After we left the plumbing store last week, we all headed over to the lighting showroom. I remember picking out lights the last time we built a house. I went in and left with about nine catalogs the size of the JC Penney Christmas catalogs we used to get in the mail when I was little.
Man I loved getting those. I would look at them for days and days. I was always fascinated by the page with the ventriloquist dummies. My personal favorite was Charlie McCarthy. I never asked for one because my child brain thought they were expensive, but you better believe I practiced talking without opening my mouth. Try it. Say, "Why hello there, friend. You sure do look wonderful today."
You did it didn't you!?!?! Now snap it to your bestie. You know you took a video!!!
Our kids don't have catalogs like that. Shame. Take a walk with me.
CHROME SWEET CHROME
Decisions. Usually making decisions is not something that bothers me much at all. Aside from deciding where to eat out for dinner, my decision making prowess is something in which I take great pride.
Until a couple of days ago.
I was NOT prepared. I require preparation. How could I not be prepared?!?! I even prepare to be prepared. UGH!!!
ARE YOUR FRIENDS DOUBLE D'S?
No, no they are not. (Well I might have one. Hmmm...)
Let's talk about support! When the word support comes into my mind I think of two things- bridges and bras. Anyone want to talk about bridges? I didn't think so.
So let's talk about bras! To help with this analogy, I created a graphic! Ok, I lie. I typed up the words and sent them to my super talented graphic designer friend and told her to bill me. Let's rephrase. To help with this illustration, I created the words for a graphic. I like the first version better but whatever.
So here you have it- support in a way we can all understand. (Please note the graphic only goes up to a DD because...well...I just have no idea what is beyond that. Heck I had to research just to get to that point!)
"TAYLORED" TO PERFECTION
I am growing impatient, people. I just want to see a few stakes and a pile of dirt on our lot. Is that too much to ask? The awful house is only getting awfuler by the day. And when my windshield is frozen over on Friday morning, I might lose all my cool. Today three people asked me, "So when are y'all starting on the house?" I tried to play it off nicely, but I am sure the lasers shooting from my eyes pierced their innermost being. I don't hide my feelings well. At all.
The Future Slayer
In case you haven't heard, 2016 is no more. A new year is among us. With new years come changes, beginnings, goals, and ideas. Start fresh! Make it your best year yet!
Gag! People, come on!!! With each breath you take, you can make a change, start fresh, and make a difference! We should strive each day to be the best version of ourselves. A new year just means you will write the wrong date on your checks for the next five months. Who am I kidding- no one even writes checks anymore.
All that being said- don't wait until tomorrow to make your life better. Start now! (I should totally be a life coach. Hmmm...probably not.)
And when I was asked to give one word to be my theme for 2017...
I am Chamie, wife to Matt; mom to Callan (14), Cooper (11), and