Carving time

I LOVE LOVE Halloween. I remember when I was in grade school, all the students were asked what their favorite holiday was. Everyone seemed to say either Christmas or their Birthday, I on the other hand, said Halloween. I love dressing up and I love candy, the weather is usually perfect and I LOVE pumpkins. This year Lincoln and I invited our good friends Clint and Laurie over to carve pumpkins and enjoy some homemade soup. Laurie is a wonderful artist and Clint is almost done with medical school. They make a pretty good team when it comes to carving pumpkins.

Lincoln loves to keep his ideas secret until the big reveal. He never disappoints.

Clint is using his medical skills to slice into the pumpkin. Too bad he isn't planning on becoming a surgeon.

I hate the look on my face when I am concentrating.

What do you expect from two very creative people. They made a pumpkin with a rodent on it with a acorn. Even with the rodent, it was very well done. :)

Below is our annual picture of Lincoln and I with our pumpkins. We did this two years ago when we were just starting to date. I love having a tradition. We try to wear similar things each year and pose the same. I think it is so fun, and Lincoln is such a sport to do it with me. I love that we have something that we have done now for three consecutive years.

I love Halloween.

Denim by the numbers

Yesterday I had on of my AWESOME clients bring me a surprise. She works for Express Corporate and has the chance to shop their sample sales a few times a year. She has brought me stuff before from Bath and Body Works since they are owned by Express. The sample sale is for employees of the company only and they get a chance to rummage through a huge amount of stuff and purchase it for a crazy good deal. Well, when I went to get her for her service, she handed me a bag with TWO pairs of new jeans! I was shocked! She knew my size from conversations we have had in the past (apparently we talk about everything) and she was kind enough to think of me while at this sale and grab me two awesome pairs of jeans. When she handed them to me I was so touched and happy to get them. Who doesn't want free jeans?! But I found myself saying, "oh, my gosh, I really needed some new jeans." Here's the thing, I DON'T need any new jeans. I came home all excited to show Lincoln my new pair of jeans, only to realize, that I own WAY too much denim. The real issue is that I only really started wearing jeans on a regular basis like three years ago, but for some crazy reason I own a stock pile of jeans. I can't wear jeans to work and I have always found slacks or skirts to be more comfortable, but it never seemed to stop me from buying jeans. I do wear jeans in the winter, so I am thinking that is my reason for the collection.... maybe. I don't want to sound ungrateful for what my client did for me. I am so excited to have two new pairs of jeans, that fit great I might add. However, I feel so glutenous with all the jeans I own. I have to admit that a few pairs I don't wear on a regular basis they are just there for when I might paint a room or work in the yard (I always say this before trying to throw them away, but I have never worn them to do either things) and I have a pair from college with a huge hole in the crotch that makes them unwearable, but I can't seem to throw them out. So, that makes about 3 pairs that I might not need, but what am I doing with the rest? I need you all to count your denim and help me see if this is a personal problem, or if it is just the way things go with denim. Here are my numbers

jean skirts- 3 don't worry they are cute

jean jacket-2

jeans- 18

jean jumpers- 0 thank goodness, right?!

(gulp) is that allot? I have always known that I have a large wardrobe, but if anyone knows me well, you know that I wear almost all my stuff. And if I don't wear it, I get rid of it... except for maybe my jeans.

Acting my age

The other day while I was throwing a tantrum to my mom, I realized that I might be too old to throw tantrums. I know you might be thinking to yourself, "you were throwing a tantrum?" and the answer is obviously yes since I just admitted to throwing one in my first sentence. The reason for the tantrum doesn't need to be discussed since it isn't the point of this blog. Besides, if you were to ask me about said tantrum, I would just deny that I ever threw one. So, let's move on. As I was saying, I decide that I was too old to be throwing a tantrum. After looking back on the day I realize that the tantrum was brought on by a lack of sleep and food and a hormone issue. Either way, I am just too old to throw a tantrum. After giving this allot of thought I have decided that there are many things that I am just too old for. I am 31 now (almost 31 1/2) and I need to know what is age appropriate. I don't want to walk around trying to rock pigtails. I have decided to make a list of things that I am too old for and a list of things that I am not too old for. After making this list I will try not to violate it in anyway. I will have to add on as I get older and adjust the list accordingly. Let me know what you think.

Things I am too OLD for-

1. pigtails- maybe not if I am working in the yard or wearing a hat and.... no, no, I can't make excuses. I need to just decide now that I am too old for them.
2. tantrums- that was already decided
3. pulling an all nighter- this was no big deal in college, now if I stay up past 12 I suffer.
4. wearing short skirts or shorts- this isn't as much a problem for me as it is for some of the women I work with. hint, hint.
5. eating whatever I want- I now feel it and show it way differently then when I was younger.
6. sleeping on uncomfortable beds- I wake up with too many kinks and stiffness to just sleep anywhere without paying for it.

Things I am NOT too OLD for-

1. zits- apparently this is the case of me, but I wish it was on the other list.
2. getting pregnant- let's hope!
3. watching shows on Disney- laugh all you want, but there is just something about those shows that make me happy. Although, things just haven't been the same without Lizzie Mcguire and Even Stevens. Ok, maybe this will be one of the things I might need to move to the other list in the near future.
4. being married to a younger man- that's right Lincoln is five years younger and he doesn't think a thing of it. It took me awhile to get over it when we were first dating, but it really isn't a big deal now.
5. learning new tricks- the saying, "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" doesn't really apply to me. I am learning new things everyday.
6. get scared from the dark- when I was younger I thought I would be so brave once I grew up, well not so much.

The list is a work in progress. I know this might seem crazy, but there is nothing worse then seeing a grown women wearing a sweatshirt with a picture of Winnie the Poo on it. I just want to act my age... give or take a few years.

Thanks for the article, but I don't believe it.

I recently got this article sent to me from my dear husband, Lincoln. I have a problem with falling asleep and he seems to just hit the pillow and crash. I think this article may suggest that I am just complaining, but I have always had a very difficult time with falling and staying asleep. I swear he is in a deep sleep and snoring in seconds, while I toss and turn for hours before I fall asleep. Then, in the morning, he just wakes up all ready to go with a big smile on his face. I, on the other hand, have to hit snooze like ten times and crack every bone in my body as I slowly walk up to the bathroom. I can't fully open my eyes until I have been awake for at least 15 minutes and my voice is all froggy until at least another few hours. I swear women have a much harder time with sleep then guys, or am I just complaining? How do you sleep?