It is way too hot outside to edit photos or write a long post.
Even as I type I am already starting to feel hot flashes so I grace you with a post that was written way back in January. on the day of my birth. but I never posted it because Hunk decided to crash my pad that day.
So. here. it. is.
1. I have been hypnatized...twice. I am a sucker.
2. I met Hunk for the first time when he was helping my sister paint my bathroom. He had a crush on her. long story for another time.
3. I had a basset hound named Daisy.
4. My longest diet lasted five days. maybe less.
5. I'm a celtics fan.
6. I mix Heinz 57, A1, and ranch together.
7. I can sign my name backwards and in cursive
8. I was voted most likely to succeed, most artistic and biggest hick in high school. Say what?!
9. I am extremely creeped out by David Bowie.
10. I use to work for someone famous.
11. I hate folding laundry.
12. Know-it-all's make me want to punch a baby panda. joking. no really. yes, joking.
13. I drive a subaru
14. snakes are creepy.
15. I have never been ice skating.
16. I am left handed
17. I met Kevin Bacon while playing miniture golf.
18. I love palm trees.
19. My least favorite word is spoon.
20. I love cold bedsheets.
21. When I was little I wanted to grow up to be the karate kid.
22. I was a Girl Scout
23. Here is my favorite you tube video
hahahahaha! Got cha!
24. My high school graduation class was 47.
25. Flying and ferris wheels make me sick.
26. I love a good natural disaster.
Now I'm off for a much needed water spritz from my ironing squirt bottle.
We broke down and took (the first round) of family photos this weekend.
For some families this may be easy, for my family (WHOLE family) it involves a lot of chaos, screaming kids, googly faces, and yelling at each other to smile and keep our eyes open.
It was epic, in a not so epic way.
And to top it off we were racing against the clock--the sun was setting quicker then usual.
I thought during all the chaos that it would be nice for Hunk and I to take a picture of us loving one another--just so we could prove to our kids someday that their parents were actually hot at one time.
I should have known this is when the real chaos would ensue...
Hunk hates taking pictures, I love being bossy, Hunk enjoys making me irritated, I enjoy taking pictures.
All culminating into an enjoyable picture taking experience.
narration of the photo process (for your enjoyment):
Me: "Kambrie where should we stand?"
Hunk: "Is this really necessary to take photos, the kids are screaming?"
Me: "Yes, this is necessary just pose we are loosing light!"
Hunk: "I don't know if I like being this close."
Me: "I put on deodorant, so smile at the camera."
Hunk: "Is this what you want?"
Me: "you are going to tip me over..FYI."
Kambrie: "Ugh, look AT the camera this is not 1985."
Kambrie: "nice, but why don't you two actually pretend to hug each other."
Hunk: "Is this what you mean by hugging?"
Whole Group: "John, no dipping! Do you remember your wedding?!"
Hunk: "You told me to hug you."
Me: "Yeah, I told you to hug me, not attack me."
Hunk: "Fine where do I put my hands?"
Me: "Really? We're not in high school."
Hunk: "Seriously guys stop making fun of my dipping skills."
After 10 minutes of picture taking we finally got the winner... and I thought it was difficult to take pictures of Punk...
....and this is in no relation to my butt. Just so we all have that clear.
Little fact about me--I am not a list maker. I feel that in order to be a list maker I would actually have to check off tasks.
I get distracted easily, that reminds me of this one time...
I do, however, write lists when I want a very unproductive day to feel like I have been a busy bee working to accomplish lots of tasks.
Roll out of bed: check
Stumble into the bathroom: check
Wipe off make-up from the night before: check
Close windows: check
Feed the Punk: check
Change his diaper: check
Brush teeth and hair: check
Change another diaper: check
Then at the end of the day I look back at all the checks and I feel so productive.
It's oh so gratifying, try it, I dare ya!
However, there are days when I have to actually write a list that requires me to get out my sweats and leave the house.
These tasks are usually the ones at the bottom on my to-do list that never get checked off for at least a month.
Today's list included all those big and bulky tasks that I had been avoiding for the past month.
One of the mandatory tasks included a haircut for the Punk.
I took him to a salon that specializes in cutting kids hair.
I needed a professional to tame the Donald Trump locks on his head.
Not zesty my friends, not zesty.
The ladies at Cowlicks were rockstars. He sat still for ten minutes.
Ten WHOLE minutes. I don't get that--I don't even get to enjoy a shower without him peeking his head in with a look that says, "What cha doin'?"
Yeah, they got him to sit still and be quiet.
It was heavenly.
And to top it off I got the stylist to take a picture of me with the newly clean cut Punk. Still not quite sure if I like this picture, my eye is wonky and the green wall looks like we should be getting ready to give the weather report for the 6 o'clock news.
This picture is very reminiscent of another picture...yeah, Hunk's turn is next.
And if you are wondering his shirt says, "Bears love people-they taste like chicken!"
For those of you that missed it--last week I did a blog swap with Kim from Bugaboo, Mini, Mr. and Me. Our swaps have been kind of fun--each one has involved a "special" ingredient. The first week we had to make a project using either fabric or paper and this last project we needed to use food coloring.
Yes, I said food coloring.
I am going to let you in on a secret--I have been planning on doing a project with food coloring for awhile and this blog swap was the perfect time to get my butt in gear and do a tutorial using it.
So here's the skinny.
I have a Punk is a terror, a fact that we have already solidified. So taking him shopping is out of the question.
Many of my projects require paint and because I am not able to get to the store that often I have to improvise.
I have found that by taking paint and tinting it with food coloring I am able to get the color of my choice without risking a mental breakdown or child beating in public.
Yes, I spank him...and he laughs.
See for yourself....
Isn't this lamp a beauty? hmmm?
The ingredients of choice for this project include:
Paint (that you don't mind tinting)
This lamp, which I love, became the test subject for my little project.
For those of you that have ever visited my blog you may know that I have a strict policy when it comes to painting--I always use primer. Primer will not only become your best friend, but it will save you time, money, and lots of heart ache.
When it comes to primer I only use one brand, Kilz. It goes on thick, it doesn't bleed, and it makes any paint color stand out!
While the primer dried I began to mix up my paint and food coloring.
I wanted a more subdued blue color so I only added six drops of food coloring.
Once I added the food coloring I mixed my "color concotion together." Once I mixed it together I added a few additional drops to get the color I was desiring.
This number of "drops" will vary on how much paint your are tinting and the desired color you are wanting--so play around and have fun!
Once I had my desired color I then painted my lamp.
My camera battery died so I am short a few pictures (hate when that happens), as you can see in the photo my lamp has a white glazed looked to it.
When the blue finished drying I took white acrylic paint (which you can get at any craft store) and I painted over the blue color. I then took a rag and gently wiped off the white paint which left a white glazed look in the cracks.
I thought it gave the lamp spunk.
Now go whip out the food coloring and get a crack-a-lackin'.
I grew up hauling grain in an old Pepsi truck, bucking fresh cut hay bales, riding horses, using baling twine to repair things, and waking up to do early morning chores.
So when we head out to my in-laws' farm it's always reminiscent of my life before Hunk--now that I live in a place with manicured lawns, sidewalks, neighbors, and no manure...
Punk gets a little excited when he is at the farm. He likes to run, and run, and run...poor goats would never have a chance.
While Punk likes to run around chasing the goats, chickens, and ducks Hunk and I like to check out what's new in the green house.
There is a plethora of tomatoes....
...and whatever this is....
and grapes....and lots more stuff that is still "baking."
My favorite place at the farm is the pond. Not really into swimming in it, but I love when the ducks are out wading in the water.
Punk's favorite place is always playing with the "things" that are not toys. Today's "toy" of choice was his Grandpa's sprinkler.
We have a budding engineer on our hands...
Hunk's favorite place is around the horses.
Don't be fooled by his cuteness--this little guy is a biter.
This is the biter's mama. She is awnry.
Even though Punk doesn't live on a farm I hope that as he gets older that he will be able to appreciate the simple things that an ag life provides--learning how to work with his hands, caring for animals, and understanding the meaning of a hard days work.
And if that doesn't work I just hope he learns how fun it is to get dirty....
I think he already has that covered...
I am headed out now. Little bro gets home from his mission today. YAY!!!