Help me decorate!

I really enjoy decorating. In each house that we have bought, we moved in and re-decorated EVERYTHING, regardless of the age of the house. It is just something that I enjoy. So, it is usually easy for me to walk in to any room and know just what I want to do with it. However, I recently hit a brick wall, so it is your turn to help...

Here's the dilemma: In the guest bath, the vanity has been replaced recently by the previous owners. When they replaced the vanity, obviously that meant new cabinets under the sink in wood grain....the original cabinets (like linen closet storage) are also in the bathroom and at some point through the years, were painted a tan color. So, we have two different tones of cabinets RIGHT NEXT TO EACHOTHER...strange. I have finally gotten over it enough to where I can sleep at night, BUT...

I do need to paint the old cabinets because completely ripping them out and replacing them is out of the question right now. So, in the meantime, we've painted the room a yellow-green. So, do we paint the cabinets white, matching some of the other trim (such as the baseboards), but adding an entire white section to the room? OR do we paint them the yellow-green, sort-of attempting to make them blend in with thw walls ...if that is possible.

What d' ya think???

It's another celebration!

If you like a good pampering once in a while, you may want to head over and try to win some of these great products at Nan's-Life is Like a Lunchbox. You won't want to miss this entire week of contests! Go. Now.

Your soap-a-licious reward is waiting...

One great thing about Nan is that she genuinely wants all of us to win something. She's cheering for everyone, but she's also fair. Okay, Nan-o. Fair-Schmair!!! I warned you last time... this time I'm SERIOUS. I do have pictures here just waiting to be posted if my name is not drawn!!! Ahem...like I said, good luck everyone! =)

Being a PRINCESS is such hard work...

Doctor Day

Today I took our 4-year old daughter to the doctor to be checked for a urinary tract infection. She had been displaying a few behaviors that could have (or couldn't have) indicated a uti. So, we headed out early this morning for the office. My husband offered to come along and help since I would be toting the babies as well. I turned him down so he wouldn't have to leave work...that was bad idea #2...bad idea #1 was going to the doctor!
We checked in and were immediately issued a specimen cup. I dragged myself, the 4-year old and the two gigantic baby carriers into the tiny bathroom. To my dismay, there simply was...NO pee to be made. That was okay with me. After all, we had just arrived.
So, on to the exam room. The wait for the med student that was working with the doctor was filled with fussy twins and a bouncing-off-the-germ-coated-walls 4-year old girl. While waiting, the nurse suggested we try again. New specimen cup. NO pee.
The med student came in and after her work-up, offered my sweet girl a cup of water to add to the large cup from home that she had already consumed. Good idea! So we waited quite a while after the student left the room. I suggested we try again...NO pee.
Let me just stop and say we had tried three times at this point, and if you don't know, there are many steps involved with obtaining a urine specimen correctly. It's more than just a matter of catching a little tinkle in a cup. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
So, to make a long story longer, by the time we were finished seeing the nurse, the med student, the doctor AND drinking three cups of water, we still hadn't collected a specimen...the specimen which the entire appointment hinged on. The babies were still fussing and our fourth try resulted in...NO pee.
The nice doctor suggested I take another new cup home with us and try to catch one there. Fine. At this point, I'm haggard and asking someone to please point me to the nearest padded room!!!
We no sooner got in the car and made the drive over to hubby's office to meet him for lunch than my little gal pipes up from the backseat. "I really need to go pee-pee."

"NOW?!? Right now?"

So, we pull into the parking lot of the nearest bank and I perform an act out of Cirque du Sol*il to climb into the backseat and help her. We got the specimen, but let's just say that once the dam broke, there was no stopping the floods. She has always been a bit of an overachiever, that girl. The cup filled up and overflowed. It may have been a mess, but we got the specimen for cryin' out loud!!!

The doctor's office called a little while ago: NO infection.

NO kidding.

Thank You Jenny!!!

My sweet friend, Coach J, surprised me with a sweet package in the mail containing a book called Total Forgiveness by R.T. Kendall that she recommended to me back when I first started blogging. I am looking forward to reading it...hope I can start tonight!

She also sent the cutest magnet that says, "Friends are the best therapy!" I laughed when I saw it for it is so true. Without my wonderful friends (many of whom are reading this right now), I would be in need of therapy for sure!

Jenny is a dear soul whom I have come to love. She is an encouragement at all times!
I look forward to meeting her IRL someday!

Thanks again, Jenny!
Lotsa Love,
Corrie

Pizza Post

Well, did this after seeing it at Jenny's blog. She and I ended up with almost identical answers...both picky, dependable geeks who aren't impressed by gourmet foods. Ouch! =) Do they ever want us to come back to their site??? ha ha ha.

What Your Pizza Reveals

People may tell you that you have a small appetite... but you aren't under eating. You just aren't a pig. You are a very picky pizza eater. Not any pizza will do. You fit in best in the Northeast part of the US. You like food that's traditional and well crafted. You aren't impressed with "gourmet" foods. You are dependable, loyal, and conservative with your choices. You are cultured and intellectual. You should consider traveling to Vienna. The stereotype that best fits you is geek. You're the type most likely to order pizza to avoid leaving your computer.

What Does Your Pizza Say About You?

You should go try it too. As for me, I'm off to order a pizza....this made me hungry!

Candid Cuties

"Did someone say smile?"

"Which way are we supposed to look?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"You got a problem with me?"

"Leave me alone. I'm trying to get a job making carpet commercials!"

Summer strikes again...

Well, Texas has officially hit SUMMER and the sweat is a rollin' down every nook and cranny we all knew we had and some others too! It's this time of year when I detest even walking to the mailbox. Mail is nice, but not if it requires showering afterwards, you know? Everything in the garden is drying up and begging to be picked. Except the tomatoes...they are still going strong. They win the perseverance award. The pumpkins are screaming, "Pick us, already!! What are you gonna do? Leave us here til Halloween???" Yep, pretty much. Lo siento. (That's "I'm sorry" if you never took Spanish...or if you took Spanish and slept through it...or if you took Spanish and had a disruptive bunch of hooligans in your class like Nan and Juls and I did.)
Anyway, back to the heat. Wherever you are today, I hope you stay cool...at any cost. I mean, you may have to take a dip in a homemade pool consisting of a Rubbermaid bin filled with ice water (I would need a really large bin...) or you know, you could pay your children to fan you while you lay on a lounger in the yard and try not to move a muscle, thus generating body heat. Just do whatever it takes. I'm off to break into the popsicles now just to get an early start.
TTFN. Have a cool day!

There's no place like home...

We returned last night from our family vacation. Almost the entire family on my dad's side traveled to Ohio for my cousin's wedding. It was SO wonderful to see everyone. Then, we drove up to Michigan to spend a few days with my aunt and uncle. What a trip! Traveling with the twins was a bit challenging. Bet you didn't know that you can't have two lap infants in the same row on the same side of the plane...or that you can't have one lap infant on the side of the plane that only has one seat (if you are on one of those scary puddle-jumpers)...we quickly found out. At the beginning of each flight, we played musical chairs with those around us. The babies did great though...I was pleasantly surprised! That part of the country is so beautiful! Every time we visit there, my hubs swears he will move there...he'll quit his job and clean toilets with a toothbrush just to live there...he'll shovel snow til he's literally blue just to be there. I think not. Though Texas doesn't offer as many breathtaking scenes, we do not have to shovel snow and we like it that way. I think. Just guessing cause we've never had to do it. We stayed in a B&B that was built in the 1800's and had very gracious inn-keepers. We even got to see my little brothers! It was such a treat.

Favorite Trip Activity: Playing Rook with our family and laughing, laughing, laughing.

Sweetest Trip Memory: My cousin and his new wife walking out of the church, both tearing up as they were SO excited to be married!

Least Favorite Memory: When the little girl at our reception table vomited on the table...she was sure cute though...poor thing!

This is one of my favorite pictures from the whole trip...it's my middle brother with my little man. This was the first time he had met the babies and they loved being spoiled rotten by all the attention. He sure knew how to entertain them!

Anyway, now our laundry room looks like the suitcases exploded in there. Guess I'll be doing laundry all weekend! Better go! My brain is still on Michigan time (yawn)!

A Run-On Ramble

Sometimes I write run-on sentences that have no end because they just keep going and going until the reader wants to throw their computer out the window since the sentences just keep going and going like a bad musical number or a telemarketer that won’t stop talking long enough for you to say no thank you. See what I mean? I try not to write the run-on sentences, but sometimes I just do.
Lately, I have noticed other run-ons like when the waitress at the little cafe on Monday told me the special of the day. She happily announced that the special was "a slow roasted honey-glazed turkey and aged swiss cheese wrap on a rosemary onion basil tortilla with a chipotle almond honey spread with organic green leaf lettuce…(pause to gasp for air) and chips…(pause) and a pickle…(pause) did I mention the lettuce is green?" Good grief, woman! The worst thing was that after she spatted out the whole description for my mom, I had to ask her to repeat it for me when she got to my side of the table. Sorry, but there were just too many ingredients to keep up with, for crying out loud. Why can’t they just say and turkey & swiss wrap? It really wasn’t that good, by the way.
Or how about the local news station? They will put these little messages across the bottom of the screen during a thunderstorm that say something like this: "From your Doppler live team with the most accurate and quickest Doppler live system, with the latest technology in Doppler service, bringing you the latest updates when they are needed: A warning has been issued for your home where a tornado has already touched down and you weren’t ready because you were reading our incredibly lengthy intro. So sorry…but we still have the latest and greatest technology!"
I guess I can't really complain, since I am a run-on perpetrator myself. Therefore, signing off before I create and more lengthy sentences that absolutely have no end in sight, that keep going like a train down a track, like a boat in the sea, like a pigeon with a little note tied to his foot that says, "hello", like a bad hair day…well you get the picture.
I’m done. That’s enough. No more. Run-ons officially over.
For now, anyway.