A new goal..

do you ever get jealous? i mean really green with envy?

i do.

some days i wish i could have half the creativity as her.

wish i could live where they do. (and sample their lifestyle)

wish i was as put together as her.

wish i was funnier, richer and was able to wake up on time.

want to know the honest truth? while these people are fabulous. i don't know the first thing about their hardships, the struggles, the insecurities. and you know they have em'.

i think sometimes in our heads (i know i do this) we wish for the the other side of the fence. we glance through the window and see someone and think if that could just be my life, i would be happier.

well i'm sick of it. i'm great. i'm fun. and dang it, i have a good life. i am trying hard to not compare myself to others, because i fear if i do it too much i may lose some perspective.

this is my new goal. realize and embrace the fact that THIS is my life. to try to make the best of it and have the most fun i can. to stop trying to keep up with those darn jones's. to enjoy my life.

am i alone here? does anyone else ever feel like this?

i heart soup

there is nothing more soothing and cozy than sitting down and slurping some hot soup when it's oh so cold outside. i heart soup on cold days.

and it makes it even more enjoyable sitting at a brand new little table and chair set. (thanks mom & dad for the early b-day present!)

The ants go marching..

Well at least they did. But not anymore. Nope. They're finally all gone. As some of you know we had a slight ant problem at Casa Selle that was driving me bonkers.

They were every where and it was causing me so much grief that I eventually started having mini breakdowns, where I would scream, yell, and curse at these stupid little black creatures.

I would go into the bathroom and there would be about ten ants mindlessly crawling around in MY bath tub. (not to mention every where else in the house)

At first I tried to reason with them..

"Mr. Ant, if you please, I would like to take a bath and you are in the way. Scoot." (The ant would reply with aimlessly darting around, not listening.)

The next few times I tried to threaten them..

"Listen ants.. either you scram or I take this ant spray and send you to ant heaven." (Ant: more aimless darting to and fro)

Then we put out the ant hotels..

What did they do? Well they crawled all over them, came in and out. Spent the night and checked out the next morning.

A little later I tried intimidation..well really there was just a lot of screaming and cursing. I told them I hated them. (Bob thought this tactic was interesting. "Go for the self esteem Cait, I'm sure they will feel so bad that they just leave.")

The final straw was when I sat down to eat my dinner and a little ant came crawling out of my food. That's when the breakdown happened. I may have screamed at the top of my lungs, I just maybe threw my food in the trash and stomped out of the room. (Bob calls this a tantrum, I call it, letting off steam)

That's when Bob decided it was time to call the landlord and get a pest control person to spray them. When the guy came to spray I'm sure he thought I was a little nuts and slightly sadistic, when I kept asking him questions like so all the ants are going to die right? All of them.. dead? He assured me it should get them all.

Bob kept telling me to remember the movie Honey I Shrunk the Kids, when they are in the backyard and the heroic ant saves them. I looked at Bob and dryly told him that if that ant were living in my bathtub I would have no problem smashing him and laughing while I did it.

So it finally happened. I turned into the villain from every Disney Movie. I can see the movie now, these poor defenseless ants with no where to go. Living in the walls and dressing up in little hats. All the while the evil tyrant yelling at them and putting them down. Just like those little rodents in Cinderella. Oh well. I am willing to play the villain as long as I don't have ants sleeping in my bed anymore.

Lucky You.

Well I figured since Bonnie, Brenda, Eric, Jessica, and Katie are all participating in this challenge. And since I still feel sick and don't have any creativity today. I will take part in this too.

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make. (but knowing me, I wouldn't give you anything that I wouldn't like to receive)
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year. (Good thing its only February!)
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.It may be a story. It may be poetry, shoes, bags, or a little invention of my own! I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. Believe me... it may blow your mind!The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!

Well that's it. I like to get creative, and this will encourage me to get those creative juices flowing.

Game on. (Oh and I should be back to my regular posting soon. I have been sick for the last week, and unless you want to read about how many tissues I went through or how many hours I slept I won't bore you with a post about it)

We have a big announcement!

Sometimes I get a little jealous that I don't have a baby to showcase on my blog. I don't get to post cute pictures and anecdotes about them.

Well now I do. Introducing our brand new addition to the family.. Mr. Tivo, but you can call him Mr. T (thanks Eric for helping us nickname him) Look how cute he is.

He is really smart. He can record shows for us, he can pause them, he can even fast forward through those commercials. We love him and can't imagine life without him. (Mom and Susan you must want pictures to put in your wallet to brag about your new lil' grandtivo. I will get some printed up.)


I like to make sure I capture all of his "firsts" on camera..

I even dress him up in cute clothes.

Alana and Jess let's get our kiddo's together soon for a play date. Also maybe we can get Eric to bring over his Teddy Tivo and we can make a play date out of it!

Oh and I couldn't resist posting this picture. Bob is such a good daddy already. I snuck a picture of him and Mr. T sleeping..

Let me paint a picture for you..

wake up at 5 a.m.

scurry off to the gym

do some seriously intense cardio

limp over to the machines to do a leg workout

kill my legs.. seriously.. they are jello-fied

sit there trying to recover

see a very very buffed man walking towards me

see this man decide to stretch directly (and a little too close) in front of me

see this man do the splits. not side splits. MIDDLE SPLITS

scratch my head trying to understand how in the hizzeck he is managing this

realize it's way too early to see this kind of stuff

decide to hobble home before I see any other acts of sweaty contortion-ism

shower and try to wash my eyes with soap.

i heart post it notes

I am trying to keep my blog fun and fresh. Mainly for me, since I like change and I tend to get bored with the same ol' thing. Each month I am trying to do something a little different.

Last month, was resolutions. This month, the month for lovers, and for my birthday.. I am featuring the things I heart most in life. It will appear at least once a week in the form of a post and it will mostly be silly things. I mean after all we're not talking love, we're talking cutesy hearts people.

Stay tuned for something new in March but let's get February rollin'..

I *heart* post it notes..

Oh the post it.

What doesn't it do?

1. handy

2. dandy

3. organizer (which is right up my alley)

A story including the post it notes..

When I was coming home from my mission for my church. My dear friend Holli sent me a package, it was wrapped up and had a ton of tape, so I thought I would wait to open it until I got on the plane.

I thought wrong. I must have looked suspicious because a very large woman stopped me after I went through the security check point. She told me she was going to have to rifle through my carry on bag and that I was going to have to open the package I was holding.

My mind quickly thought of what could be in there? Had Holli sent me something questionable? Perhaps a weapon of some sort? Hmm, I nervously told her I didn't know what was in it. She gave me a look like "Yeah, sure you don't, I didn't think I looked like a drug smuggler, but apparently she thought I did. I started to strip the tape off the package, I had to pick at the edge of the tape and get it off in strips because I couldn't use a sharp object. (I'm apparently a security threat at this point and I wonder if she thought I might snatch a pair of dull scissors and make a run with them, holding them over my head, screaming down the tarmac?)

Anyway.. I finally get the package opened (after struggling quite a bit) and nervously handed it over to Ms. Large and in Charge. Fearing that if she did find a questionable object, she might actually break me like a twig.

She peered into the package.. my palms are sweating.. (not really, but it makes the story more intense huh?) She looks in..looks at me..looks back in.. gives me a strange face and hands the package back to me and walks off without even a grunt. (She seemed the type that might be a grunter.)

I bet you want to know what was in the package huh? Well I'm not gonna tell you. Okay I will. It was filled with a million sticky note pads. Green, purple, pink, standard yellow, even some with polka dots. Holli informed me in the note included that she went through a ton of these when she was on her mission.

Thus when my journey into the hearting of post it notes began. And I'll have you know that I still have four pads left. I'm not kidding. It's been about three plus years and I still haven't used them all up! Thanks Holli, for one of the most useful, fun gifts!

(what the big lady didn't realize is that the sticky part of the note was laced with acid. we'll just keep that a scissor..er.. secret though)

Well happy Monday and happy February! (It's one of my favorite months.) Oh and Happy Ground Hogs Day! I heard that dang squirrel saw his shadow.