Blog Garage Sale

So what am I choosing to blog about after a forced hiatus, during which our PC laptop was dying and I was shoving every extra penny into an envelope so that we could Dave Ramsey our way to a NEW computer?

That's right. It's garage sale time. 

And also, his name is a verb- yes? 

And also, while I'd love to say that we're the proud new owners of our first Mac, I can't. We're just the owners. Not proud yet b/c there are just TOO MANY THINGS THAT ARE DIFFERENT FROM A PC AND I SOMETIMES CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO WHAT I WANT AND THIS CAUSES MUCH FRUSTRATION. So yeah, not proud yet.

I have much to catch up on, blog-wise, but for today- closet clean-out is what's a-happenin.

(And if you live in a kindgom far, far away and are interested in an item, I'll ship to you at cost. Just shoot me an e-mail at Funnygirl33180(at)aol(dot)com)

 Polos- top row L to R- yellow size 5, red size 5, red size 6- $8 each
bottom row- red sweater vest size 5- $10, blue Vinyard Vines, size 5- $4
striped Polo tee, size 6- $5, and red Polo tee, size 6- $5

 top row, L to R- 2 Browning shirts, long sleeve, size S (5/6)- $8 each
J. Khaki long sleeve shirt, size 6- $6
Green plaid & red plaid Polos, size 6- $10 a piece
pink long sleeve Polo has a spot on the front that I'm currently treating with Shout. It's incredibly exciting. I'll let you know the outcome...

 CollectibiliTEES from Old Navy- top row are all XS- $4 each
bottom row- red tee says "Choose Wisely" and has a pic of a rock, scissors, & paper (from snorgtees.com) It's size 6- $5
Superman & Spiderman are both size S (5/6)- $4 each

 top row- Batman tee, size S- $4, Star Wars tee (Gap kids) size 4/5, but runs big IMO- $5, rainbow Chewie tee, size 5T- $4, Batman tee on bottom row (Old Navy) size S- $4, and Columbia button-up, size 5- $8

 Black velvet dress from Old Navy that I hate isn't showing up better in this pic- size 18-24 month- $8, Missoni for Target dress, size 18-24 month- $8, boojue boutique brand 2-piece chicken outfit, size 18 months (and beyond)- $10 for the set, Calypso for Target 2-piece set w/elephants, size 24 months- $6, Genuine Kids 2-piece set, size 12 month (but runs big) This is in play condition- $4, Vinyard Vines pink dress, size 2T- $10

 Claire and Charlie smocked Mary Poppins dress, size 18 month- I think we wore this ONCE, maybe twice... $25, alphabet dress (made by me) and triple ruffle pants that have a spot on the knee- who knows what this is, perhaps it could also be Shouted out? I'd say this set is 18-24 month and I'll sell both pieces for $15. Hula girl dress & bloomers from Gymboree, size 12-18 month but runs big- $5

 Cherokee ruffle top, 2T- $2
Genuine Kids dot top w/ flower & floral skirt- 24 month- $6 for both
brown quilted vest by Crazy 8, size 24 month?- $4
Genuine Kids top w/ pink flowers- 12 month but runs big- $3
Circus tee (loved this one) size 2T- $3
Mudpie anchor outfit (worn once) size 2T-3T- $20

 2T khakis by Circo- $2, gray 'skinny' pants, 18 month but run huge- $3, Old Navy khaki capris, 2T- $3, Old Navy overalls, 2T (worn twice)- $5, two pair of jeggings, size 18 and 24 month- $3 each, Missoni for Target sweater- 18-24 month- $8, and black lace ruffle skirt- 2T- $5

 navy knit Polo shorts- size 4, $3, blue & red shorts are size 4 (adjustable waist) $4 for blue, $3 for red (the red have a hole near the bottom) khaki Polo shorts, size 4- $8, Buzz Lightyear bathing suit, size 5 (this was worn a LOT) $1

 Olympus E-450 DSLR- two lenses, battery, battery charger, external flash purchased 2 months ago, manual, cleaning cloth. I treated this thing like a baby for the past couple of years, but I'm ready to upgrade. This is what I've used to take the majority of the pics that end up on the blog. Everything is here to get you started EXCEPT for an xd card (which can be purchased on ebay) I'll sell the whole shebang for $350 OBO.

 Leftover Batman party supplies- 9 masks (there is one pack still unopened), 2 color/activity books, 4 mini notebooks, an unopened pack of napkins (found after the pic was taken), and tons of printables I used for the food and to attach to pennant banners. $10 for all

 New, never worn shoes.
That's right. I'm a shoe hoarder.
Far left are Leifsdottir and retail for $$$ They're size 39, which is equivalent to a 8.5 (which is why I can't wear them) Purchased on Zulily- $40
The middle pair were purchased at Anthropologie. Wooden wedge heel, size 9, $30. The far right are black sequin TOMS, size 9. I have never once pulled these out of the closet to wear, even though I SWORE they'd be an important addition to my wardrobe. $40

  Leftover Angry Birds party supplies- 1 table cover (never used), 3 sheets of tattoos (one sheet has one bird cut off), 9 printables on skewers that I used as decoration, tons of napkins, and 8 more larger printables that I taped to a pennant banner- as in the photo. **pennant banner is NFS, just showing how I used them** I also have several large green lanterns w/ pig faces.... Hoping to get a post together of O's party from Feb since it was during the hiatus. Angry Birds party loot (including lanterns not pictured) $18

And that's it for today.

I have tons more to clear out, but it'll have to wait. In the meantime, I hope you've been well....I've missed this whole blogging thing. Not having a computer for a while was really quite the pits. Here's hoping I can get the hang of how to use this one, cause I'm not gonna lie....it took me eleventy-billion hours to get this posted.

More soon... 

Matilda Jane's LAST Spring release and a FREE gift

hellooooooooo friends!

I'm blogging, so that means the computer's a-workin'.

Glory be.

Next Wednesday (May 15), I'll be hosting a virtual show for the last release of Matilda Jane Clothing's Spring line, Good Hart. I will also be celebrating the fact that I gave birth on that date 4 years ago to a little gal by the name of Eliza. In fact, 4 years ago on that date, we barely had time to make it to the hospital before that little gal was poppin' outta me, but that's neither here nor there.

I'll be offering free hair accessories again with each purchase made from my virtual show, and if you're unsure of what a virtual show is, it's just like an in-home show except that you're strictly looking at the items online. Shopping 'virtually', if you will. My trunk keeper will be showing the pieces at her home that morning, and I'll be glad to give you more deets on that if you're local.

Below are some sneak peeks of a few items that will be added to the collection on the 15th, as well as some pics of a few of the accessories I made to coordinate with this line. And can I just take a moment to say how fun it is for me to make custom pieces? I mean, if there ever comes a day when I can't teach music, can I just have a little corner with some fabric and a needle & thread? Because #Ilovestosew

I also love to hashtag.

 

And, just a reminder that MJC also sells adult clothing. Here are a few pieces for the over 14 crowd...

 

 

Feel free to shoot me an e-mail if you have questions, and....

happy Friday to ya!

Two years

Our computer decided to turn on today, so I'm taking the opportunity to write a quick post.

Today's an anniversary here.

It's absolutely gorgeous outside. Couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day.

The 5 of us took a walk this morning and watched the boat races on the river. We had a lovely lunch outside at Midtown. And now the girls are (finally) asleep for some much needed rest.

One year ago, yesterday, I stayed up all night typing the events of our day on 4.27.11. I hadn't been able to write it out before then, and knew I'd want to remember. Knew I'd want to be able to look back at some point. So glad I typed it all out.

Here's my account of that day:
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God be with them.

The words came out of my mouth as I stood there, eyes glued to the tv screen. It couldn't be real, and yet, there it was. All of our news stations were broadcasting live coverage of what was turning out to be the worst outbreak of storms in years, possibly even decades, in our state. While I was no stranger to storms, this was like nothing I had ever seen before, and the tone and urgency in the weatherman's voice told me that perhaps I shouldn't have been so thrilled when I'd learned that school had been cancelled for the day due to the "threat of bad weather". Hubs happened to be off too, so I thought we'd get to spend a fun day at home with the kids- maybe play outside and have a picnic. But this? Surely what I was seeing wasn't real, because on the screen was the biggest tornado I'd ever seen in my life. It rivaled the CGI twisters created for the movies, only this wasn't a movie.

It was real, and it was in Cullman, AL.

And it was on the ground.

I said another prayer for the people in Cullman and I clutched the baby girl on my hip a little tighter. Maybe there wouldn't be a picnic today. Maybe we should just stay inside in case it started to rain. Maybe the whole thing would blow over soon and I could run to Target for some groceries. We were always running low on milk and juice and an entire day off from work should give me ample time to run out and grab a few things.

***

Those were my thoughts exactly one year ago, on Wednesday, April 27, 2011. I have never been one to worry over the weather. Would my kid choke on a grape that was too big, or would one of them be running through the house with a pencil and fall on it, subsequently sending it through their eyeball and into their brain? Yes. These were the things I worried about constantly, not the weather. I love thunderstorms and even have fond memories of watching them from plastic chairs on the porch of my apartment building in college. I love the rain. I love the pure awesomeness of seeing lightning and hearing thunder, but what I'd just seen on the tv screen had nothing to do with a measly thunderstorm. My stomach actually went a little queasy, sending me to the bathroom several times, and in an attempt to think about something other than tornadoes, 
 I blogged. 

I wrote about fabric- something I deemed as completely harmless and therefore completely opposite of a tornado. I must've really been shaken though, because my usual double and triple spell-check tendencies were off and I misspelled tornadoes. Twice.

***

We spent the entire day watching James Spann as he tracked the storm. Towercams would show us a visual until it moved out of range, only to be picked up by another towercam. Massive and on the ground. It stayed its course. Looking back, I think of us as sitting ducks, but we didn't know. How could any of us have known?

We stayed home. The kids played games, read books, watched movies, and the hubs and I tried to busy ourselves with things around the house. I sorted laundry and filled the dishwasher, picked up toys and emptied the trash. I don't recall us ever making any plans to go somewhere safer- somewhere with a basement perhaps. We just stayed.

At a little after 5 pm, the massive tornado was in Tuscaloosa county. Though I'd never seen any signs of it from hubs before, I could see it now- fear. He lost a little of the color in his face, and I knew. I knew it was bad and I also knew that it was too late for us to try and load the kids in the car and drive somewhere. Where could we go? His parents' house had a basement, but it was on the other side of town. Could we make it?

We told the kids to gather some toys and books and I spread out blankets in our center hallway. I sat with them and read and sang songs, all the while praying that God would pull it up into the sky. Please, God- just make it disappear. I know you can. Please just take it away and calm my fears. I also prayed that my children wouldn't be able to sense my fear. My heart was beating so fast that it was causing actual pain in my chest. It felt like every muscle in my body was tensed. After sitting at home all day trying to busy myself with menial tasks, I now realized that what I had been trying desperately to dismiss as a figment of my imagination was actually real and moving towards us, on the ground. And it was a mile wide. Hubs watched the tv in our bedroom from the hallway, and around 5:10 pm, we heard James Spann say, 15th Street. We pulled the full mattress off of the bed in the nursery and the twin mattress off of Oliver's bed and leaned them against the walls of our hallway creating a tent over us. I pulled Mary Martin into my lap, held Eliza on my right and Oliver on my left, and I wouldn't let them move. I didn't want a single inch of their bodies to leave the protective covering of those mattresses, as if they were some sort of metal shield that would protect us no matter what. God, if this storm hits us, please let us be okay underneath. Please let these mattresses be a shield of protection around us should the house be blown away.

 We'd turned the volume down on the tv so the kids couldn't hear it, and while hubs continued to watch from the hallway, I held tight to our children and watched his face for any signs that we were in the clear. I didn't see any. What I did see was an incredibly pale face turn towards me and a mouth that uttered the words, "It's at Midtown, crossing McFarland".

Headed straight for us.

As soon as he spoke those words, we lost power.

He came and joined us underneath the mattresses, and we sat. We held our babies and prayed, and as I sat there completely hunched over as far as I could with both mattresses leaning over me, I actually thought of heaven. I really did. I thought, you know what, God? If this is our day- if you choose to take us now, it's okay. You've blessed me with far more than I deserve, and if we all leave this world today, at least we know where we're going.

I reached my hand behind me to feel the wall of our house as if somehow I might be able to gauge how close it was by the vibrations. I know- it's crazy, but I did it. I felt the wall. I remember thinking, it should be here by now. I couldn't hear anything hitting the house, and since I'd just been through this a week and half earlier, I remembered being scared silly when things started slamming against the windows and doors and roof.

But I heard nothing.

No limbs hitting the windows, nothing pounding the roof above our heads.

Nothing.

Just an eerie silence.

We sat hunched over in that hallway, not moving, for what seemed like an eternity. Why didn't we hear it? Had it passed? Was it completely gone? And if not, where did it go?

We had no power or cell service, so hubs did the only thing he knew to do- he ran outside. He could hear it, but he couldn't see it. Our neighborhood sits off of 15th St, so the only thing we could conclude was that it had turned.

And that's exactly what it did.

It's path was still pretty straight, but it was no longer headed down 15th Street.

After crossing McFarland Blvd and dancing briefly in the parking lot of University Mall, the tornado turned towards CVS, taking out Full Moon Barbecue, Chuck E. Cheese, Milo's, Big Lots, Tuesday Morning, a gym, and my beloved Hob Lob before heading straight for Alberta City where it took out our church. 



My MIL's office, which sat near the corner of 15th and McFarland, was also completely destroyed. Only a few interior walls remained.

Shortly after hubs came back inside, we heard a knock at the back door. It was Lanny, a good friend of our parents' who lived in the neighborhood next to ours, and he'd been sent over to check on us. Our phones still had no service, but my parents had gotten a call through to him, and he was able to call them from his house to tell them we were okay. Since it had taken 6 days to get power restored from the storm that had come through just 12 days earlier, we figured we should at least head to my parents house and come up with a plan for where we'd spend the night. We loaded the kids in the car and I remember thinking, maybe we can grab some fast food on the way there. I wasn't at all hungry since the knot in my stomach and the pain in my chest were still going strong, but I knew the kids would need to eat soon. We loaded everyone in the car for what we thought would be an 8-10 minute drive. I'd grabbed my camera on the way out the door, and as soon as we hit 15th St, I started taking pictures.

We were immediately sitting in traffic. It was as if everyone in town had either jumped in their cars or were walking on the sidewalks. No one had power, so no one knew exactly what to expect.

  T-Mobile store

 Dippin' Dots

 CVS on the corner of 15th and McFarland

Police Officers had the intersection blocked off, so we turned into the parking lot of the mall. People were parking here and heading out on foot to look at the damage. There were people everywhere, just like in a disaster movie.

It was surreal.

Since our quickest route was cut off, we continued through the parking lot where we realized that an entire wall of Belk was missing. My SIL had been at work there just a couple of hours earlier.

My photos stop here, because sitting in the parking lot of the mall, I started to lose feeling in my fingers. My legs also tingled, and while I've never experienced 'shock' before, I realize that it was taking up residence in my body. There would be no stops for fast food that day, not just because most businesses had closed, but because the places we frequented weren't there anymore. Sitting in that parking lot, looking through that intersection, I had to squint and look again, and again. 

After trying to reach my parent's house by two other routes, we realized that making it to their house might not be an option. They lived just over the bridge, but every single path to their house was cut off. We'd already been in the car for an hour and hadn't made it 4 miles from our house. We turned around and headed home, where we changed the girls diapers, grabbed a couple of movies for the dvd players, and filled the tank of hubs truck with gas he'd bought for the lawn mower.  We tried yet another route to Northport by heading to Five Points in Cottondale and getting on University Blvd. Again, we sat. I have never seen so much traffic in all my life. I was angry, thinking that most of the people on the road were only there to look and gawk at everything, and then we'd pass a car with a tree limb stuck in it. And I was grateful. Grateful that we didn't have a tree limb sticking out of our car.

We made it as far as the intersection of Crescent Ridge Road and University Blvd, and I actually wish we hadn't made it there. The kids had already finished Tangled and were now watching The Phantom Menace. I wished they'd been watching anything but Darth Maul on the screen, because at that particular intersection, there were stretchers. By this time, it was getting dark, but I could still see what was happening and I prayed our children in the back seat couldn't. Trees were down everywhere, so were the power lines, and there were still people everywhere. Most of the people we saw now were coming out  of Alberta City, which is where our church is. Hubs rolled down the window and asked a man walking by what it looked like in Alberta. His response was, "Man, you don't wanna know." He shook his head and looked down, and repeated, "You just don't wanna know. It's bad. Real bad." And then he continued walking. After sitting in traffic at that intersection for almost 30 minutes, we made it through and hubs actually drove over a few power lines and around a tree. We'd almost made it to the Moon Winx when we couldn't go any further. There were too many poles and trees and debris in the road, and the sun had set. There wasn't any power so it was now completely dark. Our last option was to take the toll bridge, which was the longest way possible to make it to his parents house, but it worked.

After being in the car for 3 hours and 45 minutes, we were at my in-laws house which is only about a 20-minute drive from where we live. The kids ate, but I was still too tense to eat anything. The entire time we'd been in the car, my hands had tingled and a few times I'd lost feeling in my fingers. My legs and back also ached, I guess from being hunched over in the hallway with those mattresses propped on my head. The 5 of us all slept in the same room that night in the clothes we'd been wearing all day, and to be honest, I wish we'd all slept in the same bed. I wanted to be able to touch all of my children and my husband, just to make sure they were really there. I don't think I closed my eyes once all night. I just laid there, thanking God over and over for protecting us. Thank you for keeping us safe, God. Thank you, thank you.

School was cancelled for the rest of the week.

On Friday, I went to my friend Jamie's house to sort through some clothes that had been donated for families in our church. Many of our church members lost everything, but miraculously, all of them survived. We watched a special NBC Dateline about the massive tornado that hit Tuscaloosa just two days earlier. It was still surreal. By this time, we were fully aware of the damage done to our city. If we hadn't passed it driving down the road, we'd seen it on the news. They called it the 'perfect storm', since conditions that day had been just right to form a tornado of that size and keep it on the ground.

Late that night, I woke up with the worst stomach cramps I'd ever had in my life. Labor pains didn't even come close to being as bad as whatever was going on inside me at the time. We were still staying in the guest room at my in-laws, so I crawled out of the room, woke my MIL, and asked if she'd take me to the hospital. I was that certain that something was really, really wrong.

And I was right.

After ruling out a kidney stone, the Dr. informed me that my appendix was almost 3 times the size that it should be and that it needed to come out immediately. I include this part in the post not to talk about the surgery, but to say this: while in that hospital room, I wept. I didn't weep from the pain or from anything having to do with the reason that I was actually in that hospital, but because I'd suppressed my fear, and shock, and every single feeling I'd had since the storm. I didn't want my kids to see me afraid and I didn't want them to see me sad. So I held it in. I don't even remember what it was that set me off, but I remember hearing someone say tornado, and that's when it happened. I cried. With every bit of energy I had left (after puking all night long) I cried. I cried for our church building that was gone, I cried for the families we knew that had lost everything, I cried for being so afraid and for trying so hard not to show it. I cried and I didn't even care who saw or heard me. I just cried. And you know what?

I felt better.

Don't get me wrong- that appendix still came out an hour later, but sometimes you just need to have a good, loud, nasty,ugly cry.

And I'm still convinced that pure fear mixed with a heap of shock will grow your appendix to 3 times its normal size. I am also convinced that if the fine Dr. that performed my surgery had truly cared about me, he would have given me a tummy tuck while he was down there, like I requested. What difference would a few more stitches have made anyway, hmmm?


***


Our children now play 'tornado'. Every child in our town, no matter where they were at the time, was affected by the storm. They saw it on the news, they passed piles of rubble in their car, and perhaps they even spent the day in a bicycle helmet in the bathtub, or under a pile of mattresses in the hallway. Whatever the case may have been, it had an effect on them. While our girls were too young to remember what happened, Oliver was not, and my prayer is that he'll never forget how God protected us.

We still have a long way to go, but God is holding our hands.

And He is good, all the time.

Even in the midst of the storm.

Praise God from whom ALL blessings flow.

He is risen!

Happy Easter, friends! I hope you have a blessed day celebrating this most wonderful event. Christ is risen, folks! He's alive! We serve a RISEN Saviour, and if you don't know Him, I'd love to introduce you. Everything I am, everything I have, everything I will ever be is all due to Him.

Without Him, I. am. nothing.

Amen?

Amen.

I've always been a fan of this comic strip, so when I saw this on facebook last night, I had to share:

And again, Amen to that!

My favorite Nichole Nordeman song is Why, which tells the story of a young girl and her father witnessing the crucifiction. This song gets to me every time I hear it because the words are just so incredibly powerful. And so incredibly true.

Have a listen. The scenes are from Passion of the Christ



Have a blessed Easter, friends!

Spamalot

So it's been a while.

Computer got sick.

Had to be wiped clean.

Thank goodness I'd just transferred everything to an external hard drive.

Do this now if you haven't. Seriously.

I'm popping in today for a quick reminder to you locals that Spamalot opens TONIGHT at the Bama Theatre and you don't. want. to. miss. it. Tickets can be purchased at the box office 30 minutes prior to showtime OR by visiting the ACT's website HERE.

We were able to do a scene and a musical number before a film that was playing in the Bama last Tuesday night, so I have a sneak peek photo for ya. (many thanks to Hilary for snapping this)

I hope you all have a lovely weekend. I'm looking forward to singing for a large audience tonight, and to spending Spring Break with my fam next week.

Ahhhhhhh, how I love days with nothing to do...

eight years

My sweet boy turned 8 years old yesterday.

To Oliver, on turning eight:

You love love love to read. You never go anywhere without a book, and your backpack is weighed down every morning with books to take to school.

I hope you never lose this love of books and reading. It makes my heart happy.

Legos are still a close second to books. Your happy place is in the floor of your room with a new lego set and instructions spread in front of you. You never have a set for long before ripping it from the box and putting it together, and you love to share with us what you're making.

You are anxious to get home from school everyday so that you can play with your friends who live across the street. We've never had neighbors with kids your age before, so the fact that there are now three living right in front of us is pretty awesome. I love the fact that these new friends have given you a new desire to play and run and explore outside.  You always have so much fun together and it's been a blessing.

You are a wonderful big brother, and you help us tremendously with your little sisters. This does not change the fact, however, that they still drive you insane. That's what 2 and 3 year-olds do. And really, who could blame you.

I wouldn't want folks breaking my legos either.

You excel at school and don't mind doing your homework- especially when it means that you get to play outside as soon as you're finished. You currently have spelling and vocabulary tests every Friday, and we study these words each night of the week and I quiz you Friday mornings on the way to school. You get extremely frustrated when you miss one. Extremely. You don't like to fail, in any capacity. You are your momma's child.

You love hot sauce.

Again, you are your momma's child.

You picked the Angry Birds theme for your party this year and loved every second of helping me plan it. I will never forget the look on your face when you saw the pig lanterns, and the clouds, and the TNT boxes, and your own angry birds artwork on display. You love party prep just as much as I do.

And my son, I love you more than words can say. I am blessed beyond measure to be your mom, and my prayer is that you will continue to grow and do mighty things while keeping Christ first in your life.

2.24.13

The Paperman, The Face, and Good Hart

This new Disney short has been making the rounds via twitter and FB lately- have you seen it? It's worth a watch and comes in at only 6 minutes.




The hubs and I had a basketball date last night and ran into this guy...

Roll Tide to that.


And last, but not least- the first release of the newest Matilda Jane collection (Good Hart) is now online. The clothing will be at my casa on Sunday, but you can check out all of the new loveliness via your computer screen HERE.