When your three year old requests a haircut, take her to get the f'n haircut, like immediately.
Brain Swizzle
Do you ever feel like someone has put a swizzle stick into the top of your head and just stirred things around a little? This blog exists as an outlet for me and my random thoughts about motherhood and life that keep bumping around in my head.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
What I've Learned from Sparkle #350
Self-adhesive postage stamps may be the most expensive "stickers" ever.
Note to self: Buy stamps that have to be licked until Sparkle gets past the sticker obsession.
When you stop learning, you stop living.
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
#305
It's never a good sign when you walk into a room and your 2 year old starts yelling, "Do not see!! Do not see!!"
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
#292...No Need to Thank Me
When your two year old decides during "nap" time (when she doesn't sleep) to trade her pants for tights, make sure she still has on her diaper.
Hmmmm. I think I could come up with a daily tip - The things I've learned the second time around.
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Tidbit #291 That I've Learned from Sparkle
Did you know that all of the stickers on Rubik's Cube squares are white? Yeah. The colors are actually translucent stickers on top of white stickers.
Sparkle's nickname may become "Destructo".
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Friday, June 12, 2009
Trusting...Trusting...Trusting...
OK. Pictures of samples sent. Quotes sent.
Breathing....
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Two In a Row, Huh?

After I finished reading The Shack, I read another book that my mom had. This book is called Redeeming Love. It's the story of the book of Hosea set during the California gold rush.
My first reaction was, That's nice. What's the book of Hosea about? As you may or may not know, in the book of Hosea, Hosea is led by God to marry a prostitute. Hilarity ensues. Just kidding.
In Redeeming Love, Michael Hosea is in the same predicament. The girl doesn't feel worthy of his unconditional love and Michael has several conversations with God along the lines of "Are you nuts?" and "Why are you doing this to me?" She leaves, he goes back and gets her. More than once. It's a pretty interesting read (I read it in 3 days). But what struck me most was that it's another "trust God and stop worrying; you aren't in control anyway" book.
Internal monolog: "Hm. Two in a row. I don't feel like I have many situations in my life that I try to wrest control from God. My life is pretty calm and uncomplicated. I'll try to remember these books should the situation ever present itself. Now, I need to figure out what I'm going to do about that request I received for a quote on tags."
You see, a week ago I received an email. It was from a person who has a shop on etsy who makes clothes and accessories. In the email she tells me that she works at a boutique in Houston that wholesales to over 80 stores across the US. She would like me to give a quote for making 1000 - 3000 small aluminum tags for them.
"Gulp. Not possible. I can't cut that much aluminum. Where do I get that much aluminum. Can I stamp that much? No way. Great opportunity. Scary opportunity."
I have been searching high and low on the internet to find aluminum that can be cut, pre cut tags the size they want. It's driving me nuts. Mr Swizzle helps me realize that they expect me to be the one to tell them what will look good, if it can be done, etc.
I seem to go straight into freak out mode when presented with things like this. Hey wait, could this be one of those "trust God" moments? Duh.
So last night I emailed her a couple of options since the size tag they want doesn't exist and the letters wouldn't fit on that size anyway.
We shall see. If she likes the option that I hope she likes, I'll then have to boldly come up with a quote without selling myself short. Putting a number out there and hoping they don't balk. I think. Do I want to do it? AAAAAH.
Oh, wait. Trust God. Right.....
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