Oh The Things I Want

I just want so many things! I want new clothes. I've been fantasizing over new clothes. I think I need more than 1 pair of jeans. That just aint right. Dallas has ordered me to go shopping sometime this week but I just can't seem to find the time!

I also want so many things for the house. Pictures, an entry table, a nightstand, a couch! Well I did find a couch. We are going to get it tomorrow! It is a lovely plaid couch. It will look great under a slipcover ;)

I pretty much want everything on save-on-crafts.com. My mom showed me this site when we were planning for the wedding. It has so many neat things! Like this clock! I wants it.

I want new bedding and curtains and a headboard! I think I am on the verge of becoming crafty. I have lots crafty thoughts but never actually plan on actually doing any these projects. Until now! Well almost. I have decided to make a headboard!

I have been looking at lots and lots of tutorials and it doesn't seem too hard... It will be my summer project. It is going to be wonderful. I'd like to thank pinterest for all the inspirational DIY projects it keeps showing me. Maybe one day I will be as crafty as my mother!

Kids

Well Dallas and I had quite a memorable weekend. We babysat our two nephews and our niece for the weekend. Everything was going so well. We watched lots of movies and took them to McDonalds so they could play in the playground.

Then we woke up Baby Chase from his nap and he threw up all over my arm and all over the carpet. I panicked and handed Chase off to Dallas, who then threw up ALL over Dallas. His shirt was soaked. So Dallas went and cleaned up with Chase and I spent the next hour dabbing throw-up out of the carpet. When Chase came back down he came over to me and then threw up next to the spot I had just finished cleaning. Excellent. At this point, the older brother Garret is now starting to feel sick. We decide to just put all the kids to bed early and put a bucket next to Garret's bed just in case.

Dallas and I were exhausted by the time we got in bed. Is this how parents all feel when they get in bed every night? Then I hear a noise and Dallas goes to check on Garret. Garret has thrown-up all over his sheets, his blankets and all over the carpet. Right. Next. To that. Bucket... So close. By then I had used all the carpet cleaner earlier that day, so we spent the next hour or so dabbing out more throw-up with water. Dallas and I were just laughing the entire time about how ridiculous this day has been.

So the next day, Chase throws up all over the couch, by then Dallas and I are about to loose it. Then Ella starts to throw up, but luckily she makes it to the bathroom, bless you child. We decide to take them to their Grandma's house a little earlier than planned because we didn't really get much homework done. Then that night, Dallas starts to throw up! So he spent to whole day being sick yesterday. Poor guy.

And that was our lovely weekend taking care of three kids with the flu :) I now have a whole new appreciation for my parents and all the times I threw up in very inconvenient locations. Dallas and I have decided to wait even longer to have kids after all this. Absolutely nooooo rush there.

Mind Readers

I seem to have a difficult time coming to grips with the fact that Dallas is not a mind readers. I end up not communicating my feelings because I just assume he knows what I am thinking because in my mind, it is so obvious that I would be feeling a certain way after something was said or done. This usually leads to me becoming frustrated that he is not aware of my feelings, but in reality, how is he supposed to know what I am feeling when I have not once said anything about it? Most men do not have a sixth sense when it comes to emotions, and I tend to forget that.

Just the other week I was so upset that he kept playing his computer in bed when I was trying to go to sleep. In my mind I thought, “obviously the volume of his computer and his constant clicking is making it hard for me to sleep, so he must be aware of it.” I didn’t say anything for a week, because in my mind I thought, "I am going to be patient!" and then finally all my bottled up emotions just poured out and his perfect response was, “Oh I didn’t know it bugged you, I will just go in the other room! You should have told me.”

Well. That sounds easy enough. I just have to say what I am feeling. How bizarre! You think this was an obvious solution that I would have thought of at the beginning of the week, but no... Apparently my brain is much too complex to realize such a simple solution.

Thank you to my husband for dealing with my crazy self. He knows me better than I know myself most times.

On another note, we have decided to rename our kitty to Bandit. Because he is constantly getting in trouble.

Yes, he always has that cute/innocent look

A Lovely Night

Last night Dallas and I went on a little date night to celebrate a raise I got at work. I  was ravenously hungry and told Dallas, "I want a bunch of meat... and mashed potatoes." Well this is what I got. A giant turkey leg. Yum. I had to fight the urge to just grab the whole leg and bite into it.

They call it The Barbarian.

We went home and snuggled while watching a movie in our beautiful, full furnished living room.

Who uses couches anymore?

Hopefully we can find a couch soon... and some other key furnishings that are missing in this picture.

We finished the night with a very exciting session of homework. Which is not going all that well. I feel like my brain is coated in mud and I can't remember all this simple programming logic that I knew effortlessly two years ago! Programming is just like riding a bike right? Oh wait, I never learned how to ride a bike. I'm screwed!

My New Name

I need to get used to this whole new name thing. At first I thought that me loosing the name that I grew up with was going to be like loosing my identity. Kirsti Harris is dead. Then I grew to accept it and then it became fun! Ordering room service at the honeymoon and hearing, "Will that be all Mrs. Norton?" Oh that's me! That's fun! Now it's becoming strange again. I guess not strange, but just not normal for me. In my first day of class the other day we had to introduce ourselves. I dragged out my name so long that I'm sure everyone in the class though that there was something wrong with me. "Kiiiirstti.... Noorton..." My brain is not used to saying that yet! Maybe I just need to ask Dallas to only refer to me as Kirsti Norton so that I get the hang of it...

Oh and this is my husband, Mr. Norton :) Isn't he handsome?