Easy Canvas

So I've never done a review before. Because I'm not reviewing something that I wouldn't truly enjoy myself. But when I was contacted to do a review for Easy Canvas Prints, I was all "heck yea! I'm on that" because pictures? Good. Pictures on canvas? Good. Why would I not be all over that?!

Easy Canvas Prints was ridiculously easy to work with. In fact, the thing that took me the longest to do was decide on a picture to use. Good problem to have I'd say. Daggum super cute kid making me not be able to make a decision.

It took all of five minutes to get my picture uploaded and my preview to show up. It took about that long for them to ship my item. It seriously was here before I knew it. That's my kind of service since we all know I'm a want it right away kind of girl.

I couldn't be more pleased with my canvas. I chose a favorite picture from the little ones first birthday. The colors are perfect and the quality was amazing. In fact, I've already got my next picture picked out to order.



Thanks again Easy Canvas Prints for being so awesome to work with. If you want one of your own (and who doesn't?!) be sure to check out their site and look around! There's a link on my sidebar to help show you the way!

*While I was compensated with an 8 x 10 canvas to review, the opinions in this blog are all mine.*

(typed) wordless wednesday: bathtime conversation

*please ignore the fierce mosquito bite on her cheek and forehead*

random.

Man. My head is a mess these days.

I decided to start "planning" some blog posts to try and get a few knocked out once a week. Ha. Ask me how many times I've done that? So my planner currently looks like BG got a hold of it with all the crossed out words. Fun.

I thought I'd "plan" some posts because I seriously have a ton to say these days but it's just not getting out of my brain and onto this page. Something isn't connected right I suppose.

We went to Savannah this past weekend to visit with family and to attend a birthday party. BG and my best friend's little girl had such a blast playing together. I'm not going to lie; it hurt my heart to watch them have so much fun and know that that life we had planned of them growing up together, isn't going to go exactly as planned. I need to look at it like KP does; she gets giddy about the fact that they'll have friends that they can go spend a weekend with and give parents a break. I should think like that. I just hate when things don't go the way I planned.

I drove to Atlanta last night to attend a "tweet up". I finally got to meet up with my dear friend Sarah, who I have been texting, emailing and tweeting with for a couple of years. We drove into town and met up with quite a few Twitter pals. It was such a good time! I got to meet some of the ladies that I've been "talking" to for a while and they were just as awesome in person. I hardly got to talk to some of them though, so we'll definitely have to do it again.

I'm surprised I went. I have the tendency to get throw up nervous when in situations like that. I'm pretty awkward in real life (okay, I'm awkward on here too) and I'm pretty sure I say about a million dumb things. Hopefully I didn't scare anyone away!

Last week while Mr. P was out of town, we had a round of pretty bad storms. The day after the storm, I noticed our tub was no longer draining very well. So for two days, I dealt with it. Then Friday morning, I decided to take matters into my own hands and attack that bad boy with the plunger.. Bad, bad idea. Next thing I knew, my tub was filling up with black stuff. I called Mr. P and broke the bad news that I "broke our bathroom". It got worse. When I started the dishwasher, it filled back up and added food to the black mix. Freaking disgusting. Since we were out of town some of the weekend, it wasn't a huge deal. But I was one pissed off female when I couldn't shower on Sunday and then had to bathe in the kitchen sink on Monday. Fun times.

Speaking of Monday, I slept until 8: 22 am that day. Guess what time I have to be at work? 8. The language was awesome that morning between that, the sink bath and having no coffee.

Sometimes I wonder how my husband deals with me. I think I'm getting crazier in my old age.

I bought a box of poptarts and ate the entire box in two sittings. Who does that?!

Speaking of eating like a man, I should do a weight loss post. Who wants to guess how that's going?! Kidding, it's actually going well somehow.

My Grandma got some excellent news on Monday. Her tumor didn't shrink at all in the stomach, but it didn't spread!! So the plan is to have surgery on the 4th and remove the stomach if all is still well that day. I cannot thank y'all enough for all the tweets, emails, thoughts and prayers. Seriously, if I could hug every single one of y'all I would. Well, I'd give you a high five because I'm an awkward hugger. Still love me?!?

No for real. I can't thank y'all enough.

project 365: week 38

Sunday, September 18th:

This picture is blurry, but can you see that attitude?!

Monday, September 19th:

This face is making an appearance in our house far too often lately. Toddlerhood is rough y'all.

Tuesday, September 20th:

On Tuesday BG and I rode down to see Uncle Marine off before he headed back overseas. While in town, we took BG by to see where my Nanny was buried.

Wednesday, September 21st:

I walked away from the little one for two seconds to start her bath and when I came back, she had dumped everything and was shaking her water all over the place. So glad it was just me and her at the house all week so that I got to clean it up all by myself.

Thursday, September 22nd:

BG and I met Tiffanie and her little one at ChickFilA for dinner the other night. BG loved T and they had such a blast playing together. I won't tell you how many times I had to climb to the top of the play area to get a terrified toddler though.. Good times. :)

Friday, September 23rd:

Mr. P was in Orlando for a work conference all week and finally came home Friday afternoon. BG was beyond excited to see him. He managed to up that even more when he gifted her this Cinderella doll. Dolls are the way to this girls heart!

Saturday, September 24th:

We jetted on down the road to Savannah Friday night to spend some time with family and to attend a birthday party. As y'all know, my Grandma is currently battling cancer and is such a trooper. It more than made her day to see the sweet little one.

**Speaking of my Grandma, she has a very important appointment in the morning to figure out what happens next. Please pray for good news tomorrow. Thanks ladies :)

the blog land.

Oh Blog Land. It's a crazy, crazy place.

I have to be honest; sometimes? I seriously want to pull out. It can be ridiculous dramatic. The thing is, 99% of the time, any sentence can get taken the wrong way. Where a writer means sarcasm, a reader takes it as truth. Where a comment can just be a general "amen", it can be taken as an attack. It's crazy.

I kind of feel like Twitter makes it worse. I'm not on Twitter much. I jump in every now and then, but I can't keep up. Until two days ago, I had barely touched Twitter in over a week. Apparently you can miss a lot in a week.. Oops.

I'll be honest, I tend to speak my mind before thinking a lot. But I try not to blatantly hurt anyone. But then again, you can take words any way you want. That's the good and bad thing about words; any person can pretty much spin any sentence to make it say what they want it to say.

Blah.

I've been blogging for three years now. Overall, I've loved my experience. More than anything I LOVE having this blog to look back at. It's so fun to look back at what we were doing at different days and see how different life was not that long ago. I have LOVED the relationships I've built. So many of my real life friendships have been formed through blogging. I have met some AMAZING ladies. I love the community. How I can hop on and get advice and help in basically any situation. It's amazing.

I do not like how people take my words and run with them and make them things their not. Or start bad mouthing me to others that I don't even know without coming to me first. That's kind of dumb. For real. But to each their own.

I had such a bad taste in my mouth last night about all of this. Then I read the comments on a dear friend's most recent post and I remembered why I blog... I blog because people are inherently good. That we all get irritated on days and can say mean things, but at the end of the day, most of us are still good people. People who want to get on here and vent about our kids, or being single, or our jobs because we've met real FRIENDS on here to talk to. We encourage each other on weight loss journeys, through infertility and through loss of family and friends. When my Twitter feed is blowing up with "I'll be praying"s and "I'm so sorry" s, I truly believe those people are just that. Because they care.

People are going to take things the wrong way. Until they invent that dang sarcasm font or until we can all be in each others heads (trust, y'all do not want in here), words can be misconstrued. Try to remember that.

Thanks for reading y'all. Thanks for making blogging something I so love to do and for making this such a great experience.

wordless wednesday: park fun

summer days...

Last summer is kind of a blur. I spent it with a newborn and celebrated a bunch of "firsts" with basically a lump that would smile and coo. Yes, it was all fun because it was her "first" time doing everything, but it was pretty calm and quiet.

This summer? Couldn't have been more different.

This summer I had a toddler and holy wow the fun. I'm super stoked for fall and all the fun that it brings but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tad sad that all this summer fun is over...

There were hikes...


..lots of pool time (which the dogs have now taken over as their hideout. Guess we were done with it!)...


...nature walks...


..and ice cream dates.


We've learned how to blow bubbles...


...watched fireworks..


...hung out at the splash pad a bit..


..and did some swinging.


There's been days of sidewalk art..


...playhouse time..


..and dog washing days.


We've ate lots of ice cream, frozen yogurt and popsicles.


Simply; we've had a blast.

I'm a bit bummed that summer is over. Even more so after this little walk down memory lane. But guess what?

Up next is fall. Which means pumpkin patches, hay rides and trick or treating. It means football, carnivals and state fairs. It means another season of watching my sweet girl take in life.

Man, I can't wait for that.

project 365: weeks 36 & 37

WEEK 36
Sunday, September 4th:

Playing some Angry Birds with my girl.
Monday, September 5th:

My girl getting her big Marine uncle down on the floor for some play time. Sweet huh?
Tuesday, September 6th:


Wednesday, September 7th:

The change of season is kicking some little girl's tail at our house. Look at that runny nose and drool covered shirt. Poor baby! Also, can you tell her Daddy dressed her this day?

Thursday, September 8th:

No other point to this picture other than to show just how cute she is rocking her Fall layers. So excited for fall clothes!

Friday, September 9th:

BG stayed home with her Daddy this day so that he could take her to the doctor. She's had this cough that has been getting progressively worse so he took her in. Turns out she had a sinus infection that had moved into her chest as well as some fluid in her left ear. Nothing an antibiotic and steroid can't help. Apparently, Superman ice cream was also on the menu for the day which would explain the now tie dyed onesie...

Saturday, September 10th:

Can we just talk about the preciousness that is this face?! Sigh...

WEEK 37
Sunday, September 11th:

Nothing better than waking up to gifts from the loves of my life. Ignore the scary Mama please and thank you.

Monday, September 12th:

Messy.

Tuesday, September 13th:

Seriously who is this big girl?!

Wednesday, September 14th:
Fail.

Thursday, September 15th:

The bff came up so we could head to a bridal show for ideas. We had to take BG along and she was such a trooper. We had one small meltdown since she was way tired and so hungry, but a few cake samples cured that. By the end of the night, she was dancing with the deejay's and ready to party all night. Which is why this picture was taken at ten p.m. Fun.

Friday, September 16th:
Again, fail. Boo.

Saturday, September 17th:


A Saturday afternoon spent playing outside with my girl. It doesn't get any better.

the hike.

So Tuesday Mr. P took the day off so that he and I could have some "one on one time".

Get yo minds out of the gutter kids. We just needed a daggum date.

So we packed up the little and took her to her sitters for the day and we decided to hit the trail.

Well, after I made him stop by Target to check out the new Missoni collection. He was super stoked about that.

Eventually we made it out to the trail. I almost made him turn around when I realized I had zero cell phone service (not okay), but we kept going. Gulp.


He picked the trail. It was supposed to be "moderate". Ba. The very beginning was pretty downhill to which I remarked "you know this is going to be all uphill on the way back when we're exhausted right?!".

Ever the optimist she is.


I should say that I am about the jumpiest person in America. I can't help it. For some reason Mr. P let me lead down the trail (okay I was walking too fast, not enjoying the view and all so he made me go in front, whatevs) and I almost jumped off the mountain when I stumbled upon this wild animal...

Scary right? I almost killed myself trying to avoid him. What is wrong with me?!

Eventually I stepped over him (very carefully in case he go go gadgeted out of there and bit me) and we made it further up the trail. I kid you not when I worried we were lost because the trail was so overgrown. I actually had no sooner got the statement "I don't think anyone has been here in years", when we stumbled on an older couple (not out of breath at all) on their way down. They informed us that we were only fourteen minutes from the top and "such an awesome view!" so we kept on trucking.

So tired y'all. We were so tired.

Thirty minutes later (LIARS!), we were at the top. It was totally worth it.

We sat up there and ate lunch and tried to breathe relaxed. It was gorgeous.
I feel like I should've been thanking God just for letting us make it to the top, but instead I found myself thanking God for letting us make it to the top together.

In the craziness that is our lives, I am so glad that I can still spend a day with my husband, no, my best friend and it is just like old times.

We talked about our kid of course, but we also talked about so many other things. We are still best friends. And days like this remind me why we chose to do life together.

Such a great day.

Don't worry though. I drama queened it up on the way back down and broke the cheesy spell. ;)



We were almost back to the car when I heard it; that distinct "bzzz" that belongs to a stingy thing. You know what I mean.

Immediately I tensed up. I am terrified of bees. Terrified. I start to walk faster but the buzzing got louder. Then...

Yep. It got me. Yep. I cried like a little baby. No shame. I HATE them.

I made it to the truck still crying. Call me ridiculous, I don't care. It hurt and it pissed me off. Freaking yellow jacket. In true form, the hubs made fun of me (after he made sure I was okay) and we laughed about how our day had been. There is no way we could keep it simple and easy. That's just not us.

The best thing about spending the day with your best friend?

Ending it at the park with the other love of your life. My life is perfect. Seriously.