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A while back, there was a big stink about some fitness blogger lady who posted pictures of her super ripped body, her three kids, and the caption, "What's your excuse?" I don't really know what the deal was with all that because I mostly only read headlines. But I thought a bit about that headline. I don't have a super ripped body, I can think of a few excuses to explain why, but the thing is I don't actually feel like I need an excuse. I think it's great that this lady is super fit, that is her priority. I'm sure she does all kinds of great things with her family and job and makes time to work-out, but she doesn't do the same things that I do. I only workout in moderation because I need time to paint beautiful pictures, refinish furniture, read with my kids, read with my handsome husband, steam clean my floors, fix my TV, proofread essays, wash a hundred dishes, etc. They are not excuses, they are priorities. And thus, my "Theory of Constant ...

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Handsome Bryce gave me a Fitbit in my Easter basket. I have really loved it so far, but I only barely discovered that you can connect with friends who also have Fitbits. Before discovering this, the goals and prompts from the Fitbit were nice guidelines, but I felt no sense of urgency. They weren't MY goals, they were goals chosen by Fitbit. Once I added my friends EVERYTHING CHANGED. Now the Fitbit is always sending me little prompts about how I am doing and how my friends are doing, and here's the thing, all my friends are way less lazy than me! The competitive aspect makes it feel more like a sport. In general I am not competitive, but in sports I have a furious desire to win. It has really helped me to push myself a little more and get a lot more out of my Fitbit. Unfortunately my friends are all super kind and supportive! I can't be motivated to exercise by love and sweetness! I require taunts and threats and badly executed slang! Do YOU have a Fitbit? Do you want to b...

As I mentioned earlier, I have been working on revamping our bedroom as a surprise for Handsome Bryce. Also, as I said, it turned out not to be a total surprise because I am not very sneaky. (Bryce saw a picture of these curtains which I left on the desktop with the name "Secret Crazy Curtains.") Be prepared, they are pretty crazy. Here is the room before:  To me, the curtains we had were fine, just resoundingly ok. The peach and green paint, were not fine though. First I painted the peach parts white, and the green parts tan. Then I needed new curtains. I looked all over. I soon discovered that I hated every kind of curtains currently sold in stores. They were all too twee, too generic, too grandma-ish, too ugly, too cutesy, too too too mainstream! Yes. I am a curtain hipster. I realized that I didn't want curtains, I wanted art. The only way that would happen was to make them myself. So I bought a $5 flat sheet from KMart and did this:  Much dramatic! So style! Wow! Soo...

I had a plan to surprise Handsome Bryce for Valentine's Day. I wanted to redo our cool (but unfortunately peach/orange and green) bedroom. It turns out, that is kind of a time consuming project, especially with two little kids, so I bumped it to be an anniversary surprise instead. It also turns out that two little kids have totally reduced my ability to be sneaky, and I ended up leaving clues everywhere by accident. So Bryce got surprised by the plans and pieces, but not the finished product. You can still be surprised though! I'll post finished pictures as soon as I finish painting. Here is a sneak peek at my redecorating project: Blue Pug Sculpture I want our bedroom to be comfortable and pretty, but still look like a bedroom where a man lives. So I have been looking for decorations that are neither pointless hoarder-items, nor floofy frilly girl-stuff. I was pretty excited when I stumbled on these dog sculptures by White Faux Taxidermy , but they were a little out of my pric...

We have been pretty busy lately; so busy that I didn't plan at all for April Fool's Day. I couldn't let the day go by with no tricks though, (after all this time people have expectations my friends!) So here is an easy April Fool's joke that I am hoping will be pretty effective. Step 1: Call your husband or wife and tell them, "Grrr! Some jerk truck spat a rock at me and got a teeny tiny star chip in our windshield. Don't worry though, it's not bad." Step 2: Get a black dry erase marker and draw a line on your windshield. I actually did a black line and a green one, touching each other to add dimension to my fake crack. It looks pretty realistic, but in a pinch just black would be fine. Step 3: Do nothing. Your spouse will check for the star and freak out for a tiny minute and then realize how sneaky you are! I actually didn't even have to do Step 1 because Bryce was in the car when we got a star on the windshield, and today just happened to be th...

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