You'll be my honeysuckle . …. I'll be your honey bee

Let’s talk about honey….

About a month ago I hosted a Pooh themed baby shower that included little honey pots filled with honey. Anyway, I grossly overestimated how many “bears” of honey I would need to make all the favors. So I pretty much have honey for years. Which leads me to my next point…

Ever since I changed my birth control from the pill to the Mirena I am no longer reaping the benefits of the acne control. So that basically means that I’m a 28 year old woman with the acne of a 13 year old girl. It’s pretty great.  Picture this:

Ok maybe that’s an exaggeration BUT it’s still bad. So I did some Googling and found a source that says mixing honey with cinnamon is an acne treatment. Since I bought enough honey to treat 21832190382109 faces I’m going to give it a whirl. Can’t hurt right??? Hopefully I don’t end up with another one of these posts.

I’ll let you know how that goes. Fingers crossed that this is the secret to end all secrets and I’ll have Twilight vampire clear skin.

Updates and Weekends

Well I guess it’s a good thing that I never set a posting goal for myself like every day or every other day… cause well I just failed.

Anywho.. I know you’re dying to know where I’ve been.. so I’ll tell ya. Nowhere.. I’ve been working like crazy and schooling like crazy and momming like crazy and little bit of wifing. (Sorry babe). That’s pretty much it. I will spare you the details of working and schooling like crazy… it’s not fun for me to live therefore I will not make you live it too.

Oh, what happened to my rash you ask? Haha that’s funny because it implies that it’s gone. Well it’s not. It’s not on my face anymore which is a win. Let’s recap shall we? So I woke up with a rash, left work early, stayed home the next day to go to the clinic, Dr walks in..several weird looks later…diagnoses it as shingles or poison ivy.. call it shingles ivy if you will. Anyway, I get my drugs (clearly the point of going in the first place) and religiously take them. Ok for serious though I had to take 9 pills.. NINE pills.. the first day. Then 8, then 7, you get the idea. It was a little overwhelming. I’m done with them now and the shingles part (ie: the face) is gone but I’ve still got that ivy on my hand, oh and my other hand, oh and my back. So yea.. we’re still working on the rash. It’s still awesome to be me.

Momming.. So T is in 1^st grade at his new school and loves it. It’s so awesome that he likes his new teacher and he really seems to be happy about school. That definitely doesn’t mean he would pick school over T.V. or dirt biking.. or really anything BUT he’s happy. They still do the color charting thing that I hate but she does it differently. So instead of starting at the top and only have the option of staying up there or moving down (T is good at the moving down) she has you start in the middle where you can go up two colors or down three colors. I like this method a lot more. T is doing better with the colors but not great. He said to me yesterday that he’s too funny to get good colors. … yea I know.

R is up to her usual antics and we’re still going relatively strong on the potty training front. Still can’t quite nail down the #2 in the potty thing which is AWESOME! She’s been eating like crazy too so I’m expecting to have to go out and buy some new clothes for her soon. While we’re on the topic of clothes.. in my other life I would LOVE to make her a new season of clothes or at least make the bulk of them for her. But since I’m in this life I’ve decided that I want to make her two outfits. I don’t know what two outfits yet but I know I want to make them. I have enough fabric laying around that I could make a few things so stay tuned for that.

Wifing… I’ve had shingles ivy.. enough said. Hahaha… no seriously.

Last weekend was the Charles County fair so we took the kids to that.  It was pretty uneventful so I’ll just leave you with a few pictures to elaborate.

Can you find the SERIOUS R face?

Pink firehats! I know right!

 That would be inside a fire truck. What you can't see is his really excited grin. I love this kid.

 Take 1...

 Take 2...

 Alright fine I give up.

So that’s what’s been going on… told ya it wasn’t that interesting.

This weekend is T’s hockey meeting and my friend Jess’ baby shower. I’m SOOOO excited for the baby shower. I still need to get her something though. I really love to make things for people when they have babies but since she isn’t finding out what she is having ahead of time I really can’t think of anything. So off to Babies-R-Us I go and I’ll just resolve to make her something later. I recently pinned this:

24 Hour Quilt 

Which I could easily do for her but I want it to be in the right colors and have the right stuff. Ya know.. gender specific stuff.

Oh yea.. and dirt. That’s on the schedule for this weekend too. I think I’ll dedicate a whole new post to that since it’s going to be dirty. Hahaha I’m hysterical. J

Until then… I wish you happy weekend!

Rash On The Face.... It’s So Cool

Yep… that’s right I’ve got a rash on MY FACE. You guys…

I woke up this morning at o’dark hundred as per usual, turned the shower on, started to brush my teeth and that’s when I saw it. MY FACE! My eye is swollen and I have a rash under my left ear, around the edge of my left eye, down the left side of my face, and on the edge of my bottom lip. I immediately went back into the bedroom, woke Mr. Gil up, declared a state of emergency and that he needed to come and see this….NOW. So he begrudgingly got out of bed and confirmed my face/eye was indeed swollen. In retrospect, I’m pretty sure he was annoyed with me but I NEEDED him to see it RIGHT THEN. It absolutely could not wait. (sorry babe!)

Upon further inspection I’m fairly positive that it’s poison ivy. How did I get poison ivy on my FACE you ask? That’s a really good question. Right now my theory is that someone snuck into my bedroom and rubbed it all over my face while I was sleeping… kind of like an evil poison ivy fairy if you will. That OR when we were at the Townhouse on Sunday afternoon and I was weeding the garden I yanked some out, touched my face, and then washed it off my hands thus preventing further spreading. Not sure about that second theory though.. sounds a little too farfetched if you ask me.  

So yes.. I have a rash on my face with a swollen eye. It’s a pretty awesome day to be me. Try not to be jealous.

XO

Mrs. Gil

PS: Did you know that the title of my post is actually a song lyric?  Infected by Pimply Life.... I could not make this up. Google is an excellent resource for post titles.

Sprinkle… Sprinkle… HURRICANE!

Ok so maybe not a hurricane hurricane but it seriously felt like it!

This weekend was my husband and I’s seven year anniversary. To celebrate it he planned a whole weekend in Gettysburg, PA to include spending the day at the Wine and Music Festival. My parents agreed to watch the kids overnight so early Saturday morning we made are way up to their house (an hour away), dropped them off, and headed up to PA. We found our hotel (within walking distance to the festival!), checked in, walked over to the festival, paid our $50 (I know right!) and then went to our first wine tent. Let’s back up… Mr. Gil and I are not wine drinkers. He doesn’t like wine… like at all and I like the wine that tastes like candy.  Ok so now that we’ve established that lets move on. The first wine tent was good we pretty much stuck with the sweet wines (see previous comment about candy). Mr. Gil and I both liked the peach wine and the pineapple wine. Fast forward maybe 20 mins and three wine tents, and a spiral cut deep fried potato chip concoction later… dark black evil looking clouds start to roll in. The lead singer of the don’t-remember-type –of-music-band made an announcement about impending weather and to take shelter in the nearby theater. Mr. Gil and I of course kept eating our amazing potato thing and ignored the warning. We finish up, step outside the tent… I notice it’s sprinkling… open the umbrella and then hurricane. Ok so seriously though… I’m talking torrential down pour with what felt like small pieces of hail and 60 mph winds…. In a field with an umbrella. Were we soaked? Yep! Were we laughing at how RIDICULOUS this all is? Yep! Was I admittedly scared out of my mind at one point that I was going to get blown away like the house in the Wizard of Oz? OH YES! Especially when one of the exhibitor's tents went tumbling down the hill and landed in a destroyed mess.

SO after that whole thing came and went… we sloshed our way back to the hotel to get out of our sopping wet clothes and dried off.

The festival ended up getting shut down by the fire department due to all the destruction. SO we went to dinner, walked around the historic area, saw a movie, and generally enjoyed our day together.

All in all it was a really great weekend. I appreciate his gesture in planning this day for me more than he will ever know. After seven years of marriage and 12 years of being in love I can honestly say that I love that man more today than I  ever have. I am truly blessed to  have him in my life. We’re not perfect but we are certainly perfect for each other.

I hope you all managed to have an equally awesome and hopefully NOT as equally wet weekend!

XO

Mrs. Gil

Inauguration…. not of the political variety.

Do not let the title mislead you.. this is NOT a political blog.  Not even close! This is however my inaugural post in the world of blogging. So Hello World!

Why start now you ask?

Good question. Let’s just say that I got a wild hair this morning and decided to just go with it. I am certainly not a stranger to reading blogs so if you think about it… it’s really a natural progression.  (just go with it)

A little about me and I will try to not repeat that section over there ------->

My name is Gage a.k.a Mrs. Gil. I am: A wife, my kid’s mom, a Christian, a full-time professional, a full-time student, a part-time crafter, and an all-the-time pretty awesome person!  My husband Mr. Gil and I have been married for seven years this past Saturday (Sept. 8^th). I have two beautiful, amazing, funny, dramatic, loving, amazing (yes that’s worth repeating) children. T is 6 and R is 2.  I work to live and certainly do not live to work. Don’t get me wrong I love what I do and the people I work with. However, my dream job involves sleeping in, spending quality time with my kids, sewing, cooking, sewing, crafting, napping, you get the gist.

What am I going to blog about?

WHO knows! Ha. Like I said I started this thing on a whim this morning so to think I’ve actually thought this through is hilarious. I haven’t even figured out what I’m making for dinner. One thing I do know is that you’ll pretty much get a little of everything . You’ll get a lot about my life and how I stumble through that thing and probably some craft projects… MAYBE some cooking stuff (don’t hold your breath) but mostly just me. I definitely guarantee that you’ll get me. I solemnly swear that you will NOT see a post from me talking about how much I LOVE working out and getting up at 5:00 in the morning or eating granola. I may from time to time suggest that any of those three things are a great idea and I’m TOTALLY going to do it! But rest assured I’m hating it… like full on depth of my soul hating it. I’m just saying.

So you’re a Christian, huh?

So what does that mean to you? Well that means that I believe in God. I go to church regularly, I’m very involved in my church, I talk about Jesus and God, I instill faithful qualities in my children, I attempt to live my life as God would want me too, etc. I am not a “seasoned veteran” at being a Christian, so will I contradict myself? All the time. Am I perfect and holier than thou? DEFINITELY NOT. Will I try to convert you to Christianity? Only if you want to be. Will I share openly and honestly what I’m struggling with? Absolutely. Does that mean you’ll judge me? Maybe you will… maybe you won’t. That’s your call really but I’m not worried about that.

So that’s me… in a nutshell. I’m sure I’ve left several things out but let’s just dive right in shall we?