Facebook who?

I’ve dropped that $hit like a bad habit.

My new on-line time waster = Pinterest.

My name is Emillye and I am a Pinterest addict.

“Hi, Emillye.”

I’m not afraid to admit, nor am I ashamed.  At approximately 9PM every night, after Will’s nightly routine has concluded and he’s drifted off to sleep, I run for my iPad and leap for the couch and a snuggly blanket.  I excitedly log onto my Pinterest account and I browse, and I pin, and I browse, and I pin.  It’s a vicious cycle.

When my eyes can’t take anymore staring at the screen, and I hear Chelsea Handler and Chuy finish up their show, I give in and retire to my bedroom where each night I dream of house re-models, DIY projects, new recipes, and out-of-this world parties I will  want to throw.

If you aren’t a member of Pinterest and you need to use your all of your “free-time” for being productive, then don’t ever become a member of the site.  It will take over your life.

I will say that Pinterest has been both good and bad for my ma-wige.   (Since I first saw the movie Princess Bride it is impossible for me to say the word marriage with a straight face or correct pronunciation.) 

The Good – From about 9PM until 10 or 10:30 my husband no longer has to hear my 2 cents on what we watch on television.  I could care less.  He can watch every Swamp Logger, Worlds Deadliest, Hunting, Pawn Star episode that comes on.  Pinterest has me occupied planning our hypothetical DIY project for the upcoming weekend.  When he dozes off on the couch and I hear the snoring set in, I just grab the remote and turn it to channel 114 (E! Network) and half listen to whatever is on that particular night.  It’s all about compromise.

I will note: If you know my hubby, then you know that he a pretty sleepy guy.  Which means, I can usually snatch the remote away by 9:30, if not sooner.  

The Bad – I guess the only ‘bad’ part of my pinning addiction is that we don’t spend our down time discussing deep thoughts, business decisions, or life plans.  We never really did that in our nightly downtime anyway.  What we did talk about was, “I’m not watching this, let’s find something else.”

I guess another “bad” thing is the expense of Pinterest.  The site may be free, but the end result is definitely not.

I am happy to report that my pinning may make me unproductive at times, but it does lead to bouts of productivity for me.

Luckily, I’m not one of those people who pins, pins, pins but doesn’t do, do, do.  I follow thru on completing some of the projects or ideas I’ve pinned.  Of course, I haven’t gotten to all of them….probably not even a FRACTION of them; there’s only so many hours in the day, and I have a limited budget to work with.

I will dream of the day that I don’t have to report to a day job AND I have unlimited funds flowing into my account, waiting to be spent on Pinterest projects, products, parties  or ingredients.

I won’t lie and say that I don’t have 10 unfinished projects currently lying around.  I also won’t lie and say that I don’t have bags of supplies needed to finish said projects, still sitting in the bags I brought them home in… untouched.

I will tell you the truth and say that out of my 4,976 pins, I can count my completed projects on just one hand.

But, shoot…that’s not TOO bad, right?

I’m a busy girl.  With a heavy ‘pin load’ and big time dreams.

Here’s to all of the big dreamers out there.  Pin away my friends, pin away.

If you’re an avid pinner like myself, what project do you have in the works?

If you’re not a pinner, or haven’t even heard of Pinterest, well then, what the heck is wrong with you?

Pinner for Life,



Operation Fat A$$

A  little over three years ago I had the most wonderful thing happen in my life.

I had a son.

A beautiful, intelligent, active, talkative bundle of joy; I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

While preggers I think I gained some 50+ pounds!

Clearly, I have chosen to block out the exact numbers.

When my munchkin was born he was 7 lbs 12 oz.  So immediately I had a deduction of almost 8 lbs.

I breastfed for 11 months, which helped another chunk fall off even though I still ate like a 19-year-old male.

The last 15 lbs to get back to my pre-pregnant weight still hung on strong.  When I stopped BF’ing, almost immediately 5-or-so pounds crept back on.

So, here I am three plus years post delivery, and I am still lugging around an additional 20 pounds.


Let me just say that I or lose weight.


Until now I NEVER had to think about what I consumed – it simply didn’t matter.  I could eat anything and stay lean and trim.  My thoughts about food consciously, or subconsciously were non-existent.

I thought, “I’m hungry.”

I ate.  Whatever the hell I could get my hands on, it didn’t really matter as long as it filled me up.

I want to punch my old self in the face right now.  I remember being self-conscious back in the day about certain things regarding my body.  If only I knew then, what I know now.  

I have always been a pretty healthy eater.  I like to think I know right from wrong, and I grew up learning wholesome, healthy choices from processed, not-good-for-you ones.

This doesn’t mean that I always make the right choice, but I do like to believe I understand right from wrong.

Clearly, knowing doesn’t help…it’s the DOING that counts here.

I also understand that the biggest difference  between now and then is my activity level.  In my ‘thin days’  I was a lot more active in my day-to-day routine.  I waited tables and bar-tended thru high-school and college, which means I was CONSTANTLY on the move. If I had ever conducted an experiment and worn a pedometer on any given day on the job, I bet I walked at least 5 miles a shift.  Probably, more.

In high-school I  played sports, mostly year round.  In college, I went to the gym routinely and I had a very active social life.  I can assure you that I went ‘out’ 2-3 times every week.  Going ‘out’ for me meant going to the bar, having cocktails while dancing until the lights came on and they kicked us out.  I LOVE dancing, and it must seriously burn some major calories.  In a given night, I probably danced for 3 straight hours.

Fast forward to today – I sit at a desk for at least 9 hours a day.  I’m actively moving for a total of 1.5 hours in the morning trying to get out the door, and 2-3 hours in the evening chasing the munchkin, cooking dinner, and getting him ready for bed.  After he’s in bed, I’m on my bo0-honkus because I’m mentally and physically drained.

I think it must take a lot more effort to carry around 20 extra pounds.  I don’t ever remember being THIS tired after a double bar shift on game day, followed by an after party and an 8AM class the next morning.

Anyway, I’m not looking for sympathy votes, or trying to justify the extra load I’m carrying around.

In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d actually be able to publish something that was about my weight and the addition to that number.  Weight is usually a subject off-limits.  There’s good reason for this; it’s nobody’s business but mine.

However, this being the third year in a row that my #1 New Years Resolution is “lose 20 lbs,” it was time to take drastic measures.

It was time to start what I like to call, Operation Fat A$$.

I’ve had lot’s of yummy, “last meals” the past week.  But today it is time to put my big girl panties on, put my goal out there for all to read and finally, do something about it.  For real this time.

I’m starting weight watchers.  Since my knowledge about loosing weight completely sucks, and because I’ve heard weight watchers is easy, accountable, and safe, I’m going to give it a try  DO IT.  Really do it!

Don’t get me wrong.  This isn’t the first time I’ve signed up for Weight Watchers.  As a matter of fact, it might be the 3rd or 4th time.

But, I can assure you that this is the first time I am going to actually last more than 2 weeks on the plan.

I’m also going to increase my excercise habit…ok, I’m going to create an excercise habit.  Cardio AND some light weights.

My plan is to share my results with you each week on my weigh in day.  You can cheer me on and keep me going, and I can know that if I slack, then I’ll have to tell you that I’ve actually gained instead of lost for the week.

It is time my friends.  For me to get ahold of this issue, and get back into the thousands of dollars of clothes I have packed away or hanging untouched in my closet.

Do you know that I have 17 pairs of jeans, most of which are designer ($200 a pair) hanging in my closet right now.  Did you know that I can only comfortably wear 3 pair of them.

I have countless tops that are in the same category.  And don’t even get me started on bras.

So, there you have it.  Operation Fat Ass is kicking off today.

I look forward to being lighter on my feet and healthier in my skin.

Wish me luck.

Glass of Red Wine = 4 points


Wowzers! It’s 2012!

So, I haven’t been by this ole blog in a while, but with a new year freshly rolled in what better time to drop by and say, “hi!”
Obviously, I took a brief sabbatical from posting; and boy do I have so much i’d like to say about my time away…
However, for sanity’s sake (yours and mine) I think I am just going to start fresh with the new year and not worry about trying to play catch up.
I will say this – 2011 had its ups and downs and I am happy to look forward to 2012. I have a feeling it will be a wonderfull, yet eventful year.
Cheers to that!


A few nights ago, we went through our typical bedtime routine with Will.


Wrap like a burrito to dry off.

Lather with Lotion.

Put on PJ’s.

Brush hair.

Brush teeth.

Pick out 2 books; 3 if he’s really lucky.

Snuggle up in his bed.

Read the books.

Turn off the light.

Say our prayers.

Give a Kiss and  Hug goodnight…

One more kiss and one more hug.


Usually, after the “Night-Night” Will hollers out to Wes and I that he has to go potty.  So he gets up and makes an attempt.  Then he usually needs a sip of water, one more kiss and one more hug, a back-rub – “like Papa do’s” and requires tucking in ONE MORE TIME.

We’ve nicknamed him Captain Loophole, and he is truly an expert a the trade.

One time he even called me back in because he said he had a “fingernail.” 

Translation – He had a hangnail and apparently couldn’t sleep with it bothering him.

Any way, a few nights ago as we went thru the routine, we got to the part about saying our prayers.

We got all the way to the end…

“…Please god for no more wars, keep us healthy and strong. Amen.”

Well, Will was very enthusiastic about the “Amen” part this particular night and he shouted out with more enthusiasm than the time he found his hidden easter candy in the cabinet.

He gave us a big giant, “Awe-Man!” at the end of the prayer.

I never realized before, because he usually quietly utters the “Amen” part in a sleepy, extremely tired state.  But when he enthusiastically shouted out “Awe-Man” and pronounced every single syllable loudly and clearly, I realized that he has been ending every prayer session, not with Amen, but with “Awe-Man.”

So…we got that going for us, which is nice. 

I was too busy giggling to try to explain the correction.  I’ll save it for another night.


Let the Countdown Begin

We started with a flock of 13 chickens.

Today, we have a grand total of 12.

Apparently, last night an owl got hungry and raided our pin.

How do we know it was an owl, you ask?

Because I googled it.

I google everything!

Apparnetly, chicken predators have particular ways in which they make their kill. What we found this morning was every bit of a textbook owl attack.  And with all of the owl hooting we hear everynight, I don’t doubt it for a second.

RIP little white hen #6.

I won’t get into details on what we found, but if your curious you can google it as I did.

A little note for our chicken killer –

Dear Owl that feasted on our chicken,

Next time you get hungry, could you please aim for the big black rooster in the pin? He’s kind of a jerk and deserves to be eatten.

Thank you!


First Day of Camp and Dumb A$$e$

Today was our Munchkins first day of summer camp.

Come August, he will be starting pre-school, so we thought it made perfect sense to enroll him in summer camp at the pre-school so he could become familiar with the campus and the routine.

Today could have gone one of two ways.

First option, a horrible tearful disaster.

Second option, a horrible tearful disaster.

I kid.


First option, includes our munchkin crying and having major separation anxiety when I try to leave him at camp in the hands of strangers.

Second option includes me, the grown woman and Mama, crying and having separation anxiety as I try to leave him there, at camp in the hands of complete strangers.

Luckily, neither of the two options I visioned in my head is actually how the morning played out.  Surprisingly, it went pretty smoothly…very smoothly…eriely smoothly.

Dear lord, please let the rest of the week go the same way!

This morning, we woke up, got dressed and ready and headed out the door as we normally would.  Only this time, in tow, we had a packed lunch for our little camper, and his new cute-as-hells-bells pre-school embroidered back-pack that I ordered from Pottery Barn kids.

I actually let the munchkin pick out his backpack.  He had the option of 4 different “patches” to add to his backpack to personalize it a tad more than the standard, plain one.  He had the choice of a truck, a baseball, a football, and a dinosaur.  I just KNEW he’d choose the truck, so when he said, “I want a basketball!” I almost fell off my chair. 

Unfortunately, basketball wasn’t even an option, so I informed him he’d have to make another selection. 

So there we were, back to the drawing board.  I knew “truck!” was about to fly out of his mouth, when all of a sudden he excitedly screamed, “BASEBALL! I want the baseball.”

I probably asked him 10 times if he was SURE.  He assured me he was.  So I added the baseball patch to our cart, went thru the checkout process, and it was on its way to us in days.

When the package arrived, he was by my side ready to rip it open.  When I excitedly handed him his personalized backpack, he looked at me with the straightest, most serious face and asked, “Why didn’t you get me the football one?”

I can’t win. 

Anyways, we headed off to school with all of the necessary items tucked nicely inside his new backpack, equip with a BASEBALL patch.

On the way to school, I was talking up his camp and trying to prep him for being dropped off.

“You’re going to have so much fun at your school today!”

“You’re going to meet so many friends, and play on the playground!”

“I bet you will do cool art projects, and play with all of the toys with your new friends!”

Then my little church camper looked at me from his toy he had fumbling in his hands, and mumbled something…

I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly, so I asked him to repeat.

Then, I had a heart attack.

I’m not sure where he heard it, but he repeated the phrase I thought I had just heard… “dumb-asses.”  The phrase spewed out of his mouth like he was 21 years old talking to his BFF about the kids at the movies dressed in Starwars costumes.

I had to think fast, and try my hardest not to laugh.  It really wasn’t funny…well, maybe just a teensy weensy bit.

I explained, in a harsh tone, that “those words were adult words, and kids couldn’t say them.”

I told him that he would get in BIG trouble at school if he said that, and that is wasn’t nice and WASN’T ALLOWED.

He looked at me seriously, and said, “kids can’t say those words, ‘dumb asses’?  Only adults?”

“Correct,” I responded.  ONLY adults.

Seriously, I don’t even know where he heard this phrase.  I’m no angel, and I’ve been known to drop a few profanity’s every now and again, but “dumb ass” isn’t really in my rotation of bad words.  I’m more of a quick four letter word profanity dropper. 

I definitely do my best to not say these things around Will.  The only thing I can think of is television, or conversations he hears, but isn’t necessarily a part of.  Obviously, we really need to be much more careful, and monitor the television shows- even if it isn’t something he directly watches.

So now, to add additional anxiety to my morning, I get to worry that he could go to school and repeat this new phrase he’s picked up.

Awesome, just what I needed.  One more thing to stress about!

Drop-off went smooth.  I got there early, so I could hang with him for a bit in his classroom.  He comfortably played with toys and met his teacher.  When other kids started showing up, I informed him that I would be going to work soon and I’d be back to pick him up later.  I kissed him and hugged him, told him to be a good boy and prompted him to go play with the other kids.  After a couple of minutes, I motioned to the teacher that I was going to make my exit.  She told me that she thought he would be fine, as he didn’t seem to be phased.  She also told me that I could call to check in if I wanted…I think she could sense my anxiety.

So, there you have it.  I grabbed my keys, headed out of the classroom, and walked to my car.  I didn’t even cry.

I said a little prayer to myself that he wasn’t crying – I could just picture him looking around expecting to see me, and realizing that I wasn’t there.  Then he’s there by himself, in a place he doesn’t know, and with people he doesn’ t know and he’s crying. 

Luckily, this wasn’t the case!  Whew!!

As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, proud of myself for not loosing it, my mind suddenly went back to his naughty little phrase.

So I said another prayer, “dear lord, please don’t let him utter those words again.”

I waited until precisely 10:30 AM to call and check in. 

Yes, they probably have a star by my name in the office as an overbearing, worrier parent.

All was well. 

I counted down the minutes until it was time for me to go pick him up.  I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall observing his first day at camp.

Did he make friends?  Was he talkative?  Was he shy? Did he share?  Did he listen?  I wanted answers to all of these questions…and more!

When I arrived to pick him up, I sat at the door peeping thru the glass window.  He looked like he was having the best time!

Instant relief!

When some of the other Mom’s arrived and walked right into the room, I didn’t want them to think I was some crazy lady in the hallway stalking the kids from outside of the door, so I finally went in.

Will was SUPER excited to see me, and immediately started telling me all about his day.

“Mama, I walked in a line like this (and he put his arms behind his back)”  – I guess this is how they walk in lines

Then he told me all about how he played on the playground, decorated bubbles, did “projects,” played with toys, made friends, and watched a dog movie during nap.

We loaded up his gear, and his teacher gave me a glowing report.  She said he couldn’t have done any better on his first day.  She said he went with the flow, he listened, he helped, he ate his lunch, and was just wonderful.

I did a little victory dance in my head, and took a big sigh of relief.

She went on to tell me that, “He didn’t ever fall asleep during nap time, but he quietly stayed on his mat and watched a movie.” 

They had to have tranquilized my child for nap time.  There is no way he laid on a mat with other children around and new toys all around him.  I think she may be pulling my leg on this part!

With a glowing report, and an empty lunch box and BASEBALL backpack in hand, we exited the building and loaded up in the car.  Of course, I continued to ask him about his day.  He answered excitedly.

Then out of no where, he informed me that, “I didn’t say those adult words at school, Mama.”

This again?!…I was praying he forgot!

I thanked him, and sternly reminded him that those were adult words, and that he would be in big trouble if he repeated them.  Then I changed the subject.



Live Simply

Last week on vacation we took a trip over to Apalachicola, FL for window shopping and dinner.

Locals and old-timers don’t usually call Apalachicola, Apalachicola.  It is simply shortened to, Apalach…which is what I’ve grown up calling it.

Part of the outing turned out to be a nightmare, as it involved a lost wallet, and stolen money.  But, this is a happy post, so I won’t even get into that whole debacle.

Anyway, for those of you that don’t know of, or have never been to Apalach, let me paint you a picture – Think of the oldest, cutest little fishing town you’ve ever visited.  Vision exactly 2 blocks of little shops and random restaurants that fill the old buildings and lazily welcome in guests with the warmest, “hey ya’ll” you’ve ever heard.  Then envision 100 coats of paint in some areas, as they’ve attempted to cover the cracks that naturally come with the aging of the buildings.  Lastly, imagine hand written signs scotch-taped to the doors of some shops that read, “cash only,” as the technology and the desire for it is non-existent and cash is just the easy SIMPLE way to go.

Welcome my friends, you have just entered Apalach!

I LOVE Apalach.  It is like taking a step back into time, and you can just feel the history that surronds the small town.

A mere 20 minute ride from St. George Island,  Apalach guarantees a good time of shopping the little boutiques, feasting on the freshest of seafood, and some of the best people watching an inquisitive person could ask for.  If you happen to visit Apalach, be sure to have lunch at Tamaras for the fish tacos.  Enjoy a glass of wine and an appetizer at Verandas, and be sure to grab gelato at A’ La Mode!

While walking around Apalach, we entered a shop called Apalach Outfitters.  A cute little shop carrying slightly overpriced items; from clothing to fishing gear.  A hodge-podge of items, for sure!  Brands such as Patagonia, Rainbow, Costa Del Mar, Shimano (fishing gear) and Ella Moss lined the shelves and hanging racks.

It was in this store that we spent approximately 45 minutes trying on sunglasses, as everyone in my family needed to find the perfect pair.  When I got bored with the sunglass fashion show, I decided I’d glance around at all of the other items in the store.

As I looked over the racks, I came across this shirt by Patagonia: 

Actually on sale, here:

For whatever strange reason, this shirt struck a chord with me. 

I liked it. 

Actually, I LOVED it!  So simple, yet spoke volumes to me for some reason.  It really made me think.

Which lead to an idea for the blog.

A challenge of sorts.

You see, this shirt made me want to simplify my life.  It made me want to, LIVE SIMPLY.

This is a powerful f’ing tee-shirt.  It might very well have some sort of super-natural powers!  Never before have I ever looked at a shirt that I liked at first glance and thought anything but, “buy it!”

Because of this shirt, and the strong emotion I had when I thought deeper into the meaning of it, I am offering up a challenge – to myself, and to you. 

A challenge to Live Simply…or at least, more simpler.

Every month I am going to pick something; a task, a project, or a goal to achieve.  I will pick something that helps me and my family live a SIMPLER life.  Whether it be something that is positive on the environment, a smart financially simple change, or just an overall stress reduction, I will tackle one thing a month and add it to my family’s daily routine.

I challenge you to do the same.  Come up with your own, LIVE SIMPLY task and go with it.  One small change a month can’t kill you.  Just think, one small change a month for one year adds 12 simple tasks that can help make a difference for you and for the future.  Not too shabby, huh!

I will extend an apology to anyone who thought this post might have something to do with Paris Hilton & Nicole Richie and  their show, The Simple Life.  Definitely has NOTHING to do with them, however, I’ve probably seen every episode and if you’d like to discuss the ridiculousness of the show, I’m always game! 

Let me get back to it…

I have a few ideas of things that I can do in my life and with my whole family to Live Simply.

Just before the start of each month, I will announce what the item or concentration for that month will be.

For the month of August, it will be…

Create a RECYCLE CENTER in our home, and use it!

We don’t concentrate that much on recycling (honestly – not at all), but I know it is something very important for the environment and for the future.

So my Living Simpler project for the month of August is to recycle. 

I purchased stackable containers that have lids and flap tops at Costco not too long ago.

My soon-to-be Recycle Center

I am going to label them accordingly: Glass, Plastic, Paper; then I am going to find a good home for them in my pantry by the trash station.  I am praying they slide side-by-side just under the bottom shelf of the pantry, but some measuring is needed to be sure this is possible.  Once they are in place we are really going to make a conscious effort to use them.

We don’t have garbage or recycle service out in the booney’s where we live, but I’ve confirmed that the community “dump” that Wes hauls our trash to does in fact, have a recycle facility.   If I make it super easy and have it pre-separated, then this recycle thing should be pretty painless.  We Wes can just carry each bin out, toss it in his truck and dump them accordingly when he takes the trash.  Upon his return from dumping the trash and taking the recycle, we can hose out the bins and return them to their resting place in the pantry.

Simple. Easy. Earth-saving.

Just for giggles, I will share with you a few other ideas I have for my monthly LIVE SIMPLY tasks:

  • Start a Compost
  • Make a clothes line – so I can hang laundry to reduce the energy we use on drying clothes.
  • Start a herb garden – Basil, parsley, thyme, oregano, chives, mint, etc.  I’m DREAMING of this one and I can’t wait!
  • Make All-Natural Cleaning Products to use around the house.
  • Start Dave Ramsey Financial University

My list needs a little work, and I’ll definitely be adding to it.  But it is a start.

Look for pictures soon of my finished home recycle center!

What is on your, Live Simply list?  What will you do this month to, LIVE SIMPLY?  Be sure to let me know, as I would love to be inspired by your ideas.

Living Simply Simpler,


Vac-ay Week!

I live for a nice long vacation!  Last week, I had just that.

My brother came home from Indiana for the week, and we all (my family & guests) spent most of the time down on the Island.

The weekend started out a little gloomy, but by Monday the weather cleared up and we couldn’t have asked for more perfect beach days.

We tanned, relaxed, swam, boogie-boarded, napped, ate, played cards, played volleyball, fished, ate, napped, laughed, ate and napped.

Here are a few pictures from our beach time:

Goofy Mr. Will

Fishing for dinner!


The Beach Cottage! Still standing strong after all of these years.

My sweet baby boy!Uncle Bopple and Will.

Intense volleyball matches!

Will and I headed home from the beach on Thursday.  We had some errands to run and things to take care of.

Friday was filled with errands – Target, Chic-a-lay, Joanne Fabrics, Aunt Paula’s salon for Will’s haircut appointment, a stop by the office, meeting Wes, TJ Maxx, and lastly a 2 hour trip to Publix. 

Saturday morning, I headed to Jacksonville to attend the Britney Spears Femme Fatale concert.  It was amazing, and I actually ended up meeting Larry Rudolph (Britney’s manager, who has not only turned her career completely around, but also manages a ton of other celebrities).  I had the nicest conversation with him, and it goes on record that he is the only famous person I’ve ever spoken to.

Sunday morning, I headed home to my guys and prepared things for the week.

Will starts his pre-school summer camp on Monday, and I will be sure to post to let you know how all of that goes.  I’m a little nervous. 

What if he freaks out when I try to leave?!

I guess only time will tell.

For now, I need to finish up this post…The Entourage final season starts tonight…actually in 15 minutes.  It is the perfect ending to my week off.


Fun With Food

We will be taking a vacation soon and heading for one of my favorite places on earth…St. George Island.

My brother, AKA Uncle Bopple, is coming home from Indiana for a week to go to the beach with the fam.  This trip will be the first time in a really long time that my whole family is all together again. I couldn’t be more excited!

We really don’t know how Bopple, became Bopple.  When Will was younger, for whatever reason Thomas came out as Bopple.  So we had Uncle Bopple and Bopple the Train.  Since, he has learned to call Bopple the Train, Thomas the Train, but Uncle Bopple has stuck and it is probably all he’ll ever know. 

Let me get on with it…

I have a few blogs I read on a regular basis, and one of them is The Homemade Parade.  Randi, the author of The Homemade Parade is amazing at what she does.  She recently started a second blog, Flying High Fun for Kids where she features fun and educational activities for children.  Her ideas are inventive, fresh,  educational and just-plain-adorable!!  I highly suggest you check out both of her blogs when you can.

At the beginning of July, Randi wrote a post titled, Summer School By The Sea.  At the end of her post she mentioned an Octopus and Sea Shell Supper.  Curious, I had to follow the link to find out more.  I’m so glad I did!

Randi made shells and cheese macaroni, strategically cut a hotdog to resemble an octopus, and gently placed it on top of the “shells.”  It was the cutest beach-themed supper I’d ever seen.

Directions, here.   (Scroll towards the bottom for Octopus and Sea Shell Supper, however, but be sure to check out all of the recipes listed.)

Low and behold, last weekend I was debating on what to make Will for lunch.  Then it hit me!  I would start putting Will in the beach-y mood by making him “Octopus and Sea Shell Supper.”

I can’t tell you how thrilled he was, and how excited he got.

He even announced to me every time he took a bite of his octopus. 

“I’m eating one of his legs, Mama.”

Giggle, giggle.  “I just ate his head.”

“I’m going to eat 2 legs now!”

It was so cute to watch his face light up and get excited.  It was also fun because we snuck in a little sea creature/counting lesson and he didn’t even know it.

He now reminds at least twice a week that octopus have 8 “legs.” 

I’ve tried to tell him they are tentacles, but to an almost-three-year old, ‘legs’ are all he wants to hear.

Here is a picture of my little beach bum and his Octopus and Sea Shell Supper.

Here’s a shot of our Octo-dog and Shells.

Lastly, here’s a cute picture of my little man.

Catch you on the flip side,


Welcome to Wine On The Nightstand

Hello everyone, 

I hope that this message finds you well! 

I wanted to share with you something that I started a couple of months ago.  Truth be told, I’ve been a little hesitant about sharing it because I wasn’t sure if it would be a hobby I would have the time to maintain.  Luckily, it has been a fun ongoing project and I’ve been making the time to keep up with it.  

I will preface this with saying, “I am by no means a professional writer.”  🙂  I am sure my grammar isn’t 100%, and there are probably typos throughout.  I pretty much write like I talk, and try not to look back.  I’m not taking this new hobby too seriously, and neither should you.  So, I will apologize in advance for any errors that are present…and I’m sure there are errors present!   

I am by no means The Pioneer woman (  My photography skills are not professional, nor am I as entertaining a writer, as she.  But by becoming a frequent reader of her blog, she inspired me to start my own.  So that is just what I did.

 I love the fact that I now have a fun and easy way to share with our family and friends (near and far), stories, memories and pictures of what’s going on in our lives.

 I will do my best to update the blog as frequently as I can and I hope that you enjoy “catching up” with us, as much as I am enjoying creating the posts.

 Without further procrastination, here is the link to my blog:

 Drop by when you can, and feel free to leave comments!  This is basically becoming our memory book, and I would love to include your comments and thoughts with those memories. 

Have a wonderful day!


 *If you’d like to read my posts from the beginning, I would suggest starting from the oldest post and working your way to the current.  You can definitely read them in any way you please, but things will probably make a little more sense reading from the oldest post and making your way to today’s.