It's the other way around

 

Some of these photos are from my upcoming Soul Flower blog post coming out next Friday.

The husband was at work and not due to come home til' dark to do my photos so I distracted my kids with some food and YouTube videos, put the camera on a side table and a stack of books (too lazy to look for the tripod) and tried my darnedest to look natural.

See? I'm naturally blurry. Like Bigfoot.

As you can probably guess, the post features these organic cotton original art leggings (not an affiliate link, just sharing) but I couldn't get a decent full body shot standing on the bed without a gun pointed right at my head.

No really, there's a hunting rifle mounted high on the wall near the ceiling and it looked like I was being held hostage by a ghost in every photo. It's been edited out of the photo... poorly... but it's gone.

And thanks to Val for informing me that this backwards peace sign isn't acceptable in the UK.

 It's a good thing I didn't submit this particular photo...

I'm like, "Peace, love and up yours, bro!"

So what have you kookies been up to lately?

Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Ugggghhh.... sorry again for the lack of updates about my life. I know how important I am to all of you and I know you just can't live without me! I'm sorry to rob you of my awesome sauce.

I wasn't feeling tip-top in these photos and it shows. I was tired and craaaanky.

Anywho - yesterday, I managed to drag myself out of bed after partying all night with my family at a triple birthday party and put on the same clothes I wore the night before. Meh. I do it all the time. Nothin' a little perfume can't fix.

Featuring this crocheted flower brooch made by sweetheart Lou of Loulou Downtown and this blue bling spider necklace. I bought the pendant long ago and never got a chain for it. Then I remembered, "oh yeah, I used to make jewelry. I have chain".

 Let's rock and roll.

Here are some pics from the party.

The party was to celebrate the my mom, her husband and his daughter's mother all turning 60 in the same year.

Here's a blurry photo of me, my mom and Cedar dancing.

The birthday bunch:

 I'm sure you can guess which one is my mom if you haven't already seen photos of her before.

Ok, bye!

Blog stalking time.

like I escaped the loony bin.

We all went to the park Sunday and I handed my husband my camera so I could fix my necklace and he took a few pics. No biggie. OK, so when I check the camera I see this crap. How did my husband not notice I seriously missed some buttons on my sweater and was walking around looking like a mental patient! On top of that, I wasn't wearing any makeup and my hair was in in pigtails that I pulled together into one rubber band so there was a little nub of hair sticking out the back of my head. 

I must have looked absolutely CRAZY! No wonder people were acting weird around me.

I've deleted the worst of the photos. They're were just too much - too to terrible to share, so look at my kids and this rare Texas autumn scenery instead.

  So anywho - sorry I've been MIA these past couple weeks.

Gotta get those Thank$giving and Chri$tmas posts done over at the other blawg, if you know what I mean. You know, the whole blogging for money because I've got bills to pay thing....

I've made some pretty killer bohemian gift guides for Christmas and all sorts of cool stuff over there. So yeah, feel free to check it out... http://www.quirkybohemianmama.com/

It won't hurt my feelings one bit if you don't!

Ok, maaaaaybe a little.

Not much.

Just enough to make me cry.

Time to go see what you crazy beasts have been up to while I've got a little time.

color code confusion

I absolutely hate for my clothes to match. I don't know why. I've been purposely mismatching my clothes since I was old enough to dress myself; but today I really needed something to go over this red-orange-melon (?) dress to cover my boobage and this jacket thing was all I could dig up.

I have other stuff it's just...

I haven't folded laundry or hung up clothes in weeks.

I've come down with a serious case of the "Eff Its" when it comes to cleaning my bedroom.

We only sleep in there! Who cares if it's clean? No one is going to see it. Eff it! I'll save my time and energy and just eff it.

And now I can't find anything.

It wasn't really my intentions to match me a Cedar's outfits. I was laying out her church clothes last night and felt she would need something to cover her arms now that it's getting cooler and the only thing she had that would look good with that dress was this red-orange-melon (?) shrug-cardi thing.

WHAT THE HECK IS THIS COLOR? 

Oh yeah, so two um... interesting things happened to me yesterday. If you follow me on Facebook then you've probably already heard about the first one but here's the full convo.

In Walmart whilst browsing the tiny Mexican food section a toothless middle-aged man in asked me:

MAN: Have you ever heard of pigs brains in a can?

*Let me interrupt this story real quick to ask: Who the @#$% starts a conversation like that?

ME: Mmm... no. Do they sell them here?

MAN: I don't know. I'm looking for them. I can't find them anywhere.

ME: I don't think they'd sell that here. Pigs brains in a can? probably not.

MAN: Yeah, no one around here sells them.

ME: And what do you do with them?

MAN: You scramble them in eggs. It's an old recipe.

ME: (Begins to walk away) Yeah, you're not going to find those those here...

MAN: There's a recipe on the back of the can!

ME: (Speeding away) Alright.

Second incident. Er, accident rather.

I found a small leftover poo pebble on the living room floor from a crapsident my daughter had a couple hours earlier. I picked it up (yes with my bare hands) and the dirty diaper my husband left in the middle of the floor and headed for the trash can. I miss-stepped over the makeshift barrier that keeps Cedar out of the kitchen and fell like an old rotten tree in the woods. It happened so fast, there was no stumbling and I didn't even get to put my arms out to catch myself.

BAM! I hit my forehead on the vacuum, landed with most of my weight on my upper arm, and scraped the skin off the top of my foot which is still sore and swollen.

And to add insult to injury...

I squished the poo ball in my hand when I fell.

My husband came back indoors in time to help me get up. Poo still in hand.

He didn't believe I was injured because I was laughing at myself so hard.

I'm just grateful that I'm still young enough to be able to take a fall like that without breaking a hip.

All this blubber helped me bounced like a rubber ball.

I knew it would come in handy some day.

So, did anything interesting happen to you this weekend?

Pumpkin Patch Terror Land

Sunday we went to a pumpkin patch - which was a bunch of already-picked pumpkins out on the front lawn of a local Church. I'm not complaining - it was a super cute set up. Lots of photo ops and it was free to get in but it would be cool to visit and actual patch.

The trip was to serve three purposes:

1. To get photos in my new freebie leggings for my October blog post over at Soul Flower's blog.

2. To get heck out of the house since I missed church because Cedar was covered head to toe in RINGWORM she caught from a stray cat I let her play with. (Thank you Jaysuss for tea tree oil, Lotramin and emu oil. A winning combo that cleared that crap up in two days!)

3. To get obligatory pumpkin patch photos of the kids.

Unmentioned fourth stone: To take a family portrait. Didn't happen.

The kids were horrifically uncooperative.

The tears, the snot, the tantrums!

Me and the husband took turns between being photographer and kid wrangler. We gave up on a trying to pose them or even get them to sit down so we just chased them around with the camera and both our phones.

I was almost in tears thinking, "How do the other mom-bloggers do this?! This is HARD! Why am I doing this to myself?!"

Out of a bout 300 photos here are the best we got of our first family trip to a pumpkin patch.

Cedar was actually crying in this photo. It just looks like she was smiling so I picked it.

Wrong way, guys.

That's better.

What We Wore

Cedar Girl: Dress handmade by her granny.

Old Man River: Hand-me-down everything from his cousin.

Husband: Walmart clearance shirt and Dickies slacks from Amazon.

Me:$10 dress from Ross Dress for Less and freebie Soul Flower leggings.

With or without kids, do you do the pumpkin patch thing?

I probably wont be able to get around to your blogs like I'd hope - I'm the coordinator of my church's fall festival this weekend and I'll be out the next few days. So I'll get caught up on blog stalking as soon as I can!

dadgummit sassafrassin geez!

Good gravy! I just can't get this day started!

Photos won't load, photo editor won't load, internet is slow, the kids are going coo-coo and they're using me a jungle gym as I'm trying to work, my coffee keeps going cold, I'm hungry and cranky and... and...

I'm sure you get it. It's one thing to have a bad morning but this whole week has been one bad morning and it's only Wednesday.

I had to use my phone for these pics Sunday - my camera lens was super fogged over from the humidity and we couldn't get it cleared up.  Getting the photos from my phone to the computer and to this post was a task that shouldn't have been near as difficult as it was. I almost gave up :whines: but I really wanted to share my new (to me) blanket scaaaarf. Waaaaaahhh!!

Priorities.

You know what I need? Pancakes, sausage, eggs, hash browns, a butler, a personal assistant, some Irish coffee and a fast plane to get me away from here before I lose my mind.

Got all that? That's not a lot to ask for. Seems pretty reasonable, I think.

Yup and now I can't even get the other photos to upload and my face is starting to twitch. I am so done.

I'm going to go lay down on the floor and... not do things.

Booty Betrayal

Hm, let's see.  What's going on with me?

The same ol' same ol'. Starting new ventures, always adding another helping to my plate. Scraping off what's not nourishing but still going back for seconds.

My attempts to level up in my businesses are kind of backfiring a little bit. 

After a bad bout with a competitor on Fiverr, I left the site started my own social media management service. I went from a couple of customers a month to nothing. Well, one. I've had one client since I left Fiverr.

The changes in how Pinterest does stuff has changed and my traffic for my "for-profit" blog,  Quirky Bohemian Mama , has absolutely plummeted. That means no affiliate links get clicked, nothing get bought, no money gets made. *sniffles*

So now I have to work super hard to get my blog posts noticed. I even had to start a.... GASP...

NEWSLETTER!!  **sobs**

Look at my dramatic pose. Oh, woe is me. 

Nah, I think I just had an itch me forehead.

I'm a little bummed out about how things are working out right now but I can't give up. I won't give up. I've put entirely too much time and effort into setting these things up to just let them go. It's going to take time to get things back the way they were. I'm just not a very patient person when it comes to that kind of stuff... but I'm learning.

So this outfit is very intentionally autumn colored to celebrate that the weather is actually kind of turning autumn-ish here. I'm talking like, it gets down in the 60s at night! That's kind of a big deal in Texas! The top and skirt are handmedowns from my mom. The Indian bangle is fairly new; I got it from an online eco-friendly baby stuff shop called Wild Dill. I've had the spider bracelet for a couple years but completely forgot I had it. I've had to scrounge around for jewelry since I misplaced my good stuff after the faire.

And speaking of things not working out for me. This is a perfect example of what I'm talking about. This is the second time I've worn these beautiful boots - (I couldn't wear them before because I couldn't zip them). It was all glorious at first but as I was walking out of church they sighed their last breath and died. The soles of both shoes peeled off and I had to flop my way to the car and through these photos.

.

Shoe doctor, can you save them?! Not my precious gypsy boots!!

And boom, here's my face. If you didn't notice already, that scar on my chest is from the allergic reaction I had to my giant coin necklace at the faire a couple weeks ago. The wound started off like just a normal whelp but after a couple days it split open to the "white meat" and hurt deep within all over the area for days. Since we're poor with no insurance, I sent the husband to the health food store for some emu oil and now it's healing rather nicely! 

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So how are you? How do you take your coffee? Have you ever used emu squeezins?