Well.

I was going to write a new post. I changed my mind though. I'm tired. My head hurts. Above all of that though, I'm really not feeling very much like I can come up with how I want to say exactly what I want to say. So I'll try to say it later.

Peace.

So sorry...

It's been too long between posts, and for that I ah-pah-loh-giiiiize. For real. I've been working on some deeply fabulous bridesmaids zippers < holy geez folks, these invisible zippers are haunting me. I meant dresses. Bridesmaid dresses. Due to this I have barely had time to keep my house at the barely livable level of clean, much less take the time to post a blog.

(Well, barely livable by MY standards. I would NOT want anyone to think I'm a nasty person, so here's a bit of aside: I'm generally a pretty OCD clean freak about things, total organization, etc. and so what may be acceptable to some causes my blood pressure to rise. I didn't used to be like that, but I, my dears, am living proof that people can force themselves to change. Yes, "force" is the correct verb there. It takes serious effort, and a bit of a kick in the ass. I promise. Definitely a painful process. But anyways.)

I will DEFINITELY post photos of the dresses as soon as the wedding is over, so be looking for that on the 25th, or 26th if I find a way to sleep all day the Sunday after the wedding. (Anyone wanna adopt my kids for the day so that I can? You'd be my hero. Shameless, I know, but it is what it is.)

So, to catch up on other things in the McAllister-verse: Went consignment sale shopping with my mother-in-law this Saturday and bought almost everything that my kids will need clothing-wise to make it through the next season (btw: YAY IT'S FINALLY FALL!!!), and only spent $86. We bought 41 items. That's serious savings folks. Especially when they're outgrowing the clothing faster than I can buy them. I'm serious. Izaak is already wearing a size 6. He's not even 4 yet. And I have to shop out of the children's section now instead of the baby one. Sad day.

Evie has started expanding her vocabulary which is seriously exciting. I was starting to worry. Izaak began speaking at such a young age, and so well, that her inclination to pantomime noiselessly and for so long, was completely frustrating. Yay for a crack in the dam! Words are beginning to pour out like a freaking flood. Double yay!

Also, my dear sweet son decided to poop in the backyard. I guess he figured that because it was okay to pee in the bushes, that any sort of function out there was acceptable. Grr. And ew. Definitely ew. He also tried to pee on Evie today while they were playing outside. Is this normal??? Boys are gross.

Big news coming this week folks. Prepare yourselves.

See you again after the 25th!!! <3

Memories!

So, I was watching a National Geographic special on sea monsters with my son today.

(YET AGAIN, FOLKS, YET AGAIN. Yes, I do in fact have a 3 year old who watches National Geographic documentaries. He loves them. Kid is BEAST.)


Here is a picture of him READING AN ENCYCLOPEDIA. Yes. I'm serious.

BEASTLINESS IN ACTION.

And this particular film reminded me of the time when I was a kid, say around 10/11 years old, I wanted to be an archaeologist, or a paleontologist, FOR REAL. It was absolutely my dream. I read books upon books on fossils and ruins, knowing that one day I would be that girl covered in dirt or grime, in the desert or rain forest, discovering some amazing link in history. I was a nerd, and I was planning on being a seriously famous nerd. I outgrew that obsession  right around the same time I sprouted breasts overnight and discovered boys. BUT I have sooooooo many places in the world I want to see due to this part of my life.

Angkor. Beautiful and mysteriously amazing. I must experience this place one day.

I seriously want to just pack up and travel the world. I mean, really though, who doesn't?

The pyramids of Giza. Stereotypical? I care not!

Obviously these are only two teeny tiny examples, seeing as how the entire countries of France and Ireland aren't on here, neither is London, or Japan, or.... well, you get the picture, but I'm definitely not in the mood to search out and post a gazillion photos..... So you'll just have to deal with these two and use your imagination for the rest... **imagining...imagining...imagining** Le sigh. (I know right! Beautiful aren't they?)

Where do you want to go? See? Experience? AND how do paleontologists know what color a dolichorhynchops was? Just wondering if anybody knows... 

Being a mother...

My children are amazing.

Sweet Izaak came to me yesterday when I was upset. He leaned in close and said, "Mom. You are a good mom. Sometimes you scare me. But then I listen. So it's okay." I cried and hugged him close to my chest. He then pushes me away and states, "Mom. You can't hold my face in your boobies. You're going to make me turn into a girl. Stop that." Oh. My. Gawd. There are no words for how much I love this child.

Evie's adorable moment of the weekend at first requires a bit of explanation. I call her Evie Eve and then we rub noses. It's our little thing we do that makes my heart warm. So I'm sitting reading a book, and Evie randomly climbs into my lap, rubs her nose against mine, and says, "Mommy Mom!" <3 Explosion of pride/love/happiness in my heart.

               

       
         There is no greater feeling in the entire universe.

Perfection?

I. Am. NOT. Perfect.
Seriously.

I know you're all shocked and dismayed at the revelation, but there it is.
All out in the open.

Let us discuss my feelings.

I try to be a great wife, amazing mom, awesome friend, completely professional and perfectly balanced businesswoman, fashionable and unique woman, and sometimes I fail at those things. Not usually all at once, mind you, but I occasionally drop the ball. Let's be honest. We ALL DO IT. At least every now and then I find myself wondering how I'm supposed to accomplish half of what's on my plate, much less all of it. (If you were a therapist, at this point you'd be saying, "Tell me more about that...")
Don't misunderstand...I'm not talking about some serious discretion here.

I've never cheated on my husband, my children are well cared for, I'm there when I say I will be, I produce very good work despite chronic procrastination, and I dress well enough that no one has ever guessed how much I really weigh. (Seriously everyone is at least 50 lbs. off without fail, and I take that as a compliment to my fashion sense.)

BUT. Whenever I do drop the ball, it bounces so far away it takes me weeks to get back on track... Blegh. This has been one of those weeks. Professionally, I overbooked myself. Between having a wedding I'm working on coming up in just a few short weeks, and having committed myself to Relay for Life, I have had nowhere near enough time in each day to get everything finished that I needed to. Fail. Which has led to a rush in the sewing room, (as much as I love doing relay THANK GOD IT'S OVER.) and a serious amount of procrastination in my personal life. Which makes me feel like a total failure as a wife and mother. It stresses me to know that my kids are playing in a room with toys cluttered in the floor instead of neatly lined on shelves, and that my husband comes home to laundry cluttered on the kitchen table (I don't have a freaking laundry room, my washer and dryer are in my kitchen. It is hell.) and having take-out for dinner when I really should have made the time to at least wash the pots in the sink and thaw out some chicken so that he could cook if he wanted too. Le sigh. How in the hell did women manage to be so freaking perfect in the '50's and '60's??? I don't know. I wish I had the energy, gumption, what the hell ever it took to make it happen, that I could raise excellent children/ have a beautiful, organized, and clean house/ have dinner at least somewhat ready/ always look cute instead of run-down and exhausted/ and still make it to all of my commitments friendly/professional/or otherwise.
Is this even possible anymore?????
Help.

Hello there...

Welcome to the thoughts of Kim. 

 Seriously, folks. I am in need of an outlet. Some way to de-stress. Get all my thoughts out at the end of the day/week/month/whatever... So here I am. On blogger. Just like thousands of others. All of us hoping (even if it's hidden deep down) that someone will read what we write here and we'll be "discovered." Or that someone will at least empathize and relate to the trials, excitements, and adventures that are our self-indulgent lives. I'm not aiming for much of that. I don't think? (Like I said, it's hidden deeeeeep! That need for approval and confirmation from the other beings who make up the human race.) 

                                                                                                                            This is what they look like. I'm sure of it.

Yeah. We're subconciously seeking the approval of guys like this. Depressing Much?

Anyways. Back to me.

Because as we all well know that a blog isn't really that great without a bit of egocentrism.

So, I am a lot of things. I wear a lot of hats. Hell, I'm practically my own milliner, and in the spirit of egocentrism, you'll be hearing about all of those things on here. Preview? Why, of course! 

I'm a wife.

Aren't we adorable???? Awe!!!

The mother of two b-e-a-uuuuuutiful children.

You know you spell it that way too. Thank you Jim Carrey.

A seamstress.

I altered and made a custom bustle for this wedding gown!

Here's the Stitch. Custom designs and alterations of any kind! 

A dancer.

That's not me, I'm fat and out of shape, but we'll definitely be working on that.

A dieter.

I am going to lose around 90 lbs. Seriously. That will ge me down to a healthy, ideal weight.

An amateur chef.

This kinda conflicts with the dieting, but I just can't help it. I'm having a love affair with "Mastering the Art of French Cooking."

A bit of aaaa... well, you know.

Excuse my "french." It is what it is. There's no replacement for the truth.

A complainer.

I just want you to be prepared. I am what I am. I try not to be negative... but sometimes you just have to let it all out. 

A believer in the spiritual.

GOD IS LOVE. My life isn't complete without this.

A BELIEVER... of love, in miracles, and in pink.

If you don't love Audrey Hepburn, then you should. Educate yourself, people.

So, now that you have a better idea of who I am, and what this is all about, you can make an informed decision about whether or not you want to follow me, read about my life, make fun of everything I say, or whatever. I really don't care what you do with this. What's important to me is not imploding emotionally. Hopefully having this will keep that from happening. Have a great day, folks! Go live without excuses!