Palm Tree Diaper Cake February 12, 2012
What I created last night with an order from my diaper cake website (www.rockabybabycakes.com):
Weekend Update February 12, 2012
So you know how I’ve been saying that I’m experimenting with all of these crafting projects? Well, I feel like I’ve completely fallen off of the wagon. I’m knee deep in a scrapbook, 2 diaper cakes (that I’ve sold!!), 200 hand made paper leaves for Marissa’s wedding, and Jessica is on her way over to make 30 valentine’s for her son’s class.
Meanwhile, Sunday’s usually suck because I know that I have to go to work tomorrow. HOWEVER, I have tomorrow OFF!!!!! I’m seriously loving this stay-at-home thing. I have a turkey breast defrosting to make honey mustard glazed turkey for dinner, a stack of coupons that I clipped out of today’s paper, and an afternoon of crafting ahead of me. I feel like I have grasped my domestic goddess title.
How Many Shows Does It Take To Make A Kardashian Relevant? January 29, 2012
After last weekend’s amazingness, I’ve spent this weekend being productive from the confines of my house. Leaving to pick up pants from the alterations lady and go to the grocery store took some serious thought and a small pep talk.
I cleaned my house. I made homemade guacamole just because I could. I mopped the floors. I don’t know if you all understand how rare that is so I’ll say it again: I mopped the floors. I ran my errands, finished up some work work (because I’m being audited and that’s lovely), and now I’m rounding the bases by sitting on my futon, having never changed out of last night’s pajamas, watching the Kardashian marathon.
Molly greets you all by snoring next to me so loudly that I keep turning up the TV just to hear.
A quiet weekend is clearly what we all needed.
And then Angel slid down the stairs and possibly sprained his ankle.
Longest Weekend On Record January 23, 2012
Or perhaps the more appropriate title to this post is “Most Expensive Weekend On Record.”
No joke.
On Friday night my beloved dog, molly (of who I am obsessed with) started throwing up and acting really weird. Naturally, this always happens right as this night-owl is going to bed at midnight, so… awesome. She ended up in the animal hospital and the 3am x-ray showed the vet and I that she had a tummy full of rocks. ROCKS. Take a minute to think about this: the dog went out the dog door, took a stroll around the yard, and decided that rocks sounded more appetizing than the food inside. She had to spend the night in the pet hospital, followed by all day Saturday, and then came home Saturday night on puke watch 24/7. She still has a tummy full of rocks so one puke from her and the only option left is surgery. Ugh!
Home. Bandaged leg and all
Meanwhile, I proved that my iPhone is just no match for a tile floor. I completely shattered the screen on it when it flew out of my hand as I was trying to hang it up. So one trip to the Apple store and a new phone later, Angel suggested I get one of these cases for it:
Big and Bulky, and possibly bomb proof
So that’s awesome.
Saturday over. I assume we’ve crossed the annoying, expensive threshold. Incorrect assumption.
On Sunday morning Angel’s headed to the old house to make a few minor repairs before the renters move in on Thursday and I’m sitting up in the loft scrapbooking (duh) with Molly curled up next to me still on suicide watch….. BAM! Angel backed into the garage door. Broken door, broken car, 100% annoying. So I spent Sunday trying to get garage repair men out to the house to fix our house.
Most people enjoy weekends. I was DYING (thankfully not literally) for this one to end! The Rivas household should live in a plastic bubble. That may be safest for everyone.
Photographic Evidence January 19, 2012
A small glimpse of the mess that has become of my office floor (I haven’t fully taken hold of photography yet. I’m trying to pace myself. Clearly.)
Holy Scrapbook January 19, 2012
I don’t mean to alarm anybody, but the scrapbook apocalypse has arrived and my office is ground zero.
I’ve been all about finding creative outlets for myself and since diaper cakes are on a small hiatus until I get past my stabby attitude towards babies, scrap books seemed like the next logical step. I mean, who really wants a diaper cake full of small, sharp objects and unlocked pill bottles? Nobody. But who wants a scrap book of our honeymoon? Well, Angel will eventually but he’s not allowed near the office so he doesn’t know it yet.
I have been hunting Cricut machines like they are elephant tusks for an ivory market, just waiting for one to go on sale because even I have my limits. Today I found one for half off and I damn near killed someone trying to get to my computer to order it before they went out of stock. Do you see what my quest for creativity is doing to me? It should be here by Tuesday at the latest. I would love to say that I’ll blog about it immediately, but given my current track record I’m going to call in sick to work so I can spend a full 18 hours using it before I tuck it in bed with me for the night so it may be a few days before you hear about it’s glory. Besides, this will allow me sufficient time to come up with a proper name. All amazing gadgets must be named (see: My Kitchen Aid mixer named Hello Kitchy. Trust me, once you use one of those naming it won’t sound so weird).
I’m too excited about my Cricut machine and scrapbook to sleep…. But such is the life of a starving artist (speaking of, I may have been too distracted to stop for dinner…. I can’t remember).
I Heart Audible January 17, 2012
I heart Audible.com. Seriously. I’m having a love affair with it.
So far I’ve “read” The Help, STori Telling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns), and now Bossy Pants.
Seriously, people. Check this site out. Who has time to read anymore? Download this gem onto your ipod, plug it into your car, and ditch the annoying morning announcers on the radio.
You’ll thank me later.
Wanted: 1 Housewife/Domestic Goddess. Inquire Within January 11, 2012
I need a housewife.
I said this to my husband and he responded with “So do I!” as I attempted to find my socks this morning in 4 different piles of laundry on the floor. As it turns out, more space in the new house just means more space to expand upon my bad habits.
“Maybe it would be easier to find something in the closet if you didn’t have so many Coach purses that you don’t even use”
Gasp “I do too use them” He didn’t mean that, girls as I admire my wall of purse beauty.
“When’s the last time that you used this yellow one?”
Wait, when is the last time that I used that one? “I use it, and you know, this isn’t helping me find my socks.”
Then I decided to go sock commando before he could inquire over more purse usage.
I went downstairs to grab a bottle of orange juice on my way out the door and couldn’t find one because my fridge is full of Thanksgiving left overs. I’m so not kidding there. That’s about the time I realized that my house still has Christmas decorations up that would rival a housewife on Black Friday, my pantry is empty, and my trash is overflowing on top of the dirty dishes that don’t fit in the sink. Who’s house is this?
Thus, I leave work in 2 hours for the rest of the day. I plan on taking down Christmas, cleaning out my fridge, doing laundry and dishes, maybe clean a bathroom or two (or three), and pack my suitcase for my trip to Colorado tomorrow.
All of which would be easier to do if I had the help of a housewife.
