Sunday, July 31, 2011

weekend wrap-up.

Happy Sunday! We had such a fun weekend, and I'm excited to share it with you. 

We came home, quickly ate leftovers, and Brandon took me to Painting with a Twist

If you've never been there (or somewhere similar), an instructor teaches you to paint a particular painting, and you do it all while drinking wine! (As if I need any excuse to drink wine...) My husband bought a table bottle of wine and we were ready to go. 

Let's just say that I am not the artist in this family, and I only pray that our children inherit Brandon's genes for that! 

We decided to hang up Brandon's painting, and here it is in our house near our little "bar" area. 
{As you can see above, my wine glass is a little crooked and I can't seem to ever get the background colors to mix well together.} 

We had so much fun and definitely encourage y'all going with your husband, friends, couples, etc. 

Saturday was "craft day" in the Whitacre household. We got up kind of early and were out the door by 9:15 a.m. for brunch at one of our favorite places: 

Another Broken Egg is so yummy and let's just say that the portions are not small. 

I got their fresh-squeezed orange juice and french toast...

...and Brandon's boy self got an omelette (which comes with an English muffin and breakfast potatoes), a banana pancake [that is bigger than his face] and a few cups of coffee. 

Isn't this a lot of food?! 

Afterward, I talked him into taking me to the nail place, which is convienently located right across the street from Another Broken Egg. He gave in, and I convinced him to get a "male" manicure and pedicure while I got mine. :) 

When we got home, it was time to be crafty! I ordered a monogram from Leen the Graphics Queen on Etsy after seeing Kelly do it for her daughter's room. Brandon worked in a sign shop in college (hallelujah!) so he put the vinyl monogram on in mere minutes with little help from me. 

Don't you love it!? I do!!!

Total cost of the project was only the $28 for the vinyl monogram, which was $25 + $3 shipping. (We already had the mirror hanging in our breakfast nook area, which I replaced with a $19.99 mirror from Home Goods.) 

Excuse the iPhone photo, but this is the mirror above our bed. 

I love, love, love it! I'd been searching for something to go above our bed for months, so this is wonderful. 
(If you'll remember, this is what our room looked like before with nothing above the bed. I hated it.)

We also worked on replicating this project I found on Pinterest a few weeks ago. 

I already had an old window frame from my grandparents' house, and really wanted to add color to our can-only-be-white apartment walls. 

So, Brandon screwed some screws to the back of the frame, then secured some plain multi-use wire (that typically comes in those little plastic nail kits you can buy at Target) around the screws and wa-la! I purchased some wooden clothespins at the grocery store, and then clipped some engagement photos to the wire and we hung it up. 

This is it far away:

And this is close up: 

Total cost of this project was $4.99 for the clothespins, as I already had the window frame, wire and photos (that were free from Shutterfly thanks to a coupon). 

Today we went to church and have been home all afternoon watching the beginnings of Shark Week. :) We admit it, we love it. 

Hope you've all had a great weekend!

Thursday, July 28, 2011


I'm going to be a little mushy-gushy today. I hope you don't mind.

See this guy right here? Yep, that one. The one posing like a GQ model (ha)?

That's my husband.

And I'm a very blessed girl.

We're going through something right now that most newlyweds (and plain ole married people) should never have to go through. But, nevertheless, we are.

And he has been my rock. And I'm not kidding when I say that.

Through all of this, he has maintained patience (with the situation and with me) and has been so loving, kind, gentle...and my source of humor when things just are craptastic.

This guy is working his butt off to support us (we're talking 7 a.m. - 7 p.m.). He's the most precious, funny man I know. He's patient. He's kind. And he honestly cares more about me than he does himself.

In fact, we had a little tiff Monday, and within five minutes he called me back to say, "Listen, I love you. I hate fighting with you." {Me on the other hand? Don't ever get on my bad side because I can hold a grudge until kingdom come.}

He truly, truly is my better half, and I am so blessed to have him in my life.

Brandon, I love you. I am so thankful for you.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Isn't it fabulous to have amazing friends?

"A friend is one who knows you, and loves you just the same."
-Elbert Hubbard

Let me put it bluntly:
These girls here? They know me. All my goods, bads, ins, outs and have helped me get through these past couple of days.

I'm not going to get into it here, but will say that these wonderful women have been my sounding boards, listening ears, comforters and have been exactly what I've needed most lately: friends. And want to know what's funny? Only two of us live in the same city.
{And to those of you wondering, it's not work, husband, friends or job! And I'm not pregnant! HA!}

Goes to show you that no matter where your friends are, friends are friends and only short phone call away.

So, not to be cheesy, but ladies, I'm going to thank each of you individually. In no particular order.

Since we were roomies during Baylor in Great Britain, you have made me laugh. I feel like you understand me more than I understand myself, and I can tell you anything and know that no judgement is being passed. You make me laugh, have always been there for me (even if it meant sitting in a closet when a guy and I were breaking up - HA!) and especially in the last few days have helped me take my mind off of the situation while still letting me talk it out.
I love you, sweet friend.

I know you're busy studying for the Bar Exam right now, but thank you for being a sweet friend nonetheless. You listen to me, let me know that I'm {somewhat} normal, and give me ties to our little hometown.
I love you, sweet friend.

Where do I even begin?! Our daily Gchat sessions are like therapy to me, and I'm so grateful to you (and CL) for giving me words of wisdom like, "CL said he'd crack some skulls for you :)" on a daily basis. I'm so glad we met at Baylor, and am so glad that we became even better friends after college. You make me laugh daily, and I thank you for that listening ear and those words of advice.
I love you, sweet friend.

Since before we were born, you've known me. You are my friend that we can go weeks without talking, but the moment we pick up the phone, it's like we hadn't missed a beat. You've known about this situation since its inception, and I thank you for just listening and reiterating that people are crazy. Thank you for the laughs.
I love you, sweet friend.

We've been friends forever...we're family. Thank you for being the person I can call and complain, bitch and whine to about a situation, and you get just a mad (if not madder!) than I do about it. Thank you for making me realize that people are, in fact, psycho, and that you (along with the other girls here) would be ready to kick someone if need be.
I love you, sweet friend/cousin.

Girls, your friendship means more to me than you know. I know I don't say it often enough, but thank you. I am so blessed to have each of you in my life and blessed beyond measure by your friendship.

I love you.


Monday, July 25, 2011


I have this problem. Actually, I have two problems:

1) I hate when people complain about their privileged lives


2) You can see it on my face when they do: eyes rolling, heavy sigh...the like.

[Let me preface this post by saying that I am not referring to any of you precious blog readers, family and/or friends. I have just seen too much TV and been around too many people that are privileged and complain. Hello, look what city I live in.]

Here's the thing {in my humble opinion}:

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please don't complain to me about it. I don't complain to you that I have to work, so please don't complain to me that you chose to stay home and get to wake up when you so choose, do errands/chores when you so choose and can take a nap when you so choose.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please don't rub it in my face that you are tired because you were busy sorting photographs, or reorganizing your living room, or because you went to bed at midnight and woke up "early" at 9 a.m. And don't complain to me that you're exhausted from shopping, or lunching, or doing anything that I physically cannot do because I am chained to a desk for 10 hours five days a week.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please don't invite me to a luncheon at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday. To quote Vicki from The Real Housewives of Orange County: "I'M WORKING!"

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please realize that I have one-hour lunchbreaks, and that I can't consume a glass of wine at lunch during the workweek. I also cannot chat with you over said glass of wine at an expensive restaurant for two hours. Sorry.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please understand that my hours are 8:30 a.m. - 5:30 p.m., and that I don't get home until around 6 p.m. Please don't call me at 2 p.m. just to "see what I'm up to." Also, I'm in bed at 10 p.m. every night of the week. And my phone goes on silent then.

If you have the privilege of staying home every day (with or without children) because you want to or chose to (not because you lost your job, can't find one, are ill, whatever):
Please understand that I'm 24. At our age, most people do work. I don't care that you haven't worked in 25 years. I'm young, newly married and that's just what most of us do right now.

I'm sorry if this came across rude. I have just had it up to my brain with people doing this to me or to others. Consider it a privilege that you're your own boss. Consider it a privilege that you don't have to wake up early every morning, do your hair and make-up and sit in traffic. Consider it a privilege that you can make your own schedule. And consider it a privilege you're not me right now... :)

Sunday, July 24, 2011


I have no "real" pictures from this weekend for you. I know, I know. And I'm sorry. I really am. It was just one of those lazy weekends and the last thing I wanted to do was grab my iPhone. So, you're getting weekend pictures via Pinterest. Almost as good, no?

Hubs beat me home (!!!) and we had an early supper {and a few margs} at our favorite hole-in-the-wall, Desperado's. I'm sure by now you've seen me write about this place...but y'all have got to go. Get their house margarita and Desperado's Tacos and your tummy will thank you. 

We slept in, and lazed around all morning. Brandon had to go into work for a bit, so I made our weekly meal calendar and went to the grocery store while he was gone. Thanks to coupons, I only spent $73 at the store for an entire week's worth of meals! (I usually spend around $100, so this was huge!) It's the small things. 

When he got back, we went looking for him some fishing shirts and then {totally his idea} we went to NorthPark to do some shopping! I got the most precious dress and pencil skirt at LOFT and he got some amazing things at J. Crew thanks to their summer sale. 

Since we were at NorthPark {and were starving}, we decided to eat a late lunch at Kona. You can never go wrong with their avocado egg rolls and sushi! 

All that shopping spurred a little clean out of hubs' closet, and then we watched movies on TV all afternoon. It was so nice just doing nothing that Brandon looked at me and said, "Don't you feel like we should be doing something?" I laughed and responded with, "Um, no."

Late that evening we decided we were hungry again (and I decided I wasn't in the mood to cook), so we grabbed some quick tacos at Rusty Taco

We got in bed and watched SNL reruns...Justin Timberlake is so hilarious...and went to sleep.

We went to Sunday School, then came home and grilled out for lunch: chicken, broccoli and brown rice. I love meals at home on Sundays!

Then, because I was exhausted from doing nothing {or perhaps just still tired from the week?} I took a huge two-hour nap. Brandon even joined me and he never takes naps. Ever. It was amazing -- I love naps -- and I wondered out loud why I hadn't taken one in forever. It was so awesome and reminded me of Sunday afternoons as a child:

Church, lunch, nap, church. Lovely. 

Hope y'all had a great weekend! I'm off to relax on the couch the rest of the day and make a yummy dinner tonight. 

PS: Continue to pray for the people of Oslo. 

{All photos via Pinterest}

Thursday, July 21, 2011

summer is funner?

I've gotten to the point in summer when I'm really ready for fall. I do this every year, but this year it just seems really, really hot in Texas.

Look at this:

As my East Texas friends would say, "It's hotter 'en Hades out there!" And it is.

As gross as it is, I'm a sweating machine. {Sorry.} I am dying from the moment I walk outside to the moment I walk inside, and I honestly wish I had that new air conditioned bed. (Too bad it doesn't look very cozy...)

Anyway, I've been seeing all over the news and on Twitter: "What ways are you staying cool this summer?"

So I thought, why not tell you what we're doing? {Even though it's probably no different than what you're doing! :)}

Our fans and A/C are on the second we walk in the house. I'm not kidding when I say that our A/C is on a nice, chilly 69 degrees when we sleep. I do NOT want to see this month's electricity bill!

I love dessert, but instead of cookies, cake, etc., we're currently all about sugar-free Fudgsicle's. Did y'all eat these when you were little? We used to eat these while walking around the pool when we were little. I love them, and it totally reminds me of being 10 again!

We are all about snow cones and frozen yogurt! (And Fudgesicles...) No wonder summer makes me fat!

We found the most ghetto but good snow cone shop in Dallas, and the other day, sweet hubby brought me home my favorite: wedding cake with cream. Sweet boy.

I mean, I already mentioned our current fro yo obsession, but please do me a favor and go to Pinkberry and order their salted caramel yogurt with Heath Bar. You will thank me later.

And I wouldn't be from the South if I didn't tell you that I am downing sweet tea like it's my job. Red Diamond and I are BFF's right now.

How are you staying cool this summer?

Post Script: By the way, my newest obsession? Pandora's "Summer Hits of the 90s." Oh yeah. A little Red Hot Chili Peppers, Will Smith {Men In Black, anyone?}, No Doubt, Sugar Ray, OMC {"How Bizarre"} and *NSYNC are making me smile today. :)]

{Photos via Pinterest, We Heart It and Google}

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

jury duty

Today I had jury duty.

After six hours and being told I would "likely serve" due to my row position, I was not chosen. Whew!

But I will tell you this: the case (what little I heard) broke my heart. It makes me so thankful for those people who do sit on juries and make such difficult decisions. And, as cheesy as it sounds, I'm so thankful I live in a country in which getting a fair trial is a right

Needless to say, I'm pretty tired. It's been a pretty exhausting two days, and I'm very thankful for a precious husband who is going to come home and cook us breakfast for dinner {chocolate chip pancakes, anyone!?}. I'm so ready for this weekend so we can do absolutely nothing. 

Happy Wednesday.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


I am not having a good day. People never, ever cease to amaze me. Please pray for me, friends. Pray that I emit the fruits of the spirit {as opposed to what I want to do today}: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Gentleness and most importantly: SELF CONTROL.

Monday, July 18, 2011

greener grass.

{Let me preface this post with saying that I do not agree with 99.9 percent of what Alexis Bellino and her husband Jim do, think or say. And, I disabled comments on this post because I know what a hot topic divorce is. This is my blog, my opinion.} 

Now that we've got that out of the way...

We talked about divorce yesterday in Sunday School.

As a child of divorce, I appreciated the lesson and really listened intently to what our teacher had to say to us newlyweds, who, frankly are still so obsessed with each other and the idea of divorce hasn't crossed our minds. And, frankly, when he began talking about it, it hit me like a whip:
"Wait, wait. We're supposed to be learning how to be married. Not why divorce is bad."

When Brandon and I first started dating, I was embarrassed to tell him that my parents were divorced, because his weren't. They've been married for 30+ years. I understand that my situation is totally not normal but I was embarrassed nonetheless. When we began seriously talking about marriage, we made a pact...a pact that I had also made to myself at a very young age:


Some of you say, "You say whaaaa? What about infidelity? What about abuse?"

To quote Caroline Manzo: "Let me tell yous a little somethin' about my" marriage: that ain't happenin'. Why, you ask? Because our marriage is rooted in the Lord first and foremost and divorce isn't an option because we love each other and love the Lord enough that divorce and cheating aren't an option...and therefore divorce is NOT.
When they quote Matthew 19:6 at weddings, it is true when it says: "So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let no man put asunder." What does that mean? No man {or woman} is to split up what the Lord has joined together. Pretty deep stuff, huh?

Am I saying that those who divorce are bad people? Absolutely not. My Dad divorced my mother. Sometimes it is a necessary thing after you've exhausted all options. Does it break my heart nonetheless? Absolutely. More than anything, it breaks my heart for the children, because they are the ones that deal with it -- the parents are done with it.

{God hates divorce. (Malachi 2:16)}

What kills me the most are those couples that say they "just fell out of love with one another," or those celebrities that you hear of that have "irreconcileable differences." It's just my personal opinion, but if you "fall out of love with someone," you really weren't in love with them in the first place. AND, marriage is such a precious, precious thing. It's not something like the garbage that you can just take out when you're done with it, when it smells bad and isn't fun to deal with.

I've only been married for nine months, but I can tell you that marriage is not easy. Problems happen. Problems that, when you're nine and walking down your staircase with a towel on your head as a makeshift veil, you don't think about: money, in-laws, work, money, buying a home, friends, money. You get the picture.

And so, getting back on track to the Bellino's here, all I could think about during the lesson yesterday was Alexis talking about marriage on The Real Housewives of Orange County:
"If the grass is greener on the other side, maybe you need to water your own grass." 
When I saw that on TV, I wanted to yell out: "Amen, sister! Preach it!"
How true is it, though?
Two statistics for you: 1/3 of people who get a divorce regret it five years later. The divorce rate for second marriages is 50-60 percent. Pretty sad, huh?
Please don't take this post as sounding preachy. Brandon and I have had, currently have and in the future will have problems, fights and disagreements. Every couple does. It's normal. But don't give up on your marriage. It's so precious and such a wonderful's a gift from the Lord: "He who finds a wife finds a good thing, and obtains favor from the Lord." -Proverbs 18:22
So, that said, do I judge you if you've gotten a divorce? Nope. Do I judge you if you're thinking about getting a divorce? Nope. Do I judge you if your parents/friends/sister/brother have gotten or are getting a divorce? Again, nope. Not my place.
But will I judge you if you don't water your own grass. Yes. Water away, people. It's worth it.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


This weekend, we did nothing.

{Hence the lack of photos.}

It was wonderful, and just what we both needed. Pretty sure the couch has a nice imprint of my butt in it...and do I care? Nope. And, I apologize ahead of time for the boring blog post that follows. :)

I came home and Real Simple was in my mailbox. Ahh, it was a sign that a good weekend was in store. I sat on the couch with it and a glass of wine and flipped through the pages. We ate shrimp tacos together and watched The Lincoln Lawyer. (Ah-mazing!) 

Brandon woke me up before 9 a.m. (I was ready to kill him!), so we enjoyed a cup of coffee on the couch together {no talking} so I could wake up. Then, I made my grocery list and cleaned my make-up in the kitchen, because it was annoying me so. I love the look of those clean compacts! 

That afternoon while Brandon played golf, I ran errands, which included a trip to Bed, Bath & Beyond for a wine suction pump-y thing. Can I please tell you that I love all the coupons they send in the mail? I got more than $12 off because of these coupons! 

{Side note: I rarely ever shop anymore without using a coupon! After the initial "money saving high," I wonder how I ever shopped without using them before.}

After my errands, I lounged on the couch and watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians and Khloe & Lamar reruns, and OnDemand Law & Order: Los Angeles.

When Brandon got home, we ate supper and went to bed early. 

We got up and went to Sunday School, then went to Pei Wei afterwards with our Sunday School class. {Yum!} Brandon is currently making his own butt imprint in the couch watching the Women's World Cup while I do laundry. Tonight, we're going to dinner at our Sunday School teachers' house for the new members (us). 

Also, if you're my Facebook friend or follow me on Twitter (@britt_whit), you've seen my posts about sweet James Camden Sikes and asking for your prayers. Little James went to be with the Lord yesterday at a young eight months old. Will you please continue to pray for his parents, Matthew and Kara? I can't imagine the heartbreak they're facing right now (and will continue to face in the months and years to come).  You can read more about their story here

Happy Sunday.

Friday, July 15, 2011


Friday, you're here!

We have made plans to not make plans. Those plans include lots of sleeping, eating and not cleaning. {Because I did it all last night.}

Happy Weekend!

{PS: Please continue to pray for the Sikes family. You can read more about them here.}

Photo via Google

Thursday, July 14, 2011

You might not know...

"A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets."
-Gloria Stuart

The majority of you that read this blog are best friends, so you probably know some of this. But last night, after reading Southern Vogue's biography post, I was inspired to tell you all a few things that you just might not know.

To quote {but not on purpose} Anchor Man:

I love lamps.

I would much rather sit in a room with seven lamps on than one overhead light. To that end, I love natural light. The blinds are open in our teeny house from the moment the sun rises to the last glimmers of twilight are in the sky. There's something romantic about lamp light, and the reason I sit on the living room floor (that room screams sunlight in the morning) in front of a huge door-back mirror to do my make-up in the morning.

Don't get me started on flourescent lighting.

I am obsessed with Audrey Hepburn and the 1950s.

I am convinced that I was born in the wrong decade. Circle skirts, gloves, hats, updos, cap sleeves, capri pants, manners...

We watch a lot of Mad Men in our house to channel us back to the 1950s-60s for just an hour each week.

I love food, but I am crazy about brunch. I don't like eggs, but I like omelets. I never eat breakfast, but I do eat brunch. I have a food-texture aversion.

To win my heart over, take me to Taverna on a Saturday morning around 11 a.m. Order me a shrimp and asparagus omelete with Hollandaise sauce and a few mimosas...and you're my friend for life.

[As for my food-texture aversion:

I love the flavor of coconut, hate the texture of actual coconut; I don't mind if mayonnaise is in a dish (read: Layered Overnight Salad), but please don't remind me it's there; the way water chestnuts sound when you chew them gives me goose bumps; I don't like any nut, especially pecans...but Goobers are my favorite candy; I don't like my chicken salad chunky, and don't even think about adding walnuts, raisins, apples or grapes (same goes for pimento cheese and tuna salad); sweet potatoes gross me out; I only eat yellow apples because the red ones are mealy; and I can't think when I'm eating a banana...mushy, ew.]

I am an organizational freak.

...but you knew that already.

Everything has to have a home, and it bothers me when it doesn't. Yes, I am the person who fixes the pillows on the couch before I go to bed at night. I enjoy vacuuming, loading the dishwasher and looking out at my clean house and feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

On the other hand? I hate folding socks, unloading the dishwasher, cleaning the bathrooms and seeing hair from my head on the floor. Shed much?

I get my cleaning and need for organization naturally: my Nana and cousin Rebecca are just as bad as me.

I'm a homebody. And I'm not afraid to admit it.

Maybe I went out too much in college. Maybe that's why I prefer to come home every day, put on comfy clothes and cuddle with my husband on the couch.

If I had the choice of going to the best restaurant in Dallas for happy hour or coming home and sipping wine in my Nike shorts and T-shirt (or as Brandon calls it, my "uni..." short for "uniform,") I'd pick the latter in a heartbeat.

There's something about home, and to quote Dorothy, "there's no place like" it.

Maybe that's why I take off an insane amount of days around Thanksgiving and Christmas...

I love music.

If you were to pick up my iPhone right now, you'd see a mix that would make you wonder, "So what is her taste?" You'd see the likes of Amy Grant, T.I., Zac Brown Band, George Strait, Watermark, Lady Gaga, Michael Buble, Broadway soundtracks, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

But see, here's the thing:

I like the words. And I like the instruments.

I remember vividly a time sitting in my parent's room with my Dad listenening to "Bring Him Home" from the Les Miserables soundtrack. {Please listen to the former link.} I remember that rich tenor voice filling their master bedroom, emitting the most wonderful sound from their speakers. I remember my Dad saying, "Close your eyes. Listen." And close my eyes and listen I did. It moved me in a way that music never had before. The words were lovely and that voice? Nothing compared. And it's one of my favorite songs now. When I was in high school choir and our teacher presented us with sheet music for, what else, "Bring Him Home," I smiled. I knew my Dad would really enjoy our spring concert.

But I also enjoy instruments. Call my crazy, but I love 80s music for this reason. Kenny G? The saxophone player from Bruce Springsteen's E Street Band? Louis Armstrong's cornet? Ray Charles' piano?

It just takes you somewhere else, and that's what music is for.

I like to think I can craft.

I'm really not that creative. Mostly I steal ideas from other websites and try to copy. I have relatives that are so creative, but I don't think I fully got that bug.

I wish I did so I could quit my job and be a crafty Martha Stewart all day, making that my career. But no, I'll just stick to what I know for now.

My favorite movie is The Sound of Music, but my second favorite is Breakfast at Tiffany's.

I can sing every single word to every single song of The Sound of Music, which I was introduced to by my great-grandmother, Memmie. Every time The Sound of Music comes on ABC Family, I record it and sing along like it's the first time I've seen the movie.

My dream is to go on The Sound of Music tour in Europe.

I love shopping for clothes, but hate shopping for shoes.

Weird, right?

And let me tell you something else: I am not afraid to buy from the clearance rack, and am not above shopping at Payless. In fact, I bought the most precious pair of flats with a little bow on them last night from Payless. For $6. Yup, $6.

I don't know if I'll ever be fully ready to have children, but we dream about baby names all the time.

I love family names. I want to name my children after family members whom we loved dearly; I think it's a great way to honor them.

Remember me talking about my Memmie? Her name was Lorraine, and I've already told my cousin Rebecca that I'm using it as a middle name if Brandon and I have a little girl. She said okay, as long as she could get our Nana's middle name. Deal done, hands shaken.

Brandon and I know we want children (two, if you're wondering) and just pray that the Lord blesses us with those precious little lives. We say things like, "You're so going to be the Dad that tells any boy our daughter dates that you have a gun and aren't afraid to use it," or "You're going to be a great Mom."

Does that mean we're ready now? No way, Jose.

But it's fun to dream.

Why am I not ready for sweet babies yet?

Because I love wine. Vino.

Don't know if I could give it up for nine months quite yet. :)


{All photos via Pinterest}

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

What I'm Loving Wednesday

It's Wednesday! (But how is it only Wednesday?)

Here's what I'm loving this week:

I am obsessed with these {cheap!} things, especially since it's summer and I feel like my make-up is just sweating off all day. I wash my face at night and then use one of these bad boys afterward. It will absolutely disgust you how much is left on your face just by washing! (I decided to not show you the results. You're welcome.) I'm not kidding when I say that my skin is looking clearer after just four days of use. Buy these now. It will change your life.

I've always loved CVS, because that's all we had in my tiny hometown. Not until I moved to Waco did I step foot in a Walgreen's! ("Just a small town guuuuhllll, living in a loneeeellyyy wuh-uld...") Moving on.

Anyway, I love it and use my CVS Extra Care card with pride.

{Side note: People, if a store offers you a free rewards card, please sign up for it. I save so much money with both my Tom Thumb and Extra Care cards!}

Yesterday on my lunch break, I went to their little coupon stand, swiped my card and was rewared with $3 off my purchase of $15 or more. Score! I bought my two things (that equaled $20) and went to the checkout. Thanks to my $3 off coupon and my Extra Care savings, I only paid $12! TWELVE DOLLARS. I did a happy dance right then and there because I am obsessed with saving money.

I saw this on Pinterest this morning and I think it's such a cute idea! You frame the keys of all the places you've both lived, which is such a sweet reminder of what got you to where you are now.

And I know I say it a lot, but I am just loving my sweet husband.
{And that's me with blond hair...yikes!}

He just does small things around the house for me that make such a huge difference. How many women can say their husband vacuums? I love it! (I don't think my father-in-law even knows where their vacuum is housed, so clearly this is a big deal!)

He works so hard for our little family and doesn't ever complain, no matter how tired, busy or stressed out he is. I thank the Lord every day for blessing me with a precious husband and his unconditional love.

Here's to making it through the rest of the week!
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