Correction: REPIN my Biscuit!
I never ask you for anything.
Well, I seldom ask you for something.
Ok, I seldom ask you for something so very simple as this.
I am asking now.
Please go do this.
Repin my Best Biscuit for April. Per the official contest rules, Follow Biscuit. [And hey, follow me while you are at it. I have more than 3,000 pins and growing. There's bound to be something you will like.] Before Friday, April 19, REPIN my photo so I can win. It’s the first photo, the one with the polka dot Katies, handsome devil of a boy and the cherubic baby girl. I vow that if I win, I will in-turn offer a giveaway of my own for my soon-to-relaunch Etsy site and new online shop. [Official details coming on April 23!] I have some good shiz, so you want me to win so that one [or maybe more?] of you can win. WIN-WIN. C’mon, people!!
Also, from here on out, I vow to stop apologizing for my sporadic posting–it’s so banal–and just simply post when I post. With the understanding that it is what it is–and we are both ok with that. Thank you for your understanding, we’ll both be better off this way.
Ok dude, now go REPIN!
WIN-WIN.
Like my Biscuits
Per Bailey and theBiscuit team’s fun giveaway, I am sharing the photos of my very own Biscuit goodies in action [Katie in Black and White, Chartreuse Border, Javier the Hippo JellyCat]. Heavy exploitation of the large soulful blue eyes, OBVI. But if you read, 1) I am not a professional photographer, but I like to play pretend 2) let’s all pretend we don’t see that kidschmutz on Cooper’s right shoulder mmmkay and 3) please jump over to Pinterest and “REPIN” my photo (it’s the first one shown below) to give me the chance to buy more things at Biscuit. Because Haddie needs a backup Javier Hippo in case of the wretched chance that she ever misplace Javi #1 [seeing as he goes everywhere with us] and we be hippo-less. I don’t think we could take it after the drama we’ve had with coming off formulas and bottles. And that’s just from me.
Mimi refused to pose for me, but I snapped the other two kidbites snuggling. God, I love those blue eyed angels.
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30 Thoughts Illustrated: #6 Live for an audience of one
Oh yes, I am still illustrating my thoughts. Today’s thought is courtesy of some deep soul diving I have been doing the past few months. I think this one came from Beyonce. Or Deepak Chopra. Or Rick Warren. Or someone wise like that. But it keeps sticking with me, because it is a lesson I have yet to fully live.
It’s hard to not worry about what others think, isn’t it? Maybe most of the time I do better at not giving a rat’s ass than a lot of people. But also, sometimes deep down, I am faking that I don’t care when I kind of do, down there in my soft, frightened ego underbelly. I still have room to work on living this one fully.
Also, I think when you have a “strong” and “decisive” personality at a young age–and especially if you are a female–at some point you feel pressure to be less “strong” or more quiet your opinions, lest you get thought “not nice” or as you get older, labeled a Bitch. No kind-hearted, well-raised girl want to be a B! Except that the label can get slapped on for an awful lot of reasons that are in no way actually bitchy. It’s an easy way for haters to shut a strong-minded independent girl up. It’s an easy way to silence opposition, even when it is done in a nice way! In short, everyone has got an opinion, so you might as well ignore them all and listen to the only one that matters–the Audience of One. You. Your soul. Or God, if it pleases you more to interpret it that way. Live for One, and ignore the rest.
Check out all of my 30 Thoughts Illustrated.
Birthday wishes do come true
Last weekend I had a wonderfully relaxing trip to Chicago, in honor of my 36th birthday. One of my wishes for the trip was to sneak in a visit to some of my favorite design shops. On Saturday, my husband obliged with a 3-mile run down to Jayson Home and Garden. It was like running toward the Promised Land. Jayson did not disappoint. And afterward I fed him with delicious cheesy pizza as reward for his birthday wish loyalty. Don’t worry, the pedometer told us that we walked nearly 25,000 steps (over 12 miles) on Saturday, so I am pretty sure he melted that cheese right off. Check it:
Sleep: it’s important
So I am traveling this week for work. I was up very late (4 am) on Sunday doing some stuff for deadline. Up at 7:30 for motherly and work day. Traveled all evening, then arrived, after delays in Chicago, at 1:30 am. Picked up my rental car. No GPS like I had requested…which I need in unfamiliar places and don’t have a navigator to watch the google maps app for me while I drive. Finally get on the road….after several wrong turns, finally arrive to hotel at 2:45 am. Have to park waaaaaay far away, buy at least there was security patrolling the parking lot. Finally hit the sheets about 3 am.
I walk out to my car in the parking lot this morning noon and see this. Yeah, I did not notice that at pickup….while driving 25 45 miles….when getting out and locking the car last “night”. Now wondering what other details I miss in life when i am walking around overly tired…
That moment
When you realize maybe your kids shouldn’t be following you on Instagram. (And there were 79 more “likes” beyond this.)
Why can’t every day be Sunday?
Because on Sunday, I have time to do things like make tortillas from scratch and spend 15 minutes tickling the baby and shop at the ONE Whole Foods in all of Omaha (I miss having them everywhere like in Denver, when I could just run in and grab certain WF specific items).
And watch my most creative boy completely in his element at a Lego sculpture competition (with THREE entries). Really loved that.
