Crafty Goodness With the Cutest Little Cherry on Top

So, I’m still way into crochet. I have expanded my list of projects to include to boots I posted, slouchy hats, headbands for myself and kids, flowers, bows, and beanie hats. I have TONS of pictures of a lot of the stuff I’ve made, but I wanted to share the cutest little ones from my most recent hat-craft-bonanza.

I made this awesomely soft orange slouchy hat for one of my best friends, Jenna (ps go see her photography here.).

THEN I made a cute slouchy beret-style hat for my sister-in-law and a brimmed newsboy style hat for my nephew, Noah.

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A Little Inspiration and a Lesson.

I came across this on my Facebook page this afternoon and really felt the need to share it.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if th

e jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles roll
ed into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

I know that I need to focus more on the “golf balls” and less on the sand…. and maybe a little more on the beer, too! How about you?

Halloween and Diabeetus: Resisting the Temptation.

I feel like Halloween is one of those bittersweet holidays for me (and probably a lot of other people too). Think about it, it’s kicks off the holidays, reminds us that it’s about to be cold as hell pretty soon, really, REALLY, kicks off the fall season, provides us with delicious candy AND….. there’s delicious candy.

Candy…. mmm…. candy. If you’re like most people I know, you fill some dumb dish with bags of candy in September and pretend to tell people it’s for the trick-or-treaters and you aren’t going to eat it (we don’t believe you, by the way). Or, you go buy a few bags of candy somewhere around the 28th because you don’t want too much sitting in the house or “you might be tempted”. You might be one of those “but I’m trying to watch my figure” people, eating only a piece here and there until, by some crazy act of God, the bag is gone and you’re laying on the bad, sucking in your gut trying to zip up those jeans (don’t worry, Thanksgiving and Christmas are right around the corner if you aren’t quite there yet). Me? Well I’m buying one or two bags of candy for the few kids we do get, loading up on almonds, and hoping for the best.

Almonds are going to be my Halloween coping mechanism, I think. I do love them. You can grab a handful and go to town while the kids are shoving their faces into piles of candy. Halloween is always a toss-up for me. I KNOW there’s ZERO chance that I’m not gonna have any candy, that’s unrealistic. As far as I can see, there’s no reason to trade a kidney for a bag of fun-size Snickers, either.

Anyone have any good ideas for making Halloween and diabetes work with each other? Almonds sound good to me!

 

Ranting About Marriage Because the Internet Made Me.

 

I’m from the first generation to grow up with computers in the classroom and in (at the time) most homes in America. Where, at grammar school age, we were introduced to the information mecca known as “the internet”. People were going crazy for it with their dial-up modems and the iconic “You’ve Got Mail!” announcement from that AOL guy we went on to make fun of. And it was great. The answer to every question we had was right at the end of out fingers, communication was a breeze and for a moment we were smarter, more capable, informed. Then, as with all things, it seems, we used it to remove ourselves from reality, as an excuse to do things we shouldn’t, and as a way to spread hate.

With this influx of information, the ability to publish your opinion, and open, anonymous communication came support groups and web forums dedicated to various topics. I feel like this is sort of where we went wrong. Before the internet, if you have a problem with someone or something, you talked to your friends, parents, or family about it. Now, if you didn’t like someone or something, you posted it to the internet where millions of people viewed it and supported you. What the internet didn’t tell you is, while you had 45 people tell you that your husband’s attitude and the way he treated you is simply inexcusable, 1000 more viewed it and laughed at you.

Today, we are hooked right into the internet, it’s on our phones, laptops. work computers, home computers, and e-readers. We constantly look to our internet world for advice and approval. So when our hubbies don’t take the garbage out, put the seat down, refuse to change a poopy diaper, or take 5 seconds too long to answer a text message  we head right for the internet to both tattle and try to decode the action like it’s some sort of well-thought plot to destroy the sanctity of your marriage. Here’s the deal: YOU are destroying the sanctity of your marriage, not your garbage hoarding husband.

Every day, I read these articles published by maniacs with various enticing titles like “5 Ways to Know if Your Husband is Cheating on You” or “How to Get Past Your Husband’s Lock Code”. SINCE WHEN did women become these suspicious, problem seekers in failing marriages?! As much as I hate to admit it, I think that we are our own undoing here. While it’s true that men use the internet to look at porn or head over to iwannabeasugardaddy.com and stuff like that, WOMEN, YOU DO IT TOO. And what’s worse about women, is that the blast their husbands on the internet to social networking sites and web forums, publicly. And there’s the leader of the local Man-Haters club sitting on the other side of the internet telling you “enough’s enough! Leave that guy, he’s no good.” or “He’s probably cheating on you.”, and there you have it: your marriage is in trouble.

I’m by no means a feminist, nor do I believe women belong in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. But I’m sort of tired of reading these articles about how women are being beaten down by men all the time. While it’s true that women still face adversity in the professional world, I don’t think your husband is to blame for that. There are tons of articles telling wives to rise up against their husbands and demand fairness, and they should. What they should NOT do, it immaculate their husbands so that they come out on top, merely for the pleasure of doing so. And this is where the internet REALLY plays a big part to me. Websites all over and posting articles with advice telling you that you are so much better than your husband because you are a strong, focused, woman when what they should be telling you is that you are just as good as your husband.

My husband doesn’t live on the internet like I do, so I don’t know for sure, but I’m sure men do it too, just not as often. I’m not about to get into how the porn industry is wrecking homes or any of that crap, because if it is, chances are there is a deeper seeded issue, like communication, that is wrecking your home. But I do know that there are two sides to every story.c

What I’m getting at, I guess, is that I’m just effing tired of the internet hating husbands and trying to get me to hate mine. No, I’m NOT interested in trash-talking my husband to the whole world so that the internet can tell me what a jerk he is, how I’m so much better than him, and that I should just leave the sorry lump. He’s not, I’m not, and no thanks, back off.

 

When Being a Mom Sucks: The Results.

Yesterday, I blogged about talking to your toddler about the loss of a pet. I figured I would just post a quick results blurb.

When we left with Chloe we had Haley give her a kiss, but not say good-bye. She asked where we were going with her and I said “the vet.” She asked if we were taking her to the doctor’s and I told her that the vet was very different from the doctor’s office. And with that, we left.

When we got home she asked where Chloe was and then it was game time. I hadn’t quite decided what I was actually going to say, even though I had an idea. At the last second, because I was on the spot and didn’t have time to collect my thoughts, just replied, quietly and calmly,

“Well, Haley hun, Chloe died.”

“Chloe died?? Last night?”

“No, sweetie. Today. That means she’s not coming back anymore. Mommy is sad about it and if you are too, that’s okay.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

And with that, she went back to watching Mickey mouse Clubhouse without incident. I DID accidentally make her chain collar make noise when I removed it from my purse (my husband asked me to being it home for him) and she said “I THINK CHLOE’S BACK!!” So I had to, again, remind her that Chloe isn’t coming back.

I’m expecting more “where’s Chloe?’ questions, but I knew that was coming.

Anyway, that’s the end of my pet loss explanation experience, I really hope this helps someone during their tough time.

Rest in peace, Chloe.

When Being a Mom Sucks: Explaining the Death of a Pet to a Toddler.

Serious post time, guys.

In my most recent post, I quickly mentioned our dog, Chloe, is sick. Well, Chloe is a little sicker than I really wanted to get into, and I’m still not quite getting into it here, either. The bottom line, as with all pets headed for the big dog/cat treat in the sky, is that she’s sick and not getting any better.

Last night, I was up very late reading article after article about explaining the loss of a pet to children and toddlers. There is a LOT of information and opinions out there. Some of them were a little too religious for me, some too lavish, some too passive, but some were really helpful. After hours and hours of searching, reading, thinking, tearing up, and processing, here’s what I came up with:

Religious families can allow children to seek solace by explaining that Fido/Fluffy is happy and playing in doggie/kitty Heaven (with passed loved ones if you want to get into that).

Non-religious families could try key phrases like “Not here anymore” or “in a happier place”.

Anyone looking for a different approach, assuming you have the advance notice, can pick up a copy of The Fall of Freddie the Leaf: A Story of Life for All Ages.

“This story by Leo Buscaglia is a warm, wonderfully wise and strikingly simple story about a leaf names Freddie. How Freddie and his companion leaves change with the passing seasons, finally falling to the ground with winter’s snow, is an inspiring allegory illustrating the delicate balance between life and death.” (Amazon.com)

Either way, all or most of the articles recommended letting the toddler know that it’s okay to feel sad, and that you are sad, too. Don’t be upset if your kid isn’t crying his/her eyes out over the news, and don’t get mad if your kid asks over and over where Fido/Fluffy is or when they’re coming back. Death and “forever” are REALLY tough concepts for young kids to understand.

Oppositely, almost all the articles I read were diligent in reminding readers to avoid terms like “went to sleep and won’t wake up”, “said goodbye and isn’t coming back”, and “put to sleep”, because they could possible make a small child weary of going to bed, or saying bye-bye to anyone leaving the house. I also think that I am going to be careful about not telling Haley that I’m taking Chloe to “the doctor”. I feel like this will cause unnecessary fear about the doctor’s office (I don’t need her freaking out about me taking the baby to her monthly visits at the pediatrician’s office for fear that she won’t come back like the dog.).

Me? I’m going with something along the lines of “Chloe died. She was very sick and couldn’t really play or be happy anymore. She’s not here anymore and not coming back and that makes Mommy and Daddy sad. If you are sad too, that’s okay, we all will miss her.” I’m sure it will come out a little differently, and I haven’t decided how I’m going to treat actually having to TAKE the dog to the vet, since she will be home when we leave. I think I will just have her kid Chloe a kiss, then explain the rest when I come back.

Sometimes being a parent is glorious, sometimes it’s stressful  sometimes it’s fun, and sometimes it sucks. Today, being a parents sucks. Wish me luck on explaining this to Haley, and safe travels to Chloe.

Some websites I found the most helpful were:

 

*************UPDATE************ Click here for the results of this conversation and how it really went.

An Excused Absence and A Peace Offering.

Okay blog readers, I definitely DIDN’T abandon you! I have had SO much going on lately, I haven’t had time for much at all, much less stuff on the computer, even LESS, blogging.

Harper has, since she started teething, crying all day. Still doing the baby bath salts thing (chewing on everyone’s hands) though, so that’s… fun. Oh, also, she learned to SCREAM (fun!). So yeah…

Haley has regressed (finally) and started with accidents in the hallway, whining A LOT, not dressing herself, etc. It’s REALLY been a pain in the ass, not to mention time-consuming.

My mother in law is staying with us for a little while visiting, so I have been busy getting some things done while I have a hand, for a change. Also, we have been hanging out with the kiddies a lot (even though they are terrorists right now) and some other various family time.

My dog is sick on top of all this, so that is also sort of taking up a lot of time and attention from the family.

Don’t forget all the things that have to be done around the house regularly and whatnot! Add all the above to the daily, mundane crap that has to happen around a home, and you end up with one stressed out, spare-time-less, frazzled Mama! It’s all part of life though.

Now, for my peace offering: THE BEST APPLE PIE RECIPE EVER. Sorry diabetics, this one is full of sugar…. I’m sure that you could sub out some of the sugar for Splenda if you wanted to, I know I used the Splenda brown sugar blend instead of regular brown sugar and the change was unnoticeable. But anyway, here it is!