Hanging Clip Board

This little craft isn't exactly a clip board, per se.

 But you can clip things onto it, that counts, right?

I got the crafty bug recently and had a large peice of cardboard laying around and I had just came across this scrap of fabric while cleaning out my office closet. So in my little head I thunk up this little idea.

I always have coupons that I pull off of items in my pantry with the anticipation of using them, but they just end up in a drawer or in a pile o' crap somewhere in my office and, well you get the picture. I needed a hand little space to hang my little scraps of paper, coupons, etc.

If you would like to make your own version of this here is how I made mine:

- Large peice of cardboard

- Large peice of fabric, enough to cover your cardboard

-Small craft clothes pins

- Ribbon

-Command Hook

-Glue Gun

-Paint (optional - for clothes pins)

Step # 1: Paint your clothes pins, if you decide to do this step. This will ensure they are dry or almost dry by the time you finish covering your board.

Step # 2: Cut your fabric if needed, to be about 1 inch longer at the top and bottom and about 5 inches longer on the sides.

Step #3: Begin to glue your fabric to the cardboard, starting with the top and bottom. Work on one edge at a time, putting a stream of glue on a 2 inch section at a time (this ensures your glue doesn't dry too quickly and its less messy this way). Fold in the corner and begin to glue down each of the sides using the same technique.

Step #4: Attach your ribbon on either corner in the back and then tie it in a bow at the top and add your pins. Hang on a command hook where ever you would like! Voila! A handy little "clip" board!





Wordless Wednesday

He thinks he is human. Most people think its funny and laugh at his quirks.

I don't laugh, because I made him that way. He is down right rotten! Don't judge! ;-)

It was almost a wordless Wednesday....then I went and messed it up again!

Happy Hump Day!

A reason to celebrate

Last weekend, March 3rd 2012, Dave and several of his team mates were recogonized in a ceremony celebrating the top 25 Baseball players in the college's history.

It was a great honor to see my husband on stage receiving his plaque and being recogonized for his skill, dedication and hard work as a Limesone Baseball player.

Please excuse my horrible pictures. It was so dark and I was moving around everywhere to snap shots.

My good friend Emily from over at Gracie and the Golds and her husband, Jason were there. Jason was a pitcher and Dave was his catcher.

Jason

Jason's wife -Emily and I - top left corner.

Ashley and I - top right. Her husband, Kyle (in the baby blue polo) and my hubs like to play golf together (is that what all "reitred" baseball players do? Golf? I see a trent here)

Katie and I - bottom left corner. Her husband is BJ (in the bright, light blue polo) and we love every chance we get to spend time with them! They adpoted a brown lab, named June. I can't wait for Bronx to meet her this summer!

The collage above includes everyone in our "group" that attended the event. I didn't get a picture of all the players that were part of the top 25, but I'm very proud of each one of them! They were such great baseball players and I'm glad their talent and hard work was recogonized.

Dave getting his award.

It was a wonderful weekend. We have wonderful friends.

We had a great time celebrating the players and enjoying great fellowship with our wonderful friends. We don't see each other as often as we like, but when we all do have the chance to get together its like we've never been apart.

Late

I honestly can not remember the last time Dave and I were on time for something. You would think we have no idea what this is: 

And truth be told. We know what it is, we just don't know how to use it, correctly.

We've been late for more things than I care to admit to. I have honestly missed my cousin's entire wedding ceremony and only made it to the reception because of our late antics. Sorry cousin. 

I don't think we've ever made it to church before they closed the doors on us, either. We're awful, y'all!

 Dave is probably late for work 4 out of 5 mornings and I'm equally as guilty, although I don't exactly have a classroom full of kids waiting on me to arrive to work, in my defense.

We can both tell time. We both own watches. We both have a cell phone with the time clearly displayed on the screen for us. But you would think we were using a clock like this!

You see, I don't even try anymore. The more I try to get us out the door with ample time for an on time arrival, the later we are. FAIL. My husband is the worst time manager in the world. He thinks he has super man powers sometimes and attempts to shave, shower, iron clothes, check the weather, get dressed, pack his bag for practice, and walk out the door in a mere 20 minutes after he stood up out of bed. Now I don't like to bust any one's chops (okay, I lied about that) but it is a fact that this simply can not be done. Trust me, he's been trying to master it for 10 years.

So there, I said it. We're late. Always.

Hello, my name is Charlee and I suck at being on time.


And just because it melts my heart to see this I have to include my hubs and my pup.
I snuck this cell phone pic in while Dave was napping with Bronx when he was recovering from surgery.

 

The Trouble with Girls...

I've tried for years to convince my husband that I'm not a weird, extraterrestrial space being and that I am, in fact, just a ordinary girl. Err. Woman. Whatever.

I completely understand that it does not seem normal for one to have major mood swings on a monthly basis, be complete indecisive about everything, and to freak out over small, petty inconsistencies that occur in our life. I know that to him, and every other man in the world, we all seem crazy. Maybe some of us are a little crazy. Maybe we are weird.

I've given many scenarios to explain that hormones and they way they cause women to act isn't a laughing matter...no really it isn't. Give a big chuckle to the next woman you meet with hormones raging on the first day of her period...then tell me who's laughing.

I can remember being a teenager, listening to music in my room, painting my toenails and sobbing (like the loud, snotty, sounds like you're going to die, snobs) because I had messed up the polka dot design on my nails. Not something you usually cry over, but I could.not.help.it.

Maybe we do go a tad overboard at times, but he doesn't seem convinced that this is normal. But we were made this way and we can't help it. I can't anyways. I lose my shit on the reg when that time comes around. I flip when the drawers aren't pushed all the was shut. I freak when the counter wasn't wiped down after hubs brushes his teeth. I bitch because I'm hungry and then bitch again because I can't decide what to eat and then I bitch again because I made hubby decide and I didn't like his choice.  So yeah, I guess I can totally see where he thinks I'm a freakin' lunatic and I'm sure he questions his cognitive decision to marry me on a monthly basis, but lets face it, he loves me. He loves me no matter how crazy I really am and no matter who's fault it is (mine or the hormones). He loves me for me and he has the ability to look over my raging hormonal episodes and see past the tantrum throwing child I have been known to become during that faithful week each month. So...I guess I'll keep him!



Source

Maybe I should invest in a few of these!

Self Portrait....Fail

Now that Bronx is able to get outside and do some light activity I thought I would get my camera back out....its been on a shelf in the office for months taking a break..

Since most afternoons its just the pup and I at home, that only leaves one option when I want to take picture of the two of us, and let me just say, I am NOT skilled in the self portrait area.....here's the proof. This picture was actually taken back in the fall....but you get the point.

I love these pictures even if they aren't perfect, because their us, and we aren't perfect either! :) 

Happy Thursday!

Wordless Wednesday (almost)

Someone was tired this morning......

(yes, my dog sleeps in my bed, between my and my husband... don't judge)