You can highlight one member of the family to be the star. Let’s be honest, the kids are the cute ones anyway.

I guess it’s a good problem to have, but it’s a problem none the less. My Grammy gave me a huge bag full of awesome, amazing, totally stunning vintage napkins to craft away with!

And they’ve been sitting in that bag for months

Geez mom, all the cool kids eat their hot dog like this. Leave me alone

This morning I pulled up here…

With this little goober…

And found this…

Anyone see what’s missing?

Let’s just say it was NOT our most productive trip to TCP. Though LJ handled it like a trooper! It was a very big boy moment for him.

*I’ll give you a hint, it has wheels and keeps the child CONTAINED!

Nina: That’s it, you MUST do all my real momma pictures from now on. They turned out perfect!

Ashley: I know, I should be a professional photographer. And you should totally be a model.

Nina: Yes, a 5’2″ plus size model, cause I’m a HIGHLY under-represented demographic.

“Dad, leave me alone!”
“DAD…..stop it!”
“DAD!”

My bed was bouncing me awake from my peaceful coma-like sleep…usually a sign that my dad was being a doof again and thought he was being funny.

But my Dad wasn’t there.

I sat straight up and shot out of bed. I could hear my parents screaming for me to get up. My mom was running toward my brother….her bedroom door swinging SMACKED her straight in the chest.

All I remember is standing in the doorway thinking “will this ever end?”

It was 4:31 am, January 17th, 1994.

The Northridge earthquake, a magnitude 6.7 just hit LA.

I remember standing out in the middle of the street with our neighbors watching the sunrise, making sure everyone was ok. For some unknown reason, the telephone in our garage was the only one working in the whole neighborhood.

I spent the next few nights sleeping in the doorway of my parents’ room. I should say resting, cause very little sleep happened. Every aftershock sent my heart into my throat.

And this was NOTHING compared to today.

I keep thinking of the kids who are there and how they must be feeling. I remeber how frightened I was…

My prayers are with you.

One word comes to mind when I think of my bedroom….

BORING

When we got married closing in on 6 years ago, I had NO idea what my style was, let alone what our style was going to be.

This is the bedding we have now, though this is soooo not my bedroom.

It’s ok. I like the colors. It’s just a bit blah. The bedskirt looks like it’s been mauled by a tiger and LJ thinks the big white pillows are his personal trampoline.

They look lovely.

Time for a bedroom facelift!!!

Now I just have to figure out what my/our style is. I’ve only had 6 years to stew on it, but apparently that’s not long enough.

I LOVE the idea of a patterned wall paper or something graphic. But for now we are in an apartment, so that will have to wait

I LOVE just about everything in this bedroom from Sarah’s House (she’s a genius!). I want to mix patterns and textures like these pillows, drapes, and headboard, but I’d like to add a bit more color!

Like THIS maybe! This blue is just beautiful…but I’d have to mix it just right with the greys, white, and black that I seem to be leaning towards.