They Make it Too Easy

Seriously, I can not get enough of the Project Life app. I did the following pages over the last two days.

I can’t even begin to express my happiness. Card Packs cost between .99-1.99, Layout Packs are .99 and to have your pages printed professionally it’s only .99 per page.
Basically it’s a steal! 

Scrapbook Sunday might seriously be my new favorite day of the week! 😍

Have you guys given the Project Life app a try yet? What’s your favorite way to preserve your memories?


Hello July

At the end of every month I like to sit down and make a list of goals for the next month.

It’s kinda like making New Years Resolutions. New Month Resolutions.

Last month we ran into a lot of financial troubles. Not nearly as many as April, but it was enough to make me sit down and really take a look at how we’d attack this month’s budget. So I took to Pinterest and searched for budgeting tips, and I was not prepared for the amount that I found.

  • 52 Week Savings Plan
  • 50/20/30 Budget
  • Creating a Financial Plan
  • Dave Ramsey
  • The Half Payment Method
  • You Need a Budget

Needless to say it was a little overwhelming, but with a little more research I made a decision on which way we’d go. A combination of two different 52 Week Savings Plans (one for Disney and one for our Emergency Fund), Dave Ramsey’s Baby Steps and an online software called You Need a Budget.

I obviously can’t sing the praises of these plans yet, but I plan on updating throughout this month on how things are going for us. Our mock-up budget is extremely tight, but if followed completely will end without us panicking and selling possessions or asking for funds.

Of course I made other goals for July as well. Not as many as I used to, I’m slowly discovering that too many goals equals way too much pressure leading to massive anxiety. We can’t have that. So here are the rest of my July Goals.

  • I will establish a fitness schedule. I’d like to start doing Pop Pilates again, and I need to pick at least one day a week to hit the gym. I can’t keep paying for  a membership that I’m not using. I’m also not going to weigh myself this month, it’s discouraging. This month I just want to focus on how I feel.
  • I will attempt a Photo-a-Day Challenge, and I will not quit just because I miss a day.

  • Hand Lettering. I just want to learn something new and this always sounded like fun.

What kind of things do you guys want to accomplish this month? Shout it out in the comments below!!

It’s a Rut!

I have started and stopped at least three posts now. It’s official, I’m in a rut.

My brain is all over the place, it wants to talk about 50 different things, and it can’t. Oh, and speaking of 50 things, I’m finished with our project.

We’re ending with having rid ourselves of 37/50 things. Basically what it comes down to is that I’m tired. I’m not giving up, but this project isn’t making me feel good about myself anymore. To me, that means it’s okay to end it early. So we’ll call it 38/50 things, because I’m throwing away doing things that don’t make me happy.


Then I got this crazy idea that I need to start a subscription box service, but then I realized that we’re insanely broke. This shouldn’t have taken any realization, this has been going on for awhile.

And then there was the budget, which all have to write about later because it makes me want to curl up and cry.


So to try and calm my nerves, I dug into my planner supplies and made a pretty planner page. It’s like Adult Coloring Books, this just relaxes me for some reason.

Oh and there just seems to be babies everywhere, and that might be driving my baby brain insane. So, there’s that.

Love you guys, I’m going to pull myself together and aim to have an update on that budget later tonight.

Nothing’s Written Until You Write It

 Continuing on with Gail Blanke on our journey of self discovery, we have typecasting.

I had never really put a lot of thought into the categories that friends and family have used to describe me. These titles have been used so much, that I’ve even started referring myself the same way. Sitting down a few days ago, I put together a short list of the roles that I have fallen into; and why/how I plan to break out from them.

Not Good At Math

When I was 9 years old, I developed Epilepsy. Doctors never found out why or what triggered my seizures that day, it just happened. I got to spend a whole week at Cincinnati Children’s getting tested, before I was approved to be released.

Leading up to the epilepsy, I was a great student. Very attentive and eager to please. I was a wallflower and Teacher’s Pet, but because of that I was never in trouble and I always had my homework done. Bottom line, I was a really good student.

Something about the epilepsy affected my brain though. Math was gone, completely. I was given a 504 plan, which allowed me a calculator and extra time for my tests; but I was embarrassed by it. And at some point between my diagnosis and middle school, is when the phrase “not good at math” came into play. To this day, I still let myself fall into that category; and it’s not true. I’m definitely not amazing at math, but I am good at it. It just takes me longer than others. So I’ve decided that I’m not going to let people label me that way anymore, and that includes myself. In order to improve upon my skills, I’ve also decided to download some freebie math printables. I might be 28 years old, but there’s nothing wrong with brushing up on the basics. I am good at math.

Secret Keeper

I could not even begin to explain why anyone would want to tell their secrets to me. I am not a secret keeper. Maybe it’s the wallflower label I’ve given myself, just know that if you’ve told me a “secret”, somebody else knows. It’s not me being a horrible person, it’s me not being capable of holding everything in.

Case in point, a few years ago everyone was telling me everything going on with their lives. We’re talking family secrets here, and I’ve already told you how big the family is. It got to the point where I was on the phone with my Mom one day, and everything just came shooting out. Secrets all over the place! It was word vomit, and it caused a lot of anxiety.

So I’m squashing that title right now. If you think I’m your secret keeper, think again. From a medical standpoint it wouldn’t be wise for me to even try. So do us all a favor, and don’t tell me your secrets. I don’t want to know, I’m not a secret keeper.

I’ll gladly accept the title of Wallflower, but that’s it. Don’t put me in those other boxes please.

With that in mind our new Grand Total is 38/50

Hang in there y’all, this project is almost done and I have some other fun things headed your way super soon. Maybe even tonight!

Digging a Little Deeper

These topics that are coming up as I work my way through the rest of the Fifty Things Project, are not easy.

They’re not something I ever planned on talking about on this blog, or even to the public in general. The first couple are pretty basic regrets, and then things get a little more complicated. So bear with me.

I Regret Not Staying in Dance

I know when my mom reads this she’s going to laugh. As a kid, we all took dance classes. Combination Tap, Jazz and Ballet. I was never as good as my sisters, I did for the costumes and towards the end, enjoyment. There were times though, where I just didn’t feel like I fit in. The girls my age were in higher level classes, and I was a shy kid. I really did try to stay hidden. Basically, girls can be mean. Really mean. So I quit dancing my Sophomore year of high school. When I graduated high school and then attended NKU, I began dancing again. Discovering modern dance is one of the best things that happened to me while at NKU, and that’s when I started regretting not sticking with dance. But now, I’m going to let that regret go. Because that regret makes me feel bad about myself. I’ve convinced myself that if I had just stayed in dance, I’d be much fitter than I am now. That somehow, my quitting ballet is why I’m a curvier now than I was 11 years ago. That’s just not the case. So I’m throwing it away. I’m done with that regret.

I Will Stop Comparing Myself to My Sisters

When I have 9 sisters, you can’t help but compare yourself a little bit. Hell, I even compare myself to my brother. I have to stop, and I have to accept that I’m a wonderful person.

Maybe I’ll never have a college degree, and that’s okay. I’ve done alright for myself. I have  a wonderful husband, lots of family that care about me and an awesome church family. Kevin and I are living paycheck to paycheck, but our bills get paid and we’re happy; which is more than what I can say for a lot of people.

And maybe I don’t have a fancy job, and there’s a chance that I’ll only every work in warehouses. That’s okay too. Don’t let anybody ever tell you that you’re job isn’t good enough. If you’re working, it’s good enough. And if you don’t have a job right now, that’s okay too. I’m unemployed and sometimes that’s how it goes. You’re still good enough.

I’m my own person, and now is the time for me to own it. I’m throwing out sibling comparisons. They’re not for me.

I Will Forgive Myself for Not Being Able to Protect My Sister.

My baby sister means the world to me, and there have been times where I just have not been able to keep her safe. I couldn’t protect her from the horrible people in this world, and couldn’t save her from all of life’s evil plans. She’s the strongest girl I know, and I love her to pieces. For years, I’ve beat myself up for not trusting my gut, and not believing her completely when she confessed things to me. I did not protect her the way a big sister should. But I can’t keep beating myself up over it. So I’m throwing it away. I’m not my sister’s keeper, I can only do  my very best and sometimes that won’t be enough, and that’s okay. Today I forgive myself.

These confessions bring our Grand Total 36/50. I feel really good about these confessions, and I’m actually excited to move on further with our project.

Chapter 4: The Living Room

Or it could be the family room. It changes from day to day.

This room, I don’t know what to say about this room. I have a love/hate relationship with it. It’s the first thing you see when you walk into our apartment, which means ideally it wouldn’t have a bunch of shit in it. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. This is where the TV is, the movies, games, books…pretty much all of the “entertainment” items. The furniture has been moved in every which way possible, and I think we’ve reached the point of just needing to be satisfied with the setup. And by we, I of course mean me; because Kevin is completely satisfied with everything that I do to the apartment. Moving on though. Before I left for camp last week, I finished the living room and boxed up the following items.

  • 1 Box of Craft Supplies
  • 4 Fitness DVDs
  • 1 Vase
  • 1 George Rogers Clarke Marching Band Jacket
  • Even More Stationary!!
  • 3 Pairs of Shoes
  • 1 Gym Bag
  • 3 Puzzles
  • 4 Board Games
  • 8 Card Games

So this brings our new Grand Total to 33/50!!!!!

Now it’s time for the big guns to come out. The physical clutter is done, and for our remaining 17 items we will be looking at mental clutter. Should be a blast. 😉

Chapter 3: The Kitchen

Three days. It took me three days to master the kitchen…

For a brief minute, I thought it was going to be four. Our kitchen is where I spend a great deal of my time. It’s been like that in every home that I’ve lived in. As a child I was always surrounding by my siblings, and we almost always seemed to wind up in the kitchen. I’ve had everything from food fights to breakups while sitting at the dining room table; so obviously this was a tough one for me. 

The kitchen involved much more than just throwing out old coupons. I wanted to make it a livable space, which can be difficult to do in a tiny apartment. 

When Kevin and I first got married, we lived at home with his parents. It didn’t last long, I was determined to have our own place, or watch my marriage fall apart before it started. Now we have our first place together, we’ve only been there since December, but we already have some impressive memories racked up. The first few months we’d eat at the dining room table, and have actual conversations together. Soon after though our kitchen started to get to be difficult to control clutter wise, and meals moved to the couch and conversations turned into movies.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s a time and place for pizza and movies. It’s called Saturday night in the life of a poor newly wed. I miss our small family meals though, so it was very important that I rid our kitchen of the extra clutter and start fresh.

So here is our tally, three days later.

  • Lots of restaurant sauce packets (I didn’t even realize I had been stashing these)
  • 1 Broken Water Bottle
  • Assorted Kitchen Utensils (you really only need so many rubber spatulas)
  • Unused Dish Towels
  • 2 Cake Pans
  • Small Collection of Chipped Mugs
  • 3 Strainers
  • 1 Teapot
  • 2 Aprons (I kept five)

And that brings out Grand Total to 23/50

We’re getting there! Tomorrow I’m going to try to knock out our last room, because on Tuesday I leave for summer camp. I’d like to wrap up this portion of our decluttering before then.