The Crazy Suburban Mom: 2009-02-01

Hobonichi Cousin Planner in my Filofax

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Take time to reflect

Object in a rear view mirror may appear closer than they are...

Very much like remembering ... reminiscing .... recalling... brings the past into the present.

So remember thoughtfully. Wisely. It's your past, see it though your own best case scenario filter.
Objects in my rear view ....

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My kitchen backspash...


So what do you do when you don't have a back splash? Not tile? Not wall paper? Not even a cheesy faux finished Tuscany village back there?

Well if you have a sense of adventure you ransack your house for every scrap of paint you can find and have at it!

One day a few years ago I'd had it with my back splash. Or lack there of. I grabbed all the paints I had (which wasn't much since I did not paint than) and created a back splash. This is the kind of thing that sends my family screaming out the door. What will I do now? How bad will it look? How long will the place be a mess? Will the products require a haz-mat suit?

I figured the worst thing that could happen would be that I needed to paint. And I already needed to paint - all that was there was icky dirty uncrushable builder's paint.

At best I'd love it. And if I didn't love it at least maybe I could tolerate it...

I never changed it. It remains....

My painted back spash



and interestingly enough later on I decided to do something entirely different to the other side. The side with the stove.

This isnt wall paper...

Who knew normal old mailing paper - You know the brown stuff on a roll? Could look so good!

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He's kissing me...

Every year I make holiday cards from pictures I take of the boy and Ginger, the Mini Pain.

I try to get them festive looking ... and okay, I admit it.

I dress up the dog.

He's kissing me...

But it's very hard to get her looking happy about it...

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Open, close, open, close, open, open, open....

I drive my family totally crazy and they
say they can't take it anymore...

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I try and try not to do it.

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And I can't help it..

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No matter what I do...

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Whenever I go into the kitchen...

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I've left something open.

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Or maybe my family is just
ridiculously anal to care?

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