Saturday, January 30, 2010

Iced In

The snow/ice/sleet/freezing rain started here Friday morning.  So we are on day 2 of being iced in.  Some of the roads are ok, from what I hear.  But it's still dangerous.  There are some crazy drivers out there.  Mike went to go get some diet coke last night.  But it took him longer to de-ice his truck, than it did to go to the store and come back.  My parents came over today.  My mom had surgery last friday night, so she has been in the house for 7 days--itching to get out.  But itching to see the grandbabies is probably more like it.

No pics of the kids in the snow to post.  They were out there maybe 5-10 minutes.  It was just too cold.  And Will didn't understand that he has to keep his hat and gloves on. 

So I've been on the net a lot.  Not a whole lot going on in bloggy land.  I should have taken these days to start painting the kitchen...or painting the bathroom cabinets...but I've been LAZY--and I'm ok with that. 

But my friend Courtney posted some of her little projects, and it inspired me to get one thing on my list done. 

I have recently started a MOPs (Mothers of Preschoolers) group at church.  Before my committe was formed, I was brainstorming craft ideas.  (Thank goodness I have 2 craft girls now!!)  But one of my ideas came from Blue Eyed Blessings blog.  She is in charge of crafts for her MOPs group.  I saw this idea, and thought it would be cute for pocket calendars...you know the ones you see at the drugstores...


TACKY--really...can't they think of cuter things than horses, landscapes, or cats??  But a two-year planner for $1??...so I grabbed a few.

I had some scrapbook paper from another project...



And just cut it to size, and voila!  I didn't really need any glue, or modge podge, or tape, since the calendar is in a protective cover.


Sooo cute.  I can definitely live with this for a couple of years...I'm thinking I'll add some embellishment later...maybe with my monogram.  Or a black & white pic of the kids...or some ribbon...

This took all of 5 minutes.  The perfect project for my attention span at 11pm!

Now look...which one would you buy??


That's what I thought.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Back to Normal

I love Christmas...but I'm glad it's over, and glad to have my house back in order.  Somewhat.  But I'm mostly glad to have my mantle back.  (great, now I'm singing JT)

I threw together another arrangement for the mantle. 

Here is what it usually there....and has been there for 5 years.





And here is what I did for fall...love it. 


So I just pulled everything a part from both arrangements, and whipped this up...





Kinda the same...but different...it's amazing how just a change of container and a little change of arrangment can make a girl feel good.
Yay me.

Do you ever have enough throw pillows??

(in valley girl accent)  Um, like, no!

I guess I need to get out more.  Everyone probably knows about these, except me. 

I haven't been to BB&Beyond in a LONG time.  I went yesterday to buy some organizational stuff for the kid's rooms and the pantry, and stumbled across these PILLOW COVERS for only $9.99.  And with a 20% coupon for each one...only 8 bucks each!  (yep...that's my private school education paying off)






I have two of these pillows that came with our couch...and I'm not into geometrics at all!  They have been up in the attic for 5 years.



These are the throw pillows I use with the couch...kid & hubby friendly, but nice enough when company comes over.






But back to the covers....see before...





and after...






These will go great on my bed...b/c I don't have enough throw pillows as it is.  (enter sarcastic laugh) 
Sorry--no pic of the bed...didn't make it this year, this month, today.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Perfect Poundcake


Have you ever had one of those moments in your life when you think, crap, I'm officially an adult now?  I still think of myself as a pretty cool chic, stuck around the age of 22.  Then something happens when I'm like...whoa...I'm a adult.  bummer. 

My first 'adult' moment was when I grounded the teenager (he was 10 then) because he didn't bring his books home from school like he was told 2 times before.  And he had a test the next day.  (my dad is laughing now)

I've had several of these moments, but you're thinking...um, what about a poundcake???

I coached jr. high cheerleading at my alma mater for two years.  And for christmas one year, one of the girls gave me a poundcake.  And I was like, whoa, I'm an adult.  A mom baked me a poundcake.  I received a poundcake as a gift.  Aren't you supposed to give poundcakes to seasoned, experienced teachers??

But OMG...it is THE BEST POUNDCAKE EVER.  I had to have the recipe. And now it is a staple in our family.  I cooked one tonite.  It is LOVE..whether it is eaten plain, or with strawberries & whip cream.  Good for breakfast, or anytime of the day/night.  And I love it when it's a little crunchy on the outside.  And it makes your house smell yummy!


Before I could take a picture, hubby got a piece.  A big one. 

So here is the recipe given to me by Suzanne McAdoo....this might be just a normal 'everybody has this recipe' poundcake.  But I think it's pretty awesome.

1 box Duncan Hines Butter Recipe Golden
8oz sour cream
1/2 c. sugar  (sometimes I use Splenda and you can't even tell!)
1/2 c. oil
4 eggs

Mix together with mixer.  Bake in a greased bundt pan on 350 degrees for 45mins.

ENJOY!!

2009 Re-Cap

Wow.  2009 is gone.  In a blink of an eye.  Each day, month, and year just keep going by faster and faster!  I feel like I'm trying to stop a train sometimes.  I just want things to slow down!!! 

So I am going to take a minute and reflect on the past year.  If I had to pick two words to describe 2009, it would be clarity and contentment.  This year has been a journey--some family and friends have been on that journey with me (us), and I am thankful for their support and prayers.  Some people have mentioned the idea of me blogging about it, and I have gone back & forth in my mind, deciding whether or not to shout it out to the world.  But I'm pretty much an open book.  Too open sometimes.  But that's just me.  Take me or leave me.  It's a long story, so I'll just stick to the high points.  I think that some people might need to hear my story and know that no one is perfect, and that there is help out there.

This journey started in January---with a series of events adding up to an adult-ADD diagnosis in June.  I bet you rolled your eyes when you read ADD.  But it's real--and for me, my symptom behaviors could have been detrimental for me and my marriage.

I started researching Adult ADD back in January...I took an online test and the results said that I had 5 out of the 6 types of ADD.   So in June I went to a psychiatrist, and yes, I do. I’ve had it all my life, but always managed.  He said that stress can really make it tip the scale. But if you had asked me if I was stressed, I would have said no!  I'm just busy!  Working full-time, and juggling the kids....but I was putting a lot of pressure (ie, stress) on myself and not even realizing it. 

He prescribed Adderall for me, and my life is completely different & so much better.  The Adderall is a wonder drug & lifesaver for me. My mind is calm, and I am content.  To say that I was high-strung was an understatement (just ask hubby).  I am no longer stressed or anxious.  I can focus at work, and actually PLAY with the kids.  And I'm just not going crazy in my head like I was. I feel normal & sane, for a lack of a better term.  The medication has helped me in all areas of my life, and I could talk about them for days.  But here are the top two things:

Perfectionism is part of the ADD, and that is gone, replaced with contentment. I tried to be the perfect wife, perfect mom, perfect daughter, perfect daughter-in-law, good employee—juggling work, the kids, the hubby, trying to keep up the house, and mostly just trying to live up to everyone's expectations (real or perceived)  Now, it is what it is.  I can only do what I can do in the hours I'm alotted.  I'm not making myself crazy being Super-Wife, Super-Mom, Super-Daughter anymore. 

And out of the quest for perfection, another part of ADD comes addiction--drugs, alcohol, etc. But I wasn't drinking or snorting anything. I have realized that my addiction is shopping and compulsive buying. Yes, women shop, but I had been hiding the extent of the truth—both from myself and hubby. Sounds silly, but it is real. I started researching Shopaholics Anonymous and Debtors Anonymous just out of curiosity. To my surprise, I met almost every 'qualification' and recognized my behavior, both in the past and present. After a charging spree at Garden Ridge one night, I got in my car and realized my heart was beating out of my chest. I thought, 'why am I having a physical reaction to buying kitchen rugs at Garden Ridge?'   Later I realized it was my 'high'.  My release from the pressure.  When Mike asked me to cut up my credit card a few years ago, that was like asking me to give up the crack pipe, or not to drink. That was my lifeline, my release…my drug. And I never cut it up.

In January, I saw my credit card balance & a loan balance and thought, what the heck? Really? What am I spending my money on? I looked at the online statement and saw that I was buying stuff. Clothing, stuff for the house, the kids, and me...No major purchases...just compulsive buys.  You can't look around my house and say, oh, she spends her money on _____.   That's the part that is the most frustrating.  I label myself as a bargain shopper. And I really am. But I can spend some major dollars on a sale, or even at a thrift store!  

Now my desire for 'things' and 'stuff' has diminished significantly. And the desire to spend money is much less. Before, my mind was consumed with switching out accessories in the house, or what is hanging where, and if the rug is not the exact shade of red that I want, and if the double bookcase isn’t exactly what I want.  And when I say consumed, I mean that all I could think about is that particular thing--close to obsession.   Ridiculous.  I have two precious babies running around and I'm thinking about a rug?  things on the wall?  Seriously.  It wasn't normal.  I would have bought 3 rugs just to find the right one..Now, it doesn’t matter. I feel so liberated.  And most importantly, my mind is focused on my kids--really being present in body and in MIND. So that the time I spend with them is truly QUALITY time.

The medication has helped tremendously with the shopping & buying compulsion--I can pass by Target or a thrift store without a 2nd 3rd thought.  I now have the ability to really see the difference between a want and a need. My mind is calmer--so I have the ability to think through things before I react.  It's not about the immediate gratification.

Now just as a disclaimer, the desires are still there, and I still catch myself in the middle of Target with a handful armful of clothes, or at Goodwill with a handful armful of things.  (I don't get baskets when I go in stores now...try it sometime...it's easy to push a cart full of things around vs. an armful of things)  I now have the ability to see myself in the situation and slow down, and re-think what I am doing!  

I now recognize the triggers of compulsive buying/shopping—inability to tolerate negative feelings, need to fill an internal void, perfectionism, need to gain control, avoiding conflict, not communicating, rebeling against authority, the mindset of I deserve it, I work hard for it, etc. etc. If I was mad or upset, then I would buy instead deal with the conflict. Feeling guilty about being a working mom would also bring about buying. Most of it is a release from the pressure of trying to handle it all.

Any kind of addiction is a sickness and a vicious cycle. I kept thinking that I would take care of it and stop. But stress =  binge. Then I would see the statement balance, and think, 'oh, I'll pay it off, or I'll do this grandiose plan, or I'll do that grandiose plan.  (grandiose plans are also symptons of ADD/Compulsive buying) 

This addiction or compulsion problem is the same as drinking or drugs—but also different. An alcoholic can never pick up a bottle again, or never enter a bar again. But shopping is different—in that I have to shop, and I have to go in stores—for groceries, diapers, household needs, etc.

This is a daily battle for me.  Especially because I do love to decorate and love to make old things look new. And I LOVE a thrift store.  But now I stick to my allowance, and stay within reason. 

And I still want to change things up in the house...re-do the kitchen, re-paint the bathroom, paint the entertainment center....You'll read about those things on here on the blog.  It's my hobby.  But the major difference is that my mind is not consumed with those things.  I'll get to those things at some point, when the time and money are right.  It's just not that important to me. 

One side-effect of the medication is loss of appetite.  I have lost some weight since June.  Yes, this is a bonus.   And yes, I do eat. In the past, me and hubby's running joke is that he eats to live, and I lived to eat.  Now...I eat to live.   The only reason I mention it here, is that my weight loss is asked about a lot. And there is just no short answer to the reason. The medication is not for weight loss purposes, and never was intended for such.

And I know there are some anti-drug people out there...and that is great.  But I went 31 years without medication and was just muddling (is that a word) through life in a crazy fog.  I choose this treatment.  It's not for everyone, but right now, it's for me.

I am thankful to my husband for supporting me through this year,  and I am thankful that God put the right people in our path.  I love you honey!!! And don't worry--I have his complete support in airing out this dirty laundry.
I am looking forward to continued 'sober' shopping in 2010, and ready for what God has in store for us.

And if I happen to come across a triple bookcase for $50, then I'll be ecstatic.  If not, that's ok, too. 

And if you are struggling with any kind of demon, please know that there is help out there!   Just ask a pastor, counselor, your spouse...anyone.  Just asking for help is a HUGE step.  It was for me.  It's never too late. 

Make 2010 your best year!