Ways In Which I Irresponsibly Utilize My Toddler – Volume I *

Since it’s Wednesday, I would like to take this time to confess the multiple things that I incorrectly utilize my toddler for at home. . . (while also confessing the complete lack of guilt that comes along with said post.) I believe this to be the beginning of a series of posts that will include other environments, situations and/or scenarios in which you can utilize your children improperly so please feel free to jump in with any and all ideas in the comments section below. I hope that you find this topic incredibly useful and I anticipate that if you don’t already have tiny tots of your own, you will come to appreciate their incredible versatility. Hell, maybe you will be so inspired as to go get one of your own!

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The Top Ten Things Toddlers Are Incredibly Useful For (Around The House):

  1. Alarm Clock – Paige walks in each morning roughly 5 minutes after my husband leaves for work. After anywhere between 2 to 3 weeks of this reoccurring routine, I have concluded that setting an alarm on my phone for 8:00 am is pointless. (Yes, I wake up at 8. Don’t judge me – I have a flex schedule I’m not a morning person.)
  2. Maid – Paige literally ENJOYS cleaning. I can’t take credit for this. While I do try to express the importance of a “clean” home, her Montessori wins the “child slave labor” award. She came home after only 2 weeks of school with the desire to wipe tables, throw away her own diapers and toss dirty laundry down our shoot. I don’t know what they are teaching her there but. . . #Winning.
  3. Remote Retrieval – Example: Mommy sits down on couch, forgets remote is across the room. “Paige will you please grab mommy the remote for the TV?” Paige grabs remote and brings to mommy. The end.
  4. Closer of All Things Open – I believe that Paige suffers from some mild form of OCD. I’m ok with this. So far it’s caused nothing but a few small arguments including the reasonable amount of times per day one baby should wash their hands, that cheerios cannot be lined up one-by-one (in a perfectly straight line) across the entire couch or that her juice cup doesn’t always HAVE to be placed in the cup holder. Despite these minor speed bumps we have come to notice some incredibly useful side effects, one being: no cupboard or drawer shall ever be left open in her presence. This also applies to the fridge and toilet seats. (Mind you, she doesn’t even use a toilet yet). She also enjoys rinsing dirty dishes, as this some how equates to additional “hand washes” – #Yipee.
  5. Interior Decorating: I have -on more than one occasion- utilized Paige’s infatuation with paint to assist in decorating my home. Hand her random object, brush, desired color of paint and Ta-Da! It’s done and all I had to do was supervise. Note: This event can/may result in discolored carpeting, colorful hair and/or pink dog fur. #SorryBaxter.
  6. Vacuum: Paige and Baxter take this responsibility incredibly serious. While toddler spills are often just as few and far between as the act of eating said spill off the floor (right), Paige is a stickler for cleaning every damn speck of anything off the ground, couch, table, etc. She has and will continue to bring me microscopic pieces of lint with the utmost concern. For this I am not thankful, just annoyed.
  7. Towel Boy – Ok she’s a girl, but you get the point. Every time I get in the shower and forget to grab a towel: “Paige, Mommy needs a towel!” She delivers with incredible speed, like Jimmy Johns. #FreakyFast.
  8. Dog Duty – Paige is responsible for giving our dog, Baxter, all of his treats. I am too lazy to get off the couch and do it myself, plus find very little reason to reward him – he’s kind of an ass. Paige also assists in Baxter’s bath time and alerts us as to when he would like to be let in from outside. #BecauseICouldNotHearTheExcessiveBarking.
  9. Helpful Hanger – Paige hands each article of clothing to mommy to be hung in her closet thus alleviating any effort of bending over to grab tiny clothes from laundry basket. She also sorts socks and sucks at it.
  10. Designated Dustpan Aficionado – Holds dustpan while I sweep floors. #ProbablyHerFavoriteThingOnTheList.

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And that’s a wrap! While I’m sure my husband can contribute any number of additional pointers to this already growing list, I feel that this first edition is one worth documenting. Do you utilize your children in irresponsible ways? Feel like adding one to the list or just attempting a few of these on your own time? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below! Note To Readers: To avoid any and all confusion: this post was clearly made in a humorous context. Anyone lacking a facetious remark will be swiftly smacked and removed from all comments until further notice. We like to laugh here.

If there is something you feel like confessing (like how badly you want to report me to CPS), make sure you hop on over to Kathy’s link-up at Vodka And Soda for her Humpday Confessions and get in on all the weekly fun!

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Happy Hump Day!

Cheers, 

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I Wanna Know (Where Da Gold At). *

Yeah. Typically I am ALL about this holiday. . . a traditional Irish wild flower, I’m all but sober on a day like this. That is, until I became an adult. . . or stopped bartending. . . I’m not really sure which. While I will always enjoy the pure bliss that is green beer and mass chaos, I have come to realize that there are more important aspects to my March 17th. Take for instance this little gem:

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Not Irish? Hate Green? Despise the crowds  or just don’t think you have a reason to celebrate? I’m here to inform you that you, you my friends, are WRONG. Everyone can celebrate stupidity. #Fact. Everyone Loves Laughing. #AnotherFact. If you haven’t seen this news coverage from back in 2006 in Mobile Alabama, you’re pretty much missing out on all that life has to offer. #Literally. Every year I celebrate this fantastic holiday – beer or not- with a simple 2 minute reminder of why this is one of the most amazingly stupid days ever. . .  then I get excited about life and usually go drink beer. Not this year. It’s Monday People!! But seriously, if you enjoy laughing then you can celebrate a few minutes of your day today too. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

My Husband has a shirt with this exact sketch on it. I have no idea where he got it but he wears it every St. Patty’s day. Few humans see this shirt and realize what it is they are actually looking at, I saw this shirt and realized I had met my match. . . #TrueLove. #WeirdForeverTogether. #MyVeryOwnPatrick.  

Then we have the “Remix”. Don’t slack on me now, I’m being dead serious. If you’re gonna get a lesson on “The Leprechaun” you mine as well educate yourselves! It makes my day every year and I can hardly wait until 2015 to celebrate all over again! For more entertaining Leprechaun laughter visit: http://www.wherethegoldat.com/.

Other then this amazingness, I’m celebrating my St. Patty’s by decorating my daughter in green for daycare, eating a traditional Irish lunch and rocking out to some Dropkick Murphys on my way home from work. #OldPeopleProblems. Oh- and I announced my St. Patty’s Day contest winner at midnight (My First EVER Giveaway)! Big Shout Out to Kathy over at Vodka And Soda. . . #UnethicalShitForTheWin!!

What Traditions Do You Have On St. Patrick’s Day?

Until next year:

Cheers, 

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Silver White Winters That Melt Into Springs. . . *

. . .These are a few of my favorite things! #FridayFavorites. #YesIJustQuotedTheSoundOfMusic. #GetUsedToIt.

So anyhow: Hell YES. It’s 53 degrees out in Detroit and I couldn’t be happier it’s Friday. I would like to get this Friday Favorites kicked off with a few of the things that are just making my life today. . . . and basically this week in general!

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First off: Sweet Tunes. I have been having one of those weeks where everything that’s roughly 10 years old is just rocking my world. I’m reliving my youth and I probably definitely made a new Spotify playlist that’s 581 songs of pure Indie Rock and distant memories. I couldn’t be happier about this. Lets review some of the bands that made this “My Youth & Yours” (Feel Free To Follow Me On Spotify: Chelsea Elizabeth Scally) playlist shall we?

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Yes, I made this. No, I am not ashamed. #JustBored. Pretty much the best music you can find for a day like today.

Second Up: Fresh Air & Sunshine. Yes, this is for real. 50 Degrees. #SpringIsInTheAir! FYI, It will be in the 20’s again by Sunday. #Michigan. #CherishItWhileYouCan. I did, however, make the most of cruising to pick up our office lunch by opening up the Jeeper’s Sky Roof for the first time this year . . . . and of course jamming out to above mentioned tunes. Hey, I might even get a car wash today. . . . if you know me, that’s saying A LOT.

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Third Runner Up: My Job, GroupGolfer.com. Deals are “Clubbin’ It Up” today. Golf is definitely in the air and warm weather is just around the corner. I always LOVE the first spring Friday when I come into the office and we are running a course in every market. . . .and they are all crushing it. It’s a happy happy day for golfers all around and it makes my day. #TeeItUp. Also, a big shout out to “Special Fridays” – another awkward term for Free Lunch Friday- and the selection of El Charro. Best Mexican on the East Side. #GreatWorkTeam. #ThatsANachoNotASalad. Oh and does anyone know where I can get a good pie at around these parts? #HappyPiDay! #LovePie. #FatKid.

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Fourth and Final Favorite Of The Day: The #100HappyDays Challenge. It’s pretty much the coolest and most humbling thing I’ve participated with in a while. It’s basically a challenge to have 100 Happy Days in a row. You can check out more here. I’m only on Day 5 and already feel more grateful. It’s beyond simple. . .idiot proof even, all you need to do is snap a photo of one thing each day, moment, memory etc. and label it #100HappyDays. DONE. Don’t skip a damn day people! If you complete this challenge 100HappyDays.com sends you a photo album of all your Happy Days- (Don’t Forget To Register At The Link Provided Or Click On The Photo Below). Apparently 71% of people fail this challenge and the number one reason is claimed to be “Not Enough Time”. #Sad. I however, have every intention of completing this challenge and am loving every second of it. Seriously, check it out. It’s fantastic!

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So there is that. I welcome you all to share your Favorite Things about well, anything and start appreciating the little things! Comment it up, it’s not like any of you are really working today anyhow. 😉

Happy Friday & Have A Fab Weekend! ♥

Cheers, 

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W is For Confessions *

Wednesdays are my favorite. . . probably because I get to work from home every Thursday #TGIW but also because I truly adore me some Humpday Confessions with Kathy over at Vodka And Soda. What could be better than tossing the monkey off your back and just letting it all air out? #IDontKnow. Plus it’s always fun to try new Link-Ups so I’m jumping aboard The Fitness Blondie wagon again too! So with that being said, I would really like to get to it.

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Confession #1: I want to add a GoogleFriendConnect widget to my blog and I have NO CLUE how to do it. I have been looking into it all morning after reading lots of other blogs and joining their connects. I feel like a lost puppy in “blog world” some days and I just need to figure my shit out. I never did figure out the Pin It options either (mentioned in this post) but then suddenly, Google Chrome answered my blog prayers and added the “Pin It” button to every photo you see on Google Chrome anyhow. For those of you that don’t use Chrome. . . . you’ll just have to wait until my tiny brain catches up. #ISwearImNotStupidJustLazy. So if ANYONE has any advice on how to do this, PLEASE SHARE! Thank you in advance!

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Confession #2: I want to blow up the billing department at my OBGYN’s office. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my OB. They delivered my daughter 2 months early and did an amazing job, they are some of the best doctors around . . . but their billing lady – lets call her Pam – (no seriously, that’s her real name), is a lonely old hag who clearly owns a lot of cats. Pam can’t keep track of anything. When I ask her to pull up any charges in my account more than 3 months prior (mind you, us ladies only visit the OB once a year) she refuses. Not to mention she has sent things to collections now 3 times that were already paid, mailed bills to an incorrect address for the past decade and then has the audacity to make a comment about how she “doesn’t know how anyone could go into collections for a mere $77.” Well lets see lady, I don’t either because that shit was paid, in full, 4 years ago. Stop brushing your cats and file my paperwork dammit! Now lets imagine if she had said that to 20-year-old Chelsea. Oh would the F-bombs be flying, because back then, I probably would have let $77 go into collections. I was flat broke in college. #WerentWeAll? Either way I thought it was incredibly rude and degrading, especially to someone who maybe couldn’t have afforded $77. Yes, I can now, but I’m sure there are plenty of people on this planet that could do a lot more with $77 then pay Pam’s incorrectly filed bullshit. The fact that she made the statement on her own error made her sound all the more ignorant. I gave her a piece of my mind and then promised to bury her cats alive. #ButSeriously, If it wasn’t for my lady parts requiring top-notch service, I would have 100% left this place by now.

Above: See Pam’s Starter Kit. . . Ordered roughly 9 years ago when she stopped giving a damn about her job and started billing shit incredibly wrong.

Confession #3: I haven’t had a day off since last Thursday and I can feel myself physically dying. #OkThatsALie. But honestly, I’m totally exhausted. The collaborative efforts of both Daylight Savings Time and working The Novi Golf Expo 30 hours this weekend have clearly contributed to my cranky demeanor, lack of personal time and what’s that called? Sleep. I don’t bode will with light rest. #Trust. Another Confession, I love me some GrumpyCat MeMe’s but hate cats. This one is perfect:

Confession #4: Speaking of Grumpy Cat, I thought that Meme was pronounced ME-ME. For forever. I work in social media. My friend that worked at Youtube finally called me out this past summer. F-Off everyone who’s laughing at me. . . #Embarrassing.

Confession #5: I ran a Giveaway this week. I screwed that shit ALL up. I also only have like 11 entries and it ends at midnight of the 17th. If you want to check it out feel free, but seriously just try not to make fun. It’s my first attempt at this and apparently WordPress and Rafflecopter are sworn enemies. . . I’m not even sure. Honestly, I think WordPress can just be a little bitch sometimes. . . I recently was informed that when I reply to your lovely blog comments with WP, it doesn’t inform you that I replied. What. The. Hell. #IGiveUp. Anyhow, if you want to try and win a FREE Print on me, #IHeardYourChancesArePrettyGood. . . . here’s the Entry Form:

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Confession #6: I hate Cheese. Like, all kinds. Sorry Amanda, I had to confess after reading your cheese filled blog today. But to all of those that love it, I support you. I completely accept that I’m the “exception”. . . ya’ll cheese gobblers are the “rule”.

If you want to get in on the madness, hop on over to Vodka and Soda and link-up with Kathy for some confessions. . .

or jump on in with Liz from Fitness Blondie’s Hump Day Blog Hop!

Happy Humpin! #TGIW 

Cheers, 

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Ashes To Ashes. Dust To Dust. *

Lent. Something I have yet to practice in my 28 years on this earth. Yes, I was baptized Catholic and while that’s typically where your journey in faith begins, mine pretty much about ends there too. I grew up in a happy home, a hopeful home and a humble home. No, we didn’t attend church, except for the occasional wedding, funeral, baptism etc. but that didn’t result in a lack of faith. Faith in what? I don’t really know. I still question that rather often, but I knew that things happened for a reason. I knew it wasn’t all just me. At least that’s what I was told. . . at this point in my life I can attest that it’s more than likely still the case.

But Lent? Lets be honest, I had never even heard the term “Lent” until my senior year of high school. I don’t know if it was the lack of catholic upbringing or the outright obliviousness that were my youthful years, but I had not a damn clue that Lent even existed.  When I did finally come to understand, I figured that unless I was an out-and-out Catholic, participating in the act of Lent would be somewhat hypocritical. To this day I still feel that same doubt. . . amongst other things.

Over the years I disregarded Lent. I couldn’t shake that feeling that I didn’t belong and it seemed to me that it was an easy out for people who failed on their New Year resolutions. 40 days and 40 nights. . . .totally same thing! [Right.] Not to mention all the ass hats who couldn’t make a faithful gesture if their lives depended on it are now “giving up” for Lent. Yes, I’m sure Baby Jesus adores you for those 40 days of sacrificing a Dr. Pepper. #Idiots.

Then in college came the jokers of lent. “I’m giving up sex”, “I’m giving up drinking”, “I’m giving up _________ (<—Insert incredibly immature and already uncondoned Catholic behavior here.)”. I mean seriously, if you were a true Catholic you would know that half the things you’re “giving up” weren’t supposed to be happening in the first place. #Sinners. You just read all sorts of stupid. As time passed and life went on, Lent would always be just another amusing month of nonreligious humans attempting to proclaim their Christianity by avoiding all things chocolate. . . OH and the never-ending “fish platters” during my Friday night bar shift.

After college, my husband and his sisters were the first people I was in direct contact with that took part in Lent. Our first Lent together, I was pregnant. PJ gave up Alcohol, or at least beer, I can’t really remember. While it was a sweet gesture to keep my fat, pregnant and sober ass in good and decent company. . . it’s still the same stupid concept that I mentioned above. No, he doesn’t go to church (anymore), he eats meat on Fridays and the only real reason he’s partaking is because it’s something to Tweet about. That same year I gave up caffeine, smoking, deli meat, medium-rare steak, alcohol, belly flops, mountain biking, crab legs, any future in professional sky-diving, my dream job at Titleist, a relocation to Boston, perfect abs, my genuinely decent physique and gravity (see ya later perky tatas). I will go on record saying that my first attempt at “Lent” was a blowout. #Winning. But seriously, I didn’t partake in Lent.

(Kathy This One’s For You! #HappyWednesday! ♥)

You see, life is all about sacrifices. I don’t need a calendar to tell me when it is I should consider “giving something up”. Just like I don’t need to attend a Sunday service to believe in “God”. Looking back on my life as it relates to religion, I know that one quote and one moment alone made a larger impact on me than any Sunday sermon or list of vows. It was a single line from the movie Simon Birch. . . . “Faith is not in a Floor Plan”. While this may seem incredibly stupid to many of you now, back in 1998 I was 12 years old. I was just beginning to understand the difference between how my friends were raised as it related to religion as opposed to myself. This statement helped me grasp on to what it is I wanted to trust in, that no mater where I was I could always believe. My family supported this in it’s entirety and from that moment forward it’s how I’ve viewed religion.

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So I confess (since it IS Wednesday) that I once again, can’t commit to Lent. It’s not the sacrifice or the 40 day loss- it’s the fact that in no faithful context would I feel obligated to equate my ability to stop snacking on Milky Way Darks to an act of spiritual selflessness. Granted, giving up particular habits (such as: Starbucks on Saturdays) can prove to be rather difficult, it doesn’t mean that in turn, the world is becoming a better place.

So with that being said, I’ll be giving up nothing- per usual. As I will continue to eat my morning Cheetos and digest yesterdays Biggby, I will also remind myself that I make sacrifices every single day. . .for family, for friends, for the future, for me. . . .  and I don’t stop at #40.

Also: Please jump in on Kathy’s Hump Day Confessions over at Vodka & Soda

& say Hello to Liz from Fitness Blondie with her Hump Day Blog Hop!

Get in on the action and meet new people, I know I can’t wait!

Cheers!

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Boy, That Escalated Quickly *

In light of my recent blogging, it’s come to my attention that my acts of “internet rant”- if you will – have been everything less than secretive. With numerous friends and family discovering my private world of personal thought, it’s becoming more and more apparent that I need to step forward before I’m “found out”. While I initially planned to post publicly from the start, the past 5 months have made quite clear that I am in no way ready to step out of my comfort zone.

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In the beginning, personal dissatisfaction was strung together by tiny pieces of self-doubt and Front Paige News was in NO WAY ready for public scrutiny. While I dabbled with layout, structure, themes and more, the first few months of this personal blog were both completely chaotic and professionally un-published. If you take a look through my Archives, you’ll see that one Photography post was made back in October (My First Post EVER) and then NOTHING until the last weeks of November. I was absolutely petrified long before “my” world was even part of the equation. With no idea on where to go, I refused to face my fears. Then one sleepy day in November I came across Amanda over at Voyage of the MeeMee. A close friend, she lit a fire under my ass to get up and get going. Her blog’s been a great motivation and while we’ve discussed our mutual fears of going “Public” if you will, she can always – at the very least – inspire me to take tackle my fears online. This works, and now I’m regularly posting to an audience of complete strangers. Did I mention it’s fun??

But that’s not the point.

Now I’m here, 30+ posts later and I’m starting to feel the pressure of what to do with myself and my blog. Who am I writing to? While I adore this personal “blogisphere” I live in with a micro-mini collection of comments and a handful of followers, I know that my reasoning behind blogging in the first place was to create an open forum for those that I know and care about to come together and follow-up on the things going on in me and my family’s life. Now that I’m actually blogging, that’s my biggest fear!

Am I ready for everyone I know outside of this tiny space to see my little creation? Is it really anything? Lets be real, I still have no idea what I’m doing and while I’d like to think my friends and family would chime in each day and merrily read up on my happenings, this is nothing more than an elongated Facebook status that most people should scroll on by. . . Which brings me to my next fear, what if people DO read it? That’s even more horrifying! What if people actually like this garbage and I end up feeling more and more obligated to keep up on my posts. The pressure would be both intimidating and unnecessary on so many levels. I mean, it could really get out of hand! This isn’t my full-time profession. I don’t need the added stress of one more item on my daily “to-do” list do I? Or do I?

While I’ve yet to really feel secure in my blogging abilities, it’s something I truly look forward to. Yes, I still slack on a variety of levels and no, I don’t always know where I’m going with each post. But that’s ok, I’m learning. I’m facing my fears on a daily level and instead of running, I’m stepping up. . . .little by little.

I guess this brings me to my question for all of you: At what point did you take the plunge and introduce your personal space to your personal “people”? Was it months? Years? Immediately? What was your experience and what is your advice – if any – for me?

Ps. I would also like to toss a huge Happy Birthday out to Amanda over at Voyage of the MeeMee! Your’e the peaches to some sweet and tasty cream and I love you bitch. . . Xo! 

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Cheers!

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Friday Favorites *

In an attempt to stay on track, I’m sticking to my Friday Favorites this week. . . . While I have no idea if I even like this idea yet, I have established a Link-Up for any of you that want to get in on this. I also realize I’m not even posting this until like 6:00 pm on Friday (I’m a slacker) so I won’t have hurt feelings if none of you want to get in on this action! Seriously, I’m just testing some shit out because well, I have NO clue what in the hell I’m doing EVER so I figure today would be a decent day to attempt a link-up.

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For this Friday Favorites I just want to share a few of my favorite quotes, one liners and musical lyrics that mean a little something to me. Reading inspirational, humorous or even light-hearted quotes is something I’ve always enjoyed and I’ve recently began to turn these personal favorites into inspirational prints. Combining work with passion. . . it’s just something I’m trying for meSticky Note 7.jpg Sticky Note 5.jpg Sticky Note 1.jpg Sticky Note 2.jpg Sticky Note 8.jpg Sticky Note 4.jpg Sticky Note 6.jpg Sticky Note 3.jpg

I just love these little sticky notes. I have to say that every one of these quotes just brightens my day!

What are some of your favorite quotes?

Feel like sharing some of your favorites? It can be anything! Get creative and join in on the fun! Happy Friday. 

Please Feel Free To Get In On The Friday Favorite Action By Joining My Link-Up- Or just get in on it for the sake of me making sure I’m doing this shit right!!!

Cheers!

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What Day Is It?

Hello Hump Day! This day. Seriously. Ok, so I have to get right on my confessions this week. Literally, have been in need of confessions since basically the moment I stopped typing confessions to Kathy LAST Wednesday. . . anyhow. Here goes:

Confession #1: I can’t stop crying today. Like legit tears. I don’t ever cry (Reference to last weeks post about my dog dying- no tears) so that just tells you what kinda day it’s been. I’m at work mind you, *ps. this has nothing to do with work- I LOVE my coworkers and job!* so I keep creeping off to the bathroom like I have to pee my pants every 30 minutes. It’s pretty much awful, awkward and I just want to go home. And NO, I will not be sharing the dirty details today. . . Thank You. OH and Thank god for good friends and chocolate covered strawberries. My best girlies had these delivered to my office today because they knew I was down. . . . ♥ Them!

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Confession #2: I swear I talk about Chocolate Covered Strawberries like every other post, I’m sorry. Actually, I’m not but I will make a valiant effort to dial it down. Actually, no. That’s a lie too. This entire confession will more realistically result in my desire to bring up C.C.S-Berries all the more now.

Confession #3: I haven’t given Paige a bath in four days. Actually that’s another lie, she hasn’t had a bath in like six-seven days. She showered with me on Saturday night though. . . so that counts. Although mentioning to my husband that our 2 year old took a shower was sort of awkward. The whole event was awkward really. . . “Where’s Paige?” – “In The Shower.” Just say it out loud and look at this face:Screen Shot 2014-01-13 at 2.20.38 PM

Now: picture it in the shower. #DamnWeirdBaby. Regardless, I don’t feel that guilty as I’ve found lots of parents don’t bathe their nuggets every day. . . or even every other. Or every other,other. I mean personally, If I shit my pants once or twice a day I would want baths on the regular. Paige? Just doesn’t care. I mean sure she likes baths but she also likes 8,567 other things ALL at once, so her bath sometimes falls down the list.  . . . Oh forget it, I was being lazy. But seriously, I have a hard enough time squeezing in a shower for myself most days and now this? #MomProblems

Confession #4: After posting my previous confession I am now slightly nervous petrified that Child Protective Services will come knocking on my door because I neglected to bathe my OCD baby. Trust me- her 15 minute hand washing session 4-6 times a day more then make up for her lack of a luke-warm tub. . . .you would think she’s Howard Hughes in the Aviator.* #ISwearImAGoodMother.

*If you didn’t get the reference then I’m sorry. It’s funny. Just Google that shit already. Then laugh.

Confession #5: I must do YOGA tonight. I haven’t partaken in this relaxing ritual it almost two weeks. I was really getting into it for a while. I’m not one for many extra curricular activities- unless you count running up and down the stairs 9 times a night because I can’t seem to ever remember what I’m looking for in our basement storage room, like EVER– but Yoga’s different. I’ve needed something for ME this winter. Something to get out of my own head for 30 or so minutes. I golf and bike in the summer but this harsh winter has been hard on the soul and Yoga has helped. Plus I enjoy watching Paige attempt the poses. . . she’s actually getting pretty good. #NamasteBitches.

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That’s a wrap! For all of you that don’t know: Wednesday is the perfect occasion to head on over to Kathy’s link-up at Vodka & Soda and take part in her “HumpDay Confessions“. A hilarious excuse to air your dirty laundry, her links are just what the doctor ordered for your mid-week blues!

Cheers,

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Try Something New *

What is it about change? What about change-in all it’s uncertainty-forces certain people to just completely shut down? Is it Fear? As I have come to understand in my lifetime, fear is the root of all unhappiness and unhappiness stems from one’s inability to change. In knowing this, I have always made a conscious effort to welcome change into my life. A creator of personal prints and someone who’s small obsession with an abundance of quotes glimmers quite obvious; one of my all time favorite quotes has always been that on Darwinism:

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent. It’s the one that’s the most adaptable to change.”

Truer words were never spoken. While I’ve dabbled in my own guilty moments of peaceful contention, I’ve never lost the ambition to seek new paths. An explorer at heart, I’ll seek my kicks in every corner. While I may find myself often limited by particular life-choices, this doesn’t mean that I have to sacrifice who I am as a person, my happiness and my curiosity.

Last night, I came across a quote on a friend’s Facebook that took me by surprise. Perhaps it was that I had never heard this quote, (which is indeed surprising as I creep thousands of quotes per week). . . or maybe it was the fact that it completely encompassed my life in that exact moment. 

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I sat both confused and inspired on my couch alone. Was this what I was afraid of? Was I afraid? Was I myself, resisting change?

While a constant argument in my home tends to circle around any substance of modification, my husband often states his inability or desire for any type of drastic change. He’s content. I often find myself frustrated and bewildered at such a person. Am I content? Sure, for a hot minute while I’m sipping tea and watching Netflix in my Northface pants. I can be down right humble at times . . . but I’ll always be self-seeking, ever changing. I strive for personal growth. . . the adrenaline in not knowing. Yet here I am afraid of some of Life’s “What Ifs”.

  • When I started this blog, I was afraid. Afraid of publishing content, afraid of my layout, afraid of being boring, afraid I would look like I had NO idea what I was doing. Well guess what? I still don’t. Oh and guess again, that’s Ok.
  • My Etsy Shop? I’m afraid it won’t become what I want it to be. I want busy, I want traffic, I want a full time commitment. While I can’t predict the future, I can do my part in making sure I’m on the right track to success. It’s something I enjoy and it brings happiness to people all around me.
  • Crafting? #SeriousAmateurRightHere but hey, I’m totally addicted. While I’m often afraid of attempting a difficult project, I’m always finding way to expand my creativity and take it to the next level-One step at a time.

So now what? Time for CHANGE. I want to stop fearing the “what if’s” and become the “what’s up”! I want independence, self reliability, individual worth. I need that, for me. I need to take my passion for the creative and put it to work. I want my passion to become a career and this career to be my passion. So I ask you: what’s the next step? I love this quote for the very reason that I’m NOT a professional, yet I have no idea how to take a step back from the professional (corporate) world and just BE. Be an amateur. Be willing to accept that things wont be perfect, wont be pretty; however, I just may succeed.

Have any of you turned your passion into a career? Did your career become your passion? What’s the secret to loving what you do and doing what you love??

♥ Cheers!

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Is There Still Time? Humpin’ It Up *

Ok so confession #1: I had all day to get this post done, it’s 11 pm. Here I am. #LazyAsHell. But seriously, I wasn’t being lazy (for once). I was actually hard at work all day- AKA rolled into the office around 10am, took a super long lunch with my girl Lindsey, painted my nails, then left early to head to Google’s- Best Startup In Detroit Competition to play “photographer” for a friend’s company. So my bad, but #SorryNotSorry. But regardless, glad I could link it up with Kathy over at Vodka&Soda for some HumpDay Confessions!

Confession #2: I raked in over $500 this week on my Etsy Page. I’m pretty much fucking awesome. Actually, my friends are all just buying my shit and that crazy bumble bee bitch who raked in a larger than life order, but regardless. #Winning!

Confession #3: I didn’t shower today. I’m about to climb into bed with my husband, who will attempt to do his own “Hump Day Confessionals”…. SHHHH. Don’t tell.

Confession #4: I can’t stop watching Pretty Little Liars on Netflix. I’m on season 3. DON’T FUCKING SPOIL THIS SHIT FOR ME. I know it’s a horrible show and it’s a little over the top (My Husband Hates It) but hey, I get hooked on this crap. It’s pure wonderful. Like THIS sort of wonderful. . . .

Confession #5: I don’t understand the difference between Ice Dancing And Figure Skating on the Olympics. Please Explain.

Side Bar: This is the same face I make when trying to distinguish the difference. . . which face? I don’t know, Both.

Confession #6: I have a huge boner for Will Smith. . . watched him on the new The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. White girl wants to get Jiggy With It.

Alright so that’s that. Lucky me, it’s still Wednesday *11:57 Pm Bitches!!!!. . . . TaTa for now!

Cheers!

– C