the last straw

I recently read that it takes 200 years for a plastic straw to break down, so – while I don’t use very many straws to begin with – I’ve decided to go without using the lid/straw combo that basically every fast food joint has available.

It really ain’t no thing (we rarely grab fast food, anyway) and straws are just a tiny drop in the bucket of my contribution to landfills – something I kinda care about because I’m one of “those” people. I know.

My husband – bless his heart – thinks that I’m being “over the top” and has jokingly referred to me as Bill Nye on more than one occasion, but it’s like, the joke is on you – that dude is the bomb dot com.


We grabbed Taco Bell the other day because Cheesy Gordita Crunches are a thing I can’t/won’t quit and when I brought my refill of Mountain Dew into the car, my husband was mumbling something about how my “carbon footprint is nothing compared to the sticky footprint you’d leave in here if your pop spills everywhere.”

Naturally, I was all, “WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD PUT A LID ON IT.”

I wasn’t talking about my soda, FYI. [grimace emoji]


#squatchallenge #ugh

I first fell in love with clawfoot tubs when I was a kid and we lived in this old house in the city – I was only 8, but I think my soul must have been somewhere around 80.

Fast forward 20+ years and my husband and I bought our own old house in the city – it, too, came with a clawfoot tub and was one of the things that sold me on this place. My husband, on the other hand, has complained about it from day one. He’s of the mindset that “no one takes baths anymore” [eye roll] even though babies do and moms who just want to relax for a few fricken’ minutes absolutely do.


And so, up to this point, going back and forth about how timeless and classic and romantic I think the tub is and how big and dumb and old he thinks the tub is, seemed to just kinda be our thing.


This afternoon, I jokingly huffed and puffed “OKAY, YOU CAN GET RID OF THE CLAWFOOT TUB,” because I’m on day whatever of this stupid ‘squat challenge’ that I hate myself for deciding to do and climbing into that thing for a shower today felt like climbing Everest.

In regards to the squat challenge, though, it’s like, the tub isn’t the only big/dumb/old thing around here, am I right?

Don’t answer that.


A few years into blogging/social media, I joined a site that tracked your “influence.”

I mostly talked about the same stuff I always have/always will talk about (e.g. motherhood, Star Wars, etc.,) but the top two categories that I was listed as ‘most influential’ in were Keanu Reeves and facial hair.

Okay, so I talked a little about Keanu Reeves and his facial hair, but I mean, c’mon.

[heart eyes forever]


I dunno who was influenced by anything I said because my very own husband ditched his ruggedly handsome beard the other day – proof that you shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet. But to let you guys know how extra I am, as he was in the bathroom shaving/hiding from me/laughing, I asked through the door “WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF MINE? WHATEVER IT IS, I’M GETTING RID OF IT.”


(I’m not getting rid of anything, but a good healthy fear is important in a marriage.)

udderly ridiculous and i don’t care

For a brief stint, after my oldest was born, I went back to work part-time-ish.

Since I was breastfeeding, I packed up my pump every day and did my thing in the “quiet room,” following the advice of my lactation consultant and all the websites that said to bring along a photo (or video) of your baby to help with the milk flow.

I think it worked – I mean, I came home with bottles of milk and I guess that was really the whole point.

Fast forward 11+ years and I’m home (and, obviously, very done with the breastfeeding days). I’ve had a few part-time jobs here and there, but the majority of my time has been spent at home, doing the home-schooling thing, and spending my days surrounded by my most favorite people – I’m literally living the life.

It comes with it’s fair share of cons of course, but 100% of those cons are money related, because living on one income is a struggle – one I have and will gladly endure for all the pros.

But in an effort to make a financial contribution before this last Christmas, I joined a few work-at-home sites and nearly funded our entire Christmas after just 2 months. 2 months of staying at home and doing the home-school thing, still surrounded by my favorite people. I just used the time that I would normally refresh my Facebook feed to find literally nothing new, to watch some videos and answer some questions and make a few bucks.

All of that to say this:

Yesterday, my husband and I went to look at/price things for the kitchen remodel that I want/need and I knew that I wanted a farmhouse, apron front sink. Husband is mostly okay with whatever I choose because he trusts my taste (I picked him, after all [eye-roll]).

But when I picked the solid copper farmhouse, apron front sink – the one with the heftiest price tag in all the land of sinks, he was all “OKAY, NO, YOU HAVE TO BE REALISTIC.”

I gently reminded him that I’m one of the most realistic people of all time – hence my melancholy disposition. But today, I’m sitting in front of my computer – watching videos and answering questions, with the printout of my fancy copper sink propped up near my monitor because I will get the sink of my dreams.


i’m the real fixer upper.

If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you know that I’ve been watching a lot of Fixer Upper. Turns out, I found the show just in time for them to be announcing their last season, so thank the good lord for reruns. (Why yes, I do live under a rock, thank you.)

Anyway, I awoke this morning to frozen pipes in the kitchen – the kitchen that I’m DYING to shiplap remodel – and to let you know where I’m at with the whole thing, I nonchalantly called my husband to fill him in on the news/not-really-news, while I filled my coffee pot in the bathroom and thought to myself “this could be it – if the pipes burst (again) and the whole place floods (again) I might actually get my kitchen remodel…!”

The pipes did not burst, so kind of a good news/bad news there.

But, as you know, remodels take money. And time. And more money. And we have very little of the money and come spring, we’ll have very little of the time either because sports. So husband is kinda, sorta rolling his eyes at me, but I’m determined. (And also very used to the eye-rolling because 11+ years of marriage.)

However, he is humoring me and is willing to go “look and get prices,” so I took measurements of our kitchen and a panoramic picture for reference.

“Doesn’t this panoramic make our kitchen look like crap…?”

“Huh? I thought it looked nice.”

“You and I have different standards, I think. Like, you always tell me that I look nice, but [barf emoji].”

“[heart eyes]”

He may not be down with the shiplap, but he sure knows how to make a girl feel like she didn’t spend all morning under the kitchen sink with a blow dryer.

Let’s get you caught up.

I don’t even remember the last time that I published anything on here, but I think it was probably before my hair was colored green and 1/3 of my kids had surgery and adding another dog to the crazy that is our house/life.

By now, my hair is that ugly blond that can only come after the green fades, another kid needs surgery, and the puppy is about to celebrate her first birthday.

Consider yourself caught up.

On to the important stuff: earlier this week, my husband and I got a helluva deal on a smart thermostat – I’m talking sale price, PLUS additional money off, PLUS a gift card to use at a later date, PLUS a rebate. It shipped to our house yesterday afternoon, but by the time we left my niece’s soccer practice, and grabbed tacos for dinner, and Christmas shopped, we didn’t get home until pretty late. But not so late that my husband – who has zero experience with wiring or thermostats and who once ACTUALLY referred to needle-nose pliers as “tweezer-pliers,” thought “hey, let’s install this thing.”

Let’s just say that we’re tired today and he’s probably extra tired of me because I did all the wiring while yelling “MACGRUBER.”

(Hairstyles and adenoids and puppies may change, but I am the same, always.)

Farewell, Princess.

By now, you’ve heard over and over again that the world has lost Carrie Fisher.

I can’t possibly say anything more than countless others have said about her empowering contribution to girls and women everywhere, or her candidness about her mental health issues, or her pictures of her dog, omg, her dog.

But I can’t just say nothing. (It’s not my style, you know that.)

She was obviously much more than a character, but her role as Princess/General Leia was my introduction to her, and you have to know how treasured she is in this house for my grief to make any sort of sense.

On a tangible scale, our house is full of toys and costumes and wigs and books and movies and posters – all bearing her resemblance and containing her story – a story that feels as much a part of my molecular structure as anything else.

But beyond that – and beyond her most notable character, you have to know how much I appreciate real people who talk about real things and how we all suffer when the world has less of those people.

Be real. THAT is empowering.

Miss you, girl.

(Leaving you with a picture of my oldest dressed as Leia years ago, because duh, it’s the cutest.)bella3