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2.27.2014

the animal inside

A friend of mine was tossing this old wood bassinet that she had intended to fix up but lost interest in the project. Raise your hand if you have about 8 project rejects in your garage right now (mine is totally raised). In true curb trash stalker fashion I snagged it, sawed off the broken rocking legs and threw it in our playhouse where it lived for about 2 years serving mostly as a sandy catch all...


Every once in a while I get the urge to paint furniture and so it all ends up in my driveway where I alternate painting projects in between coats. The process starts as an innocent spur of the moment Saturday decision and usually turns into one couch and chained rottweiler short of a 2 week white trash lawn party.  I call it practical, others call it an HOA nightmare. Either way you slice it, crap gets done. And then little back burner projects like old bassinets get a face lift.

As much as I like to spray paint for a quick fix, the blue on this was just too saturated. I blew through two cans of spray paint before I realized I would need about 10 more cans to cover it all. I used my critter sprayer, a used air compressor I recently scored for $100 bucks and threw about three coats of a sunny yellow I had in my garage (from another forgotten project). Totally faster (and cheaper) why do I fight it?! Then I covered the inner board with some ikea fabric I bought a year or two ago for like 5 bucks aaaand...



Now Elyott has a place to keep *all her stuffed animals where I will hate them just slightly less :)
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*only about 1/5 of them pictured, waahhh

2.21.2014

Merry Christmas! love the Dikes

If you are a friend and wondering why you didn't make our Christmas card list this year please take back all the "she's not even that cool anyway" thoughts you may have had and know that you are in good company. Not the "Carolyn is lame" part (geez louise)...rather the part where you didn't get the $1 stylish cardstock of our quirky family image to hang on your fridge. In short: We didn't send any. Like, not even to my mom.

When I went on a blog hiatus a year (and a half) ago, I did it with gumption. With drive and purpose. I was determined to learn and grow some talents. My goal for the year was to "be deliberate". Basically to stop merely day dreaming about what inspired me and open the glorious vents of creation. I went to school to take some great creative courses, I thought of all the things I would finally do to my house now that I 'd be freed up from my computer. I wrote lists of adventurous things I would do with my kids. My husband got accepted to go to school in Portland, OR (a longtime dream home destination of mine). Stars were gonna allign and my mind was going to explode prisms of (mossy) awesomeness. I was going to come back a centaur with the sun glaring through my flowing hair as I came over the crest of the metaphorical blog mountain. "THE HILLS ARE ALIIIIVE WITH TEAM BOO BLOWING YOUR MIND" I would sing, power tool and paintbrush in hand.

What happened next was a slightly less romantic version...

(artwork by David Penela)

Not only can I NOT run as fast as a horse with the grace and power of an Amazonian warrior, but the last year an a half just so happened to be some of the most mentally challenging years of my life so far. (And I've experienced clinical depression...aaand an out-of-wedlock pregnancy. booyah). So fast and SO slow simultaneously. I'm not particularly a dramatic person, and I don't want you to feel like your stuck in a Nickelback song, but I have been...how do you say? Bitch slapped. ok, at least derailed. I realize life is so very rarely smooth sailing and when it is it is fleeting. It wasn't before I took a blog break. It sure as hell isn't now (maybe the worst month of all of them?). I've always been about making things full of life and sass regardless of circumstance. But now I see that you can't wait until everything is "just so" before you jump. Unless you are skydiving...or doing a magic show. If you are either skydiving or doing magic please make sure everything is "just so".

Seriously though, I have to be willing to fail before I can succeed, right? RIGHT?? 

I might be wearing a Mexican Lucha libre mask and an dowdy apron now, but I am learning more now about my capabilities than I ever would in a community college. And maybe that's just the extra 'sass' I needed to wrestle my trials and personal fears (get it? cause I'm wearing a wrestling mask?). The only difference now is I haven't documented life and what inspires me like I used to. Well, I'm here to change that...

"Get that corn outta my FACE!"

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9.17.2013

hello again, friend of a friend

I think this photo does a pretty good job of filling you in on the last year of my life. Seriously thick Miss Lippy-esque bangs, chipped fingernails, dead eyes...our pets HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!

I went back to school for a while but the only thing I can tell I do better now is type without looking at my fingers. And before you get all typing snob on me, please understand that my keyboard stage fright began in 3rd grade with the pressure of all my classmates already playing Oregon Trail when I was still only half way through my "asdf jkl;" exercises. Also I was one of the last years in high school that still strictly used physical BOOKS for research paper bibliography. It was a different time. A more innocent time. A time before 5th graders sexted their boyfriends.

But I made you a video! Cause everyone likes a good drug flick. Oh what's that? everyone doesn't like a good drug flick? Well then at least be satisfied hearing my voice outside your head. I can't tell if it's normal or if its just my (adorable) judgmental landlord voice. That won't make sense until you watch it..

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1.18.2013

GUYY-IEEES!


TeamBoo (the humans) have been really working hard and having fun-ish. And by 'fun-ish' I mean it has been like a slow laser hair removal having my house torn up during the holidays. Basically the soul-sucking worst. Instagram has been my surrogate connection to my blog friends (many of whom don't blog much anymore either) But I do miss this outlet. It is an inspiring platform that I truly hope to reengage.

Until I am back in the blog saddle (I don't pretend I am going to change all of my unhealthy natural instincts/make ANY official resolutions until February) you can see what we've been up to on instagram if you so desire. You can find us at, wait for it.....
"teamboo"
Just incase you want visuals on sonny's awesome hair or an occasional picture of me making a stupid face. It's not private so don't be weirdos and make me regret it (aka: please don't go there if you can't stand me :) I promise I don't take pictures of my healthy meals or my feet.

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9.19.2012

little heart desires.

Tonight my kids yearned.
...SO specifically.


Individual night-time prayers included the following:
Sheamus- "Dear Heavenly Father, We the people of the United States wish to be happy!"

Elyott- "Please please help our family to not get any bruises. And help us to teach Sonny good things 'such as': that to do a good 'butt bomb' you have to lean far forward (when you jump on the trampoline).


Sonny: yearned to feed the Hippos.
For about 2 hours.
He fed and fed those hungry little hippos.
His therapist would say that this was an awfully "autistic" thing to do. 
But how could any mother pry her boy away from those hipps? 
They are SO hungry after all. 


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