Smoothie Queen

I had this great idea aka my sister had this great idea to fix smoothies and then pop them out of the freezer on the way to work for breakfast.  Please enjoy this documentation of my smoothie making adventures.

I made it up as I went because why wouldn't I? Strawberries, bananas, blue berries, black berries, you name it I fixed it.

 
I had cottage cheese but no greek yogurt, both are interchangeable.  To all the haters: it was quite delish. 

 

I did add a dabble of fruit/vegetable juice as my smoothie wasn't really juicing as I preferred.  By dabble I mean mayyybe 1/4 cup...probably more like 1/8 cup

And because I'm into this kind of thing {health and wellness, that is} I added flax seed and I have never regret doing so.

These canning jars were on big momma sale at JoJo's.  We're talking $7 for 12 I think.  Repeat: No Regrets.

And there she goes.  Canned Smoothie.  I'm going to speak the truth...sometimes I add ice cream to them because I'd rather have a milkshake than smoothie.

Pink as a Neutral

I want to paint my bedroom pink.  {These are two of my throw pillows}Luckily my husband is so exhausted with my decor requests he has relinquished all paint opinions.  Not really.  Don't you think pink would be fabulicious?  I'm not talking bubble gum pink.  Just Pink as a Neutral.

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Be'Fo and Ather.

I told you I was starting a project.  I promise I actually do set out to complete the good work within us...er...whoa bible verse tangent, ok back on track-

Be'fo

During.  This is the first layer of Kilz.  I highly recommend priming your brick with kilz.  Actually I highly recommend priming your anything painting diy with kilz because I think it covers a multitude of sins.  Whoops there I go again {on my own...}  No seriously.  I should buy stock in kilz.  I also should've bought stock in Gardisil before in got big.  Right around 2006.  Not kidding.  I would be very rich.  Bitch.  {Thank you NeNe Leaks.  I love you very muchly}

Ok layer of high gloss paint number one.  I have to say I hate painting.  This was not fun.  It was quick.  But that doesn't mean it was fun.  I used a brush, got smart, used a roller, and then my sister, who's always been smarter than me, suggested a foam brush for cracks.  The brick is porous {I'm sure you're well aware of the properties of this aforementioned, "brick"}.  Either way, I wanted to slap someone.  Not in a good way.

See those pores?

I ain't lahn'

AAANNNNND the Ather. {not after.  ather}

Since this picture the mantel has been re-styled

Sorry for the blurry glare but Blogger is being a pain in my arse about loading images lately {so I won't be trying to load another "better" picture at this moment} hence the reason I haven't posted in forever because I don't have one million minutes to sit and figure out 1) why my blog is linked to google plus which I never use and 2) why my images load on picasa, then inherently to google plus, but in a jumbled mess of a picture library, enough to make me slap someone.  again.  Not in a good way.



With Reckless Abandon

Sometimes God speaks in the strangest places.

Like when you're charting at the nurses station in a facility you frequent.

Book Case as a China Cabinet

Oh Me.  More Projects.  Or Progress.  Depending on whether your glass is half full or empty.  Some days are different than others.  And no that doesn't make you a bad hearted pessimist on the days your glass is 3/4 empty.  It is what it is. Ahnd I'ah Lahkes Tah Cahll It's What It I-uhs.

NAH.  THIS.  Is china storage, which has been housing my china since my day of marriage June 6, 2009.

You guessed it sister, we's ah brahngin' thah chahna outthah bags.

Ugh.  *shudder* I hate piles of messy clutter.  Gives me social anxiety.

So let me just tell you, these china cabinets are actually bookshelves from my Grandmother circa 1970 and some sort of hideous wood "grain" so unattractive that I did not take a before picture for your viewing pleasure.  Thank you Josh for being so obedient to the Lord and painting these shelves while I did the fireplace.

I don't really know how to style a china cabinet or bookshelves to stand in as a china cabinet, so re-arranging is in order.  I honestly considered hiring an interior decorator to consult on these kinds of topics.

But I didn't follow through because that was more like a dream than a serious, "You know what, I should..." thought.

This is not a styled china cabinet so stop judging me.  And no my silver has not been polished as I don't have any "Help"

Which I tried to polish with an at-home remedy per Pinterest.  Which was a joke that wasn't funny.

Anywho.  Back on topic:

Need some color back there, would love some wallpaper or paint but gah that's yet another project. Bear with me.

This fabric scrap is a goodwill purchase costing me my weeks earnings of $3.  So I felt really badly buying it and not knowing what I would do with such pretty florals.

I decided I'd put them on panels because I can't sew and I don't have a sewing machine.  So I had these canvas boards in my attic, don't ask, won't tell. Because I don't know why I had them.  Here comes the staple gun. 

Which as life would have it, was without staples.  So I had to rummage around for something like. this.

Tacky is exactly how I felt jerry-rigging these "boards" with GCF Fabric and Glue.

And the panels won't stay there, just put them there until they find a home, hopefully in this room. 

It's actually quite difficult to get any of these projects done in a timely fashion when you have a little monster sabotaging your efforts.  Don't pay attention to the dissaray in his cage.  It's normally spotlessly clean and perfectly styled.

Christmas Pics After New Years

 Better Late Than Never Pictures From My Child's First Christmas

let it be known that I realize I take way too many pictures of the same thing

Happy Place

Yesterday I was ignoring Josh and while I should've been listening he realized I was not as enamored as he thought necessary.  He asked me if I had gone to my happy place.  Naturally.

Then he asked me what that looked like.

He wanted to know if he was invited. Josh: I love you. but no you are not.

But I'll give you a glimpse. 

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What's yours look like?