INSPIRED...

SO, I'VE BEEN READING ONE OF MY FAVE BLOGS- CHECK HER OUT..IT'S WWW.NATNESTS.BLOGSPOT.COM AND I MUST SAY, I'M TOTALLY INSPIRED. SHE IS JUST A LITTLE HILARIOUS JOY. SHE TALKS ABOUT COOKING,CLEANING, AND SCRUBBING, PUTTING UP WITH HER HUSBAND. SHE SHARES AWESOME RECIPES, POSTS PICS OF HER CUTE LITTLE HOME THAT'S DECORATED WITH PLATES ON THE WALL, CRAZY PILLOWS AND HER ADORABLE DOG. I'M TOTALLY INSPIRED. SHE'S AN EXCELLENT WRITER AND HOMEMAKER. UGH, TO BE A GOOD HOMEMAKER. I NEVER HAVE TIME TO REALLY COOK, AND THEN CLEAN UP THE KITCHEN. WELL, LET'S BE REAL, I DON'T MAKE THE TIME. I MUST DO BETTER. I WANT A SCHEDULE. I MEAN, I'M A TOTAL SCHEDULER. MAYBE IT WOULD HELP TO SAY HAVE LAUNDRY DAY INSTEAD OF LAUNDRY WEEK. UGH. I'M GETTING OLD. I'M TOTALLY BECOMING A MOM. I NEED TO GET COMFY IN THAT SKIN. I NEED TO JUST PUT MYSELF ASIDE AND GROW INTO THIS ROLE. I MUST SAY THAT MY HEART IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE AND THAT'S A START. I MEAN, THERE'S TRULY NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN CRISP SHEETS THAT SMELL LIKE SNUGGLE, AND FOLDING THE KID'S BLANKETS. I LOVE THE WHITE GLOW OF THE TOILET BOWL AND SHOWER TILES AFTER THEY'VE BEEN COMET-ED. :) I MUST BE HONEST, I JUST HAVEN'T HAD THE TIME. I THINK THAT I COULD TOTALLY CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE IN 2 HOURS FROM TOP TO BOTTOM IF I WAS UNINTERRUPTED. IT'S JUST INSANE WITH THE 2 BOYS.
LET'S TALK ABOUT WHAT I'D RATHER DO- SIT IN MY NEW CHAIR AND KNIT, READ, JOURNAL, GET ON MY NEW NETBOOK AND BLOG, SHOP ON EBAY, BROWSE ON ETSY...OH ETSY, IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN MY FRIEND ETSY, PLEASE GO. GO SEE HER. ETSY.COM. WHAT ELSE DO I WANT TO RAMBLE ON ABOUT? ARTWORK. WE HAVE ALL OF OUR...WELL OKAY OKAY NOT alll OF IT BUT MOST OF OUR ARTWORK IN OUR BEDROOM ON THE FLOOR, WAITING..PATIENTLY WAITING TO BE HUNG IN PERFECT SPOTS ALL AROUND. WE NEED TO GET ON THAT THIS WEEK. THAT'S A GOOD GOAL TO SET!! THAT AND COOKING 2 HOMEMADE MEALS. MAYBE I'LL TAKE PICS AND POST THEM FOR YA.
IS THIS RAMBLING ENOUGH? THE CAPS LOCK IS TOTALLY ANNOYING NOW THAT IT'S ON BUT IT SEEMED LIKE A CUTE IDEA AT THE TIME. I HOPE THAT YOUR EYEBALLS AREN'T HURTING FROM THE PINKIE PINKIE.
I REALLY WANT TO START DOING MORE CRAFTY THINGS WITH MY BUDDIES. MACY AND JAY'S SISTER MARTIE. THEY HAVE THE SASSIEST (is that even a word?) IDEAS. EVERYTHING FROM BEDAZZLED DOGGIE COLLARS TO HOMEMADE FLEECE THROWS. WE JUST NEED TO START, END OF CONVO. I PERSONALLY WOULD LOVE TO MAKE APRONS AND FUN FABRIC PICTURE FRAMES...AND HAND PAINT WINE GLASSES FROM THE DOLLAR STORE WITH FUN POLKA DOTS AND WHIMSIES. OH WHIMSIES.

SO SAD TO HAVE JUST BORED YOU TO TEARS. I THINK WRITING HERE IS MORE THERAPEUTIC FOR ME THAN ANYTHING. I THINK THE RAMBLING WILL NEVER END. CHEERS TO RAMBLERS WHO BLOG.

NIGHT NIGHT~ AND BABY DUST~!
~KIMMIE

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  1. NatalieFriday, January 29, 2010 at 11:07:00 PM PST

    okay, for one, you are too sweet.

    for two, you're right about the schedule. it's ALL about a good schedule.

    xoxo
    natalie

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