Hi, my name is Chelsey Davis and I am addicted to buying things for scrapbooking (mostly paper). Yes I know I have a problem, but I did not realize how big of a problem I had until I started to reorganize myself. Hello!! Can you say out of control. As I sorted things out it started to take over my living room, bedroom and was going to keep spreading from there. I did get my papers organized by color and it took 12 drawers! (2 for blue and green). That was just my 12x12 papers. Then I organized my scraps by color, less room. I have my stickers and rub-ons mostly organized. I have started my tools, but I had to throw everything in a pile once again so Scott and I could have a place to sleep. This is out of control. But I love this stuff. I love the ideas that go through my mind as I see the different products. I love that it makes me feel slightly creative. I love when I put a page, or home decor together and love what I see. I love to remember times with my kids as they have grown. I will try not to buy anything unless I need it, but if there is a good deal I can't promise I will pass it up. Most of my stuff has been collected from stores going out of business, on clearance, on sale, etc. I can't pass up a good deal. If it is 70% off I have a hard time holding back. What can I say, I love to scrapbook and even more I love buying the supplies. Yes I have a problem. At least Scott still loves me.
The weekend is my favorite time of the week. When ever I get anyone up on Friday, I tell them "Guess what! Today is Friday!!!" To which the kids reply, "We know Mom." in the you are so annoying voice. What can I say I love it. I don't have to be up if I don't' want to, usually I am, but I don't have to be. I try not to clean (I always hated spending Saturday on chores growing up), and my house and yard show it. But hey, I figure I only have a short amount of time before my kids are grown and gone. The dirt isn't going anywhere, no matter how hard I try it always finds its way back home. the clutter stays despite my efforts. The weeds, oh the weeds, they just can't get enough of us. The battle never ends, but I try to choose and not focus on it over the blessed weekend. I don't have to share my husband and kids (most of the time), unless I choose to. I'm sure everyone feels this way, but it is the day I look forward to every Sunday night. I dread the start of the week. I even feels this way in the summer, when the kids are here. I just love having Scott around. Even if he feels like I nag the entire time, which I sure he does. It is the only day I really feel a slight, every so tiny bit of motivation to clean the house. Let's face it, within 30 seconds of getting home Noah will have dumped 1/2 the playground dirt all over my house (by the way how does the school keep getting more?) and the tornado, aka Harley, will hit with a furry like no other, but I love it. I just can't wait to get the weekend started. Only and hour 'till the kids are home and hopefully no more then 3 'till Scott's home and the party begins. OK party is stretching it, but it feels like a party to not have to get up and make breakfast three different time and pack three lunches. Truthfully my family has to inform me they are about to starve to death for me to consider cooking on the weekend (I HATE TO COOK). Life is good, all because it is FRIDAY!!!!!!
I know it has been awhile, but I guess I am pretty boring without my hubby. He is back now and it is so nice to have him home. He is still exhausted form all the exercise. Unfortunately he didn't get anything hunting. He still had a good time and so I hope it was worth it for him. Not a whole lot has gone one here. I turned 31 on Monday, no big deal. I had a good day. First it was lunch with the girls and then dinner at Mom's with the family. A low stress day, what more could you want. I really enjoy sharing my day with Asher. It make birthdays fun again to have a kid to share it with. Probably because I love to celebrate the kids in the family. Asher is such a cutie and a very strong willed one at that. I love those squishy cheeks he has. They remind me of Noah, not all that long ago. Where does tome go? I wish it would just slow down and let me enjoy more of the moments I have with my kids before they are grown up. I know, that is a long way off. But, I know it will be here all to fast. Right now I feel like everything is so rushed with school, homework, reading, soccer, church and anything else we throw in there. I feel like I don't take the time to enjoy my kids like I should. I am just trying to get from one thing to the next. That just doesn't feel right. I guess that is the thing that is bothering me today. How do I get it all done and spend the quality time with my kids that I want to? I am so tired by the time we have a little down time, and so are they. Then all I think about is getting everyone to bed. I miss the days of jumping on the trampoline, putting the kids in the stroller and rollerblading or walking around town with them. I just need to try and slow myself down to have those moments with my kids and not rush onto the next thing., put another check on the list. I must admit Harley and I love to crank up the radio and sing and dance. Noah on the other hand gets a headache from it and is the big party pooper. He suddenly needs to throw up when we do this. I know it is not because of our singing, we have wonderful voices. Every once in awhile he'll let loose and join in . Well I better run and start checking things off the list before school is over. May be then the kids and I can jump on the trampoline, or not I might be to sore from running this morning. Hopefully I'll find something to do.
Well it has been a little while, so I thought I'd write a few things. It was parent teacher conferences this week and I must admit for the first time I was a little nervous. Third grade has proved to be a big change for us this year. I have tried to just feel it out and see how things are going. Then you have other parents felling a little concerned (or more so) and start wondering should I be worried more? Did I make the right choice? Then conference came. It was actually really good and I feel a lot better. Harley of course is doing great, all A's. Her teacher really likes her, and likes to have her next to Kaylee. Her teacher is so nice, I really like her. I just wasn't sure what to expect out of third grade and felt left out or behind in a way. I like to be very involved in my kids life right now, because time goes by way to fast and I need to take advantage of the time I have now. By the end of her conference, I volunteered to be the Reading Rockets Mom, I track the minutes each kid in the class reads and give prizes to those who met the monthly goal. I also decided to be the Room Mom, another "What was I thinking?" moment. I would rather do that then the class not have a Room Mom. Noah's conferences also went well. He is doing good in class, no grades at this age, and is reading pretty much at the level he needs to be at the end of the year. It is always nice to get to see how your kids are doing, where they are at, and where you can help out more. It also makes me stop and realize how fast they grow, and time just speeds up but never slows down. This week has been good.
I am avoiding getting things ready for Scott to leave today. I am excited for him, but I don't really want him to go. I just have a few things left to do to get him ready. He did most of it last night, which is a first for him to do so much on his own. I just don't want the day to fly by as I run around crazy rounding everything up. I know I am not with him now, but at least I can call him if I need to. When we take hm the rest of the stuff this afternoon, it is goodbye for a week. I know I'm a baby, but is it really so bad to love him and want to at least be able to hear from him and know he's OK? I am very good at avoiding things, but I have to get this done today. I just hope he has a good time and is able to shoot something. If so there will be pictures in a week of his trophy, no matter what he gets. He is going with some guys who are also bow hunting bear, so maybe there will be some cool pictures of that too. That is the part that makes me the most nervous though. Shooting bear with a bow, that just sounds like and accident waiting to happen. I hope they have good aim. It will be tons of fun for him though, and I am so excited he gets to go do this. Well it is off to finish the packing and get the last minute things from the store.
It's that time of year again, soccer. It is so much fun to watch the kids play. I have yet to get pictures from this year, but I love these ones from last year. Harley's team now plays on one field and gets to have a real goalie. Noah is still 2-4 on 4 games. Harley also has a uniform. She has a hate-love relationship with soccer. Most of the time hate, because practice is more often then games. She is great at making passes to her teammates, I think it is mostly because she doesn't want to be in control of the ball to long. I t reminds me of myself, only when I played basketball (Oh crap, I don't want to dribble the ball! Who can I give it to!?!). She quite often is wearing a smile while she is out playing, until her cheering squad embarrasses her. Noah on the other hand pretty much loves every minute of it. Sometimes he doesn't feel like practicing, but who always wants to? He enjoys his team this fall, he has a lot of friends on it. So we will be a little crazy on Saturdays, but it is so much fun. I also don't know how families with more than two children playing do it. I just can't believe how quick time goes by and that we are already into sports. After soccer is over Noah wants to do basketball and Harley wants to be a cheerleader. We will see how that goes, it will be tons of fun to watch them.
I am stalling to do anything today. It is the day I clean Mom's and I just am not motivated today. It is sad to say, but a Diet DP w/ cherry in it from Sonic is about all that is getting me moving. I know I have a problem. My house is a mess, like always, my stupid dog won't quit barking and I need to shop for Scott to go hunting. So I think I'll see what is interesting on my computer.
The past few days I have been thinking of Scott leaving on his hunt. I am excited for him. He can't wait to go. I am a bit jealous, he will be in the mountains by Chama (except for the company he'll be keeping). It is always hard to be apart, but this time it is different. He will be gone about a week with no cell phone service. It leaves me unsettled in ways. I look forward to the night 2 minute chats, we like to hear each others voices but not make small talk. It is nice just to know he's OK. Then it got me thinking about all the families out the with husbands and fathers in the military. I can't imagine how they feel being out of contact for so long. I would be a wreck! I will this next week, and Scott will not be at war. I am so thankful for those willing to serve our country. I am also thankful for the families willing to back them up and support them, hanging there and be a nervous wreck. I am thankful God was so kind in giving us all different abilities and personalities to make this world so diverse. I think about that a lot. What would we do if no one was willing to do the things (jobs) we didn't want to? It would be a very different world. Anyways, I guess I should get the inevitable done with and then maybe I can shop the sales and see if there is anything to organize my life or finish of some decorating I think I want to do.
This should be my life's motto. I always seem to do things and think, "What the heck was I thinking?" Everyone who knows me, knows this well. I finally decided that I am tired of getting old, being tired all the time and over weight. I can't do anything about getting old,but maybe the being tired and overweight thing can be changed. So, I am going to start working out. Maybe sign up for a 5K in November and a 1/2 marathon in the spring. If I pay to do this then I have to work out and not waste my money. Let me just say I started running the little I can this week and I am more tired then ever. I am more sore then I can ever remember thinking. Maybe I don't mind being over weight. OK, I do mind, but come on this hurts. I have even less ambition to clean my house, which I didn't think was possible, and I just want to sit on my couch the rest of the day and go to bed at 8 and not get up in the morning. All I have to say is this better be worth it in the end. I know I have only been doing my training for four days, nothing, and I don't plan on stopping, but this sucks. I wish I had Mikael here to go out with me. I don't feel intimidate that I am slowing her up. I can talk her into doing lunges down the street and looking like a retard with me. Most important of all the conversation is always good. I'm am by far the least fit of all my friends and don't want to work out with them. I just hope that I can be in decent shape when Britt starts to train with me, and not slow her up too much. Oh well. I just wanted to write how much it sucks to be out of shape and then try and get back in shape after not working out on a consistent basis for the past 11-12 years. Maybe tomorrow I can walk around without looking like I have a stick shovel up my butt from being so sore. If not, at least I entertain people or make them feel good about themselves and their ability to walk normal. Only time will tell.
Harley's birthday is over and it's back to life. Last night we really celebrated her with the family. We had dinner at Mom and Dad's with the family in town. For dinner Harley chose Mesquite chicken, zucchini with cheese, salad from Christi (fruit), corn, and I surprised her with homemade rolls. She loved it. Then we opened presents and had Cold Stone cake, but only after the beautiful Webb Happy Birthday singing. Where I was informed I look retarded singing, by none other than Harley. She had a great day once again and was happy with it all.
Today I subbed up at the school. It was fun, I was able to do first grade which I love. I am always really tired afterwards though. The class was great. Now a small break before we head off to soccer. I still have to figure out dinner, my least favorite part of the day. Does Cold Stone cake count? Probably not, darn. Well I guess I have to figure something out and hope only one person throws a fit over it, any less is asking for a miracle. Off to the fun of the evening.
Yesterday was Harley's 9th b-day. I can't believe she is already 9! time goes by way to fast and doesn't look like it is going to slow anytime soon. It seems to only speed-up. The older the kids get the more crazy our lives get; which in turn means a feel more jipped on the time I get to spend with them. Anyways, Harley had a great day. I really started off Saturday morning when Nana surprised her with a visit. How fun is it that she was able to wake up and see Nana's face first thing. She has been missing Nana and just wanted to get to see her. Later that day we got to do some birthday shopping, a tradition of Nana and Harley's. She went to Patina's, a total girly store and was in heaven, Noah had fun too. Then on Sunday she woke up, got ready for church, and opened more presents. Mammy and Pappy gave her a cute pink Flamingo dress to wear to church, Noah gave her a Luv-able puppy and the best present an American Girl Just Like Me doll (well next to Nana coming). She was so happy about it all she couldn't sleep last night. She kept telling Scott and I thanks for the birthday, it was the best ever and she loved everything she got. It was a good day. We are so blessed to have a sweet girl like her. She kept saying she couldn't believe she got so much and how lucky she was. I love it when the kids are thankful, it gives me a small hope I am doing a small thing right. I better get ready for her family party tonight. I am going to surprise her with my rolls, one of her faves.