I Couldn't Make This Up If I Tried

Jason and I decided to go to dinner Friday night. We picked a tiny, local Thai place, but once we got there we noticed it was extremely busy, so we decided to try another place. The second place was closed. Not like closed for the day, but closed for good. So we picked a third restaurant and got right in.

We were seated at a small table for two, right between two other small tables for two. We noticed a table nearby with a man and woman who ordered chips and queso as an appetizer (which looked really good!), so we decided to order some too. Our waitress nodded over at the other table and said, "Oh... they actually just got the last batch of chips... and we don't have time to make more. So... I guess you don't want an appetizer?" Jason and I thought it was interesting how she didn't even offer a suggestion for another appetizer instead. Plus, the fact that they weren't planning to make more chips! So we just ordered our food.

A few minutes later, a table nearby received their appetizer of spinach dip and chips! So we flagged down our waitress and told her that the other table had chips and asked if we could reorder our appetizer of chips and queso.

In the meantime, the two ladies at the small table next to us received their food. As soon as the plates were on the table, one of the ladies loudly told the waitress, "When the time comes, we'd like separate checks." Not a big deal, but she said it really loud and matter-of-fact--almost like it was an issue.

Across the room, there was a table of college-aged kids. One girl had an shrill, loud laugh and kept laughing over and over. It was one of those laughs that almost makes you jump because it catches you off guard. She laughed like this a lot.

As we're eating our appetizer, the man and woman at the table nearby with the chips and queso received their food. I overheard the woman ask the man if his food was hot. A minute later, she flagged down the waitress and told her that their food wasn't warm. The waitress apologized and took the food back to the kitchen. The next thing we know, the couple is getting up from their table, gathering their jackets and leaving! They didn't leave any money on the table to pay for their appetizer or drinks. They just left!

A few minutes later, a man who looked like a manager walked through the room. We could tell he was looking for the couple whose food wasn't warm. He went up to a table with a little boy, his mom and grandmother. We couldn't hear what was said, but it seemed he was assuming they were the ones with cold food. The young mom pointed to the (now empty) table where the man and woman were sitting. I think the manager figured it out pretty fast.

At this point, our food came (which was warm!) and a new couple sat down at the small table on the other side of us. Because our tables were so close to each other, we could hear--for the most part--what they were saying. They had a lot of small talk: the guy said he "may or may not have read all of the Twilight books" and was planning to see the newest movie. The girl listed a few things that sounded good from the menu including baja tacos. Except, she didn't say "baja," she said "ba-jaw." I guess she failed Spanish 101...

As we're eating, the girl across the room with the shrill laugh is still laughing. The girl next to us starts talking about a new dessert bar in town called The Choc'late Mousse Pie Bar (which, by the way, is amazing!). The guy had never heard of this place, so the girl starts explaining the concept: graham cracker crust is poured in the bottom of a glass, then you choose a pie filling and it's topped with mousse. "But a not a real moose," the girl said, "mousse like whipped cream." The funny thing is, she wasn't joking when she said "a real moose." She was dead serious.

Across the room, I noticed three ladies sitting at a table. Two of the ladies were feeling the forehead of one lady as if she might have a fever. Not what you want to see while you're eating.

A few minutes later, I heard coughing, which I didn't really think much of. Except that I noticed the mom of the little boy frantically wiping her table and pants and the front of the little boy's shirt. Then she shouted across the table at the grandmother, "I didn't force feed him! No... I didn't force feed him!" I'm not sure what that was all about, but the little boy had gotten sick at the table!

In the meantime, the girl next to us bluntly said, "Well, the reason I wanted to meet tonight was to talk about what happened the other night. I'm not afraid of awkwardness, so I'm just going to jump right into it." We couldn't hear everything that was said between the girl and guy next to us, but it was pretty awkward--and it didn't even involve us!

At this point, we were just about finished with our food and I was more than ready to get out of there! I don't think I've ever been out to eat where there was so much going on at once!

And... we're off!

We're off to a new city! Well, not completely new. I guess I should say we're going back to this particular city.

After much praying, patience and more praying, Jason has found a new job in Dallas. We're really excited about this new opportunity, but at the same time, we'll miss the family, friends and our first house here in Lubbock.

Luckily, I will still keep my current job since we have two stores: one in Lubbock and one in Southlake. So it all works out!

In the meantime, we're dealing with trying to sell our house which is hard. Hard because that means we have to make the bed everyday. When we first got married I was a stickler about making the bed. I grew up making my bed everyday. Once we moved into our house a few years ago, something changed. I started thinking, why make the bed every morning when I'm just going to get into it again at night? So we stopped for the most part, except occasionally on the weekends and always when people came over. We also can't leave mail on the island anymore, my straightener on the counter or socks on the floor (I'm perfectly ok with the last one. Dirty clothes have a place in this house, which is not the floor!).

So, here we are, about to start another new adventure. We have no idea where we'll live, when our house will sell, if we'll rent, buy or build, what church we'll go to or how everything will work out. But we've trusted God and His timing which has never failed us. We don't know how everything will work, but we know through God, it'll work.

The Comeback

I can't believe my last post was in February! At least I left you with a good one: Oreo balls...

So why did I stop blogging for the past 8 months? To make a long story short, because of my job.

To make a long story long: back in February, I worked at the convention and visitors bureau. My very good friend (and supervisor) left the CVB to work somewhere else. Then, the company decided not to re-hire her position. Instead, her responsibilities were divided among the department. My workload instantly--and dramatically--increased. Then, the CVB decided to merge our marketing department with our sister company's marketing department (or the one person who made up their marketing department). This made my workload increase even more.

In April, I accepted a new position at Malouf's, a high-end retail store in Lubbock and Southlake. I went from being a coordinator and assisting the marketing director at the CVB to actually being the marketing director--with no assistants--at Malouf's (except I did have an intern whom I met once, then decided not to come in or return any of my calls after that). Since I started my new position, work has been non-stop. I thought I had a heavy load at the CVB--boy was I wrong! I really enjoy my job, but it's a lot of work! I have since hired a wonderful intern who has drastically helped me, but there's still so much pressure when the whole department is riding on my shoulders. I definitely put most of the pressure on myself, but that's only because I have such high expectations for myself.

So from (mostly) single-handedly trying to run the marketing, advertising, events and promotions of two stores, I've hardly had energy to blog, let alone come home and look at the computer after I've been doing that all day.

I'm slowly getting the hang of things and figuring out how to balance work with the rest of my life, hence my comeback!

In the meantime, Jason and I celebrated our 4-year anniversary in August. This time, no cars were totaled...

And Harley is just as cute--and smart--as can be. I just love this little guy!

I also read this book, which is now one of my all-time favorites. It's such an amazing story!

And finally, just a few days ago, I signed up for Pinterest. I can see how easy it is to become obsessed with this site. I'm already on my way...

Now that I've made my comeback, I guess I have to start blogging more. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a comeback. It would be an appearance. And I'd like more than an appearance on my blog!

If you love Oreos...

and cream cheese...

and melted chocolate...

then you'll love this!



I made these Oreo balls a few weeks ago, and they were amazing!

I've made cake balls once before and the process was a little tedious and somewhat difficult. Making these Oreo balls was the complete opposite experience. With only three ingredients (1 package of Oreos, 8 ounces of cream cheese and 1 package of Baker's Chocolate), making the Oreo balls couldn't have been easier!

Here's how to make them:
1. Crush all the cookies in a food processor until finely chopped. Or, if you're like me and you unfortunately don't have a food processor, just crush them with a rolling pin inside a Ziplock bag. Set aside some of the crushed cookies for the topping.
2. Add cream cheese to the crushed cookies.
3. Roll into 1 inch balls.
4. Dip in melted chocolate and top with crushed cookies.

Before I dipped the balls into the melted chocolate, I put them in the freezer for about an hour to make them more solid and easier to roll around in the chocolate.


Mmmm....just look at them. Don't they look good? Well, they were! It sure was hard not to eat just one...trust me!

Hypothetically Thinking

Hypothetically thinking, if a husband and wife decide to go out for the night to play a card game (let's just say this hypothetical game was called Hand and Foot, which hypothetically is a lot of fun) with their friends, and said husband and wife stay out all night leaving their puppy at home, there hypothetically could have been a puddle awaiting them on the laundry room floor. Luckily, for this scenario, that hypothetical situation didn't happen–this time. But hypothetically, since husband and wife stayed out all night, said puppy was probably sleeping most of that time. When husband and wife returned home, they played with puppy to wear him out–especially sweet husband–but had no luck. This hypothetical puppy was full of energy and wanted to play for a long time.

Hypothetical husband and wife went to bed, with hypothetical whining puppy not wanting to go to his bed. Hypothetical puppy might have woken up a few hours later. Hypothetical wife took him to potty outside. Hypothetical husband slept through this, of course. Hypothetical puppy woke up an hour later ready to start the day. Hypothetical wife was not ready to start the day but couldn't sleep because hypothetical puppy wanted out of his hypothetical crate. Hypothetical husband again slept through this. Wife, still tired, got out of bed, played with puppy and started the day–much, much earlier than planned–with hypothetical husband again sleeping through everything. But this is a hypothetical situation, so of course, it didn't happen.

Perspective

Yesterday was one of those less than ideal starts to a day. As cute and sweet as he is, Harley kept asking for my attention while I was trying to get ready, I dropped my unopened applesauce (part of my lunch) on the kitchen floor and it exploded, I needed to stop at the post office before going into work so I was feeling rushed to get to the office, and on top of that, I was running late.

Needless to say, I was feeling overwhelmed. I have always—and obviously still do—put pressure on myself to be on time, have perfect attendance and not have anyone question where I am. That's why throughout college, I probably only skipped one or two classes—ever. I just couldn't bring myself to miss a class on purpose because what if someone wondered where I was? What if I missed something important?

After I rushed my overwhelmed and irritated self into the car, I felt like God started talking to me. I don't get this feeling very often where I feel like I can actually hear God, but I did yesterday morning.

"Were you able to finish getting ready?"

Yes.

"Was the applesauce cleaned up off the floor and a new one added to your lunch?"

Yes.

"Are you on your way to mail this package so it'll arrive in time for your mom's birthday?"

Yes.

"Will you realistically only be about 5-10 minutes later than usual to work? Aren't you always on time?"

Yes and yes.

"Then relax. Calm down. Everything is working out just fine. You don't need to worry about anything. I've got this."

I felt like God kind of put things in perspective for me. Like He said, everything got done. Everything was fine. Everything was going to work out. So there was no need to get overwhelmed and irritated in the process of it all. And things do always work out—in one way or another. Things might not always go as I plan (I didn't expect I'd be cleaning up applesauce that morning), but things will work out as they should because God plans them that way.

Christmas and More

We are not lacking in the Christmas tree department anymore. While we were visiting my family for the holidays, Jason and I stopped at a little Christmas shop and found the perfect tree! It's exactly what we were looking for: 9 feet tall and slim with white lights. Now we're just lacking in the Christmas ornament department, but those will be fun to buy!

Unfortunately, we didn't take a single picture at Christmas or New Year's. I know, we're really bad about that. We had Christmas with Jason's parents the week of Christmas, and then went to Dallas for Christmas with my family. While we were there, we hung out with my mom's side and dad's side of the family. It was so nice to see everyone!

There was, however, a pretty intense game of Battle of the Sexes with my mom's side of the family. We all got together a few times while Jason and I were in town. During one of those times, we played with the regular Battle of the Sexes cards. After we went through all of the cards, we decided to kick it up a notch at the next get-together. So we all had a week to come up with the hardest questions we could think of (or find online!). Of course the guys gave the girls a lot of historical and construction questions. Jason kindly threw in a few GMAT questions that none of the girls could get. And the girls gave the guys several undergarment, feminine hygiene and fashion questions. It was a pretty crazy game!

I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love right now.


I'm trying so hard to love it, but I just don't yet. I'm nearing the end of the first part (still in Italy), and while I enjoy the book, I don't constantly desire to read it like I wish I did. I want to love it, but there's no love there. Just like.

Remember the tags we made and put in Hodgepodge Design to sell?


They're actually selling! Dinah is going to continue to keep them in her store and sell them throughout the year. I'm hoping we can also make some new products to add to her store this year!

Lacking in the Tree Department

I can't believe it's already December! But that means it's time for sugar cookies, lights lining the rooftops of homes, hot chocolate, gingerbread houses and Christmas decorations!

Our entertainment center is adorned with garland...


A Christmas tree candle holder glows in the kitchen...


Cone-shaped trees sit in the dining room...


More garland lights up our mantle...


A wreath garnishes the centerpiece of our dining room table...


Yet another strand of garland dresses up our entry...
(Yes, I realize we have a lot of garland everywhere. We got a really good deal on it last year!)


And finally, stockings hang from our mantle. Even one for little Harley!


What are we missing?

Oh, that would be a Christmas tree!

Our current tree is pretty sad. Kind of like Charlie Brown's Christmas tree:


So we haven't put our tree up. We've looked around a little, but haven't found a new one yet.

I wouldn't mind this one:

It's apparently one of the world's most expensive trees. It's made out of 21,798 diamonds totaling 913 carets. I think I'll add it to my Christmas list...

Projects

Back in October, we celebrated Jessica's daughter's birthday. Madison turned two years old. I designed and printed a birthday party invitation for her. The theme was a garden fairy party. There were butterflies, fairy wings and bubble wands–so cute!


At the end of October, my cousin Janna got married. I designed the wedding programs for her. The main color of her wedding was teal, so I matched the program's font color to be the same as the bridemaids' dresses.



Jason had the idea of letterpressing gift tags for Christmas. So we got a die made from a die-cutting company, ordered paper, found some baker's twine and made gift tags!


Tons of gift tags!

Aren't they beautiful? I think the tags are our best letterpress project yet!


A few months ago, I talked to one of my friends who owns a local store called Hodgepodge Design. I told her about the tags we wanted to make, and she agreed to sell them in her store for us! She's really sweet like that! The tags have been selling in her store for about two-and-a-half weeks now!

Remember these cards I made for Kailee's wedding shower?


We also put some of those–in green and blue–in Hodgepodge Design to sell.


Jason is making some business cards for me, too. He letterpressed the front of them today.


And finally, an update on little Harley: He is doing so well! He's so smart and such a cutie! I just love him so much! We've taught him to sit, and now we're working on lying down and staying. He's having a harder time with those, but he'll catch on!

Phase 2

Remember in my last post I said I was back in my wanting-a-dog phase? I’ve entered into a new phase now: having-a-dog phase!

The breeder I called who had the ad in the newspaper had maltese/shih-tzu mix puppies. They were only a few weeks old (and expensive!). Then she told me she had a maltese/poodle mix (maltipoo), who was a little older (12 weeks) and much, much less expensive (because he was older).

So Jason and I went to the breeder’s on Monday to check him out. He was all alone in his little pen and was so nervous. He wouldn’t walk around or do anything. When the breeder brought another puppy in the room, the little maltipoo completely changed, became excited and was bouncing all over. Jason and I both really liked his personality; he looked good and was healthy. So we said, “We’ll take him!”

Without further introduction, here is our new little boy, Harley:

He desperately needs a haircut, but we can't take him to the groomer until he has his kennel cough shot, which will be in about 3 weeks. In the meantime, I cut some of the hair around his eyes so he could see better!

He was so good the first night. We took him outside to play and gave him a bath. He was really good about everything! Except after his bath and blow-dry, he got really nervous and was shaking pretty bad. Then he threw up! After cuddling with him, he calmed down and was fine the rest of the evening. He whined and whimpered off and on throughout the night, but overall, slept pretty well by himself in the laundry room. Here’s a video of our first evening with him:



Then came Tuesday. Jason’s parents and sister came over to meet Harley. He seemed pretty shy and wasn’t quite as playful because there was a crowd and he’s still getting used to everything. So he pretty much slept on everyone’s lap all evening. Turns out, that’s a big mistake. Sleeping in the evening = no sleeping at night. He cried and cried throughout the night. At that point, we’d been keeping him in the laundry room at night (which is right next to our room) with a baby gate up at the laundry room door. We put his bed inside his crate, but had never actually shut him in the crate before. When he wouldn’t quit crying, we decided to see how he would do locked in the crate next to our bed. He did pretty well, but still whined every so often, and I was still up constantly taking him out at night to use the bathroom.

We learned from our mistake by letting him sleep Tuesday evening, so on Wednesday we kept him awake and active in the evening. We got a new toy for him, which he loves:



We also took him for his first walk. He stopped walking every so often so I had to carry him half the time. We tried the crate next to our bed again at night. Didn’t work out so well. He whimpered quite a bit so I stuck my fingers through his crate for most of the night so he would know I was there. He was also awake so much during the night, I was sure he had to use the bathroom. I took him out about four times throughout the night, and he never went once.

By Thursday, Jason and I are pretty wiped out. We hadn’t been getting much sleep and being responsible for something else (besides each other) has been an adjustment. So we do what has worked so far and try something new. We kept him awake all evening by playing. We took him for a walk (except, it’s more like he took us for a walk. He refused to walk the entire time, so I carried him the whole way). We didn’t let him eat or drink past 9pm so he (hopefully) wouldn’t need to use the bathroom at night. We went to bed early—around 9:30 because we were so tired! We put him in his crate when we went to bed, but left the lamp on my nightstand turned on the whole night. How did he do? He fell right asleep! I think Jason and I conked out pretty hard too. I woke up once to Harley whining, so I looked at my phone to see what time it was, thinking it was probably only 1am or 2am. It was already after 5am!! So I took him outside to use the bathroom and he went! Then I put him right back into his crate, and we went back to sleep. When my alarm went off at 6:30, he was still asleep. I tried to get out of bed and just let him stay in his crate and sleep, but he heard me move so he wanted out too.

We think he might be kind of afraid of the dark. If the living room light is off, he won’t walk across the living room. He’ll stay right next to where we are. The second walk we took him on was later than the first time, so it was darker. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to go. When we kept him in the laundry room to sleep, it was pretty dark except for a night-light. Maybe that explains why he cried so much. We’re wondering if the lamp turned on last night was the key because he did so well! Now if we can get a few more nights like this, Jason and I can catch up on our sleep!

Harley has been really fun, and seems to be learning quickly. He’s only had a handful of accidents in the house. And he’s so playful and affectionate. He wants to be cuddled and held constantly. I know he’ll get better during the night as he gets more used to us, our house and our schedule. And I know we won't always come home to this:


See him being completely innocent in his crate? But really, who could resist his cute little face?

The Latest

Sorry I’ve only posted once this month. That’s pretty lame, I know. Things have been really busy for us lately, and I’ve been meaning to do a new post, but just haven’t. Until now! So let me catch you up:

We went to Dallas for my cousin’s bachelorette party a few weeks ago. At that time, my parents were in the process of moving out of their house and into a new house, so we helped them move some stuff and organize the new kitchen. Organizing is my favorite!

*Side note: when I just re-read that I had written, “Organizing is my favorite,” it reminded me of the part in Elf where Buddy says, “I just like to smile. Smiling’s my favorite.” Haha. Am I the only who just laughed? Oh well…

My cousin’s bachelorette party went really well. We went to Tillman’s Roadhouse, which has the most wonderful décor! Who doesn't love chandeliers?!


And really good popcorn! We went back to my sister’s house for peanut butter chocolate fondue and games.

Thanks valet parking guy for not being able to focus the camera or take a good picture--twice! It's a camera you're not used to, so I understand messing the first picture up. But the second time?!

While we were in Dallas, we also went to the State Fair of Texas. We’ve gone pretty much every year since I can remember. It’s one of my favorite things to do! We tried fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches—which were pretty good, and fried cookie dough balls—which were amazing!


This isn’t really my picture. I brought my camera to the fair, but of course, didn’t take a single picture…

I’ve also been really busy doing some design work. I created some Christmas card templates for Jessica’s photography business. I just sent her a new template last night too!

I also designed a birthday party invitation for her daughter Madison’s 2^nd birthday. It was the cutest Garden Fairy birthday party ever! Pictures coming soon!

I designed and printed wedding programs for my cousin’s wedding this weekend. I used the pearl metallic paper I love so much! Again, pictures coming soon!

I’ve also got a few other projects in the works that I’m really excited about. Once things pan out a little more, I’ll update you!

In the meantime, I’m starting to get back into my wanting-a-dog phase. I was out of that phase for awhile, but it’s starting to come back. I actually made a call about some dogs I found in the newspaper on Friday. We’ll see where that goes…

And, I’m back into Zumba! I had missed about 7 weeks from being sick, out of town or working on projects, but now I’m back! I picked it back up with Jason’s mom last week, and man, it was kind of rough! But we had a great time.

I think I’m caught up now! Happy Monday!

Pretty in Pearl Paper

I designed a bachelorette party invitation for my cousin, Janna, recently. She will get married at the end of this month! I also designed her wedding programs, which I'll post later this month after I get them printed.




Isn't this paper pretty? I just love the pearly sparkle!

Back

I’m back. Back from Galveston (well, it’s been a week, but who’s counting). Back from not blogging. Back to being sick. Let me rewind and catch you up a little.

I went to Galveston last week for a work conference. Unfortunately, it rained and was overcast the whole time, but it was still nice seeing the beach. It seems like Galveston has changed a lot since I was a kid. I remember so many more shops up and down the seawall. I think Hurricane Ike is to blame for that one.

Jason had a cold about three weeks ago. I guess because we’re married and supposed to share everything, he so kindly gave it to me two weeks ago. Then I was fine for a week. Now I think I’m having really bad allergies so I’ve stayed home from work for a day and a half trying to get better.

Which brings me to my confession. Two friends each had a confession on their blog, so I figured since we’re all in Problems Anonymous together (shout out to Kylee and Jacquelyn!), it’s my turn. Hello, my name is Diana and I constantly keep myself busy, and I have a hard doing nothing.

As I mentioned, I’m staying home from work because I’m sick. There are plenty of reasons as to why people stay at home when they’re sick: 1) So you don’t get other people sick – I think mine is just allergies, but who wants to hear me sneeze and blow my nose 438,629 times a day? 2) You’re not usually thinking 100% clearly because you don’t feel well and 3) To rest your body so you will heal faster. I have a problem with the last one.

Since being at home, I’ve written two press releases for work, finished all the laundry that I neglected to do for the past two weeks (sorry, Jason, for not having anything to wear), did the dishes that were piling up, took out the overflowing trash, worked on the wedding program I’m doing for my cousin, folded and hung up all the laundry, and now, writing a new blog post. Why—you might ask—don’t I just watch mind-numbing daytime television or 8 hours of Lost today? Or why not just take naps all day? Or why not stay in bed and rest? Because I always have to do. I always have to stay busy. I think my problem is good and bad. I’ll never be lazy, procrastinate or become unreliable. I put too much pressure on myself to get things done. But at the same time, I sometimes refuse to let myself relax, especially when I need it most – like now, when I’m sick.

So I think I’ll turn over a new leaf. I’m going to stay on the couch and watch Lost (have I mentioned how much I love that show?? I think I have! By the way, I’m on season 5. Yay for me!) for the rest of the day. Well, unless something for work comes up that I need to do…and after the last load of laundry is finished drying and put away…

Hey, don’t judge. For me, that’s making progress…

Galveston

No, I Did Not...

...send an email this week to our local county fair because their Web site frustrated me. A majority of the links available to click on don't work, and it's been like this for at least the past two years. I did not express my opinion about the importance of maintaining and properly-working Web sites, and how poorly maintained and improperly-working Web sites diminish the organization's reputation and validity.

...literally almost fall asleep at a luncheon yesterday. The presentation was about the status of banks in America and how the economic downturn has affected banking. As my eyes were not fluttering and threatening to close, I learned where banking has been, is now, and will be in the future. This kind of information is far too important for me to know as I continue my career in advertising.

...cut a chunk of my hair a few months ago, and now it's really bothering me as it grows back. It seems as though the hair in one particular section on my head grows a little thicker than the rest. It was bothering me one day so I decided to thin it a little. No, I did not accidentally cut a chunk of hair that probably ended up being half an inch long. Now it's growing back and getting even more annoying!

...spend all morning of my day off today browsing random Web sites and writing a blog post while neglecting to do all the things I told myself I would do like the dishes, making a grocery list, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, etc. I always prioritize my tasks, and I never get sidetracked!

Love/Hate Relationship

My mom found this antique plant stand for me earlier this year. I loved it!


Isn't it cute? It fits just perfectly in our hallway.


I decided to make the plant stand my summer project and paint it. It took me awhile to decide what color, but I finally settled on doing a faux crackle finish. I've never done that before, but I thought, how hard could it be?

So I started on this table back in late June. I painted it tan, the color I wanted the cracks to be.


After buying two or three crackle finishes, testing them and finally finding one that I liked (I wanted the porcelain crack, not the weathered crack), I put the crackle finish on top. It cracked beautifully. I was pretty impressed with myself.


Here's where the pictures stop for awhile. The back of the crackle finish bottle said to paint your top color next, which was a nice chocolate brown. So I tried it on the underside of the table first. I didn't like it. It looked like leather–not what I wanted. After researching for awhile, I bought a glaze. The picture in the brochure for the glaze was just what I wanted! I tried that on another part of the underside. Again, I didn't like it. I decided I didn't like the table now. I put it in the corner of the laundry room and didn't touch it for awhile.

After about a month, I got over being mad at the plant stand. I decided to sand the crackle, redo it and paint it chocolate brown.


Again, the pictures stopped. I got mad at the plant stand. It was nothing like I had imagined. So I put it back in my laundry room. I contemplated giving it way or throwing it in the Dumpster.

But I didn't.

Instead, it sat there...

...until I woke up one Saturday morning in late August and decided I was ready to face the table again.

I realized the paint colors were part of the problem–the tan was too similar to our wall color and the chocolate brown was too chocolate brown and bland.


So I mixed them and made a dusty chocolaty brown.


I researched other faux textures. I found one using tissue paper that sounded really easy. I decided to try it.


I painted the table (yet again) the tan color (for a second time). Then I crumpled a piece of tissue paper and wrapped it around the legs; I did the same thing for the top. I used my new dusty brown color and painted over the tissue paper.

It looked like a brown paper lunch sack wrapped around the table. I didn't really like it. I contemplated throwing the table in the Dumpster again.

But I didn't.

Instead, I changed my mind–again.


I decided to see what it would look like if I painted the tan below and on top of the tissue paper. Surprise, surprise...I didn't like that either. So I redid that leg and stuck with the dusty brown.

I went out on a limb and tried the glaze (again). This time, I used cheesecloth. When I first tried the glaze, I had used an old T-shirt–which could've been part of the problem before.


I was very surprised and pretty pleased with the result. I actually liked it! So I kept going. I added two top coats of a clear sealer. My love/hate relationship with this plant stand came to an end–finally!

Now my plant stand is sitting pretty in the hallway.


I realize from afar in the picture it still somewhat resembles a brown paper lunch sack, but up close it's perfect!

Dog?

I've been putting off this post for awhile. I think it's actually pretty funny. But I also think I have the funniest husband in the world, which makes this post even more funny. I've debated several times whether or not I should blog about this because I don't want people to think, Oh, she tried to be funny, but it wasn't. That's too bad. So maybe for those of you who know Jason and me and also know our humor, you'll like this one. But be warned, it's kind of a long post...

A little background: I go back and forth between wanting a dog and not wanting a dog. Wanting something little to cuddle with, not wanting the responsibility. Wanting something to take on a walk, not wanting the expenses of a dog...and on and on. A few weeks ago--maybe even last month--I was in my dog phase (which I'm still in and out of). Jason usually isn't quick to get on board with my dog phase. On this particular day, I found an opening and I went for it. I pulled out my most persuasive skills...that's when this conversation between Jason and me happened:


me: aww isn't she cute??

puuuuuppppyyyyyyy?????????

Jason: looks like it is missing some toes

me: what??

where?

Jason: front

our left

me: there's a toe there

Jason: yeah....3

me: ok then this one:

Jason: looks mangy

me: are you serious???

Jason: yeah....looks like it has been in a few fights

me: no he doesn't!

well do you see one you like? http://humanesocietyofwesttexas.wordpress.com/category/dogs-for-adoption/

Jason: no

me: aww you're so mean

Jason: jayjay:

me: haha aww

where is this little guy?

Jason: i think this site is for a rescue in abilene

me: aww do you want him?

Jason: bonnie:

me: OOOHHHH I WANT HIM

or her

Jason: Yorkie, Chihuahua, Maltese

me: aww we should go this weekend....

me: you didn't say nooooo!!!!

ok we can go

and we can take jayjay and bonnie girl

Jason: i just can't figure out if it's going to be an ugly dog or not

me:

Jason:

me: haha no

me: http://www.tinytracks.net/Chorkie-hybrid.htm

they sound pretty good

Jason: do they shed

me: i don't know

i don't think yorkies do

but i'm not sure about chihuahuas

Jason: it's also maltese

me: i don't think they do

http://www.designermixes.org/Breed_Info/189/Chorkie.aspx

The Chorkie has a very low to no shed coat.

The Chorkie is a very intelligent dog who should take to positive-reinforcement training quickly.

me:

aww i want her

a lot....

Jason: does it look kinda scruffy

me: it's hard to tell. maybe she needed a bath at the time of the picture, maybe it'll smooth out over time

i'm not sure

this one doesn't look scruffy. it's an adult

Jason: that one is freaky looking

me: haha why??

another adult and baby

haha this one weighs 2 lbs as an adult!

Jason: weird

me: another adult

haha awww

puh-puh-pwease adopt me, jason....

Jason: haha

me: i pway catch wit you, jason....

Jason: fatty

me: aww

i dwess up for hawoween, jason...

i make you soup when you sick, jason....

Jason: he might cut his face on that lid

me: aww
i wead to you, jason...

wat you say, jason? i be good and wisten...

i get cumfy wit you, jason...

i bwing you fwowers because i wuv you, jason...

Jason: he is probably pooping on the bed right now

me: adopt me, jason....you give me bath and i won't be mangy anymore....

me: dog still speaking: you didn't say no, jason.....i think you want me.....i be good...promise! i no have accidents on your bed!

Jason: how much is it

me: i don't know

Jason: who would be in charge of training it?

me: hopefully we both would

Jason: wrong

me: why do you say that?

Jason: i would help, not be in charge

me: ok

Jason: i don't know how to potty train them

me: you'll learn, it's easy

Jason: well, find out more info about this one and let me know

me: i'm emailing now

Jason: well, i see someone jumped on that


So yes, I did email about little Bonnie. I went back and forth with a lady about her. Apparently, going through this particular organization was as intense as adopting a child (not really, but it's a pretty rigorous process for just adopting a pet!). The organization wants an application with all sorts of information about where you work, what your house looks like, the kind of backyard you have, your daily schedule, etc. After you submit an application, a person from the organization comes for a home visit to see what your house looks like and how you live. Before I submitted my application, I wanted more information about Bonnie. Is she hyper? Does she shed? Is she already potty trained? What is her health history? Things like that. Maybe I asked too many questions because after my second email, the lady never responded again.