Fun{ky} Filled Friday

Happy Friday my friends!

I was perusing good ol' Pinterest earlier this week when I stumbled on my dream wall.

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Hello glorious wall.  I love you.

I immediately took a screen shot and sent it to my hubs.  Have I ever mentioned how much I love this man?

He totally gets me.  He knew exactly what I was wanting without me having to say it.  Love.him.to.pieces

I also stumbled across this little gem on FB {sorry, it was shared so much I couldn't get a good source}.

I think this is just such a good thought.  Keep moving forward.  I'd love to have things be easy peasy like when I was 20, but ugh, I don't want to go back to being 20.

The things people come up with simply amaze me sometimes.  Like this little gem.

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Yep, that's right. A cake slicer thingy for round cakes.  Although this is a pretty nifty item, it makes me laugh. 

If you've read my blog for long, then you know I have a love for old things.  Vintage, antique, whatever...old.  I love the history behind old things, the story.  Where has it been?  Who used it?  We have a house full of stuff that has history.  And we are always adding.  This is totally happening sometime in the future.

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Get out there and find some Fun{ky} Finds and let me know what you found!  Have a great weekend friends!

Finding Your Place

I think as bloggers we try to find a voice for ourselves.  Sometimes that's not an easy thing.

I think we want unity.  To find a place where we can relate.

Somewhere we can talk and meet like minded people.  Bounce thoughts off of others.

Share ideas. Share victories. Share struggles.



A place that's real.  A place where we can own our faults.

Like laundry that's overflowing.  Crumbs on the floor.

An unmade bed.

A peek into someone's life, where we can relate.


I know I started this blog to remember.  To record tiny moments, a glimpse into our lives.

What I didn't expect to find was exactly what I found.


Community.  Friendship. 

Places where I felt a sense of belonging.  Where I could be confident in who I am.

As a mother.  As a wife.  As a friend.

And know that I'm not alone in this journey God has given me.

I hope that I can give that back.  I hope what I share touches someone.  And that they know they're welcome here anytime.

I hope that I can find the words to explain our days.  To explain what I'm thinking in a thoughtful way. 

To share ideas.

To share my faults.

To share my heart.

On the Go

It's been a few weeks, I know.  But, I had very good reason to be absent.  My girl came home and we hit the road!  I was ready.  Ready to have her home. Ready to leave all the nonsense behind.  I needed family time.  I needed a break.

We loaded up the vintage camper and headed to the coast.  It was a much needed getaway.  Something we look forward to every year.

There's something so special about hearing Caroline talk about the coast.  "are we gonna go to the Crazy Cajun?", "we have to go to the Islander so I can see what new stuff they have.", "we're taking the ferry, right?" and on and on it goes. 

We took the ferry, went to the Islander, and went to watch the fireworks.  All traditions we look forward to.  And I know that before long, my sweet 10 year old will totally think we're not cool and complain about beach camping, so I'm soaking it all up while I can.  Maybe she'll surprise me and always think we're cool...or not.

This year was so different from years past.  We normally just have the 3 of us and the hubby's parents, maybe a stray friend or 2.  But this year...we had 18 {6 families} and 4 dogs.  It was a great trip and we loved having family and friends with us. 

It was also a trip with a few new things.  You always know that camping can have it's hazards, and the beach has it's own hazards.  We've never had a problem.  There's always the loud rowdy crew that drinks too much and shoots fireworks, the crazy teens driving big jacked up trucks down the beach, and we've even had a crazy beach bum one year.  This year....well, it was a hodge podge of crazy.

The first morning there, my mother in law had an accident with her RV's canopy, which resulted in a trip to the ER and a lost finger nail.  On the third morning, a friends Yeti Cooler was stolen {probably in the night} and Caroline tumbled into the fire pit from the night before, which still had a few coals...I think she found each and every one of them.  Poor girl.  She was terrified, I was terrified.  Thank God it wasn't bad.  I quickly reacted and got cool cloths on the burns and calmed her down.  It looked bad for the first few hours and I was getting ready to make a decision about heading to the ER, and then she was fine.  I had my entire medical baggie thing with me, but the one thing that I left at home, the Silvadene.  Lesson learned.  Even though we thought we had the whole fire out, there were still some coals, we made dang sure the next night the fire was out and the coals.

Then the last night...filled with all kinds of crazy.  The generator ran out of gas in the wee morning hours.  Then some rowdy {probably trashed} campers next to us shot fireworks into our camp, showering our campers with a million tiny sparks.  Then it stormed, hey at least it cooled off all the little sparks. 

But it was still an amazing time.  Everyone had a blast and we're already planning for next year.

Before I hear what a horrible mom I am for not taking her to a doctor, I've had 2nd and 3rd degree burns before, I kinda knew the ropes and what to do.  I knew hers were mostly 1st and a few spots that would be classified as 2nd degree {the same as a sunburn with little blisters} and I knew that I had treated them accordingly.  God was taking care of her and even sent us a little help.  We went into town the next morning and were both floored when we ran into the nurse from our pediatricians office!  We told her what happened and how I treated it, she took a look and said just what I knew.  She was fine, it would heal nicely and I had done everything just right.  No need to take her in, just use the handy Silvadene when we got home.  ***But please know that if this had been another injury that I didn't know what to do, or if mommy instinct had me worrying, I would have done everything possible to get her medical attention.***

In the Thick of It

So during June, I'm a little crabby because the girl is gone for the month.  Which means that
a. I miss her terribly
and
b. that I can get tons done {if I don't sit and mope}.

I've been swamped with "stuff". 

We had a yard sale.  Too much stuff and not enough space.  Some of it was hard to let go of.  But it had to go.

And we've been getting ready for our annual beach trip with my inlaws.  We go every 4th of July to the TX coast and we literally veg on the beach for days.  Like, we tent camp.  Like beach bums.  And we love every minute of our time there.  We cook on the beach, we bathe, sleep and play on the beach.  Well we shower in the inlaws camper, but it's on the beach.

Every year the hubs and I drive up and down the beach and swoon at the vintage campers we see.  For several years we've said we'll get one.  We finally decided it was time after last year and got to work hunting one down.  We're strange and really wanted one that was different.  We love the old Shasta's and I love Airstream's but hubby really has a thing for vintage campers with odd shapes.  Yeeeesh. 

His dad stumbled on one right down the road from us and we took off to see it.  But we didn't get warm fuzzies when we saw it.  We decided to wait.  Then his dad calls us back and says he bought it!  He loved our idea so much that they wanted to restore a vintage camper too.  So we all set out to make it happen!

 

I've posted a few pics of the process on FB, but there was so much more to be done.  His dad handled all the interior and we did the exterior.  I still have some finishing touches I'll paint on eventually, like pinstriping the back "V" but that can wait.

I was in charge of making the canopy and the outdoor shower curtain.  The canopy is finished!  The shower curtain is in progress.

Today and the rest of the weekend I'll be packingthe camper with the goodies we'll need since we leave on Tuesday!  Beach Bound or Bust!

Once we get to the coast and all set-up I'll do a post that does this baby justice :)

And since we go for the 4th of July, that calls for new mani/pedi's and cute outfits.  I finished C's sash that she'll wear with a romper that she has.   And I'll do our nails the day before we go, you can check IG for those pics in the coming days.

That's it for now friends...have a fabulous day!

A Glimpse

I was doing a little blog reading today when I stumbled onto something fun.

I know all of you read The Pioneer Woman.  If not, go now.

Anywho.

She did a post several days ago titled, Fifteen Ways Marlboro Man and I Are Different.

It made me realize that I give y'all a glimpse into my chaotic mind quite frequently, but only tidbits here and there about the hubs.

And I thought it might be fun.

Because well, I never think about our differences until he does something that makes me think about them.  Did you follow that?

So here you go...15 ways that The Hubs and I Are Different:

1.  He doesn't drink coffee.
I'm not a morning person and I will be mean to you until I have some.  But not on purpose.

I'm totally stealing what she wrote, because she hit the nail on the head with #2.  And it couldn't be any closer to the truth for us.

2.  He watches NASCAR on Sundays.
I watch Real Housewives reruns on Sundays.

3.  He doesn't get sucked into stupid iphone games.
Ahem...Candy Crush Addicts Anonymous...My Name is Alicia, and I'm an Addict.

4.  He wants it to be blistering hot summer year round.
I want it to be blithering cold year round.

5.  He drinks beer.
I drink wine. 

6.  He would be happy to never have another dog or cat.
I try to bring home every single one I see.

7.  He buys 1 shirt a year.
I'm not going to incriminate myself here, but lets just say I've got him covered.

8.  He loves sweet tea.  Like pucker your lips sweet.
I love un-sweet tea. Or at the very most half sweet half un-sweet.

9.  He always answers his phone when it rings.
Unless it's my kid or him, I'll call you back.

10.  He likes to sleep in total darkness.
I like the lamp on.  I had a mean big sister, and hate the dark.

11.  He likes motorcycle magazines and saves them "for ideas".
I like Pinterest "for ideas".

12.  He hates super hot showers.
I love super hot baths.  Like, I'm completely red when I get out.

13.  He falls asleep in 0.1 seconds.
I fall asleep in 1,763,239 seconds.  That's right, if you did the math, it takes me 20.4 days to fall asleep.  Maybe, I'm not good at math.

14.  He reads a book once every 2 years.
I read a couple a month.

15.  He goes to bed at 8:30pm
I go to bed at 1:30am and then lay there for 1,763,239 seconds.

Maybe I'll do a post on our similarities next ;)