I have come to the conclusion that my maturity level has not risen since I was eight years-old. That is not including the hormonal growing pains all teenagers (and those around them) have to put up with. There were two things I was focused on that no child that age would typically share. 1)I started being concerned with what kind of parent I would be. Not with my baby dolls, but with my actual children that still exist only in the relatively distant future. I could continue with this, but I want to take this post in a different direction. 2)I was obsessed with decorating. I loved all the interior/exterior home design shows. I hated (still do) clothes shopping but I could spend hours in Pier 1, World Market, and Hobby Lobby. I would clip cool rooms out of my "American Girl" magazine and my mom's "Better Homes and Gardens." That being said, here is my dream house, or the best I could do through Google images.
December 5, 2012
I have been thinking that I have been getting a little too sweet on this blog. It’s time for me to make fun of a bunch of people. And since it is that time of year, we are going to look at the failed attempts of making our yards look like it is Christmas. These next to pictures are brought to you by tackychristmaslights.com Oh, also, we have a guest blogger! My hubby has agreed to provide us some of his opinions on these pictures. Which is a treat because he is so much funnier than I am.