if i'm a lying, i'm a dying...

i friggin love doing laundry. i lOVE it and i'm soOOOooo not bullshitting you! I think it's my Type A, OCD, ADHD personality... but, i'm a clean freak. I can't think if my land is not in the utmost order. This is not to be the cool housewife, win some lame award or anything, either... My theory is that my heads so full of a thousand ideas that are moving at super speed, that if my environment was in chaos... i will probably just spontaneously implode. is really more of a safety measure for myself, more than anything.

With that being said... I am also addicted to Pinterest. I love all the clever shit you find on there via some smart-want-to-be-their-new-bestie person. So when i saw this:

and I asked my self, "self... would this freak you out if I did this to your Laundry Room??" Self, replied, "I don't think so"... she's a fickle Bitch though, that Self... so you never know if she'll hold true to her claims. But, i saw an inexpensive version of these wall decals at Ikea the other week and thought... i'll give it a try!

Self stinking lOVEs them! this only strengthens my adoration for Pinterest too! Do guys make stuff based off all the cool DIY's?? I'm addicted and now my laundry area makes me even more happier! LOL

x, Heather

three simple things.

Merlot, Paper Piecing, and Pandora.

sorry, nothing even competes... ( while i'm by myself anyways! )

X, Heather

Do NOT Panic!

but... OOhhhh... holey SHIT! my beans so completely came out! If you could imagine me and the boy toy dancing in a circle with glasses of Merlot in our hands... it was quite the celebration! Will my son eat them... hell no! but we will so kick major cool ass at the next party we're invited too! YES!!!

beep breath.... okay, we also slayed hummus!!! OOOoohh... yeah we did!! can you say, "eat THIS canned food"!!!

yeah... i guess you could say, we're on cloud 9! OOOhh.... and i was super excited to learn that apparently, i like baby humor??? who knew... not this girl!  but, when something just feels right... you learn to go with it!  :)

eh... i'm only human right... totally reasonable thing to dig!

x, Heather

just sayin'...

In the land of Heather… my new blog is a bit like a chameleon of sorts.  It’s constantly changing its look, I know one of them will stick and then that will just simply be “it”.  But until then… if you’re reading this… I’m afraid you may be stuck with me screwing with it until I find that magic spot! LOL I actually do kinda feel bad about that, but clearly not enough to change my behavior.  Typical me.

But, check it out… I’m driving yesterday picking up the Grandma for my Halloween Ho Down I throw and it occurs to me that I may have about 100 random thoughts a day via my world in which I live that I ponder.  My guess is many other Housewives may also have this ability… Call it Multi-tasking-Dreaming in your head/ super speed like sickness??? Hell, I dunno??? It’s almost like a pyramid of thought processing of bullshit, at the speed of which light travels, to conclude the ending THAT must be real truth!  But, let’s take an example from yesterday to test my theory… shall we???

Here’s the scene:  I’m driving with the Grandma and my boys in my Silver Bullet ( my new lame ass van, since the Mercedes was totaled… and yes, I do think my husband might be punishing me for that boo-boo?? )  And low and behold a reasonably fit man (and by reasonable… I mean broad shoulders, trim waist, good gear, ECT… you get the picture! ) on a super nice motorcycle merges in front of me.

My thought ( automatically ):  Hugh, he’s probably hot.  WWhhhaattt… Wait a minute… is he, really???...

The then Pondering of said thought starts:  Could I be the only one who assumes in this situation that he has to be a hottie???  Maybe I am, but I doubt it! 

and thus, The conclusion to my thought:  It must be those damn helmets; they cover up any misleading ugly.  In fact, I would go as far as to suggest kindly to a mildly (non-attractive in the face) guy… that he should immediately stop what he is doing and go by a motorcycle with a mystery inducing helmet.  Thus, giving him instant hot street cred with the lady folk.  Cause in all actuality… you’re really only seeing the assumption of the personality that this individual must behold: Badass – The True American Male.

At this… I turned a right on to my street and began thinking of that Pinterest recipe, I was about to attempt and the motorcycle guy was easily dumped from my thought train.  Until I see another one.

Is it just me…??

X, H

meet jar.

In the spirit of my old PTA position, I’m going to be trying out a new format for this blog... here goes! :P

OLD Business:

Having had a craft blog for awhile now and responding to personal comments via emails (as much as I can!! I’m certainly not winning a prizes for that any day soon! ) I'd like to keep my comment Reponses on my comments stream. What's this mean you ask... if you don't receive an email response back to your comment that you've left... I'm NOT ignoring you, but most likely responded right back here! :)

I will also be filling up my pages with complete life sucking information just for your bennifit (and mine, let's keep it real!  this is my journal!!  hahaha ), such as my current reads and recipes that have actually turned out! Never feel uncomfrontable at the thought of sharing any good tips on both accounts!... I will not hate you for it.  I will actaully like you even more.  True.

NEW Business:

This is Jar.

Jar currently has saintly status in my house.

Go back a week ago and to my other blog... and you'll understand why. But suffice it to say, Jar has come to my house in an attempt to right all the wrongs that have currently been transpiring.

Case in point... I have banned all canned goods from my house. Yes, I am this crazy ( not danger crazy mind you, those folks should not be let out of their own fantasy induced lives that cause distress & hurt on others ), but crazy enough to strike against certain said "ideologies" like the use of canned goods. Hence, jar. Jar will now soak all my beans. Beans, that I fully expect to make into excellent authentic Mexican refried beans.

No... I cannot cook. In fact I’m quite awful at it, but my youngest ( having autism ) is an incredibly picky eater and "needs" to have plain refried beans everyday ( calling it his Taco Bell )... so, I will just have to suck it up and make it happen. Today I will attempt my first batch... wish me luck kids! Lord knows I’m going to need it! LOL

I'd love to hear from you all on my current battle against the "canned foods"!! GGggrRR!!!  I'm pretty sure all tips could be good at this point!  LOL

X, h

she's a what???....

Housewife.

Housewife… interesting title right!??  Some folk think it means;

A woman who stays home to take care of the house, the kids, the husband and the pets. She works up a sweat, has anxiety attacks and burst into tears when a 2 year old says "no!" for the 100th time that day after having to picking up dog poop from the living room floor, washing 3 loads of laundry, washed all the dishes, went grocery shopping with 2 screaming kids, who get sick and throw up in the middle of the store. Then she comes home ,cleans up the kids, starts to make dinner with both kids hanging on her leg, only to have it burn. She receives no thanks from anyone and gets no paycheck. I have no life...I am a housewife. Or What a woman becomes when she has no job skills, no career aspirations, no confidence and no goals in life. Becoming a housewife has got to be the most mind-numbing waste of time in this world. There's nothing wrong with being one if they have another job or calling on the side, but to do it and nothing else means you are in need of serious help. Or An uneducated woman with no self-esteem and no life who thinks she has to devote herself to rearing children, her husband, the home and the pets. A housewife is what a woman becomes when she has no goals in life. Yeah… I call bull shit!  I’m a housewife and I’m fabulous!  This is my new blog.  Some folk may say a great many things about being a housewife, but I say… They have clearly not spent one day in one of my many adventures!  Adventures that kinda kick ass...  ;) Cheers to all the housewives!!  This blog is to us!  x,H

why another blog??...

Good question, really.  I guess I wanted to have another outlet where folks weren't looking for crafts from me.  That's certainly not a bad thing, but I am more than my just my crafts and as I examine the world in which I live, I thought... yeah, I should probably keep track of this!

We'll see how it goes!

X, h