Confessions: I'm that Lady...

I'm that lady who needs to improve her time management skills... or make better lists...or something.
I've been to Target 3 times in the last 2 days.

Hook it!

Must. Learn. To crochet.

I would cover my world in granny squares. Photo found on stitch7.


I would make 1000 of these.


And every baby born from now til forever would get a baby sweater.
Love that stitch! Photo and crafty credits to: thismamamakesstuff.

I have the hook, I definitely have the yarn, but I'm missing that little tool called patience. Learning to knit cost me at least ten attempts, and so far I've only banked one attempt at crochet. And I must apologize for the obscenities thrown at the instructor on the YouTube video.

Fab Foto Friday: Date Night

Well, the little one has shuffled off to Grandma's house for the night, so hubby and I are on our own. We're thinking we may head down to our little town festival (for real, check out the link, you won't be disappointed). Around these parts, each little town has it's own little festival with it's own little theme. The little theme in our little town? Sauerkraut. So of course we're gonna go. Cuz we're sexy like that.
Me-ow.

Love It, Want It, Wish I Woulda' Thought of It...

Aw geez! These are brilliant. Refillable water bottles for your frige! I quit buying bottled water a long time ago, but never filled the void. That's where some smarty-pants stepped in to create the handy tray and market them cleverly. Sigh. I found them on ohdeedoh, you can find them at the 'big red bullseye' but they're only available online.

If you need me I'll be filling my red cyber shopping cart til I spend $50 or more to qualify for free shipping on these puppies. Shouldn't be a prob. That trick gets me every time.

I'm That Lady: Confessions

Sometimes I amuse myself, and sometimes I embarass myself, and sometimes I just shrug my shoulders and give you a lame apologetic smile. These moments will be shared in a new little feature I'll be calling I'm That Lady...

I'm that lady who makes the Netflix selection and then falls asleep half-way through leaving her husband to suffer through the entire movie before he realizes she's asleep.

Well, what'r ya gonna do?

Fab Foto Friday: Just Say It!

I don't know who this fellow is. He came with the hoard of vintage family photos I've been exploiting. Doesn't he look like he's got something to say, and he's gonna make sure you hear it?
Doesn't he look like your friend that comes to your parties, who is really fun to be around for just about an hour or two? He can tell a heck of a story, he speaks his mind, he's witty and charming. But then there comes a point when he gets obnoxious and you're just sick of listening to him.

Ok, Frank, yes, Frank, you're right.
No, Frank, you didn't tell me about the time you bit the weiner dog because he bit you first.
Frank, that's my foot you're standing on.

Regardless, he looks like the dude who's gonna say what's on his mind. Which I appreciate a million times over. The truth is the truth, and hearing it has never killed anybody.

No, Frank, this pimple on my forehead does not have it's own heartbeat.
Yes, Frank, I am too old to be getting zits.
No, Frank... don't squeeze it.

JK + JB

Hence forth, today will be known as the day I let Justin Bieber into my heart.

I can't promise you he's gonna stay there long (my niece just briefed me on RUMORS that his girlfriend is toasting a bun. Oh garsh.). But he's in there for now, and we jam: me, JB, and Sophie. In the car mostly. I typically go for a cleaner type of music, like with instruments, no dance troop, less styling, less production. But I finally realized that me not liking the little bugger is just going to make my daughter love him more. Just a taste, I suppose, of what we will be dealing with when she's 16...or 15... or 14... or... excuse me, I think I just blacked out.
My big secret mission is to show her that I respect her opinions. I will no longer spit-up at the sound of his voice. I will sing along.

Campy Camperton

We spent Sunday evening scouring craigslist for a small, cheap, old, (and most importantly CUTE) camper for Klehr family excursions. And now this is what the inside of my brain looks like...

I'm the one wearing the bonnet...














My husbandito may prefer a color other than pink.
Ok, fine.

You had me at striped awnings.



This makes me drool, and cry, and smile, and pee all at the same time.

The search continues...

Fab Foto Friday

First official day of summer vacation! Hooray!
Love this pic, I keep it on my frige. Makes me feel all naturey-campy.

Thirty and Thankful

Aww. That cute little hairy peanut just happens to be me. Probably one of the first pictures ever taken of me, 30-that's right- 30 years ago.
Gotta tell ya, I'm not really too bent outta shape about it. Maybe that's because 30 is still young (it IS, right?). Maybe it's because I feel content with where my life is. Maybe it's because I'm surrounded with awesome examples of women, living good lives, at every age.
At 20 I was just plain terrified... of everything. At 40 maybe I'll be that burned out lady with bed head, sensible shoes, and unflattering jeans. But right here in the middle, at 30: I'm beyond thankful... for everything. xoxo