Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Blurb
So one of my 101 things was to organize my pictures. I have some pictures in a tub, which I will need to get books for (and time)...those can sit there for a bit because I have an OBSCENE amount of pictures on my computer and 3 (yes I said, 3) flashdrives :/
Through another blog that I frequent (http://bakersdozen.typepad.com) I read about a site called blurb.com It is an online scrapbook that you can make into books. It isn't that expensive to do and it would be nice to see our lives chronicled in books for the kids to look at. Money is always an issue, but at least while I'm waiting on the money side to come through, I can certainly be placing my pics in the books.
Another thing I'm working on crossing off my list.
Through another blog that I frequent (http://bakersdozen.typepad.com) I read about a site called blurb.com It is an online scrapbook that you can make into books. It isn't that expensive to do and it would be nice to see our lives chronicled in books for the kids to look at. Money is always an issue, but at least while I'm waiting on the money side to come through, I can certainly be placing my pics in the books.
Another thing I'm working on crossing off my list.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
#75 Movies List
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# 8 Dave Ramsey Baby Steps
Here's the process:
Baby Step 1
An emergency fund is for those unexpected events in life that you can’t plan for: the loss of a job, an unexpected pregnancy, a faulty car transmission, and the list goes on and on. It’s not a matter of if these events will happen; it’s simply a matter of when they will happen. Learn more
$1,000 to start an Emergency Fund
Baby Step 2
Pay off all debt using the Debt Snowball
List your debts, excluding the house, in order. The smallest balance should be your number one priority. Don’t worry about interest rates unless two debts have similar payoffs. If that’s the case, then list the higher interest rate debt first. Learn more Baby Step 3
3 to 6 months of expenses in savings
Once you complete the first two baby steps, you will have built serious momentum. But don’t start throwing all your “extra” money into investments quite yet. It’s time to build your full emergency fund. Learn more Baby Step 4
Invest 15% of household income into Roth IRAs and pre-tax retirement
When you reach this step, you’ll have no payments—except the house—and a fully funded emergency fund. Now it’s time to get serious about building wealth. Learn more Baby Step 5
College funding for children
By this point, you should have already started Baby Step 4—investing 15% of your income—before saving for college. Whether you are saving for you or your child to go to college, you need to start now. Learn more Baby Step 6
Pay off home early
Now it’s time to begin chunking all of your extra money toward the mortgage. You are getting closer to realizing the dream of a life with no house payments. Learn more Baby Step 7
Build wealth and give!
It’s time to build wealth and give like never before. Leave an inheritance for future generations, and bless others now with your excess. It's really the only way to live! Learn moreFriday, April 8, 2011
101 things in 1001 Days
Starting date: April 9, 2010
Ending date: January 4, 2013
1. Bring home Abinet
2. Begin an adoption ministry
3. Read Bible daily
4. Pray for those on prayer lists
5. Do acts of kindness
6. Complete a Bible study
7. Book 18 Thirty-One parties (I've booked 3)
8. Begin the Dave Ramsey plan
9. Drink only 1 coke per day
10. Read Radical
11. Read Crazy Love
12. Share my testimony
13. Stop swearing
14. No sweets for a month
15. Fine a home for Paco :(
16. Put my pictures in a scrapbook
17. Fix my flowerbed
18. Memorize Psalm 139
19. Organize my files
20. Do a household inventory with pictures
21. See a broadway show
22. Go to a play
23.
24. Take kids to Disney
25. Take a photography class
26. Get a proper camera
27. Go to the Grand Canyon
28. Go to New York
29. Lose 50 lbs.
30.
31. Become fluent in sign language
32. Put all my recipes together in a book
33. Learn how to can
34. Get Lasik surgery
35. Paint the kitchen
36. Fix the laundry room ceiling
37. Finish the hall
38. Finish the kids bathroom
39. Ride the train
40. Go to the drive in with the kids
41. Play in the rain
42. Make and keep dentist appt.
43. Buy a new comforter
44. Make handmade Christmas gifts for family members
45. Go to the Garden of the Gods
46. Take kids to see the Superman statute
47. Go to Washington DC
48. Be debt free
49. Eat out 1 time per week for 3 mths.
50. Hold coupon classes
51. Forgive those who hurt me
52. Say I love you first
53. Adopt a sibling group
54. Maintain my garden
55. Date night once a month
56. Get a fitted for a bra
57. No fast food for a month
58. Dinner by candlelight once a month
59. Send flowers to someone
60. Read the entire Bible
61. List 5 blessings per day
62. Maintain my girliness
63. Take a shooting class
64. Cook something different every night for a month
65. Learn Spanish
66. Go on a mission trip
67. Support missionaries for a year
68. Clean out woods
69. Fence in side yard
70. Get a horse
71. Start riding said horse
72. Graduate Victoria
73. Hug G everyday and mean it
74. Educate others about RAD
75. Watch 26 movies I've never seen that start with each letter of the alphabet.
76. Take the kids to the beach
77. Ride in a limo
78. Document my accomplishments through photos
79. Visit a state that I haven't been too before (New Jersey)
80. Go on an impromptu mini vacation
81. Maintain a pedicure
82. Learn how to quilt
83. Pick a project that I haven't finished and finish it
84. Learn how to sew
85. Teach my girls how to sew
86. Blog daily
87. Adopt a soldier
88. Get emergency supplies organized
89. Go on a weekend away with Tera and Kim
90. Convert my camcorder tapes to DVDs
91. Go on walks with the kids, one at a time during the summer
92. Start an herb garden
93. Learn more about computers
94.
95.Find cell phone
96. Home school my kids again
97. Shadow drawings of my kids
98. Have professional pictures made of my family
99. Go golfing with Bart
100. Get a recycling system going
101. Start a new list of 101 things to do in 1001 days.
Ending date: January 4, 2013
2. Begin an adoption ministry
3. Read Bible daily
4. Pray for those on prayer lists
5. Do acts of kindness
6. Complete a Bible study
7. Book 18 Thirty-One parties (I've booked 3)
10. Read Radical
11. Read Crazy Love
12. Share my testimony
13. Stop swearing
14. No sweets for a month
15.
16. Put my pictures in a scrapbook
17. Fix my flowerbed
18. Memorize Psalm 139
19. Organize my files
20. Do a household inventory with pictures
21. See a broadway show
22. Go to a play
23.
24. Take kids to Disney
25. Take a photography class
26. Get a proper camera
27. Go to the Grand Canyon
28. Go to New York
29. Lose 50 lbs.
30.
31. Become fluent in sign language
32. Put all my recipes together in a book
33. Learn how to can
34. Get Lasik surgery
35. Paint the kitchen
36. Fix the laundry room ceiling
38. Finish the kids bathroom
39. Ride the train
40. Go to the drive in with the kids
41. Play in the rain
42. Make and keep dentist appt.
44. Make handmade Christmas gifts for family members
45. Go to the Garden of the Gods
46. Take kids to see the Superman statute
47. Go to Washington DC
49. Eat out 1 time per week for 3 mths.
50. Hold coupon classes
52. Say I love you first
53. Adopt a sibling group
54. Maintain my garden
55. Date night once a month
57. No fast food for a month
58. Dinner by candlelight once a month
59. Send flowers to someone
60. Read the entire Bible
61. List 5 blessings per day
62. Maintain my girliness
63. Take a shooting class
64. Cook something different every night for a month
65. Learn Spanish
66. Go on a mission trip
67. Support missionaries for a year
68. Clean out woods
69. Fence in side yard
70. Get a horse
71. Start riding said horse
72. Graduate Victoria
73. Hug G everyday and mean it
74. Educate others about RAD
76. Take the kids to the beach
77. Ride in a limo
78. Document my accomplishments through photos
80. Go on an impromptu mini vacation
81. Maintain a pedicure
82. Learn how to quilt
83. Pick a project that I haven't finished and finish it
84. Learn how to sew
85. Teach my girls how to sew
86. Blog daily
87. Adopt a soldier
88. Get emergency supplies organized
89. Go on a weekend away with Tera and Kim
90. Convert my camcorder tapes to DVDs
91. Go on walks with the kids, one at a time during the summer
92. Start an herb garden
93. Learn more about computers
94.
95.
97. Shadow drawings of my kids
98. Have professional pictures made of my family
99. Go golfing with Bart
100. Get a recycling system going
101. Start a new list of 101 things to do in 1001 days.
Friday, November 5, 2010
I will finish before my next trip....but......
Does the word IMMIGRATION give anyone else diarrhea, or is it just me.....
I'm on edge, just slightly....getting nervous about the possibility of getting my letter today (the mail lady just pulled up, yet I'm too much of a chicken to go and see if my letter is there), tomorrow or the first of the week.
What do I do when I get nervous? I organize. A lot. Plus with the stinky stomach bug that has invaded my house, I'm feeling bleach coming on. My first and foremost job was my rooster (yes, rooster, not kids...I know...mother of the year). I made him a make shift home, while he is recovering from being beat up by my bitties (that would be my hens). Not sure what is going on there, but doctored him up, gave him a little home, outside the coop, yet protected from the cool weather. He is eating and he is strutting just a bit more because he is getting some one on one love.
Next...laundry...massive amounts of laundry. It is an ongoing battle that I face, but I count it as joy that we have clothes to wear (okay, so let's say that I count it as joy because Bug is feeling well enough to fold the massive amounts I washed, yesterday). Dishes are done...with the exception of 1 puke bowl, which I will be scalding shortly.
I have since attacked my mantle. It is full of "pretties" and it is a pain in my butt to dust. It is also a collect all of things that I don't want to deal with or things the kids find. I have them put it on the mantle. Bad, I know, but at least it is a centralized location, where stuff doesn't get lost....it just gets covered up. I tackled that beast and now it is shiny...I will now move onto my adoption basket and then matriculate into the laundry room to do some paperwork.
BTW, Bug is fighting the being sick the previous day, hangover. She is pretty pathetic. Boo and Catfish are better.....till they move. G is down with the cooties and secluded in her room. Peach...I just won't share what is coming our of her, right now...she wouldn't appreciate it.
So....I'm gonna woman up and head to the mailbox. It will either be disappoint because there is no letter or fear because there is a letter and what it might say. Not sure what I'm hoping for....
**to be continued**
NO LETTER :(
I'm on edge, just slightly....getting nervous about the possibility of getting my letter today (the mail lady just pulled up, yet I'm too much of a chicken to go and see if my letter is there), tomorrow or the first of the week.
What do I do when I get nervous? I organize. A lot. Plus with the stinky stomach bug that has invaded my house, I'm feeling bleach coming on. My first and foremost job was my rooster (yes, rooster, not kids...I know...mother of the year). I made him a make shift home, while he is recovering from being beat up by my bitties (that would be my hens). Not sure what is going on there, but doctored him up, gave him a little home, outside the coop, yet protected from the cool weather. He is eating and he is strutting just a bit more because he is getting some one on one love.
Next...laundry...massive amounts of laundry. It is an ongoing battle that I face, but I count it as joy that we have clothes to wear (okay, so let's say that I count it as joy because Bug is feeling well enough to fold the massive amounts I washed, yesterday). Dishes are done...with the exception of 1 puke bowl, which I will be scalding shortly.
I have since attacked my mantle. It is full of "pretties" and it is a pain in my butt to dust. It is also a collect all of things that I don't want to deal with or things the kids find. I have them put it on the mantle. Bad, I know, but at least it is a centralized location, where stuff doesn't get lost....it just gets covered up. I tackled that beast and now it is shiny...I will now move onto my adoption basket and then matriculate into the laundry room to do some paperwork.
BTW, Bug is fighting the being sick the previous day, hangover. She is pretty pathetic. Boo and Catfish are better.....till they move. G is down with the cooties and secluded in her room. Peach...I just won't share what is coming our of her, right now...she wouldn't appreciate it.
So....I'm gonna woman up and head to the mailbox. It will either be disappoint because there is no letter or fear because there is a letter and what it might say. Not sure what I'm hoping for....
**to be continued**
NO LETTER :(
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Again....we interrupt this Ethiopian diatribe to discuss the complexities of life
It is a beautiful fall day....the wind is whippin' through the trees, the clouds are floating around like huge cotton balls, the smell of burning leaves outside, the smell of vomit inside. Ahhhh, gotta love these little moments of life.
As I was in a peaceful slumber, this morning at 1:30 am, my sweet stud of a husband crawls in bed...cuddles up....with what I thought was the whisperings of sweet nothings in my ear. Alas, it was the whisperings of "Peach just puked in her bed." He sure does know how to get a girl moving :) Bless his precious pea-pickin' heart, he took care of the "mess". He actually shook out the chunks off the blanket, close to the patio and onto the boxwood, out back. He even washed the blanket for me.
I went downstairs to check on said puker and she was pretty pathetic. She had a puke bowl and was looking a bit gross. I asked her if she wanted to come upstairs and sleep on the couch. She wanted too, so we made her a bed and settled in for the night. All was well in the world...everyone sleeping, B headed off to work....then there came a whirlwind in my bedroom...it was Boo. "Catfish just puked up some sort of vegetables in his bed!" Alrighty, then...that's nasty. Me, I don't do vomit. I'm a great kind of "after the puke" kind of momma, but the grody stuff...I'd just asoon forego. I walk into his room and there it is, chunky wads of green beans/corn and some other foreign substance. I'm trying not to complete blow chunks, while cleaning this nastiness up.
I gathered what I could and took it out front (I'm an equal opportunity gal, since Peach's chunks were out back, I thought it would be a good choice to throw Catfish's chunks out front) and shook out what I could, behind the boxwood. I walk through the house and realized that my feet were sticking to the floor. My sweet husband (I really am thankful), when he cleaned out Peach's bed, he carried the blanket out, without being ubber careful not to drop vomit droplet's all down the hall, through the dining room, then back through the kitchen, onto the laundry room floor. Gross isn't even the word to describe this moment. I mop, mop again and then mop for a third time. I *thought* I had it all cleaned up...that's what I get for thinking.
Since I couldn't properly get the chunks out of his bed, by his mattress or on the floor, I had to resort to the vacuum cleaner. Doctored up his bed, sprinkled baking soda on the mattress and the carpet and turned around to see Bug, green...not so much with envy, either. She was blowing chunks, as well. I gave her and D some phenergan and they laid back down. Boo was good, so I let him play the wii while I laid back down. He took the dogs out and said that the "cold air made his belly hurt." UGH. I had the 4 sicklys, upstairs resting and the one well one, we cleaned house and took care of business.
She was moping, again..and I went out to check the chickens. The 4 hens and Big Red rooster were waiting for their breakfast and some fresh water. I obliged, with joy. I do enjoy my chickens. The boxes that my kids and neighbors made were ready for some wood chips, so I brought them into the bedroom/bathroom section of our coop. There he was, Nugget aka Einstein (depending on the kid who is doing the talking)....he was perched way up top of some shelves. I got to looking at him and realized that something was different...he was totally missing an eyeball. He has always been the small one of the bunch and the hens didn't care for him, very much, so I'm guessing that they pecked pecked pecked on him.
All of this while I'm STILL hoping and praying that immigration approves us, but that is a whole nother story....today is strictly vomit and one eyed roosters.
The fun never ends, does it....
As I was in a peaceful slumber, this morning at 1:30 am, my sweet stud of a husband crawls in bed...cuddles up....with what I thought was the whisperings of sweet nothings in my ear. Alas, it was the whisperings of "Peach just puked in her bed." He sure does know how to get a girl moving :) Bless his precious pea-pickin' heart, he took care of the "mess". He actually shook out the chunks off the blanket, close to the patio and onto the boxwood, out back. He even washed the blanket for me.
I went downstairs to check on said puker and she was pretty pathetic. She had a puke bowl and was looking a bit gross. I asked her if she wanted to come upstairs and sleep on the couch. She wanted too, so we made her a bed and settled in for the night. All was well in the world...everyone sleeping, B headed off to work....then there came a whirlwind in my bedroom...it was Boo. "Catfish just puked up some sort of vegetables in his bed!" Alrighty, then...that's nasty. Me, I don't do vomit. I'm a great kind of "after the puke" kind of momma, but the grody stuff...I'd just asoon forego. I walk into his room and there it is, chunky wads of green beans/corn and some other foreign substance. I'm trying not to complete blow chunks, while cleaning this nastiness up.
I gathered what I could and took it out front (I'm an equal opportunity gal, since Peach's chunks were out back, I thought it would be a good choice to throw Catfish's chunks out front) and shook out what I could, behind the boxwood. I walk through the house and realized that my feet were sticking to the floor. My sweet husband (I really am thankful), when he cleaned out Peach's bed, he carried the blanket out, without being ubber careful not to drop vomit droplet's all down the hall, through the dining room, then back through the kitchen, onto the laundry room floor. Gross isn't even the word to describe this moment. I mop, mop again and then mop for a third time. I *thought* I had it all cleaned up...that's what I get for thinking.
Since I couldn't properly get the chunks out of his bed, by his mattress or on the floor, I had to resort to the vacuum cleaner. Doctored up his bed, sprinkled baking soda on the mattress and the carpet and turned around to see Bug, green...not so much with envy, either. She was blowing chunks, as well. I gave her and D some phenergan and they laid back down. Boo was good, so I let him play the wii while I laid back down. He took the dogs out and said that the "cold air made his belly hurt." UGH. I had the 4 sicklys, upstairs resting and the one well one, we cleaned house and took care of business.
She was moping, again..and I went out to check the chickens. The 4 hens and Big Red rooster were waiting for their breakfast and some fresh water. I obliged, with joy. I do enjoy my chickens. The boxes that my kids and neighbors made were ready for some wood chips, so I brought them into the bedroom/bathroom section of our coop. There he was, Nugget aka Einstein (depending on the kid who is doing the talking)....he was perched way up top of some shelves. I got to looking at him and realized that something was different...he was totally missing an eyeball. He has always been the small one of the bunch and the hens didn't care for him, very much, so I'm guessing that they pecked pecked pecked on him.
All of this while I'm STILL hoping and praying that immigration approves us, but that is a whole nother story....today is strictly vomit and one eyed roosters.
The fun never ends, does it....
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