I'm really blowing goal #3. So far this week, I have purchased a new pair of pewter shoes, some expensive hair products and a dress.
What the heck? I don't wear pewter shoes! I wear black work shoes, brown work shoes and tennis shoes. I don't wear dresses. I have three hanging in my closet still with the tags on. I haven't worn a dress in at least a year and a half.
I do wash my hair though, so we're good on that.
I need to slow down a bit. I am a binge-spender. It's time to end that binge. I can treat myself, but I need to recognize when I'm being irresponsible and nip it in the bud.
And if the shoes or dress don't fit, I need to send them back!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
willette's joy of love: day 8
Read about the joy of LOVE here.
So I got a day ahead, and then I fell a day behind. I will probably catch up over the weekend. Things are hectic here.
Day 8 assignment: gift from the heart
After my husband asked my mom for her permission to ask me to marry him, she gave him her engagement and wedding rings. My dad had passed away 8 years prior, and my mom had long stopped wearing her rings (not to mention the fact that she was remarried). He knew that having the rings meant a lot to me, but that I didn't want them as my engagement/wedding rings because I would always look at them and see my mom's hands. That's not a terrible thing, it's just not me.
We talked about having the diamonds reset into a different design, but that wasn't possible. Some of the diamonds have been in my family for generations. They are in bad shape. The center diamond had a huge crack in it, and our jeweler said that he expected it to fall apart if we took it out of the setting.
So he took the setting as-is (as-was?), had it mounted on a pendant and bought a chain to go with it. I wear it almost every day to remember the two most important men in my life. I don't have a lot of material things to remember my dad by. That's okay because I'm not a material person. This is one of the few material possessions that I have that has significant sentimental value to me.
I love it, and I love him for giving it to me.
Edited to add: the more I look at this picture, the more I hate it. The color is all wrong. My hand is not orange, I promise. I think it would be cool in black and white, but I don't have a photo editing program that can convert it. I wonder if the weird coloring is because I used spot metering. I'll have to look that up.
Edited again: okay, I "fixed" the orange hand.
So I got a day ahead, and then I fell a day behind. I will probably catch up over the weekend. Things are hectic here.
Day 8 assignment: gift from the heart
After my husband asked my mom for her permission to ask me to marry him, she gave him her engagement and wedding rings. My dad had passed away 8 years prior, and my mom had long stopped wearing her rings (not to mention the fact that she was remarried). He knew that having the rings meant a lot to me, but that I didn't want them as my engagement/wedding rings because I would always look at them and see my mom's hands. That's not a terrible thing, it's just not me.
We talked about having the diamonds reset into a different design, but that wasn't possible. Some of the diamonds have been in my family for generations. They are in bad shape. The center diamond had a huge crack in it, and our jeweler said that he expected it to fall apart if we took it out of the setting.
So he took the setting as-is (as-was?), had it mounted on a pendant and bought a chain to go with it. I wear it almost every day to remember the two most important men in my life. I don't have a lot of material things to remember my dad by. That's okay because I'm not a material person. This is one of the few material possessions that I have that has significant sentimental value to me.
I love it, and I love him for giving it to me.
Edited to add: the more I look at this picture, the more I hate it. The color is all wrong. My hand is not orange, I promise. I think it would be cool in black and white, but I don't have a photo editing program that can convert it. I wonder if the weird coloring is because I used spot metering. I'll have to look that up.
Edited again: okay, I "fixed" the orange hand.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
willette's joy of love: day 7
Read about the joy of LOVE here.
Yes, I am doing this a day early. Mostly because I already have the picture I want to use (yes, I am cheating again) and I figure this is more fun than attending to the laundry.
Day 7 assignment: generations
My husband doesn't have any other family nearby except for the the kids and me, but I took this one of him, his father and B in December.
I feel like I am learning a lot about photography. I don't know if that shows in the pictures that I take, but I am learning. I feel good about my progress.
Yes, I am doing this a day early. Mostly because I already have the picture I want to use (yes, I am cheating again) and I figure this is more fun than attending to the laundry.
Day 7 assignment: generations
My husband doesn't have any other family nearby except for the the kids and me, but I took this one of him, his father and B in December.
I feel like I am learning a lot about photography. I don't know if that shows in the pictures that I take, but I am learning. I feel good about my progress.
willette's joy of love: day 6
Read about the joy of LOVE here.
Day 6 assignment: the ones they love (this one is a twofer, mainly because both kids weren't awake at the same time much today...actually I cheated and the picture of E is from yesterday).
It was a pretty slow weekend around here. In a good way. :)
Day 6 assignment: the ones they love (this one is a twofer, mainly because both kids weren't awake at the same time much today...actually I cheated and the picture of E is from yesterday).
It was a pretty slow weekend around here. In a good way. :)
Saturday, February 5, 2011
willette's joy of love: day 5
Read about the joy of LOVE here.
Day 5 assignment: what you love to hate
I am a really slow eater. Growing up I was often harassed by my brother and sister because they weren't allowed to get up from the dinner table until we were all finished eating. Since I was always the last one eating, they used to try to get me to finish by all means necessary. I never met anyone who eats slower than I do...until I met my husband. Now I know the pain that my siblings felt growing up. His slow eating is especially annoying these days because we have an antsy three-year-old who isn't very good at waiting patiently for his father to finish eating.
Day 5 assignment: what you love to hate
I am a really slow eater. Growing up I was often harassed by my brother and sister because they weren't allowed to get up from the dinner table until we were all finished eating. Since I was always the last one eating, they used to try to get me to finish by all means necessary. I never met anyone who eats slower than I do...until I met my husband. Now I know the pain that my siblings felt growing up. His slow eating is especially annoying these days because we have an antsy three-year-old who isn't very good at waiting patiently for his father to finish eating.
Overwhelmed
I am doing some online research about seed starting, since it's time for me to start my onion seeds. I have been following the method in the All New Square Foot Gardening book, which makes it seem pretty simple. But now that I've started to read online, it seems that I am doing everything all wrong and that it will be a miracle if I ever get anything to grow. Okay, so I'm being dramatic, but I feel like I'm on information overload. I want a fun project to grow plants with my son. I am learning a lot though.
I did move the broccoli seedlings out of the vermiculite and into some potting soil. Of course, after I did that, I read that I did it all wrong. Here is a picture of our little seedlings in potting soil:
I was planning to start our onion seeds today, but I was reading the website for our local extension office, and apparently in my area, you can't grow onions from seed. What the heck?
I did move the broccoli seedlings out of the vermiculite and into some potting soil. Of course, after I did that, I read that I did it all wrong. Here is a picture of our little seedlings in potting soil:
I was planning to start our onion seeds today, but I was reading the website for our local extension office, and apparently in my area, you can't grow onions from seed. What the heck?
willette's joy of love: day 4
Read about the joy of LOVE here.
Day 4 assignment: what they wear
Almost every Friday during the winter, my husband wears a sweater with a collared shirt underneath. For some reason, the collared shirt never really matches the sweater.
Day 4 assignment: what they wear
Almost every Friday during the winter, my husband wears a sweater with a collared shirt underneath. For some reason, the collared shirt never really matches the sweater.
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