the haunting

The busted vanity saga continues...

Last Friday afternoon the 320 pound busted vanity that was taking up my entire garage was picked up. I was sad to see it go as I really liked how this piece o' junk looked.  Unfortch, it prolly would not have lasted more than a week in our bathroom. So, the driver loaded the vanity onto the lift of the truck and NOTHING.  The lift got stuck and wouldn't move.  Ahahahaahahah.  This vanity was haunting me.  The driver asked if I would push the button on the lift while he fiddled around with a switch in the cab of the truck.  What?  Is this really happening right now?  So I pushed the button and once again nothing. 

The 18 wheeler sat on my street for an hour with the vanity partially hanging off the lift.  I kid you not.
 Proof of said haunting....

After an hour the driver was able to start his truck and the busted vanity and all it's pieces were off to a better place.  The dump. See ya. xox

4lbs 9oz of miraculousness

Hey there.  Saturday night I'm heading to a local fundraiser with the big guy.  I'm excited about our evening out for a couple reasons.  First, the money raised will go directly to North Shore Children's Hospital toward the renovation and expansion of the Special Care Nursery.  Second, I have an excuse {quite a good one} to get all gussied up and purchase a new frock.

As many of you know NPF4 came into this world 7 weeks early.  Let's just say  he knew how friggen cool his mama was and wanted to meet me sooner rather than later. Obviously.  NPF4 spent the first month of his life between the NICU at Children's in Boston and the Special Care Nursery in Beverly.  I'm not going to elaborate much on this aside from saying it's a humbling, life changing experience bringing a baby into the world prematurely.  All babies are miracles but there is something slightly more miraculous to me about those that come into this world before their due time. 

Rock on' buddy - keep up the good work.
We are lucky, happy and PROUD to call you our son.

NPF4 is our miracle. He is here today because of the tireless efforts of numerous doctors, nurses, family and friends that struggled with me and Pete through 5 months of bed rest and a 40+ day stint at BWH.  He is a testament to the hard work of many and we are forever grateful.  Needless to say this fundraiser is meaningful to me as the mother of a preemie and as someone who has availed of many of the services in which this fundraiser will donate money toward.

If you're interested in reading more or feel inclined to donate give this link a click: http://www.merrymixers.org/donate-now/

As for the frock I'll be sporting on Saturday.  Stay tuned. xox

Word to the Wise

 Morning. Today I will bestow my words o' wisdom upon you. Two simple pieces of advice that are guaranteed to make your life easier. The suspense is killing you. I know. Here goes. My two revelations:

{1} Always call the police when you think someone is breaking into your home 

{2} Pick your battles when it comes to dealing with the wee ones

The sheer brilliance of these revelations is mind boggling.  For those of you who have ever doubted my smartness - I forgive you.  This gal is genius.

Okay, let's begin with addressing #1.  Last Thursday night at about 9:30pm I was laying in bed {totes miserable because I have strep again}pinning my life away. I hear a ton of noise outside. Banging, rustling and then finally a huge crash. Seriously? Get out of bed, look out the window. Nothing. Move the plastic curtain that divides my room from new addition.  Walk around. Stub my toe. Nothing.  Walk downstairs. Look around.  Nothing.  Get back in bed.  Rustling, banging, rustling banging.  WTF.  Are you serious?  Go to window.  Yell out: Hello. Hello.  Just go away.  I don't want to deal with this tonight.  Please leave.  Noise continues. Perched from my ivory tower I continue yelling:  ya know what,  I dare you to mess with me.  I dare you to mess with me tonight.  I'm not in the mood.  Then I ducked because my neighbor's light when on. Oops.  Sorry Henry.

Grab the cordless. Call Pete at work and proceed to tell him that someone is breaking into the house and that I don't have the time or the patience to deal with this.  Pete responds:  what?  Are you in danger? Where are the kids? Call the police. My response:  you are the police.  I need to go.  I'll handle this.  Pete: I'm coming home.  Me: whatever.  Then I got in bed and fell asleep. 

Thursday night the wind was crazy.  Apparently all the noise I heard was the plastic blowing around outside and the ladder that was up against the side of the house falling into the port-a-potty in the backyard.  Yup.  Be jealous.  Yes, be jealous of my port-a-potty and my craziness. 

Moral of the story.  Be safe.  Call the police. {or be a badass and summon the imaginary intruders to a duel}

Moving on to #2.  If your children want to swing naked at the park.  Let them.  It could be worse.

Word up - thanks for letting me enrich your life with my peals of wisdom. xox

Dose of Dysfunctionality

Hello lovelies. Hate to do this but I need to get my mushies out of the way. Bare with me.

For those of you familiar with Blogger you know that you can check your "stats". Sounds fancy.  It's not.  I'm always amazed by the amount of people that actually read this blog. Seriously, why?  I love that you do. Trust me. I feel pretty bad ass at the end of the day when I see my stats.  Let's be honest though - I talk about nothing.  I blab to you about stuff I want but can't afford and chronicle in painstaking detail my design dilemmas.

Occasionally I give you a glimpse into my life - the stuff that goes beyond my obsession with DY and KS. The real stuff.  Those posts seems to resonate the most with whoever is out there reading this highly informative blog.  My most heartfelt posts {barf that I just wrote that} are the ones where my inbox blows up, my text alert beeps non stop and my FB messenger goes haywire.  I love that my stories make you want to share yours. I love that strangers write to me.  I love that I have forged friendships - real friendships because you are comfortable enough to share your secrets with me.

That glimpse into my life that I put out there for anyone to read has connected me with some amazing gals.  Gals that got me through the last year of my life.  I have lots to write about this....to be continued....

So thank you for reading. I'm glad I can give you your daily {weekly is prolly more accurate} dose of dysfunctionality. xox

Busted

Hey.  So it's been over two weeks since I've been on FB.  I am a free woman.  Liberated.  That's all I have to say about that.

Onward.

The reno is moving along swimmingly.  I'm still in love with my contractor and his crew. Whoot.

Let's get down to biz.  It's sTORRE time folks.

The bathroom vanity was delivered to my house today.  A.MAZ.ING.  The smooth curved edges of the gleaming white marble... aaaahhhh.  I was in my glory. I scored a double vanity for $1200.  Apparently in the world of bathroom vanities this is incredibly cheap.  Lest I remind you I am a teacher and my hubby a police officer.  You do the math.  We are not rich although I think I would be pretty damn good at it if we were.  I think $1200 for a vanity that I'm just gonna spit my toothpaste in is a lot of money.

So as I'm standing in the garage staring at my gorg vanity Bob the plumber walks in.  His words - oh wow.  That vanity is a mess. You're going to have to send it back.  Apparently while  basking in my fabulousness I failed to noticed that the two porcelain sinks had come detached from the marble counter top and smashed into the shelf below.  Two broken sinks.  One broken shelf.  Thanks Bob.  You are observant. I am not.

WTF.  Are you serious. I now have a 320 pound BUSTED vanity taking up my entire garage.  The big guy is gonna love coming home to that monstrosity of a mess. Honestly, I'm so over trying to save money.  Clearly, I'm horrible at it. Every time I try to save or take a shortcut it ends up costing me the big guy even more money. I tried. I failed.  I quit.

Tomorrow I start over. Equipped with big Pete's BOA card I will purchase a bathroom vanity that will likely BUST our budget.  Stay tuned.

PS- I'm not posting any pics of this o' so lovely project.   I plan on hosting a party of epic proportions to show off our new digs at the end of the summah.  Considering yourself lucky if you get an invite. He haw. xox

Arm Candy

There is a fine art involved in stacking bracelets.  Color, texture, size, shape - these things are all important when trying to create the perfect stack.  To say I am OBSESSED with "stacking" is an understatement.   Unfortch, I don't have any gems of wisdom on perfecting this trend.  I've yet to master it myself. I'll work on it.  Stay tuned.

DY. Obvs.

.  Unless I rob a bank the gals below will prolly never grace my wrist.  I mean c'mon. I can't even pronounce the name of the Hermes bracelet that I am currently crushing.  Collier de Chien.  Really?  How about Spiked Weapon de' Death. Whateves.  No matter what you call it I'm in love with something I'll never get. SHOCKER or more appropriately SPIKER. 

Cuatro Cartier and uno Hermes. {just brushing up on my Spanish}
Holy Cow.  This stack o' shininess is worth more than my house.

Good day buddies. xox

Shout Out

I love to write.  Sadly, my words won't do justice when trying to describe how much I ADORE my contractor and his crew. Thus far, adding a two story addition onto my home has been the least stressful thing going on in my life. I'm unphased. No joke. In fact, I love the company. What I love even more is the sound of M yelling to the crew while perched at the window. 

Hey guys. What you doing? Too loud.  All done. All better.  Hey Mark. Hi!  Hello. What you doing? Loud.  Mama it's loud. Oh, all done.  House.  House for me and Nick.  Maia and Nick house.  Hey guys.  What you doing guys? I help. Me help.  Hi! Hello guys. All done.  I build Maia house. 

OMG. I die. Can you even handle it?  

Anyway, M left the crew a little note yesterday along with a bucket o' treats including Oreos, Chips Ahoy, and Nutter Butters. Yes, I'm licking my lips.

Apparently the "guys" aren't fond of peanut butter crackers.  Good to know.  I'll keep this in mind when preparing future buckets. 

How cute is it that they wrote back to her? Adorbs.  xox

Monogram Mania

Monogram madness has taken over the world. It's everywhere especially in my swell seaside community.

{bed}

{bath}

{linens}

{entertaining}

 

 {beach}

{notes}

{candles}

{baubles}

{carry me}

{a little of this and little of that}

{wares}

Monogram for mom's day? Why not. xox