Sunday, February 14, 2010

I Just Ate Your Valentine's Day Gift

If you are like me, you have a junk drawer filled with actual JUNK.

I've heard tell of crazy tribal rituals where people organize their junk drawers, but mine is truly a holding tank for the Insanely Miscellaneous.


Like, you know. panties.

Around our house, I am known for throwing things out.

(I am also known for re-buying things I've thrown out at garage sales. See: George Foreman grill and topiaries. But, DANG, they were cheap!)

I hate clutter, stuff, things, and my kids' schoolwork that hasn't been touched in 24 hours. But of course, some things slip through the cracks.

Like matchboxes that are approximately 11 years old.


I think it's safe to say that fire will be obsolete by the time we get around to using these.

Heck, our fireplace isn't even a real fire. Or a real fireplace. So I guess we should call it a "fireplace."

Well anyway, every crafty blog on this entire planet has been featuring these adorable matchboxes covered with cute scrapbook paper.

And then of course, they offer a tutorial on how to do it.

I, however, will just show the finished product:


They are fantastic M&M holders. They hold 12 dark chocolate M&Ms for emergency purse usage. And let me tell you, I've had a LOT of chocolate/purse emergencies.

One of my favorite parts of going to lunch with my mom is that before the food is even cleared, we can pull out an entire course of chocolate from our purses to finish the meal.

My grand plan was to mail these little puppies to all of our family around the country. However, when I realized that TODAY is Valentine's Day and I was going to miss all mailing deadlines, I just ate the M&Ms.

It was the responsible thing to do.


Wednesday, February 10, 2010

All They Need Is A Cup of Coffee and Some Oatmeal

For those of you that have wondered, either through email, facebook, or in person...we are great.

Since the new year, (and YES, I survived the hated "New Year! New You!" season without breaking any TVs or shredding magazine covers) life has been quieter, simpler, and less hurried.

Take, for example, Saturday mornings:



I walked into the kitchen and found my two favorite offspring busily working at their laptops.


And by "their" laptops, I mean Brad's and my mobile command centers.

There are a lot of important games to play and carefully chosen settings to mess with when you are six and seven years old.

But at least they look cute doing it...in a just-rolled-out-of bed sort of way.