November 30, 2010

Time goes by...

I can't believe that it has been almost a month since I last updated! Ridiculous!!! That just goes to show how crazy life has been lately. However, it always happens this time of year. School went from 0 to 90 almost overnight. Add my husband's schedule plus family plus holidays and it just becomes a big crazy mess!

Haven't done many crafty things lately. I'll post what I have done, though. However, it's outdated now since it is officially the Christmas season!
(Sidenote: my apartment is offically confused as to what season it is currently. We went out of town for Thanksgiving and started right back into school. My poor apartment.)

I picked up this frame at Goodwill for $1.99.

Then came this:
The best part: the renovation was FREE.
I had all of the supplies in my scrapbooking junk. :)

We have also declared Saturdays as "Cinnamon Saturdays" at the Womack residence! Fun times.
My first time to ever make Monkey Bread was a success, thanks to The Pioneer Woman. Love that lady!

(This is the best picture I have. We were so ready to eat this tasty treat that taking a picture outside of the pan slipped my mind!) BOY was this thing delicious!!! Next time, though, I will cut the recipe in half if it is just the two of us. It makes a LOT.

And that's about it for now. My schedule is ridiculously packed and crazy with school, my husband's concerts, a trunk show, our annual Christmas date and our 1 year anniversary, holiday stuff, Hanson with my bestie, etcetera!

Merry Christmas!:)

November 8, 2010


<3 Autumn trees.

It's the simply beautiful things
that get me through the mundane.

October 29, 2010


What's been going on this week? I'll put it in as simply as I can.

Sunday: Matt Chandler. Lots of homework. Then...
Seriously. The WORST PAIN OF MY LIFE. Started about 2:30. I was in complete agony until I had Aspirin, Tylonol, and Aleeve in me, along with topical pain reliever and temporary filling material with Aspirin mashed up in it.
SERIOUSLY. I thought my neighbors were going to come knock on my door. I was screaming that loudly from the pain.
I had an abscessed tooth.
And I honestly think that it is worse than what childbirth will be like. (A lady at the dental clinic said it is totally worse, btw.)
Without my mom coming to the rescue, I honestly do not think I would have survived.

Monday: Visit to a "free" dental clinic. $50 for an emergency appointment. Confirmed, I had an abscessed tooth. Prescription for non-penicilin antibiotics and Darvocet. $20 for the prescriptions. Sleep. Lots of homework. Class.

Tuesday: Class. I was a bit loopy from the pain meds. Homework..... and I don't remember anything else. Except for writing an awesome paper in one sitting.

Wednesday: Class. I had an essay due, a quiz, and a test. Lordy. Still on the pain meds. MORE homework.

Thursday: NO MORE PAIN MEDS! Right before class, the pain came back because I was OUT of my precription. UGH it was terrible. Not quiiiite as bad, but almost. Bad enough!
Class. Then the dreaded ROOT CANAL.
I know they aren't that bad, but I was TERRIFIED. I have had two before (my teeth are terrible, despite my efforts). But I get soooooooo nervous when I go to the dentist. And I have probably the BEST dentist in the universe!
They had to numb me FOUR different times before I couldn't feel most of the action. The last shot had to go directly in the nerve. Let's just say... I cried. It hurt SO BADLY.
But my dentist is amazing. His assistants are amazing.
And my family is amazing. Patrick stayed with me for almost the whole time, despite his own personal fear of going to the dentist. And when he had to leave, my mom came to pick me up. I have wonderful support.
Oh.... and I got more pain meds.

Friday: Class. Final essay due. My bi-weekly cleaning job. And homework. And pain meds.

It's been a week.
My husband has been SO great. He has woken me up during the awful hours of the night to make sure I get my pain medication.
Patrick, my mother, and my mother-in-law are all amazing and so giving. Between the three of them, I was able to arrive at all of my classes, appointments, etc. (I'm not allowed to drive with the Darvocet).
I am so blessed.

Now I just have to schedule the appointment for my crown. Booo.

October 23, 2010

Plethora of Pictures

Warning. This post is a plethora of pictures.

Yesterday was the first day of An Affair of the Heart - an awesome local arts and crafts show. I went with my mother-in-law and had a blast. We shopped for almost 8 HOURS. (And I escaped with only spending $23!!) The first picture is a gift from Patrick's parents. They got one for their eldest son and daughter-in-law after they were married. I got to pick out the letters, mat, and frame; it will go over our TV in the living room! I love it! :)

The following pictures I will explain now.
The first picture is of these cuuuuute hair accessories - total of $11 for one headband and two clips. I love them! And they will serve as inspiration for my own crafts.
The second picture has two things. First: the books - Little Men and Jo's Boys by Louisa May Alcott, the follow ups to Little Women. Copyright of 1943, and they have a sweet message in the fronts of both. $3 each. The buttons are ADORABLE in person and will serve as functioning parts of my crafts. :) $3 for 30 buttons.
The third and fourth pictures are by far my favorite purchases. At 25 cents a piece, they are all foreign postcards. The LATEST dated is 1915; the EARLIEST dated is from 1887! I am so in love! No idea what I will do with them yet, but have no fear - it will be awesome.
The fifth and sixth pictures are of a letter sent to someone in Philadelphia in 1903. The actual letter is tiny, making the 5 pages of writing even smaller. This was among the purchase of postcards for 25 cents. Total cost: $3.


The postcards:

The letter:

All in all, yesterday was a success.

Today, I attempted something new.
For my whole life, my mother has made this amazing banana nut cake with a maple glaze. When I was a child, whenever I thought she wouldn't notice, I would scrape off the maple glaze from the plate and eat it by itself. It was just SO TASTY.
My mother never taught me how to make it, but today, I attempted it.
Man, what a tasty treat!
(Sorry, the picture might cause some to salivate. Or so I have heard.)

***I forgot to talk about the amazing deals I got at Borders. Next time!

October 21, 2010

Delightful Decorations

Patrick's mother and I went to a few shops today. I wanted to buy these adorable little pumpkins (about the size of my fingernails) for the hurricane that we got for a steal at Pier 1. I knew that it needed something more, and I immediately knew that these were the ticket.

SO. We went to a few shops, and the first one was for the pumpkins. I picked out a scoop of the best pumpkins, which was $2.50 per scoop. We looked around the shop and went to the register to check out.  The lady was wrapping up a lot of items for the previous customer.
She looked at me and asked, "Honey, is that all you're wanting to get today?"
I replied that it was.
She replied, "Oh, go ahead and take it! I'll be a while."
I was shocked. I told her that we could absolutely wait until she was finished, no big deal.
She just said, "No, no, go ahead! I want you to come back! We have an open house coming up the first week of November and I would love it if you came!"
It was only $2.50 to start with, but the thing I wanted most I got for free! She was such a sweet lady. :)

Then my mother-in-law went to this new store that she had previously told me about. It is an antique store, but has a ton of really cute things: new, old, refurbished. As we walked in, I knew it was a terrible idea, because I was SO IN LOVE. Thankfully, I managed to escape with only spending $20! I got an amazingly cute lamp for $10, and two awesome glass candle holders for $5 each.
I used my remaining pumpkins to fill the candle holders, though they are really cute with actual candles in them, too. They don't have a specific home yet, but I will figure it out. :)

The candle holders with the adorable mini pumpkins.
(I am tired of using my camera phone, btw.)

The lamp and the hurricane. I need a shade for the lamp, but the pumpkins are perfect!

All in all, I say it was a success.

Seventy x Seven

70 x 7.
Seventy times seven.
This is how many times I am supposed to forgive someone.
I can never forgive someone too many times.
Because my Savior forgives me an infinate number of times.
For an infinate number of sins.
Thankfully, my best friend reminded me of this yesterday.
(Though my Bible says "seventy seven times" with a footnote as "Or seventy times seven", I like to think of it as 70x7... it's a much bigger number than 77. Matthew 18:21-22.)

But what does it mean to actually 100% FORGIVE someone??

forgive (verb)
     1. to grant pardon for or remission of (an offense, debt, etc.); absolve.
     2. to give up all claim on account of; remit (a debt, obligation, etc.).
     3. to grant pardon to (a person).
     4. to cease to feel resentment against: to forgive one's enemies.

forgiveness (noun)
     1. the act of forgiving; state of being forgiven
     2. disposition or willingness to forgive

I guess that my issue is my pride (imagine that!). I do not actually posess the willingness to forgive some people, though I think that I am more than willing or have already forgiven.  To cease to feel resentment against. Ick. Guess that means if I still resent someone or the things that they did, I haven't truely forgiven them.

I have so much to learn. So much to get over.
Thankfully, my Lord will guide me the whole way. Whether I want him to or not. ;)

October 20, 2010

Endless Expression

I used to write.
Creative writing.
And I was actually pretty good, believe it or not.

Reading through my old writings from my class in high school, I remember that it was a very, very dark period of my life.
It was my senior year. My second year attending that high school.
My mother moved us from south Orange County, California to the armpit of America (or so I thought) - Oklahoma. I hated her so much, even after a year of living there.
Before I ramble on and on about now pointless details, just know that I felt so very alone.
Absolutely alone, after a decade of searching and FINALLY finding where I truly fit in. I had a beautiful group of supportive and loving friends, without the craziness of high school drama. That was so important to me. Every teenager seeks acceptance. I had found it, and was almost immediately ripped away from it.

I absolutely hated Oklahoma and I hated my high school, as well. But my creative writing class pushed me. It kept me going to school each day. I literally woke up every single morning dreading the day ahead, but the desire to be in that class gave me a purpose for that day.

I know that it sounds so silly and trivial, but that class gave me the ability to express myself, and a place where I would not be judged for my thoughts and feelings. A place where I was encouraged, where I was told that I was actually good at something. A safe place. It was FREEDOM. The ability to be myself. The ability to breathe in a world where I felt suffocated.

God was looking out for me. I know that for a fact.
And it was through creative expression and acceptance in my immediate world.
I might not have survived without it.

I have started keeping a creative writing journal by my bed. There are only a few entries, but I know that it will grow over time.
And it will be a beautiful, candid view of my heart.

October 17, 2010

Life Lessons

If my life's lessons were a novel,
it would probably be Pride and Prejudice.

There are some things about myself that I really do like. One of them is the fact that I have this habit of giving people the benefit of the doubt. A LOT. For whatever reason - tardiness, attitude, difference of opinion... anything and everything. Especially if I don't know them very well. I just don't feel like people should jump to the worst conclusion immediately. And if they do, I try to provide reasons as to WHY. ("Maybe they said that going to a concert is the last thing they wanted to do and that they sometimes are tired of music because they have to deal with kids and music and noise all day long, and all they want is a little peace and quiet; not because they are tired of music itself." - real life example from a few days ago)
Maybe it's because that's what I hope someone would do for me? After all, I do say things that are misinterpreted quite often.

And then comes my pride.

"My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever."
- Mr. Darcy

Welcome to the story of my life.
Typically, I give people the benefit of the doubt for a really, really long time before I give the relationship the axe. You have to damage that good opinion yourself, but not in simple, petty ways. You have to hurt me and damage my view of your character over and over again.
Maybe that is why my conclusion of the relationship is so final - when that decision is finally made. In my brain, I have given a person SEVERAL chances to show their true character and when the offers have been exhausted, the relationship is over. I know who you truly are, and have decided that I don't like what I have seen.
I'm only human. I can only defend a person (to others or myself) so many times. And trust me, defending an unpopular person or opinion can be exhausting after a while.

Once that good opinion is lost, like Mr. Darcy's, it is lost forever. I know this is a bad thing, but it gets worse. I am a TERRIBLE liar. The people in my life can tell you that I am almost completely transparent. My transparency is a reason that my husband first started to like me - I was "real". I didn't try to fake things.

Therefore, I am not good at hiding the fact that I can't stand a person. When I am faced with someone that I no longer care for, the result is not at all pretty. In fact, it is hideously ugly. And I absolutely hate it. Not only do I get emotionally (and almost physically) sick around these few people, but my mouth runs off on its own. I have previously posted about not using my verbal filter. Pair this with disgust and you have a disaster. I have said so many things that I would take back in a heartbeat - but I can't. But then there is that small part of me that tries to justify the things that I have said (the content, not the setting) because they have been proven true.

My pride disgusts me. It is so wrong and so hurtful.
But the hardest part? Knowing that I have been given unlimited forgiveness and grace by my Jesus. And knowing that I am supposed to do the same (that whole living-like-Jesus thing).

Where do I draw the line between forgiving others and protecting myself? I suppose it isn't necessarily a line; more like a gray area. That darn middle ground! The older I become, the more I realize that life is like one big gray area. They don't tell you that when you're a child. It's all black and white, good and bad, right and wrong.

Grace and love.
That's what I have to remember.
No excuses.

October 13, 2010


You know that it's time for bed when you catch yourself making spit bubbles.....?

School is kicking my rear end til it's black and blue.
Okay, maybe just this one history test.

Hopefully I will have a life soon.
I had one this weekend. Here's a picture of it! ;)

3 of my 4 little siblings. In a locker. In a music building at a college.
Yep. <3

Off to bed! This test is going to eat my lunch tomorrow.

October 5, 2010

Pumpkin Patch

This past weekend, Patrick and I did our annual pumpkin patch trip! Since I don't have a lot of updates at the moment, I'll just show some pictures from the day (taken with my phone, of course).

I love traditions. :)

September 23, 2010

Halloween Handiwork

I was in the Halloween spirit today (pardon the pun).
I mean, come on. It's the first official day of fall!
So what did I do about it??
Made crafty things!

First, I took an old frame and spray painted it black. Then I sized some scrapbook paper to fit and added some fun words in Halloween stickers (had some, purchased some 50% off) randomly. Added the purple ribbon that I already owned to hang it with, and ta-dah!!
(I really need a camera. My phone doesn't do these justice!)

I purchased a few packs of pumpkin spice votive candles ($1 per pack of 8!), festive ribbon (50% off), and votive vases (99 cents each). I used some of the stickers that I bought for my frame to add some character.

Then, I bought the orange stem (50% off) and used my Spanish moss to finish my arrangement that I started a long time ago. So festive and cute! :)

That's not all, but definitely the cream of the crop.
Thank goodness for holiday inspiration!

September 16, 2010


I really enjoy Tuesdays and Thursdays. The only bad thing about them is that I know I have 8:00am classes the next day.
I am sitting here (actually laying stomach down on the floor, to be exact) eating homemade toasted whole wheat bread with homemade strawberry jam before I type something for school. And I did not make the bread (stepmom) OR the jam (old roomie). I'm not holding out fantastic recipes on anyone. I should start working.

However, I can't get my dream out of my head.

My entire life, I have wanted to be a stay at home mom. I knew this at a very young age. The first time I remember dwelling on my future was probably in 3rd grade when my mom, brother and I lived in our apartment in Laguna Niguel, CA. There was no doubt. I was going to be a mom one day, and that's all I really wanted to do. Sure, I had the random, "I want to be a rock star!" or "I want to be an actress!" phases every once in a while, but I always wanted to be a mom, too. It was the only consistant job desire. While growing up, I knew that I would have to have a career eventually, because I would have to go to college. I decided that I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher. But this was only because I knew I had to have a job.

Now, I don't know why, but I hardly ever remember my dreams. I don't really have a problem with that, either. However, I seem to remember my dream every time it has something to do with marriage and/or babies. Before I dated Patrick, I had several dreams saying that I knew I was supposed to marry him. I remember two very distinctly. One of them was a dream about us having a baby together after we were married. We were sitting in the den of his parent's house with his family and my family, and I had a beautiful chubby baby with red hair in my arms. The dream flashed forward to a few years later, where in the backyard, Patrick was playing with a little 2-3 year old girl. She had a full head of red, bouncy curls - just like her daddy.

These were all fine, because I knew I wasn't even close to that time period in my life. We started dating when I was 18, afterall. But now that we are married, that dream could so very easily become reality.
And it scares the crap out of me.

In my dream last night, I was alone and I guess I didn't know that I was pregnant, because out of nowhere I started going into minor labor and POP! out came a baby girl. Uhhh say what?! I didn't know? Seriously? The "labor" was so easy that it is obvious it was a dream, but still. The baby girl didn't have red hair that I remember, but she was stinking cute. I had to send picture messages to all of my friends and family to tell them that I just had a baby. Talk about strange. When I woke up, I actually remembered my dream for the most part.

I still want to be a housewife and mother more than any career out there. No doubt about it. However, I know that it can't happen right now, and I don't have any desire for it to (okay, maybe if I am being honest, there is a teeeeeeny desire, but I shouldn't). We are so poor that it's not even funny. Raising children costs a lot of money - I know this. I don't want to live in an apartment and raise our kids with nothing to eat, sending them to a babysitter because both of us have to work full time to make ends meet. That was the biggest part of my childhood that I remember (without the dad in the picture), and my children deserve better.

And I want so desperately to feel like I have accomplished something in my life before starting a family, aka getting my degree in Elementary Education. I know I don't want a job, but I want to be able to say to my children that I finished college. That I was smart enough and dedicated enough to go back for the 3rd time and pay for it on my own.

I have no idea why I am babbling on and on about this. Maybe I just need to get it out of my head.

My sweet and silly kitty will be enough of a baby for right now.

September 14, 2010


"Just because she has something to add to a discussion doesn't mean she should."
- Jessica Darling, Perfect Fifths

I should be reminded of this from time to time.

Sometimes (well, maybe a lot of the time), things just fly out of my mouth before I think about how someone that is not inside my brain might take it.
This is a problem.
I have unintentionally hurt so many people by my words. Most of the time, those wounded are the people that I cherish and respect the most.
Why do I do this?? I don't really know the answer. But I believe that, in part, I am subconsciously checking to see if people are actually listening to me. I am realizing more as time goes on that I have an issue about not being heard by those around me. It is so so so so stupid. And I don't mean to do it. However, I clearly have issues.

I know better. I know that I am supposed to hold my tongue. I guess I am figuring out, all over again, that this doesn't only apply when I am speaking out of anger or hate. Humor can also cause a lot of damage. The little things that I say matter, too.

Live and learn.

September 12, 2010


Tonight, I made the blackberry cobbler.
Patrick and I also hung up the makeshift mantle and sconce.

Blackberry Cobbler - Overall, it was very tasty. This was my first time to ever make a cobbler, and I have only made one homemade pie in my life. Weird, because I LOVE to bake. I guess my specialty is cookies. Anyway, there were a few things I will do differently on my next cobbler. First, there will be fewer berries. Second, the crust on top will be thinner. Third, I will not rush. I hurried through the crust because I wanted to be finished, and it turned out a little sloppy. To the perfectionist in me, well, that's just not okay.
The berries were HUGE and way juicy. I didn't know that my cobbler would be literally swimming in blackberry juice. In one of the pictures below, it shows a bowl of juice that I spooned out, yet it was still drowning. Crazy good berries, though!

Makeshift Mantle & Sconce - The "mantle" below is made of two shelves that Patrick had in his old room at his parent's house. Because he had so many heavy books on them, the wood is a little warped. But overall, it turned out well. The sconce, as we all know, is my favorite part! I still LOVE how it turned out. And fyi, the pictures in the picture (hmm... that sounds weird) are not staying. They are just there to fill up space for the moment.

(Again, these are from my camera phone. Sorry.)

The finished blackberry cobbler.

A drowning cobbler.

Complete satisfaction in my makeshift mantle and crafty floral arrangement.

Horray! I believe that today's adventures were a success.

P.S. - My cat is playing fetch as we speak. Patrick is throwing a crumbled up receipt, and then Chloe runs, plays with it, picks it up in her mouth, and brings it back to him. Absolutely hilarious! And who says that cats aren't as fun as dogs?!

September 11, 2010


Patrick and I went to the Farmer's Market this morning. We were able to score some pretty great corn, green beans, tomatoes, and a TON of huge juicy blackberries! I am making a blackberry cobbler tomorrow. And I am PUMPED.

Today was a crafty day with two of my favorite girls. It went really well! I have some very talented friends. They are a ton of fun, too. :)
However, I have had the block project in my brain for a few years and was determined to do it today. But Hobby Lobby didn't have what I needed! I felt like a 4 year old about to throw a fit, because I am so ready to do it.

ANYWAY. Here is what I did manage to accomplish:

The sconce is the one mentioned in my previous post; a wedding gift, purchased from Southern Living.
(Also, this is a picture from my phone. Obviously. No real camera anymore.)

I am ridiculously proud of this. Honestly, it turned out WAY better than I thought it would! I will be changing the foliage with the seasons, but I can keep this up until the day after Thanksgiving! That is, like, 2 1/2 months away!
I know, I know, it's leaning up against the wall. We are putting it above the fireplace, but we are putting up a makeshift mantle out of shelves first. I will post a picture when the whole look is finished.

Tomorrow, hopefully the blackberry cobbler.

September 9, 2010


An absolutely ridiculous idea has been hoovering in my brain for the past few weeks.

I want to make a quilt out of my old cheerleading and high school tshirts.
I want to make it myself.
I want to hand stitch the entire thing.
Am I crazy? Probably. But I don't really care.

The book that I am reading is ironic when I mention that silly idea.
Sarah's Quilt, by Nancy E. Turner

It is the sequel to my favorite book in the whole wide world:
These is my Words, by Nancy E. Turner
Not long ago, I asked some friends the question, "If you could read ONE book for the rest of your life (excluding the Bible), which would it be?"
Eventually, I had to answer the question myself.
This book was my answer.

It is a fictional diary based on the real life of Sarah Agnes Prine.
And it is fabulous.
My stepmother recommended this book to me a long time ago. The first time that I read it several years ago, it took a while for me to get into the story. However, I fell in love. I reread the book a few weeks ago, and it sealed the deal for me. This is my all-time favorite book.
If you enjoy historical fiction, I strongly encourage you to read it.

This post has been completely random. Very similar to my thought process today.
My apologies. :)

September 8, 2010


My grandparents are awesome.
Both of my grandmothers text me from their cell phones.
One of them is on facebook. The same grandmother that sent me a mix cd for my birthday (recieved a few months late through a few sets of hands, thanks to our craptastic postal service).

A MIX CD. How awesome is that?! But it gets better.
The cd is entitled "Wild and Crazy Music of the 50's".
What I love so much about it is, not only the content, but the fact that my grandma lived through that time period. The music wouldn't be considered crazy now, but I am sure it was then. She was around when that music came out. Today, Lady Gaga (yuck), Beyonce, Katy Perry, other various artists, can be put into that category of new "wild and crazy music", the same category as artists like Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Louis Armstrong, Bill Haley and His Comets back in their hay-day.

Our world today seems pretty crazy to me, but I can't imagine how it would look if I had been born before the late 80's. It's a weird thought. Every decade in the 1900's seems to have a theme. In my eyes, each decade has their "romantic" qualities about them. I say that I would have loved to live through each of those time periods. But the fact is that there has been so much change in the past 100 years, and I am sure that it was difficult for each generation to deal with the monumental changes that happened so quickly. Some were easier than others, but changes nonetheless.

It makes me wonder, what changes will happen from 2010 to 2020??
Thanks for making me dance and think, Grandma. :)

September 7, 2010


"I could easily forgive his pride,
if he had not mortified mine."
- Pride and Prejudice

This says so much.
I am so forgiving, until I feel like a fool.
Then it's down the drain.
Something I definitely need to work on.

September 4, 2010


"Random acts of kindness make the world go 'round."
- Michael Jonathan McIver

I love you, uncle Michael.
Happy birthday.
Miss you.

September 3, 2010


OH MY GOODNESS. The weather was PERFECT today.
All day long, this is what I was thinking...

Autumn is coming!!!!
And all I could see in my head were these...

Mmmmm..... apple cider!               My favorite pumpkin patch.

Beautiful trees!                                 A silly husband.

My husband and I have a few traditions.
Going to the pumpkin patch is one of them.
As you can see, he has a great sense of humor.

Tonight is a celebration of my best friend's birthday.
Tomorrow is a beautiful wedding for two beautiful people.
Tomorrow night is a trip to Dallas to visit mi familia.

Happy Labor Day weekend!

September 2, 2010


Happy 23rd birthday, my nub!!

My bestest friend's birthday is today.
(I know, we have a very odd name for each other. This has indeed been brought to my attention many times.)

The two of us last year.
Awaiting our loves.

I hope your birthday is fabulous, dearest friend!! You have blessed my life in so many ways. Here's to another beautiful year!

"I guess we'll never know exactly where this river's gonna flow..."

September 1, 2010


Suddenly I see.....

I feel like this is a statement that I could use every day.
Because I learn something new

Maybe that is the whole reason I started this blog, to have a place that I can tell of the things that I am learning. Without feeling like I am boring my friends and family with the silly things I should have learned by now.

Here's to a new adventure. :)