Where I've Been

A couple of weeks ago we found ourselves not wanting to not cook one night, so we went out, not knowing what we were in the mood for. Fast food? Restaurant? Mexican? Italian? It can get annoying trying to agree, but we came across this pizza place we would go to as kids back home. The one in our hometown has been closed for several years so it was surprising for us to find one about 5 minutes from our new place here. We decided to give it a try. We should've turned around when we walked in. You see, Crystal's Pizza was always a fun time, but now I wonder if it was only appealing as a child? What started as a nostalgic trip back into our childhood past turned into us thoroughly inspecting dry, been-out-all-day pizza, and looking over our shoulder. Of course I'm exaggerating, but not about the food. But it was borderline creepy. Once I Googled the place, I found I wasn't the only one that felt this way as you can see here. I was sad about it. I remember having a birthday party at Crystal's when I was younger, and going there was always a treat. It doesn't seem like much has changed with the decor, a cartoon room, a creepy Victorian area, a long hallway that leads into the restaurant, and a case of antique porcelain dolls that have always made me feel slightly oogy, but it's different now, and pretty disappointing.




I've baked. Yep, that's right, all this, AND I'm a baker??? Pshaw! I needed an excuse to wear this uber-cute apron mayne!



I've learned that my fear of driving on unfamiliar highways is a thing in the past. I remember when we first moved to this area. I was coming from a limited driving past that only involved short roads, and a loop that took 15 minutes to complete. My first time into this area I was pulled over and given a speeding ticket for going 15 miles/hr over the speed limit because I was so nervous about hitting rush hour. I have no idea how I was able to even to push the pedal when all I could remember was my foot shaking, and my heart racing. Once the move was complete, finding my way around Dallas and Fort Worth became second nature to me. Now I know where most of the major highways and interstate go, and Map Questing a new, unfamiliar destination is almost entertaining. It's kind of empowering actually.



So now, besides volunteering to be backstage police for our school play....


...hanging out with hottest new mommy in Tejas...


...and frequenting high school soccer games...


...I now find myself fighting with a two month old weenie dog for my Steve Madden ballet flats.



AKC registered, miniture piebald dachshund $250
Crate, food, snacks, toys and extras at Pet-Co $184
Insane Pet deposit $400

Waking up at 3 in the morning to a puppy dry humping the blanket your grandmother gave you?

Priceless.

That's me, my life, in a nutshell, lately.

New addition!

We get "Romo" tomorrow!

Adventures in Paper Beading

This was a fun one. We covered jewelry making as an art (which I'm still at odds with) and decided to try out paper beads. We rolled strips of magazines around pencils and q-tips (with the ends cut off), glued them tight, and lightly varnished. Some of the girls used an iridescent varnish which really gave the appearance of an actual manufactured bead. These pics really don't give the actual end results justice.

I need to buy a better camera.

Obscure Pic 1

So since I began an "In The Car" series I decided to go with a new series featuring rather random, pointless type photos. These photos may not have a story to go along with the image, because sometimes an image just speaks for itself.

This photo is one I took at a wedding a couple of years ago. I'm not Catholic, but there's something about Catholic churches and imagery that I am fascinated with. I went to a mass today in memory of my husband's late grandfather, and the church reminded me of the one in the photo.

Okay, so this image kind of has a story...but random nonetheless.

Happy early Ash Wednesday. Shout out to all my Catholic peeps.

I'm So Mean

I caught a kid shootin' craps in class the other day, so I confiscate his dice. After I told him he could only get them after school I came up with the idea to paint them pink and sprinkle them with glitter. Knowing he would try to clean it off, I luckily had some varnish lying around...he shouldn't have brought his dice to school anyway.


Not the best paint job ever..but I was actually short on time.