It's that time again, loves!

These Musical stairs...

Clever, eh?

You and I by Ingrid

This gem from 'Make Me Laugh'...


Silly little things like these...

giggles to self...

Tehe.



Till Then...

Random Things Thursday.

Because it is Thursday, and I have too many things floating through my brain, I’ve decided that today…will be six, dandy, and oh-so random things Thursday.

Number One:

Remember the original Max? Yeah, he rocked.

Number Two:

This is my new mantra...

Number Three:
I found this lovely gem...

Upcycle.

One of my many favorites happen to be trunks.

As of today, we have 4 in our home serving as coffee tables, a custom record case, and TV stand.
Perhaps I will repurpose one of them to be as darling as this.

Number Four:
I adore books. And libraries. And bookstores. And Bookman’s ingenious video. Watch it.



Number Five:

I started a new vinyl wall decal project.
With some luck, it will look something like this…

I want a cricut so badly. Perhaps Darling Hubby will indulge me…

Number Six:

I just adore Darling Hubby.

Till Then...

Skinny Jeans.

It is high time to tell the truth. The cold, hard, oh-so brutal truth.
My skinny jeans no longer fit.
After 75 days of being happily married, my skinny jeans have gone and given up on me.
Hold on, loves, because it gets worse.


Upon discovering this fact, I plodded into the bathroom to take an inventory of myself:

• Unruly eyebrows -Check.
• Ponytail full of split ends and an inch of root showing -Check. Check.
• Fingernails that haven’t seen a manicurist- Check.
• Tootsies with remnants of old nail polish -Check.

It’s official. I have become the poster child for life after the wedding, and lemme tell you…it isn’t pretty.


So today, I will be fierce.
    I will tie on my cute, new tennis shoes.
    I will go to the gym.
    I will make a hair appointment.
    I will throw out the Ben & Jerry’s.
    I will get back into my skinny jeans.
                 I WILL.

Living with Darling Hubby has been a glorious 75 days of love, happiness, and lots and lots of delicious food.

Newlyweds, listen closely, you CANNOT eat whatever your hubby eats.

Trust me.

In other news…

• If you love John Lennon as much as I do, you will adore this:
  
• Superman & Wonder Woman have undergone some serious make-overs…does this remind anyone else of a certain group of teenaged vampires?
• Oh, and I finally finshed my DIY wall decal project!

Till then...

Get some Southern in ya.

It was grocery day.

Darling Hubby was sitting on the couch in his jammies, watching ESPN.
I, in the bathroom getting ready.

Me: Darling, will you please get up and get dressed?

Him: Are you ready?
Me: Five minutes and I will be.
He laughs, knowing that five minutes could mean anywhere from five minutes to half an hour.
Me: Seriously, get ready.

Darling Hubby walks into the bathroom where I am busy teasing my hair into submission.


Him: Alright, Snookie. Is your hair big enough yet?
Me: Oh hush, and for the record, this is not Jersey Shore hair. This is Southern hair. Big difference.
 I am a Southern belle.

That is a title I was born into, live up to daily, and am very proud of.

Darling Hubby just doesn’t understand. He really, really doesn’t.
 The funny thing is, most people don’t get it either.

Sure, just about everyone knows the stereotype of being Southern, but with that stereotype comes the stigma of being backwoods, or a redneck. It just isn’t so anymore.


There is a new breed of Southern women; a strong, proud, sassy, and modern version, if you will.

The women that raised me, the girls I grew up with…never once did I see a single one of them faint onto a chaise lounge.

Truth be told, they were about as dainty and fragile as a Mac truck.


That being said, I think it is necessary to divulge a bit of the wisdom, and a few of the sayings that have been passed down to me from some of my favorite, modern Southern belles.

• “Tease it to Jesus!” Because big hair is the norm in the South.
• “Put some color on, you look like death!” Wearing lipstick is something my Momma swears by.
• “A real man will always hold the door.” It isn’t that we aren’t capable of doing it for ourselves, it is merely a sign of respect.
• “Everything you need to know about anything and anyone can be gathered from your beautician, the grocery store, or your momma’s house.” Because we do love to gossip.
• “You have three things that not every girl has: a winning smile, clean skin, and a sweet Southern draw.”

I would just love to hear any stories or sayings that y’all heard growing up…share them with me?

Till Then…

Favorite Things Friday.

In honor of Friday...

To inspire you:

To teach you:

How To Be A Woman. 

To make you smile:

To make you jealous:

Till Then...

There Is A Monster In My Closet.

We Have One.

3 AM:

       I am lying awake in our bed. Scared.

I hear a noise.

       Now I am really, really scared.

My imagination takes off and comes up with this:

Closet Monster.

There is a monster in my closet. It wants to get me. I am sure.

I glance over at Darling Hubby.

He is peacefully sleeping. He has no idea of the danger. I have to warn him.

I poke him.

Repeatedly.

  Him:  What? What?

Me: Wake up!

  Him: Whaaa?

Me: Wake up!

  Him: I'm awake. What's wrong?

Me: I'm scared.

  Him: Of?

Me: There's something in the closet.

He sits up slightly. Glances at me. Glances at the closet. Then back at me.

  Him: Fine, I'll go check.

Me: No!! It will get you!

  Him: What exactly will get me?

Me: The monster!

He throws the covers back. Begins to get up out of our bed.

I pull him back down.

He is just a silly man. He doesn't know the danger. I have to protect him.

 Him: Just let me check it so we can go back to sleep.

Me: It will get you! Then it will get me!

 Him: There isn't anything there to get either of us!

Me: I know there is!

We banter back and forth about the dangers of checking for monsters.

I plead with him not to.

He lays back down.

I poke him again.

Me: Can we go to the living room?

  Him: No. Go to sleep.

Me: But...I'm still scared.

Thirty seconds later...

  I grab Vladimir and dash into the living room. Darling Hubby follows me.

We snuggle together on the couch. I am happy and we are safe.

In the morning, Darling Hubby goes to investigate the closet.

  Him: It was just a shirt, babe.

Me: No! There really is a monster!

  Him: You just let your imagination get the best of you is all.

There is a monster in my closet and only I can see it.

In other news...

Day Two.

Finished Branch.

Tree in progress.

Till then...

To Be Happy.

Picture it:
             A normal day. Darling Hubby is off to work. I am left to my own devices.
Thirty seconds later.
               I have run out of said devices.
                         Now, I am bored.
  I pitter patter around the apartment.
 Our dog, Vladimir, is watching me with vague amusement.

       A list runs through my head of tasks yet to be accomplished.

• Wash clothes.
• Do dishes.
• Write a book.
• Make bed.
• Save the world.
• Go to the gym.

This list proves to be too daunting so, I slump down on the couch in defeat.

      I stare at the wall.

          Blank. Boring. Undecorated. Wall.           

 When a crafty, artsy idea in all its do-it-yourself glory pops into my head.

                 And that, my loves, is when all the trouble began.           

You see, I have a wild obsession with the sticky wall art fad.

 (Don't scoff at me, I can't help it.)

I troll the web to see what I could possibly fill the space with and I find these lovely trees...

stick tree.

big tree.

Like I said, lovely, lovely trees.

But...they cost $75.00 and $200.00, respectively.

        Look, I loved Lisa Frank stickers as much as any girl, but as a grown girl, there is nooo way that I would ever spend that much for a darn sticker.

        No. Darn. Way.

     Fear not, for I found a way to beat the system!

 That's right, I am making my very own tree for under 15 dollars.

       Here's how:

• one roll of black con-tact paper-$6
• one exacto knife-$5
• this handy video from Thread Banger.



Let me just say, Thread Banger makes it look super simple, and I'm sure it is...if you are doing a small project.  I, on the other hand, am free handing it, and also working towards making something quite large.

Day One:

                                           

   Darling Hubby came home and inspected it.

   Me: It almost looks like I just painted the wall.

Him: Indeed it does.

  Me: What would you do if I did paint it?

Him: Paint over it when we move.

  Darling Hubby walks away. Seconds later from the bedroom, a voice emerges...

Him: That doesn't mean that you allowed to paint them!

Giggles. He is adorable.

Till Then...

I Have A Hot Date.

I promised myself that I would wait until tomorrow afternoon to share my victory with y'all, but...that's not going to happen because I am just sparklers-on-the-fourth-of-July excited right now.
Why, you ask?
Because, loves, I have a hot date with a hot man on Thursday night.
Oh, and did I tell you that I asked him out? And made the plans? Because I totally did!
That's right, I will be taking Darling Hubby on a hot date.

Sounds pretty darn amazing, I know, but wait...there's more!

Darling Hubby and I are going to watch a movie at a drive-in movie theater that has been doing business since 1950!
Like I said, sparklers-on-the-fourth-of-July excited.
My grand plan for the evening will go as follows:

• Fix an amazing picnic basket full of all of Darlings favorite things. i.e. mashed potatoes, fried chicken, green beans, biscuits, sweet tea. (I realize that those aren't typical things to bring, but this is a special date. Geez.)
• Pack the Jeep with a quilt, and said picnic basket.
• Put on an adorable dress. (This is weather-pending, really.)
• Doll myself up.
• Escort Darling Hubby to the drive-in.
• Have a simply lovely-throw-back-rare-bird-hot-date-night.

I. Am. So. Darn. Excited.

Oh, one more thing...

Darling Hubby and I were having dinner on the balcony, as we do every night, (not because it's overly cheesy, but because we have no where else to put our dinner table. Seriously.) when a dirty, little thought crossed my mind.

Me: Darling, are we boring now that we are newlyweded and all?

Him: I think that to other people we may be, but this is the most exciting thing I've ever done.

Sigh...I am just the luckiest.

Till then...

Newlywed and all.

It's 4:30 AM...and I am exhausted.
This mornings events have included making breakfast, packing said breakfast along with a lunch, and seeing Darling Husband off to work.
Sounds crazy, I know. Alas, this seems to be the norm for the wife of a military man.
Before I fall back into bed, and because I know every single one of y'all are just dying to know all the dirty details, I will hammer out the woes of life after the wedding.

• We now life in Tampa, Florida. (That's right, a thousandee miles away from sweet Texas.)
• We are the proud parents of an insane dog named, Vladimir.
• I have exactly one friend thus far.
• Darling Hubby works 80+ hours a week for 'The Man.'
• My current occupation: HOUSE-WIFE.

It's all exciting stuff, right? Okay, okay, maybe not so exciting, but to tell the truth, I completely adore this new life. Darling Hubby is just amazing...if you don't count the facts that he leaves the toilet seat up, thinks the proper place for dirty clothes is the floor, and somehow manages to lose everything. Florida is just as sun-shiney, and warm beach as you dream it is. And I...I am just as smitten, and happy as I had hoped I would be.

The funny thing is...as I try to think back to how difficult it was to adjust living with Darling Hubby...I can't. Don't think that the first two months of married life were sheer bliss every single second of every single day because, not every single second of every single day was. A lot of it was actually quite difficult, but when I think about it, all I get are the warm-fuzzies from remembering all of the happy moments we had. Gag worthy, lovey dovey stuff that I dare not bore you with, I promise.

Don't worry my dear friends, Darling Hubby will surely do something that causes me to yank my hair out soon.

Till then...