Friday, July 10, 2009
Finally the 3rd party this summer!
I admit it, the cake is not made by me.
I admit, my kids didn't care.
I admit, my husband did notice and was shocked.
I admit, I liked the hassle free version of a store bought cake decorated cute by me =).
I admit as much as I liked it, I will not be buying cakes in the future.
I admit it feels like I cheated.
I admit- I am weird like that, plus-homemade tastes way better!
I admit that I am glad the birthday party train has stopped for awhile.
Thus ends my confessions.
I admit, my husband did notice and was shocked.
I admit, I liked the hassle free version of a store bought cake decorated cute by me =).
I admit as much as I liked it, I will not be buying cakes in the future.
I admit it feels like I cheated.
I admit- I am weird like that, plus-homemade tastes way better!
I admit that I am glad the birthday party train has stopped for awhile.
Thus ends my confessions.
Monday, July 6, 2009
It was so nice we did it twice!
Ikea's midsummer celebration
Sweden is only as far away as Ikea.
Thanks Ikea, even though your chairs are crappy, I still love you!
Our home away from home!
Thanks Ikea, even though your chairs are crappy, I still love you!
Our home away from home!
A yummy find
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I will just be me
I can't be that, yet a thought says I should
It would feel like being a wrinkled up carbon copy of some sort
I could try a million times to smooth it out
Every quirk that makes me, Me
The green grass of the other side
Makes my complexion a bit dull and my mind puzzled
My feet are tired, don't really like to stand and stare
The constant reminders come as whispers and shouts
To move quickly back towards the mirror
The Light is perfect the image fades
Embracing me alone
Every imperfection, every fault
Giggling at way I have glanced so quickly past
The beauty inside, peeking sheepishly out
I long for the balance
Between glimpses and shadows
Reflecting on the victory
Telling of the challenge
Rallying myself again
A steadfast reminder
I will just be me
It would feel like being a wrinkled up carbon copy of some sort
I could try a million times to smooth it out
Every quirk that makes me, Me
The green grass of the other side
Makes my complexion a bit dull and my mind puzzled
My feet are tired, don't really like to stand and stare
The constant reminders come as whispers and shouts
To move quickly back towards the mirror
The Light is perfect the image fades
Embracing me alone
Every imperfection, every fault
Giggling at way I have glanced so quickly past
The beauty inside, peeking sheepishly out
I long for the balance
Between glimpses and shadows
Reflecting on the victory
Telling of the challenge
Rallying myself again
A steadfast reminder
I will just be me
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