DIYP #29 It’s TIME to Get Crafty

I have a fun, easy project for you this weekend!
My hubby and I had a great time experimenting with a DIY clock.
There are so many great ideas out there. I love this Chalkboard clock:

New Uses for Clocks
As soon as I can find a globe at a thrift store, I want to make this for my son’s map-inspired room. It’s cut in half at the hemisphere lines!
1/2 Globe Clock - Southern Hemisphere
Of course, I could buy this one at Etsy.
My Mom has this unique clock from Uncommon Goods. It’s a reindeer made from kitchen items like a loaf pan and measuring spoons. I love it, but I’d love it even more if I could make it!
REINDEER WALL CLOCK
Of course, I started with something easier.
That involves power tools.
Can I get a grunt, please?
Items needed:
Dinner plate (from my white dishes)
China Drill bit (these are also called Mason bits)
Clock kit (I got mine at the WalMarts in the craft section for under $5)
Numbers are optional. I am using metal scrap booking numbers I had in my craft cabinet.
My Plate and Supplies:
First, drill a hole in the center of the plate. Start slow and steady. I used a drill bit that would make a big enough hole for the clock kit to fit through. (There are different size clock kits, but I just grabbed the first one, so I had to get a drill bit the same size).

Once you have a hole, follow the instructions on the clock kit.

It was actually very easy and after I put a battery in, I squealed with the tick-tocking. I’m easy to please.
Isn’t this the perfect kitchen clock?

Instead of attaching the metal numbers like I planned, it dawned on me that my clock plate could also double as a dry erase area. The markers wipe on and off easily!
And this just goes better with my life:

How Blogging has Given Me More Confidence

I’ve never thought of myself as having a lack of confidence.
Or low self esteem.
Until I started blogging.
And went through the awkward first months of sharing my thoughts and ideas and hoping I’d have a comment or some validation from perfect strangers {smile}.
It didn’t take me long to discover that I like this world where no one really sees me or dislikes what I’m wearing or judges me based on my appearance. There are no preconceived ideas because of the neighborhood I live in or the label on my clothes. 
I am comfortable in this parallel world because it is not based on appearance, house-size, position on the PTA or athletic ability.
And my comfort here has increased my confidence there.
Blogging has made me more confident in the real world.
It’s not about the way I look
Did you know that over 50% of women do not like the way they look? Demands of society have placed too much emphasis on our outward appearance. I’ve gotten to know women in this cyber world where vanity isn’t the ruler we measure by. I read words written by beautiful women whom I’ve never seen. When I bare my soul and read your touching comments, I feel beautiful (even if I’m lounging in sweatpants) and it has nothing to do with the way I look.
I have a voice
Blogging has given me a platform, a voice, a place to share my thoughts and feelings. I weigh in on issues I normally would leave alone. I research, read and educate myself more.  Sometimes in my real life, my screaming voice is like a whisper. It’s lost in the roar of the noise around me. But I know I have a place to share my struggles, my questions and my resolve. And I feel heard.
I am bold
In the real world, I am quiet. I am not shy, but I am not vocal either. But I can say whatever I want on my blog. Because it’s mine. If it’s too personal, too private, too much of me, than the reader can choose to stay or go. I can be outlandish and quirky.  I can find the extrovert inside of this introvert. This has effected my real life assertiveness. I find myself becoming more and more the bold woman you think I am.
I have a secret
Sometimes, especially in awkward situations when I’m uncomfortable, I find comfort in knowing that I have a secret corner of the internet. It’s like a home-away-from-home. I think it would surprise some of the people who think they know me. But I don’t tell everyone because I like saving it for people who really get to know me.
I am supposed to be doing this
Becoming a mother 9 years ago was the most amazing moment of my life. It left me fulfilled and isolated. I quit my job, transferred my energy to my home and tried to make the new little person happy. I got lost in motherhood and it took me awhile to sort out my identity. I longed for friendships and a community. Motherhood matured me, but nothing has completed me like writing.  I was created to write. I am confident that I am supposed to be doing this
I know who I am
Before I started blogging, I thought I knew me. And as a Christian woman, I know who I am in Christ. But I have learned that this journey has led to a greater discovery of me. Writing my thoughts about my children, my fears, my joy has solidified who I am. I’ve formulated opinions, dealt with deep struggles and stood my ground on issues of the heart. I know who I am.  And I’m learning to really like her.
I know who I want to be
More than ever before, I am confident in who I want to become. I have met amazing women and been inspired in the blogworld. I have learned so much and I have goals for myself and dreams that wouldn’t have been birthed without being in this community.
I am being stretched and challenged. I feel creative and alive at my keypad. I am a better me. 
Because of you.
Blogging has given me more confidence {even if no one leaves a comment on this post!}
How about you? Has blogging changed you? Enhanced you?
Food for the Soul:
Jeremiah 29:11 “I know the plans that I have for you, declares the LORD. They are plans for peace and not disaster, plans to give you a future filled with hope. 
Blogging is helping me see the real beauty. Visit The Inspired Room to read about more beautiful lives and Hooked on Houses to see what’s important to people.

The Coffee Club {Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You}

My kids love going to the farm.

They jump the hay bales with cousins. They hide in the barn. They make houses built of Alfalfa.
They name the cows. They search for hungry ticks under their waistbands.
Oh, could I tell you some tick stories! 
{But they certainly would NOT include a fat tick stuck to the nether regions of my then 3 year old son or of my joke-cracking hubby who threw himself on the bed and said, “Check me, I’m next!”}
But the highlight of their day occurs before the sun awakes most mornings. It’s coffee on the front porch with grandpa.
On our last visit, we snapped a picture of The Coffee Club.  
I know years from now my kids will look back on these porch moments.
They will remember their grandparents……………..
………………where their caffeine addiction began and……………
Their first tick.
{Okay, y’all. I want to punch Mr. Linky in the nose. He’s not working and the site is down, so leave your links and I’ll take my violent tendencies and keep trying.}

I May Need an Intervention

Samoas® or Caramel deLites®
My daughter is a Girl Scout. She’s in the program to earn badges, build character, and change the world.
I’m all about the cookies {that are only sold this time of year}. 
I start to panic when I think about RUNNING OUT.
I’ve ordered 15 boxes of these. Do you think that’s enough?
 

Oh, Baby!

*UPDATE* Congrats to The Musings of a Homeschooling Mom. You won! Look for an email from me. And the rest of you stay tuned, I’ve got some more awesome giveaways up my sleeve!
I love babies.
I love their sweet downy hair and smell of their milky breath.
I love their silky smooth skin and their tiny rosebud mouths.
I also love puppies.
But I’m not getting either.
Whew.
But there are a few baby girls on their way to my extended family and I can’t wait to sniff their necks. 
And then hand them back to their Mommas. 
I thought of these precious new babies when fellow blogger and Etsy shop-owner, Little Bella Bean contacted me about a giveaway.
Look what she sent: The softest, sweetest blankets ever!
Love Me Softly Minky Blankie in Chocolate Lolipop
Why it almost makes me want a ……. But I will resist. 
And we are all about sock monkeys at our house!
Love Me Snugglie Lil Lovey in Red Sock Monkey
This very talented Mom has so many fun, unique items in her store. Like this Little Bitty Apron made from Vintage Hankies (maybe I could send her some of our family heirloom hankies!)
Itty Bitty Vintage Hankie Apron
Go visit and come back and leave a comment if you’d like to spend $25 in her store! I will pick a winner Thursday.
Great, now, I’ve got babies on the brain.
I’m off to go smell some of that pink baby lotion. It always does the trick.
Shop Etsy!! Bookmark this great store, for all your baby needs! For more great tips, visit Works for Me Wednesday.

S.W.A.K.

 

My hubby and I have been married 14 years.
We have three children.
I think we have a great marriage. We communicate well. We fight fair.
But I want it to be even better.
And it starts with me.
Busy schedules, demanding children, job pressures and selfishness gives our marriage a beating. And we have to fight to keep it healthy, to keep it passionate.
I entered this New Year wanting to initiate more time for us. I want to capture moments to remind him that before all of this, there was just us. The two of us.
I was flipping through January’s Woman’s Day Magazine and a title caught my attention “Lock Lips with Your Husband.”
Reading the blurb, I learned that there is an actual chemical released when  you kiss called The Cuddle Chemical. It produces a euphoric feeling.  And an unplanned passionate kiss increases the chemical.
Now, let’s be honest. I kiss my hubby everyday. A peck here. A smooch there. But a knock-his-socks off K-I-S-S? Well, there’s dinner and a toddler pulling on my leg, a ringing phone, and endless homework. And not to mention the utter exhaustion I feel at the end of the day.
Well. You know. It’s hard
So, besides entering the marriage challenge at The Diaper Diaries, (go check it out, it’s not too late to join and it’s off to a great start)

I’m issuing my own personal Kiss Challenge for myself. For 30 days, starting Feb. 1st, I’m planning to passionately lock lips with my hubby.  To block out all distractions for a few minutes and lay one on him.
I think just this one simple act will speak volumes to my man.
{You can secretly join in too if you up to some serious smooches}
The days leading up to Valentine’s Day (Feb. 11-13), I will be having a little S.W.A.K. carnival. I want you to link up a post honoring your hubby anytime during those three days. It can be how you met, your first kiss, what you’re doing to celebrate Valentine’s Day, or about your own personal Kiss Challenge. 
For several days, I will be sharing some of my marriage secrets, my fau paxs and what I’ve learned.
Grab the button and share it with your readers.  
You might also want to stock up on some chap stick. I’m just sayin’.
P.S. I’m planning on giving away some helpful marriage books and items (you have to link up at carnival to be eligible) and would love to give away some Valentine’s inspired gifts during the carnival. If you have a store and have something that speaks volumes of love, email me and I’ll feature your store during the carnival. *UPDATE* I have 16 door prizes so far (including a gift certificate for $200!) So, keep them coming! 
Tell me what you think….can we join together {on Valentine’s Day} to honor our hubbies in some way?
You DO NOT have to join the Kiss Challenge to link up to the Valentine’s Day carnival!
Food for the Soul:
Song of Solomon 1:16 “[ Beloved ] How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant.”

 


 

Another Patent in the Making

I know I amazed y’all with my first Patented project.
The Vented Chicken: It was awesome.
Well. Apparently my genius is not limited.
Because our last trip with our toddler, sparked a new idea.
We have a couple of rules in the car. Number One: Keep the toddler buckled.  Number Two: Keep her happy. 
The first one is non-negotiable. The second is more elusive.  We all know the pain of a screaming child, so we try. We offer lollipops, toys, band-aids, DVD’s.  
Even though we have been working on weaning the pacifier, at one point, it became our last resort. 
But after dropping it into the abyss of our crowded mini-van countless times, I nearly lost my Salvation and broke an all-important bone, called My Spine, leaning over the seats searching for it.
We needed a miracle.
My hubby holds it in his hand (while driving carefully, of course):

We reached a new level of pathetic parenting with this, but it worked.
Rope tied to Pacifier: Patent Pending

In celebration of MckMama’s ‘Not Me’ Monday, I DID NOT do any of the above, it was only created for your reading pleasure. 
Ahem.

THAT Family Tree Society-Issue 25


Picture of the Week:


The Week in Review:

I almost bought this swinging Ikea chair for Christmas for my son. I’m glad I waited until after the holidays. Because it was half priced. Finding a fun place for him to read is priceless. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t fall out of the ceiling.

Introduction into the Society: Please help me welcome Just Another Day in Paradise as the newest member of The Society.


1.  What is the name of your blog?


Just Another Day in Paradise. . .It’s kind of a play on words.  God has totally blessed us beyond comprehension.  However, it’s my husband’s and my way of coping with the roller coaster we call life.  Read more about it here.

2. How long have you been blogging?

Hi.  My name is Rachel, and I am a blogging addict.  I have blogged since July about everything from which toilet to use (the far one!) to kid issues to stroke issues.  (I am a speech-language pathologist.) 

3. How would you define THAT family?

Well, when you have to check out the hospital situation on vacation because you KNOW you’ll need one, that’s a good indication.  If you go to the fall festival and are the ONLY family causing a disturbance and the only family where someone gets hurt (at Pin the Nose on the Pumpkin), that is a pretty good indication.  If your child screams all the way through Wal-Mart and attempts to throw herself out of the cart–simply because you won’t carry her. . .If you’ve ever had a child break their leg by wrapping themselves in a curtain. . .If you’ve ever had a child that was in the ER 3 times in 2 weeks. . .If you’ve ever had a child that cut his head and went back to sleep (allowing the blood to dry and seal his eye shut. . .)  If you’ve ever had to tell your overprotective
mother (at least she used to be) that your child ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY WAS NOT ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH MATCHES AT HER HOUSE!  I would go on, but DHS is probably on their way now.  I have a lot to do before they get here.

4. When did you discover you were a member of THAT family?

[sigh] I guess I have always been in THAT family.  My dad used to ask (loudly, VERY LOUDLY) in public questions like, “Do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave?”. . .and I was 17 at the time.  His idea of a good time was watching how many cars stopped or swerved to hit the dead snake he had placed in the road. . .My husband, on the other hand, married into THAT family.  I feel for him.  I really do, but between the yelling and the broken bones and the sicknesses, I really don’t have time to acclimate him to what being in this family fully entails. 

5.  Where can we find your blog?