the back of the mayo jar either, but whatev)<br />Original recipe found <a href="http://www.bestfoods.com/recipe_detail.aspx?RecipeID=8366&Version=1">HERE</a><br /><br />Parmesan Crusted Chicken<br />Prep time: like 2 minutes<br />Cook time: 20-25 <br /><br />1/2 cup Best Foods Real Mayonnaise (and I bet you could use the light or Olive Oil kind and it would be just as good!)<br />1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese<br />4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves<br />4 tsp. Italian seasoned dry bread crumbs<br /><br />Combine mayo and cheese. Spread on chicken, then sprinkle with bread crumbs. Bake at 425, 20 minutes or until thoroughly cooked. <br /><br />I put the chicken in a 8x6 glass baking dish spread the mayo & cheese on top only and sprinkled with bread crumbs. I also greased the pan with Pam because, even though it didn't say, I didn't want to chance it sticking. I guess one could assume since it didn't say you don't have to, but like I said I'd rather not take my chances. You know I love scraping baking dishes oh so much! Anyway, was a great and fast recipe. I also have mayo, always have chicken breasts (the frozen in a bag ones anyway), and always have bread crumbs. I just happened to have the grated parm. And if you don't have Italian bread crumbs, use plain, but just add whatever spices you like. <br /><br />Maybe when I get this blog thing organized enough I'll start posting my weekly menu on Sundays. No promises though. Oh and now I'm totally sitting here with the mayo jar on my computer desk. Don't you DARE ask me why I didn't just copy it off the web page. Some things just can't be explained.simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-30382059581188637842009-03-20T14:39:00.000-07:002009-03-20T14:44:17.494-07:00Here's what we think of itThe twinsies in their room for the first time after <a href="http://tinyurl.com/d8bpa3">remod</a> <br /><br />Connor already trying to figure out how to get those stickers down:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY218TD36eBChH8zzKzRQjlq7eW3hld0rtDJIB1zlgh9mP13GqfoAD6hdYMYKjnBzEc9LMarHRWTrGuHcmn690NWi2nMBtbetAjNbLQINTdfCAU92hlNkZ4z94Y0rWIfkryNeX9rxCFQRY/s1600-h/IMG_4002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY218TD36eBChH8zzKzRQjlq7eW3hld0rtDJIB1zlgh9mP13GqfoAD6hdYMYKjnBzEc9LMarHRWTrGuHcmn690NWi2nMBtbetAjNbLQINTdfCAU92hlNkZ4z94Y0rWIfkryNeX9rxCFQRY/s200/IMG_4002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388112114126418" /></a><br /><br />What mom?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKaqtdHEGkvrWPzWL7kXnUyLaBMTa2flnYS4P0IwiuSn7fOgj4xG4-Ka6O9_AL7QRk3TJW6GqeLMyChXiWidQGP8OUi931y3V-pv6s0dcSKsroXAMZxJiRMzE_Jfv4to_pu3e4dNfRA_8/s1600-h/IMG_4001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKaqtdHEGkvrWPzWL7kXnUyLaBMTa2flnYS4P0IwiuSn7fOgj4xG4-Ka6O9_AL7QRk3TJW6GqeLMyChXiWidQGP8OUi931y3V-pv6s0dcSKsroXAMZxJiRMzE_Jfv4to_pu3e4dNfRA_8/s200/IMG_4001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388289739665026" /></a><br /><br />This is what Cayden thinks of it, boring! *yawn*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_Jl4eDZCAXjlLDXIJ_kbhYbsGkbdeX2qOYzZJau4Ocqt7kOlke5EMyBpbEdyZQqj6PPt0S2hY207QwhOAXVJ5XuYTFet0NAdEafXigbJ7l1LIdvF_1Ift7Gjpr6JqAMTKl4iGkvUOH4f/s1600-h/IMG_4004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_Jl4eDZCAXjlLDXIJ_kbhYbsGkbdeX2qOYzZJau4Ocqt7kOlke5EMyBpbEdyZQqj6PPt0S2hY207QwhOAXVJ5XuYTFet0NAdEafXigbJ7l1LIdvF_1Ift7Gjpr6JqAMTKl4iGkvUOH4f/s200/IMG_4004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388386748111266" /></a><br /><br />Just kidding<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRo8e1dlElENIc2IrYCx0V6xuMq6nDrQZXO5f7aF8DgSW4X3FpiEkARzhwY45RnYdWBIUFKSFTL11wJCRg86pfo_FQJxoYv5UgpvdNvgpi196I_enqG_BMioXB52C9BQCQ8uRsY7ihllB0/s1600-h/IMG_4006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRo8e1dlElENIc2IrYCx0V6xuMq6nDrQZXO5f7aF8DgSW4X3FpiEkARzhwY45RnYdWBIUFKSFTL11wJCRg86pfo_FQJxoYv5UgpvdNvgpi196I_enqG_BMioXB52C9BQCQ8uRsY7ihllB0/s200/IMG_4006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388555465390546" /></a><br /><br />"Yeah, it's cool. Now lets call our friends and let them know"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrQfmWdDSkl8m7o92sGFBfvspsPb6mpfK2Lm7UljguFbvp-fJwtCaDn5sZtcJswmJ_UIcabWikCACEQPCzvA-XcmQ5EpmjCMOMv73a2dzXWeP7k0_Rt0dlgjQ5uhvyv2hvOkyxQO7tg3N/s1600-h/IMG_4007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrQfmWdDSkl8m7o92sGFBfvspsPb6mpfK2Lm7UljguFbvp-fJwtCaDn5sZtcJswmJ_UIcabWikCACEQPCzvA-XcmQ5EpmjCMOMv73a2dzXWeP7k0_Rt0dlgjQ5uhvyv2hvOkyxQO7tg3N/s200/IMG_4007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388662917800418" /></a><br /><br />Cuties!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF7NhvxpdvTiMPSjvcoCNR6FAN7Tt6wxL5ShzGxEFLmSOMm48OKkSMfb1CIvch13bo5SWw_3SSwRnxNyl58bwE72aaiUZLF234VuKqEXKHclsJPLHZERbV_Dsb7Y4UMTFni-EX-uLnpCi/s1600-h/IMG_4009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF7NhvxpdvTiMPSjvcoCNR6FAN7Tt6wxL5ShzGxEFLmSOMm48OKkSMfb1CIvch13bo5SWw_3SSwRnxNyl58bwE72aaiUZLF234VuKqEXKHclsJPLHZERbV_Dsb7Y4UMTFni-EX-uLnpCi/s200/IMG_4009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388922897348210" /></a>simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-91416392698042448752009-03-20T14:26:00.000-07:002009-03-20T14:27:08.013-07:00Remod of the twins roomSince we moved into this house, a year ago, I have wanted to paint the boys' room. Well, for once my procrastinating paid off. I originally wanted it blue. Thinking it was a nice boyish, easy color. I officially have decided on red. Everything in their room is blue. In fact since the day they were born everything they owned has been blue. I'm sick of blue. Also, a nice red wall will look really good up against their blue race car beds. That is the real reason I chose red. I thought it would be fun to do before & after pictures. <br /><br />Before: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQR4vC_S_DUwAKJKYhfQyvVYXaCI2NhtsU_SnlKEvyExpW-5mYJ4Sd-XhaQj6VbYW1sOBaT4YY1wOMxUxeouTcHXpmTFKQ9GgHsUeCOHWLlwWv5zfvnq5dJM_UNLfv6VvBmg9PkEmR9EhO/s1600-h/IMG_3956.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQR4vC_S_DUwAKJKYhfQyvVYXaCI2NhtsU_SnlKEvyExpW-5mYJ4Sd-XhaQj6VbYW1sOBaT4YY1wOMxUxeouTcHXpmTFKQ9GgHsUeCOHWLlwWv5zfvnq5dJM_UNLfv6VvBmg9PkEmR9EhO/s200/IMG_3956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305190592706338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvecM4Dn5h2bVoFd9_kDRvirE9JMHKJ33xggCzE3x0x-8LMR8A1v-gywCNGk2SREtH9wI64yx0GpvHfJEmN_EPveu8zdVZKQN0b_txOj7Aws5QeMFNVpshwZotYZrF2H9LPQRJDEmfFJEi/s1600-h/IMG_3958.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvecM4Dn5h2bVoFd9_kDRvirE9JMHKJ33xggCzE3x0x-8LMR8A1v-gywCNGk2SREtH9wI64yx0GpvHfJEmN_EPveu8zdVZKQN0b_txOj7Aws5QeMFNVpshwZotYZrF2H9LPQRJDEmfFJEi/s200/IMG_3958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305341855186914" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PczJIwp31NcbJRuI3XpB6vHhlLDQsZGrW8aJvqQbDjiJx2pB8aHrfpGPZT_yJbgEmfpUO2JyB48m8SdZChr3cEbPluRJBR-LEaoT3_61dQMTbxphc5GuPgVB71IlV5xS8c0wosg1ISrQ/s1600-h/IMG_3961.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PczJIwp31NcbJRuI3XpB6vHhlLDQsZGrW8aJvqQbDjiJx2pB8aHrfpGPZT_yJbgEmfpUO2JyB48m8SdZChr3cEbPluRJBR-LEaoT3_61dQMTbxphc5GuPgVB71IlV5xS8c0wosg1ISrQ/s200/IMG_3961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305452629132754" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7lrScj0j-caU9baPuHbuOYgjSD0NMjzT7Sqzk23ha_CMujxdzOvXpxy-uHALY1XaM5vX2LZWIoDKhbLrsGcTX81W48htS8RgNm6rKbILeAyApR8q4tQjIpY-xKrUu3urD-DYrfQyiKF6/s1600-h/IMG_3966.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7lrScj0j-caU9baPuHbuOYgjSD0NMjzT7Sqzk23ha_CMujxdzOvXpxy-uHALY1XaM5vX2LZWIoDKhbLrsGcTX81W48htS8RgNm6rKbILeAyApR8q4tQjIpY-xKrUu3urD-DYrfQyiKF6/s200/IMG_3966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305840094024546" /></a><br /><br />Pretty boring, huh? Granted, they usually have LOADS (and I mean LOADS) of toys, blankets, and shoes everywhere. They have a toy organizer, and hamper, etc... It's not really THAT boring. I mean the color. <br /><br />Here's the after: (left side of room)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcldhw5uelrVgp8jOiQBNa3ZHRK8UnF5zke4sIL32JOB-1OX9SsWuetEZjSMTPR6GYGbByknarEAiNgQWXlBcvshMHLsgoYDw0nBLJTOZN-8siLT-nLue7K9A0jia8aGCqAN5pI7VYdS4/s1600-h/IMG_3985.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcldhw5uelrVgp8jOiQBNa3ZHRK8UnF5zke4sIL32JOB-1OX9SsWuetEZjSMTPR6GYGbByknarEAiNgQWXlBcvshMHLsgoYDw0nBLJTOZN-8siLT-nLue7K9A0jia8aGCqAN5pI7VYdS4/s200/IMG_3985.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315382637907836658" /></a><br /><br />Closet:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBT-tR-c_VN8Qj7lqUm8zzWvMgAfPtggvnjZ0Hb0XSOTmXKQtR8eYAux8JIQCjrCfr8dKxeC-b3XkANRouwVsXd9tgBVjgvAqkeErSqLQNBzXIDYb7qDg3upuDPa3hbXcsEOEMcJq8SIC/s1600-h/IMG_3987.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBT-tR-c_VN8Qj7lqUm8zzWvMgAfPtggvnjZ0Hb0XSOTmXKQtR8eYAux8JIQCjrCfr8dKxeC-b3XkANRouwVsXd9tgBVjgvAqkeErSqLQNBzXIDYb7qDg3upuDPa3hbXcsEOEMcJq8SIC/s200/IMG_3987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315382882755015234" /></a><br /><br />Entering their room:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNylzujSsco91XXgyl3ObfjN105hXNX64bECXv8Z8mkv7-QN-2QrvUz-BKlhZqjCsBaw-c6UxS9UZ4RQ0Oxx3qCXplGKVKoOLCxFDJ8Y2CdKfoFTQ2z-DnZEhA1KFPRh8tBzcO1Q63NV6W/s1600-h/IMG_3989.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNylzujSsco91XXgyl3ObfjN105hXNX64bECXv8Z8mkv7-QN-2QrvUz-BKlhZqjCsBaw-c6UxS9UZ4RQ0Oxx3qCXplGKVKoOLCxFDJ8Y2CdKfoFTQ2z-DnZEhA1KFPRh8tBzcO1Q63NV6W/s200/IMG_3989.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315383009592817106" /></a><br /><br />Floor/Baseboards:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjueNMDgYXCpC-Vf5D8QDW19VoehKdf2_rJP37ZA_9bprYq7LB1Yul3hTOMXGUMDfgsLSQc0JcAYKpJ1PF23q4rQjr3fzB6jsYMSX5o6VRYkBDm_2R7UYhT3wj2rLnMN5gAn68FrqKrZ9Ms/s1600-h/IMG_3992.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjueNMDgYXCpC-Vf5D8QDW19VoehKdf2_rJP37ZA_9bprYq7LB1Yul3hTOMXGUMDfgsLSQc0JcAYKpJ1PF23q4rQjr3fzB6jsYMSX5o6VRYkBDm_2R7UYhT3wj2rLnMN5gAn68FrqKrZ9Ms/s200/IMG_3992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315383144145356402" /></a><br /><br />Right side:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9C7t4fRc9R95FqNuvp3s5HkHjLZdXmGpWajTeBsyh1saQx7bmA5R4Yffv0EjhB1D5NPPVK_Xb2-CX9EhgQ0dw4lf4SFO-mCoI4ftCUm3WNRaNXouOVBLXPoLigKA0W5QZ_roBVcXfma0/s1600-h/IMG_3996.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9C7t4fRc9R95FqNuvp3s5HkHjLZdXmGpWajTeBsyh1saQx7bmA5R4Yffv0EjhB1D5NPPVK_Xb2-CX9EhgQ0dw4lf4SFO-mCoI4ftCUm3WNRaNXouOVBLXPoLigKA0W5QZ_roBVcXfma0/s200/IMG_3996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315383362369834658" /></a><br /><br />Center (what you see when you walk in):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnVurH0uRXwWH0iOpdbGMtyueesO9p5InOMhsUjAE_JArHVPlcJEMK3mSOtIQaUYQKjbf25Zkb5TLmcQHJW4fMWjO_VbaUqcTuSSG3nQl_pq0jcCIQkbyIFye7QbM73XcKcLsl05x4ZhV/s1600-h/IMG_3997.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnVurH0uRXwWH0iOpdbGMtyueesO9p5InOMhsUjAE_JArHVPlcJEMK3mSOtIQaUYQKjbf25Zkb5TLmcQHJW4fMWjO_VbaUqcTuSSG3nQl_pq0jcCIQkbyIFye7QbM73XcKcLsl05x4ZhV/s200/IMG_3997.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315383479508768546" /></a><br /><br />Back: (We did the a/c vent, light switch, and outlet covers in silver)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYHK1AIIdb-S4h8fx68VSJclmJpLFV87UEn6czY2P5O0UnSDmEZ_C2aLy1ImkBxlP_RXLzFOwkUe9Y9A973_PveYfUi66qv1rm-oQ7ckcGLczXF_Ezx5kVeS-KX09LP5fYs3GHydm344o/s1600-h/IMG_3999.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYHK1AIIdb-S4h8fx68VSJclmJpLFV87UEn6czY2P5O0UnSDmEZ_C2aLy1ImkBxlP_RXLzFOwkUe9Y9A973_PveYfUi66qv1rm-oQ7ckcGLczXF_Ezx5kVeS-KX09LP5fYs3GHydm344o/s200/IMG_3999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315383627347103442" /></a>simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772144509573713017.post-74129601583163482892009-03-17T15:17:00.000-07:002009-03-17T16:57:22.732-07:00New Giveway at Imperfects blog!I want to win this giveaway, because I failed HORRIBLY at making my own camera strap covers, and being unemployed makes it impossible to afford the luxury. Though, once I can afford it I will definitely purchase from Shealynn's awesome Esty store!<br /><br />Check out how to enter the giveaway:<br />Imperfect's blog giveaway <a href="http://lindseycheney.blogspot.com/2009/03/giveaway-sheyb.html">HERE</a> She also sells awesome items from her store The Pleated Poppy!<br /><br />Also check out the awesome prize:<br />Shealynn's awesome Esty store <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5114995">HERE</a><br /><br />Check it out and win one of these: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhiyAxn70fAeh8zHP2BfT7F-S20fSCXqiKXzYmVB7I-HocHEE-SZZCZV8M2NfM3OB1JYVkAVfeucFWyI8Dpb9VmkEkLTUO0inSevMTXA0yi_HF7AFAyzBH3u8uRtANgoq5nksmxPshVtB/s1600-h/il_430xN.61290851.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhiyAxn70fAeh8zHP2BfT7F-S20fSCXqiKXzYmVB7I-HocHEE-SZZCZV8M2NfM3OB1JYVkAVfeucFWyI8Dpb9VmkEkLTUO0inSevMTXA0yi_HF7AFAyzBH3u8uRtANgoq5nksmxPshVtB/s200/il_430xN.61290851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314293001719360370" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYuaBQ8HWOYjTHIoDfQkVuOQB3UVfv7KZXpGS0vXRHSVfRqJw9-y8Dai7UWGSLFAeqVReHek5Uz7fa2y1pehBJ9efOiMeq46zAjIgCaJlrh_II1Cnikf7CMgBz-ZUDSwq75O_3OfCgxSA/s1600-h/il_430xN.61400157.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYuaBQ8HWOYjTHIoDfQkVuOQB3UVfv7KZXpGS0vXRHSVfRqJw9-y8Dai7UWGSLFAeqVReHek5Uz7fa2y1pehBJ9efOiMeq46zAjIgCaJlrh_II1Cnikf7CMgBz-ZUDSwq75O_3OfCgxSA/s200/il_430xN.61400157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314293128106949890" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemJaNneCRC8US8BzAHGuSy3VvrQuzYYr77bCVuW5ipANeO7ZbHJBy_2NE8f0Yrlh6GCFXyhqxBsHyjob5DugGDVrqeAToq73v79yvGmW6d1WpmVTErFxPRctaUCSy3g6u6q5q4V7cE8bd/s1600-h/il_430xN.61643099.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemJaNneCRC8US8BzAHGuSy3VvrQuzYYr77bCVuW5ipANeO7ZbHJBy_2NE8f0Yrlh6GCFXyhqxBsHyjob5DugGDVrqeAToq73v79yvGmW6d1WpmVTErFxPRctaUCSy3g6u6q5q4V7cE8bd/s200/il_430xN.61643099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314294058103779666" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3xg-iCj5Djb5ACBhcZn9O3dJyN2VnUZcpBYn6pMiWEUQKFOBbzDrgxhxxr5gb51NzA92XD6MrqZHDdI-WukcqO9OZd1bmbrEEmazs7dRfJCXbDsUc6jk-rWRkJGAgH3ItGePUJ1rzXLt/s1600-h/il_430xN.60991434.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3xg-iCj5Djb5ACBhcZn9O3dJyN2VnUZcpBYn6pMiWEUQKFOBbzDrgxhxxr5gb51NzA92XD6MrqZHDdI-WukcqO9OZd1bmbrEEmazs7dRfJCXbDsUc6jk-rWRkJGAgH3ItGePUJ1rzXLt/s200/il_430xN.60991434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314294507371108114" /></a>simply nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02405386615860908616noreply@blogger.com0