What I've been up to

We've established that I've been royally annoyed with Blogger, no?  In all actuality, that's only about 70% of my excuse as to why I haven't been blogging.  The other 30% is called 'different creative outlet.'  Correct.  I am only able to handle one creative outlet at a time.  Further proving that I'm not naturally creative.  E for effort though.

So anyway.  You know how I go through those "I'm a sucky mom!"  "I'm a hands on mom!" kicks?  Well she's at it again, folks.  This time it's more like "I'm an all natural faux homeschooling mom who only participates in all things warm, fuzzy and mother earth-ish."

The fruits of my labor:

JA!  How cute is he?!  Please realize that this is my first Waldorf (or any other type, for that matter) doll and I'm hooked.  So hopefully my future dolls will look less like they've just had their wisdom teeth out and more like this (this is what I was going to use for Wordless Wednesday...):

no, wait, maybe they are very similar.  My babies are very fat.  Very Fat.  And I like to dress them as close to a fat Buffalo Jills as possible.  OH that's a joke.  That outfit was painted on her.

So back to the dolls.  My friend taught me how to make the heads, which are the hardest part.  Then I stumbled on this site which gives free tutorials et cetera.  I'm so excited to make dolls for our doll house, and more little snuggly dolls.  WHO KNOWS.  Maybe I'll get good enough to actually sell these little beauties!?

The morning after I finished my doll my three year old came in and woke me up and said, "mommy!  I love my doll!"  uh, super cute and Mr Incredible shed a tear or two.  Don't tell him I said that.

this one goes for $125 on Etsy.  I will be a millionaire.  

Lastly, my parent's are away for the weekend at the Sheep and Wool convention in Baltimore.  a) they're picking me up so high quality doll hair wool stuff b) I'm not kidding.  They took a plane.  

I'll post more pics of my up and coming dolls, and hopefully some with hair, too.  Because you carrrrre.

  pps Mr Incredible already told me that his body is disproportionate to his head.  Thanks anyway!

The Winner!

I am so totally beyond frustrated with Blogger; I thought the ridiculous issue would work it's Google magic and figure itself out by today, but bleepin alas.

Were these instructions helpful? Click no no no no no Google.

So, no pictures (it doesn't even give me an option to post pictures), no fun, oh, except for the WINNNNNERRRRRR!!!!

Foxy from the Fox Den!!!! (won't let me do bold or a link, sorry Foxy). Get me your info so I can send it forward!

Dear Blogger

I strongly dislike you and let me actually post my wordless wednesday. stop being so $@$# difficult.

This post took me 24 hours. I'm not sure why.

I promised my ever faithful reader (hi nwright) that I would document my Friday birthday celebration.   She wanted picture documentation, but that stopped real quick after I took the first picture in fancy-ville restuarant and my little samsung flash lit up the entire place and screamed that I am not accustomed to fancy dinners with just the husband.  And that my camera takes embarrassingly bad pictures:

sorry nwright.

I'll start with first things first.  Drinks.  Let me preface this with I had a rough day.  I showed up at my parents' house crying sans makeup, frizzy hair and insisting that neither I nor the kids deserved to have fun because we were all acting crazy.  My ever understanding mother said four simple words that changed my night.  "Go have a Manhattan."  "okay."

Have you ever had a Manhattan?????  I thought it was going to be something fruity delicious wonderful because my parents are NOT drinkers.  I should've known better when the waiter started asking me how I wanted it and with what type of whisky.  Being the obedient child I am, though, I told him to make it on the "sweeter" side (read: straight up rubbing alcohol with a marachino cherry).  First sip made my eyes water and remind me of the first time I drank.  

Bread: Pretzel rolls with butter (mustard would've gone better, Black and Blue)

Appetizers:  Crab and lobster fondue aka cheese cheese cheese with a side of gourmet

Bottle of wine: (should've known even better than the Manhattan)

Dinner:  Mr Incredible got the Paella; spicy clams, lobster, crab, scallops, shrimp, on top of saffron rice.  But that's not really accurate because I don't really remember.  I got short ribs and hangar with bleu cheese mashed potatoes and the biggest awesomest onion rings you could imagine.  I didn't even eat half of it because at that point I went to the bathroom to check to see if my dress was literally splitting at the seams I was so full.  It was not.  This is not a joke.  

Two hours (?) later we left, went to the local icecream shop to pick up cake so I could celebrate with the kids and my parents.  I was too full to eat it, but I heard it was good.

This might've summed up the night:

he looks underage

and i look like a dog.  a dog who just had a manhattan.

Which is more important? my birthday or a GIVEAWAY?

Today is my birthday. 

More importantly, we have another giveaway!!!!

or should it read:  

Today is Friday, April 23rd and we have yet another giveaway.  How fun are these giveaways???

More importantly, it's my birthday.  ???

This day 1986 was a fine fine day when the angels sang and showered down love, beauty and sheer wit unto me to grace all of you.  My middle name is Grace for a reason, you know.  Instead of birth announcements, my parents sent out a Public Service Announcement.  They knew the world would have to be prepared for this.  

But enough about me, let's talk about gifts (for me).  I want more followers.  Mr Incredible has proven to be useless in that area.  You people are the next best thing to his commitment and undying faithfulness.  More followers, please.

But enough about me round two.  Let me give YOU more awesomeness:

Frickin how much do you love these prints?!  I died when I first laid eyes on Horatia.  Go check out Kirby's shop and tell me your favorite piece of art.  She's offering any one of her 4x6 prints to one of you lucky readers!  asd;lfk!

Leave a comment to enter.  Winner will be announced Thursday!

Nothing better to talk about on earth day than the birds and the bees

Of course I wouldn't talk about the birds and the bees.  I don't have sex.

Anygetiton, have you noticed a crazy abundance of girls in the world lately?  I mean, rarely do I see mothers with boys, it's most always little girls.  I'm one of those families, too.  Have we established that I have three kids?  Three girls.

So anyway, Mr Incredible is always like, oh me oh my I have no y's.  I'm always like, oh relax, wouldya?  God told me he won't give you a boy until you learn to open doors for me and treat ladies like ladies.

So even though he loveloveloves his little ladies, I told him after number three was born that he should get a dog.  Someone. Anyone to play fetch with him (although he's hell bent on them all playing softball *coughbutch*.)  After a little bit of talking, we (he) decided that for more than one reasons, we're not going to get a dog right now.  So I'm getting him a boomerang.

Anyway.  My point:  Mr Incredible was in the Army for four years doing somethingsomething somsortoftask that involved radiation.  Turns out, the guys that work with this radiation stuff HAVE NO Y'S.

I've always wanted nine kids since I was little.  But THAT might be too much estrogen.  and shoes.

Thank God girls clothes are cuter than boys clothes.  And there are more girl names than boy names to choose from. (or make up.  whatever you fancy)

Giveaway winner!

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