Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Roadtripping with A Big Ol' Pupper

Okay...I'm going to be "that" person right now. I'm going to dedicate an entire post to- you guessed it- my giant pup.

First and foremost, a little throwback/bragging. Remember that tiny merle package of wholesome goodness? Well, we drove 5 hours to pick her up on August 13th, 2016. BEHOLD.





Are you squealing? I did. She has been quite the unique and individual snowflake since day one. Her gorgeous coat attracts attention anywhere we go, and her name- Brisket- has been a surefire way to garner laughs and confused looks. Of course, she has the personality to match her incredible looks and moniker. Since bringing this beauty home, she has grown a wee bit. By wee bit, I mean she went from 11 pounds to 115 pounds. At just over 9 months old, she is big girl! She absolutely loves car rides, chewing on anything, walks, and THE DOG PARK. She has also (sadly) outgrown her puppy bed but that doesn't stop her from trying to use it. I can't bring myself to get rid of it, especially since it's the only bed she refrains from tearing to a million fluffy pieces.



Now, I thought I heard the father was one hundred and TWENTY pounds. Y'all, my husband told me a couple months ago that they said one hundred and NINETY pounds. Yikes! I love it. I wouldn't trade her for anything. She can be infuriating with her relentless digging and constant clumsy playing but I absolutely adore her. She is utterly precious and is currently acting as the daughter I will most likely never have ( only because I don't intend to give birth again...). Everyone who meets this doggo absolutely loves her. Everyone. Even my in-laws!

We're about to take our very first week-long, out of state family visit and I demanded we bring her along, as the previously agreed upon stipulation of getting a dog. Where I go, she goes. This is about to be tested, which I am both excited and nervous about since we are visiting my Alabama in-laws. Their general area is one where dogs are seen as strictly outdoor animals and not actual family members who belong inside all cuddly and warm.

I'm trying to figure out how this whole dynamic will work outside of staying in the house all day with Brisket but, if I'm being completely honest, I wouldn't even mind that.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Plus One...


Oh my great goodness, y’all, so many new and wonderful things are coming together just in the last week! I can’t wait to share all of it but for now, a quick glimpse of one of those super exciting things will have to do!




Behold

Our soon-to-be addition, just turning 5 weeks (above).

And the most recent photos we were sent, at about 7 weeks (below).


The fact that she was sleeping while her siblings were playing is a great sign regarding her temperament! We wanted a laid back pup and we are certainly getting one.







This beautiful babe will be joining the family in  7 3 days! We are driving 5 &1/2 hours ( oh, yeah- no. You definitely read that right) to pick this girl up, and then right back home. If there was ever a dog meant for us, she is The One.


I have wanted to get a family pup for SOOOOO long but the Husband said no for quite a while. I even made a pamphlet, y’all. A PAMPHLET. Trifold. Complete with quotes from JFK. He chuckled but still said no. But now. Now is the time. We have a privacy fence built. I have a crate sitting in my room next to my bed. I have purchased a hand crafted, genuine leather and fabric collar that was a mere $15.00! I have a bag of Blue Buffalo chilling in our pantry. Like Spongebob Squarepants, I’M READY.

She is a Mastidane. Or a Daniff. Half Mastiff, half Great Dane. ALL ADORABLE. She is a fawn merle and I think I’m in love after seeing only a few pictures of her and her siblings. We decided to follow the sage advice of Cesar Milan and choose a pup that was laid back, or submissive, as those usually tend to be easier to train and don’t try to go all Alpha on the kiddos. Considering she will be what I affectionately call a horsedog, that is a necessity.

The boys are super excited and Needy, the family fat cat, is utterly oblivious to what is coming in one short week. She may take a while to get used to another animal in the house, but she won’t have much choice in the matter. She WILL, however, end up with lots of tall things to climb and hide on since I know how much of a scaredy cat she can be. Thankfully this pup will still be relatively small when we bring her home so it shouldn’t take too terribly long for my fellow ladies to get acclimated to one another!                 
                   

Needy, also known as Fat Cow, Dammit Cat!, (painful) OH!, or Kitty Kitty (Ki-ki for short).



I’m so excited to share the newest addition with you when we get her, as well as a few changes we’ll be making around the house to accommodate her ;D.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Annie Sloan Chalk Paint- Kitchen Cabinets: Part II


When we last left the kitchen cabinet scene, back in part I,  things were going swimmingly. Except one MINOR issue I thought I had fixed. I had some cracking and chipping with the paint in two small areas on the door. Of course, this was frustrating and I sanded the areas down, painted them again, and waited the 20 minutes for each of them to dry only to have them crack yet again. And again. And again. ASCP had forsaken me!

Turns out some cabinets ( namely the crappy, fake wood kind…) are too oily for the “no sanding, no priming” claim by the ASCP brand. Guess what they require? Priming. Specifically, a shellac primer. Thankfully, I found a blogger who had the same issue and reached out via this post  and had asked her followers/commenters for help. One offered up the shellac advice and mentioned that she used one in the form of spray paint. The shellac helps the paint to bond to the oily wood. I guess maybe the old adage “If it seems to be too good to be true, it probably is” had been proven correct yet again. Crap.

However, despite this small setback, I was still hopeful. I ran out and bought 2 cans of Zinsser Bulls Eye Shellac Primer in Clear at my local Lowe’s- but you can get it here.  Long story short, IT WORKED. Here’s my only grievance with this, these cans were $9 each and it took me several (if I had to guesstimate, I'd say 9 or 1o) cans to be able to completely cover all of my cabinets. The cabinet doors need to be sprayed on both the front and the back, and I found that it needed to be covered thoroughly. No spot unsprayed or you could risk the oils seeping through and causing the little spots like I experienced later, or chipping and cracking again.

It took me months to finish because I am who I am and I got sidetracked with other house updating/reno/decorating projects. BUT. They're nearly finished, all that is left to be 100% completed is the glass pane inserts that will go in the 2 cabinets where I cut out the panels.
Here are the most recent photos that I took just now because I finally thought “ah crap, I should take pictures while I’m thinking of it…”! Again, forgive the bad quality. They are from a phone and I had to mess with the brightness and contrast so you could see better-ish.
Can I point out one of my beautiful rugs I just bought from Marshalls that I LOVE!


Disregard the slightly creepy pig cookie jar on top of the cabinets...it was my Grammy's and I love it.


Now to figure out how to decorate the top! I refuse to use fake plants because BH&G called it tacky and I don't want to put tacky on something I busted my booty on.

My next kitchen project will most likely be building a U-shaped coffee mug rack to fit around that kitchen window, and possibly a countertop reno. I have been eyeballing the Ardex featherlight stained concrete countertop idea, I just need to talk the husband into it... We shall see! I also need to paint the upstairs bathroom cabinets to match, possibly update all the knobs with glass crystal knobs, and go from there!
Our current project is putting up our own privacy fence (TO GET A FAMILY DOG!!!), which I have partially documented with pictures. I may put up a before and after along with the process, overall cost, and my awesome tan lines. Slowly but surely our home is transforming into a place I am proud to show off. We're crossing off more and more things from my List of Things To Update!

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Big Changes! The Beginning...


One month ago, today, I gathered up what little courage I had and walked into the little crossfit gym down the street from my house. I had been pinteresting, googling, and instagramming all the ladies of crossfit; ogling shamelessly. ‘Mirin. I wondered what it took for these incredible women with rock hard bodies to get to where they were on their journeys (I am OBSESSED with Christmas Abbott, Lauren Fisher, and Julie Foucher. Amazing women!).

I lifted all throughout high school. I did a workout very similar to that of a typical day in crossfit, thanks to our knowledgeable teachers/coaches- Mr. Schavetello and Mr. Motz. Working under them, I managed to lose a lot of weight that had previously left me super self conscious (although I wouldn’t be able to tell till I got pregnant later and saw old photos of myself, crazy how the mind plays tricks on you). I gained a basic understanding of what it took to be strong, but never got to where I wanted to be. Mostly because I was lazy and didn't want to fully exert myself. I also still ate garbage. A LOT of garbage.

Fast forward to after my second kid and I was lazy, complacent, and- most depressingly- weak. Unbearably weak. I worked out for a few months, consistently. Two hours a night. Every night. Again, there were results, but I didn’t acknowledge them as “being enough”. We moved to Texas, where I had no friends and no motivation. I was depressed and alone for the majority of the time. I used baking and eating as a coping mechanism, as I had for years. I thought my husband was a dick whenever he would bring up my weight, which only pushed me further down the rabbit hole. I know, it’s funny how easy it was for me to rationalize his concern as “being a dick”. If only I hadn’t been so sensitive and actually listened! I could be so much further along with my progress by now.

Here’s the issue with me: I made excuses. Why? Because making excuses was easier than actually getting off my lazy butt and putting forth the effort to better myself. It was easier to binge eat and watch Netflix for countless hours than to get out and actually TRY. I could make excuses all day -I was depressed, I was alone, it was too hard, I didn’t think we could afford it, I would work out when we move again and have a better, more set routine, I can’t because I have no one to watch the boys, I can’t put them in daycare because I don’t trust anyone -I could go on and on.

Suddenly we had moved. Even more suddenly, my oldest was in PreK and I had decided to socialize my youngest by putting him in my good friend’s in-home daycare on base. We had paid off a couple of student loans for my husband when we were in Texas, so we could now afford more. Literally every single excuse was gone. My husband deployed a short while ago- two months now, actually- so I decided now or never. It started out with researching boxes in town, checking prices, figuring out times, looking up reviews, creeping on instagrams, and suddenly I found myself balking again. I was making more excuses. So I did what I hadn’t wanted to do. I wasn't telling my husband I was joining a box because “I wanted to surprise him”, in other words, I wanted an out just in case I decided to quit. Instead, I made myself tell him one afternoon. He was thrilled. He was actually supportive (yet another reason I hadn’t wanted to mention it, I was scared he would say “you can’t do that” like the few people I had mentioned it to). He would ask every day, “Did you check it out yet?”, nope, didn’t have time, maybe tomorrow? It went on like that until he finally got mad and said he didn’t think I was going to follow through. That pushed me into sending an email to the owner of the box down the street saying “SEE YOU MONDAY, BRO” (clearly, that’s paraphrased).

Monday morning, I was a nervous wreck. My stomach was turning. I got up early because I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat any breakfast- BIG MISTAKE- and I was sweating bullets. I got the boys ready, dropped off my youngest, then went to drop off my oldest, and finally pulled into the little parking lot of the box that overlooked the busy road through town.

I gave myself a pep talk, not unlike the kind when I have already put on the wax strip for my eyebrows and have zero desire to rip that bad boy off. The first step was to open the door. Check. Shut the door. Good, keep going. I got to the door and saw a puppy. That was it. This was my place. I opened the door and exchanged a mildly awkward greeting with the owner and everyone there. As far as first days and workouts go, that was by far my worst. The other three members were quiet and had a stoic look about them. I was immediately intimidated. Nerves, and lack of breakfast, got to me not even 20 minutes into the freaking warm-up. I got lightheaded and nauseous and had to run to the bathroom. Utterly embarrassed, I finished the workout pretty defeated. The owner looked skeptical as we finished up, with everyone else chatting while I stood there awkwardly. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting me to come back, but when he asked if I thought I might be interested I said “ Absolutely. I’ve never worked out that hard by myself, and I need to get my ass kicked so...here’s my card.” He looked completely shocked, haha.

Each time I go, I feel a little more confident and a little less intimidated. The people are so nice (who knew anyone was grumpy at 9 in the morning?!) despite the slightly terrifying first day. In the short amount of time I have been at this box, I have found that everything I have read about the strong sense of community is absolutely legit. Everyone is there with the same goal- to get better than they were the day before. There is no competeing against the person next to you, only with your previous bests. I can’t begin to describe how much I enjoy getting to be miserable with these people, three days a week. I’m beyond excited to grow in this community and see where it takes me; hopefully to personal bests I never could have dreamed of. I’m slowly but surely learning the lingo and feeling a million times better after each workout. I love the soreness because I earned it! I’m probably going to become one of those people who preach crossfit to everyone, and for good reason. It’s absolutely incredible for the body AND the mind.

Ok, then. I’ll step off my little soapbox, I just had to write about this super positive experience I’ve had so far in this one short month. If you’re one of those people who has been on the fence about it- GO. JOIN. NOW. It’s the best thing you could do for yourself. I promise.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

You've Got a Friend in Me


Y’all, it’s that time. I knew this day was coming when I met him but, you know, denial is a hell of a thing. I don’t know that there is really anything that can truly prepare you for a first deployment as a spouse. So far, I’ve tried pretending it wasn’t just around the corner and it’s worked perfectly until now. Now I lie awake at night just touching him while trying to memorize how he feels and smells. I’m having nightmares- some relevant, some not- and waking up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.  
However, one thing that HAS helped me, personally, is the wonderful network I’ve surrounded myself with in a mostly online community of fellow spouses. Instagram (stifle those laughs now) has kept me in touch with a solid group of ladies who keep my expectations on a realistic level but also keep the hope in my heart. They’ve always understood where I am in my life because they are there, have been there before, or will be there very shortly.  These are the people I’ll turn to when I know I can’t ask my mom or dad to understand because they’ve never been in my situation, or my husband’s.

I’ve become incredibly close to one woman in particular who has been my rock since we began “following” each other over 3 years ago.

 It’s always weird to know someone before you’ve ever met them, but technology can be an amazing and wonderful thing! I met her in person for the first time a little over a year ago when we first moved here to North Carolina and she quickly became my person. We have since laughed and cried together over so many things. We’ve watched each other’s kids grow up. We’ve listened to the other gripe and moan about our relationships and family and cleaning. We congratulated each other when we both became homeowners. I cried like a hardcore mom when I witnessed her walk across the stage and accept her degree (I still have the itinerary). I was there for her the best I could be when her husband deployed the first time and now that he’s just recently deployed again, with my husband to go shortly, we can support each other. She’s been a voice of reason when I feel irrational and she helps calm me down when my anxiety gets the best of me. She’s certainly not afraid to tell me to “reel it in”. We've called each other for our birthdays two years in a row to sing obnoxiously. She’s my motivator and I love her so, so dearly. 


To any spouses out there who have a difficult time making friends with other spouses, I highly suggest networking through the online community. You don’t have the responsibilities of meet-ups and play dates and coffees, you just add, like, and occasionally chitchat. This is how I’ve made a close and personal lifelong friend and have gotten to know many, many more that I’m sure I’ll meet some day.

Now then, I’m off to soak up the rest of the time I have with my husband and then I’ll start cranking out a ton of DIY projects I’ll be undertaking due to boredom!  

Just to list a couple:
*Building and upholstering a tufted headboard for the guest room.
*Upholstering the box spring for the guest room.
*Both the first and second thing, only for two new twin beds for the boys' room.
*Putting a pallet wall up in the boys’ room.
So stay tuned...

Monday, May 11, 2015

Still A Better Love Story Than Twilight.


Being one of the younger gals in my ever-growing group of lady friends to be married with children, I feel this is a great place to tell the better part of my “How We Met and Fell Madly in Love” story. Needless to say I’d like to use this post, the whole thing, to talk about my marriage. I had just broken free of the longest (9 months), easily worst, relationship in my freshly turned 19 years and started working rather recently at the local Buffalo Wild Wings. Yes, I can hear all of you sigh that exasperated sigh only a veteran restaurant employee can sigh when learning of a romance that bloomed in the workplace. Complete with the groaning and eye rolling, I got it. But that was not my first workplace rodeo, ladies and gentlemen. I was not naive to the ways of the Kitchen Men.

It was early December. It was one of those cold, sunny Indiana winter days where you could wear appropriate length shorts and get away with it until the early evening when the sun went down. I walked through the back entrance for employees with my friend Aimee, when I heard it. The voice of the man I would very shortly call Work Dibs on. It wasn’t until I was passing the food window that I saw him. Blonde. Eyes whose color rivaled the waves in Hawaii. Ripped to Mars and back. Like, I’m not even exaggerating in the least; I nearly stuck him in the large sink and started washing aprons on his abs. Oh, and his voice. Did I mention yet that he hails from the deepest of back woods in Alabama? He had left to go to college there in Indiana, so he didn’t have a harsh twang anymore, rather a gentle, insanely adorable drawl. I don’t know that my words will do it justice, but I’ll certainly try. To make the most clichĂ© comparison of anything southern it was like the deepest, darkest honey. To top it off, he has a quick wit. There is nothing more attractive than a smart southern man.  He was like most kitchen guys, flirting relentlessly with the servers and hostesses. But, obviously, I had called Dibs so they were limited in their responses. Well, except Meredith. I can’t use a single expletive adjective about that girl while remaining a lady, so I won’t even give her more than this sentence. (Hint: “Oh my gosh, I totally didn’t mean to grab your man junk, I was reaching for the door handle!” On a swinging door? Alex, what is FALSE? ) Moving on…

I suppose you could say we dabbled. Then dated. I learned that he was a popular, super smart, stud of an athlete who could not only pitch a no-hitter but he was also an avid outdoorsman. He was independent from a very early age. He loves to reminisce so, fortunately for me, I found out a significant amount about him in the few short months we dated before our *HOLY SH* SURPRISE moment.

I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t totally shocked and terrified when I discovered I was pregnant with Ayden. Scary stuff, pregnancy. I’m also not afraid to admit I was so incredibly immature then. The amazing thing about children is that whether you’re ready for them or not, they *usually* mature you about 5 years the second they come out.  I was proposed to soon after, in THE most unceremonious of ways. I can laugh about it now, but let me tell you that any engagement story that involves leaving your pregnant, nearly blind girlfriend wandering around, calling you and textually harassing you, designating you a “douchebag” is not one that will be joyously recalled. Keep this in mind, mothers of young lads. Raise them to know that this is not, in fact, the most acceptable way to propose. Nothing less than a heartfelt, intimate, possibly videoed and later montaged proposal will suffice. Although, to give credit where much credit is due, it might not be the definition of “romantic” but he asked me. He asked ME. I was a fiancĂ©. I was going to get married! No feeling rivals that of a newly engaged young lady. Not one.

We wed in the Smokey Mountains in a beautiful little white chapel with only our closest friends and some family there. If you haven’t seen Gatlinburg in November, stop reading this and GO. No! I’m kidding, finish reading and then go. Truly, it’s gorgeous. Our chapel was nestled just atop a middle mountain peak and we had a simply breathtaking view. I can recall walking down the aisle wearing my silk, fire engine red peep toe pumps, praying desperately “Please, Lord, for the love of all things great and right and good in this world, do not let me fall.”. I managed to make it to the altar soundly; splendidly even, tripped only once up a single stair- totally hidden by my dress, WIN- and then had my father and stepfather simultaneously give me away. I looked to my almost-husband for a bit of reassurance and there he was, terrified and waiting. I don’t exactly remember saying the vows but I do remember whispering “sausage, sausages, sausage!” at my soon-to-be life partner to rustle up a laugh. It worked because, obviously, I’m the comedienne of that man’s dreams *neck breakingly vicious hair flip*.

Without getting too in depth in the whole military aspect of it all just yet, (I'm selfish, let me have a few posts all about me...) we have been married 5 years as of 9 months from now, moved 5 times, had 2 children in 3 years, and I can’t imagine spending my days waiting for anyone else to walk through the door. I could say the typical “it’s been a rollercoaster”, “we’ve had our ups and downs but we were meant for each other” and “we have our moments but we love each other and we’re gonna make it!” but I would rather gag on a rusty spoon than spew that overused garbage, even once. So, I will say this. It has been hard. REALLY hard, but so immensely satisfying. We continue to love and argue with and support each other and raise our heathen precious boys to the very best of our abilities. Every day is unique in its challenges. Every sun rise holds the promise of extremely long work days, hyper children, and motherly/wifely/ soon to be scholarly duties to be completed. I love it. I’m so glad I have it.  I hope you have it someday, too, if you don’t already. Nothing is as rewarding to one’s soul as having your own family. That doesn’t have to include children, even. Just being able to delight in sharing your entire being with someone who returns the favor. It’s pretty awesome.

 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Annie Sloan Chalk Paint- Kitchen Cabinets:Part I

Quick note: Part II here!

I finally got around to starting our biggest kitchen update to date! While my husband was off doing some training, I made the ultimate decision to paint The Monsters. I have done extensive googling and pinteresting research and discovered that I do not, in fact, have legit wood cabinets- BUMMER-, but some weird laminated, pressboard that is the stuff of nightmares. The previous owners have done a real number on them. There are so many dings and scratches and even little chunks of cabinet missing that they constantly look like they're covered in some beige splatter which drives me, and any OCD guests...Brittney, crazy.
I finally settled on using Annie Sloan Chalk Paint in Pure White because I've coveted Miss Mustard Seed's kitchen for far too long. The crisp, clean look of white cabinets soothes my soul. The boxwood wreath was my sole motive for going out to purchase my own boxwood shrub a few days ago. That countertop?! I die. Dream kitchen, for sure. So this is the first step towards my own take on the white kitchen.

Now, I had read that ASCP was known best for being used without needing sanding or primer, making it the obvious choice. ASCP is sold pretty exclusively, so if you're looking to buy some, check here to find which retailers, or Stockists, are near you. I had to drive an hour away to get my hands on the stuff. I purchased 2 quarts of Pure White, one tub of Clear Soft Wax and one small sized brush and paid $145.30 total. Quite the chunk of change for 4 items! (Sorry I didn't take the time to clean my brush. You can actually clean them out using water because the paint is water based -hallelujah- but I have been keeping mine in a ziplock baggie when I don't feel like taking the time to rinse and dry.)

I quickly found that my cabinets were not the type of cabinets that didn't require sanding. Being laminated and all kind of completely ruined that, so I took some 150 grit sandpaper and lightly sanded every bit of surface. Tedious, but not difficult.
(QUICK EDIT: Don't bother sanding, I'll explain why in the updated Part II )

As well as dreaming of a white kitchen, I've also been drooling over the "accent" cabinet doors with glass inserts. I've decided I'm doing this to 2 of ours; the one that holds every last cheap glass and sippy cup we own and the one where we keep our tiny collection of matching dinnerware and stemware. One day, hopefully in the not-too-terribly-distant future, I'll have a large collection of glasses and dinnerware that match and are show worthy. Until then, y'all can look at the sippy cups and protein shakers and like it.

Here are the doors, and the cutting tool I used over on the foam in picture 1, during and after the panel removal process:

Please forgive the terrible quality. I've lost my camera and only have my phone, so bear with me...

I ripped out the remaining bits of particle board with pliers and found I have a perfect little lip I can use to lay the glass on. I just need to get a small-scale cutting tool to cut the back lip off, if that makes any sense. I'm going to use  caulk and the type of hardware used to keep mirrors on the wall in bathrooms to secure the glass.
Another phone picture to give y'all a visual:

Here are some "Before" pictures of our kitchen:






And the most recent progress picture:
**QUICK DISCLAIMER**
I am not affiliated in any way whatsoever with the ASCP brand so this quick little review is brought to you only by the humble, novice, opinion of a housewife and mostly inexperienced painter.

The paint itself goes on wonderfully smooth. I needed 2 coats to fully cover all areas, and rarely I would use a third to cover a few missed spots. After drying- which is super quick, I might add- you can use the Annie Sloan brand wax brush to brush in the wax or use a very clean rag to buff it in then wipe it off. I chose the rag mostly to eliminate the hassle of switching from brush to rag. It leaves a nice finish that has been easy to wipe clean. 

Now that I'm about to go attempt to make some more progress, so I will hopefully have another  update for you soon now! Here is Part II!