Encouragement....

I have a dry erase board on my refrigerator. Usually I write my grocery list on it, take a picture then use the picture at the store, like this:

 and like this:

 

I don't always use the board for practical reasons. I consider myself a world-class doodler, sometimes inspiration strikes and I use my dry-erase board to express my emotions. 

For example, here is a picture of our High School mascot with a baseball in his mouth literally "flipping the bird." 

 I made this drawing for Chris when the baseball team was playing a championship game:

 

And once during Fall I drew a picture of Edgar Allen Poe:

 There is a great website called Free Crappy Portraits that creates a unique portrait of you based on fun facts about yourself, and a picture you send in. I felt inspired by this great website and created a dry-erase masterpiece that would show Chris how awesome I thought he was........

A shirtless, rock-star Chris.....riding a unicorn.

He was extremely impressed.

Great Expectations

Stupid Pinterest has given me false expectations in my life. According to my Pinterest boards, I plan on being a master chef and baker as well as a world class dresser who can make hand crafted tables out of pallets found on the side of the road; and sew my own wardrobe and I always know the perfect gift (which I make myself of course). In all honesty, I probably could do most of the things I've pinned, but who really wants to take a Saturday making a wind chime from recycled wine bottles or wainscoting your entire living room?! According to my Pinterest board, I do.

If you've seen my boards, you might notice a theme: a lot food pins (37) and dessert pins (41); but my board for exercise ideas? A whopping 4 pins. Oh, and eating healthy? 3 pins Clearly my priorities are in order!  

Every once in awhile an idea will storm the internet like the beaches of Normandy, and every pinner out there will say: "YES! I can and WILL do this!!" As an example, I give you... The Sock Bun. If you don't know what the sock bun is, and would like the tutorial, click here. 

Basically, you cut off the tip of a sock:

 Roll it up, and slide the sock down a pony tail.

 Throw in a few more steps, and when it is all said and done, it should look like this random citizen's hair:

(the bun kind of reminds me of a sea urchin)

or like this perfection from Lauren Conrad:

L.C. you also give me false expectations in life. 

When Chris and I were in college, he would constantly steal my socks. I'm not sure how or when he would steal them, but I'd open the drawer and BAM, it was empty save for the one or two loner socks without a mate. At one point, I told my dad of this problem; he bought me a 6 six pack of hot pink socks. He literally said: "Now if Chris is out there on the baseball field with hot pink socks on, we'll know whose they really are." I think I wore those hot pink socks once, and yes, he does stretch them out with his man-feet. But guess what? Socks are still stolen from me. Unless they are a girly color, they all end up in Chris' sock drawer. I don't even care anymore. I just steal them back and wear them all stretchy. 

My point of that mini-story is tell you I had NO problem marching over to Chris' sock drawer, selecting a sock and snipping off the toe (it was probably my sock at one point anyway). Even though I felt glee from ruining a sock of his, it was short lived when I actually attempted the Pinterest Popular "Sock Bun.''

 It wasn't  funny or worth talking about, it just looked stupid.

I didn't even take a picture but I felt like these ladies who also experienced a "Sock Bun Fail" :

I feel ya ladies. 

When my sock bun trial resulted in complete failure, I didn't even care to try again.

I ripped the rolled up sock out of my hair, threw it across the room and went in search of a snack. 

A couple of weeks ago, I was watching t.v. while Chris was folding laundry. I heard him make a perplexed "huh" sound, but continued to ignore him as I was simultaneously pinning more "I'll never really do this" pins to my Pinterest boards. 

About a minute later Chris said to me: "Honey? What happened to this sock? How did the toe cut get off so perfectly?" It was then that I looked at him and saw this: 

He was genuinely confused. 

The poor sock, that was thrown when it failed me miserably, had made it's way into the laundry and now had a new purpose:

A toeless foot warmer.