I am in love! I need to run to Joann tomorrow to grab a couple of yards. What should I make? Maybe a new pillow for the guest room?
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
30 B4 30 Update
Almost a year ago, I posted about my 30 B4 30 List. I'm down to less than 2 years to complete the list, so I think I'll do a little update.
1. Make a travel map
2. Get lasik (obviously a dream goal...probably will be the hardest to achieve because of the money)
3. Have a yard sale at least once a year (I had one last year, planning anothe this spring)
4. Read my fancy camera book (I've skimmed it a couple of times, it's still sitting next to the couch)
5. Try canning
6. Save $3600, that's $100 a month (Jake and I are both putting $100 a month in a joint savings)
7. Learn to do fancy makeup for events (I tried a youtube tutorial for the masquerade party and recieved lots of compliments!)
8. Run in a 5K
9. Perfect the meatball sandwich (Made some here, and I think this recipe's a keeper!)
10. Visit the Pacific Northwest in fall.
11. Have professional photos taken with Jake
12. Donate blood (with my past experiences of donating blood, this might be hard to do)
13. Learn about the stars (I downloaded the google sky map app on my phone...it's basic, but it's a start!)
14. Prevent wrinkles (I bought a cleanser/moisturizer/eye cream system and have been using it often)
15. Volunteer at least 4 times a year (got it done last year, none so far this year)
16. Do the 30 Day Shred for 30 full days
17. Start on a Master's Degree
18. Floss everyday (doing better...still not everyday)
19. Design my own fabric
20. Become a sharp shooter (or at least comfortable with a gun in my hand - definitely feel more comfortable)
21. Take a horseback ride
22. See the Cubs play at Wrigley Field with Jake
23. Learn the basics of football
24. Cut out soda (I haven't had any since I started WW)
25. Get to my goal weight (only 10 lbs. less than my current weight)
26. Have a spa day
27. Send homemade birthday cards
28. Pay off my student loan (I'm getting close and still paying well over the minimum due)
29. Piece a quilt (have it cut and ready to sew together)
30. I'm leaving this one open to be filled when I think of an awesome one!
1. Make a travel map
2. Get lasik (obviously a dream goal...probably will be the hardest to achieve because of the money)
3. Have a yard sale at least once a year (I had one last year, planning anothe this spring)
4. Read my fancy camera book (I've skimmed it a couple of times, it's still sitting next to the couch)
5. Try canning
6. Save $3600, that's $100 a month (Jake and I are both putting $100 a month in a joint savings)
7. Learn to do fancy makeup for events (I tried a youtube tutorial for the masquerade party and recieved lots of compliments!)
8. Run in a 5K
9. Perfect the meatball sandwich (Made some here, and I think this recipe's a keeper!)
10. Visit the Pacific Northwest in fall.
11. Have professional photos taken with Jake
12. Donate blood (with my past experiences of donating blood, this might be hard to do)
13. Learn about the stars (I downloaded the google sky map app on my phone...it's basic, but it's a start!)
14. Prevent wrinkles (I bought a cleanser/moisturizer/eye cream system and have been using it often)
15. Volunteer at least 4 times a year (got it done last year, none so far this year)
16. Do the 30 Day Shred for 30 full days
17. Start on a Master's Degree
18. Floss everyday (doing better...still not everyday)
19. Design my own fabric
20. Become a sharp shooter (or at least comfortable with a gun in my hand - definitely feel more comfortable)
21. Take a horseback ride
22. See the Cubs play at Wrigley Field with Jake
23. Learn the basics of football
24. Cut out soda (I haven't had any since I started WW)
25. Get to my goal weight (only 10 lbs. less than my current weight)
26. Have a spa day
27. Send homemade birthday cards
28. Pay off my student loan (I'm getting close and still paying well over the minimum due)
29. Piece a quilt (have it cut and ready to sew together)
30. I'm leaving this one open to be filled when I think of an awesome one!
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Pop/Soda/Coke Debate
One of the first things I noticed moving to Montana, is that all of the locals call soft drinks pop. All the girls at work will ask "Do you want a pop?" I also made some friends from Texas, and they call it coke...no matter what kind of soft drink...it's called coke. I say that's silly. It's called soda! Soda is the correct title...right?
Well, I found this map on pinterest. The green represents the regions that call soft drinks soda, brown is pop, and blue is coke. I grew up right in the middle of that green region in the midwest...so of course soda sounds right to me.
My mom jokes that when she was growing up everyone called it sodie-pop, and as it turns out, she grew up right on the border of green and brown.
I'm interested to know what the people in the white regions call it.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Infinity Scarf DIY
I love the look of inifinity scarves, but the cost so much. I decided to try to make some for the girls I work with for Christmas and fumbled my way through making them. They turned out the be really long, like three wraps long, and where I attached the ends ended up really bulky. I found this tutorial through Pinterest that really simplified the process and makes the seams very smooth.
Here is one that I made for myself using a breezy chiffon fabric.
Here is one that I made for myself using a breezy chiffon fabric.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Harry Potter Prequel
I'm a big Harry Potter fan. I was super excited when I saw a link on pinterest that had this short story by JK Rowling. It's about Harry's father.
The Harry Potter Prequel, by JK Rowling
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted `whoa!' Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street.
`We've got `em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. `That's a dead end!"
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
`Get off the bike!' he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.
`No helmets!' Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. `Exceeding the speed limit by - by a considerable amount!' (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) `Failing to stop for the police!'
`We'd have loved to stop for a chat,' said the boy in glasses, `only we were trying -'
`Don't get smart - you two are in a heap of trouble!' snarled Anderson. `Names!'
`Names?' repeated the long-haired driver. `Er - well, let's see. There's Wilberforce. Bathsheba. Elvendork.'
`And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,' said the boy in glasses.
`Oh, OUR names, did you mean?' asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. `You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!'
`Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little -'
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than -
`Drumsticks?' jeered Anderson. `Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of -'
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying - actually FLYING - up the alley on broomsticks - and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher's knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as FLUMP - BANG - CRUNCH - they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
`Thanks very much!' called Sirius over the throb of the engine. `We owe you one!'
`Yeah, nice meeting you!' said James. `And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!'
There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
The Harry Potter Prequel, by JK Rowling
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted `whoa!' Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street.
`We've got `em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. `That's a dead end!"
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
`Get off the bike!' he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.
`No helmets!' Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. `Exceeding the speed limit by - by a considerable amount!' (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) `Failing to stop for the police!'
`We'd have loved to stop for a chat,' said the boy in glasses, `only we were trying -'
`Don't get smart - you two are in a heap of trouble!' snarled Anderson. `Names!'
`Names?' repeated the long-haired driver. `Er - well, let's see. There's Wilberforce. Bathsheba. Elvendork.'
`And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,' said the boy in glasses.
`Oh, OUR names, did you mean?' asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. `You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!'
`Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little -'
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than -
`Drumsticks?' jeered Anderson. `Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of -'
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying - actually FLYING - up the alley on broomsticks - and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher's knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as FLUMP - BANG - CRUNCH - they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
`Thanks very much!' called Sirius over the throb of the engine. `We owe you one!'
`Yeah, nice meeting you!' said James. `And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!'
There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Diesel with the Helicopter
I don't have kids so I get to show off my dogs instead. Jake got a helicopter on Christmas and Diesel absolutely hates it! It doesn't help that Jake tries to fly it at his head so he will go crazy over it. Don't judge me on how messy the house is, we had just finished opening presents and had stuff everywhere.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Origami Owl "Air Force Wife"
I made a few origami owl charm collages and posted them on my facebook page. I'm planning to put together this one for myself since Jake will be deploying this year.
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