Doing the Pinterest, One

I have to be honest here. When I was planning the Pinterest posts, this was not exactly what I had in mind. But just days after I vowed to share the ideas I actually do or use I nearly burnt the house down.

I blame Alysa. Just that morning she had posted a cute pic of Joe that she had taken out of a video. She said it was totally easy.

Uh-huh. Sure.

That afternoon, I was popping some corn in the microwave on the other side of the house. (While in AZ we're living in a mother-in-law type apartment attached to our friends house. They moved to Alabama last month. Their side has a better microwave so I was in their house.)

I got a little disctracted trying to pull a hilarious photo of one of Anna's dance moves from a video on my phone when I realized the popping noise coming from the microwave had stopped.

Oh crap! Was that two seconds or three? Or fifteen?

Because all of us expert microwave popcorn makers know once the popping slows to the point that you can count two seconds between pops, the snack is ready. (Feel free to pin that little tip if you want to. Or just read the directions on the bag. Whatever.)

As soon as I jerked the microwave door open I knew we were going to need another option for snacktime. I'm not sure which was worse; the putrid smell or the plume of smoke wafting from the bag that made me run outside and throw it on the patio table.

(no Em, that's not chocolate)

After opening every window and door available and cranking the ceiling fans up as fast as they could fly,

it still stunk.

Badly.

So I did what every gal in a predicament does, I asked the Facebook for help.

Let me tell you, the suggestions came flying. Unfortunately, I had done everything mentioned. And then I commented

I bet there's something on the Pinterest.

(Talking to my self is a daily occurence, but should I be concerned that I am now replying to my own status updates on facebook? Is there medication for that?)

Sure enough, there was (a pin on the pinterest, not medication for my split personality):

(Special thanks to Rebecca Andrews for pinning this from Wiki. Jewels in your crown girl, jewels in your crown. Whoever you are.)

So the main gist of the tips on Wikipedia, through Pinterest, was to get the smell out of the microwave so that it wouldn't continue to be bothersome every time it was used for the next month. It recommended using water or vinegar to wipe down the inside and then boiling fresh lemon juice in the microwave.

I have water.

I have vinegar.

There is a lemon tree in the back yard.

I have so got this.

My lovely assistant Emily helped me procure and squeeze the lemons. Then we stuck it in the microwave for the recommended 5-6 minutes.

Here's where the citrus hit the fan. In the 14 seconds it took for me to take a picture of the happily bubbling lemon juice, show the bubbles to my lovely assistant and then check back in on the boiling bowl, I did this:

That's right. I burnt the freshly squeezed lemon juice beyond recognition.

For what it's worth, the nearly incinerated lemon juice smelled way better than the burnt popcorn.

Although the girls didn't share that opinion.

Stay tuned for next week's installment of

Doing the Pinterest

where I teach toddlers how to properly use fire extinguishers.

Here's hoping I'm kidding.

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Word to Your Mother

I did a dumb thing yesterday. I took four hungry, tired and fussy girls to the grocery store.

At four o clock. 

In the afternoon.

Did I mention the hungry and the tired?

Somewhere between the pickles,the hot pockets and trying to determine if Emily did indeed have a boo-boo or a new freckle they all three broke out into a mash up of Survivor (remember Beyonce's old band Destiny's Child ?) and Kum-ba-yah.

One older gal pushed her cart past us and said

I've been trying to figure out what they're singin.....

So are they, sister. So are they.

My giant car-buggy got stuck in the check out line, we almost stole a hershey's bar and just when I thought we'd made our great escape on what was supposed to be a run in for milk

Lainey spotted the wind chimes.

And by spotted I mean she side swiped the whole display which led to such a clanging I'm pretty sure it was heard in the Grand Canyon.

Basically it was a normal trip to the store with three children.

None the less, it made me wish that bedtime was at 6:30.

For me.

Once we got home and settled I was scrolling the facebook

And there was this:




A few things:

A) My husband is related to Kelley, who is a creative genius.
B) Kelley was one of my bridesmaids.
3)There-to-fore, I am a genius. (Don't ask how, the math is very complicated).
IV) Jon, Kelley's hubby (also a creative genius), has one of the best worship CD's out there. It's my go-to when I need to talk to Jesus. Tell Him all my troubles. You can find Jon's cd here.

And in closing, if you don't think that those babies (Isaiah, Aaron, and sweet angel baby Aria) aren't the most adorable things this side of the moon

You betta check yourself,

Before you wreck yourself.

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Doing the Pinterest

I have the Pinterest app on my cell phone. And I kinda love it. It keeps me off the regular computer where I could get lost for hours but I get to check out all the cute stuff my friends have pinned.

Well, I used to love the Pinterest app.

Until I kept seeing all the pics posted on facebook of all the things said friends were

actually making.

What in the world?  I thought this was just a place to pin all the pretties and call it a day.

Seriously? All you people with your snazzy Santa ornaments, hot dogs carved into flamingos and cute front door wreathes made out of recycled dental floss?

And then the other day this showed up in my newsfeed. Mocking me. Calling me out.



The caption read:

Thanks to Pinterest, my kids think I'm awesome!

Thanks alot, Krystal.

And to all you other overachievers.

(I'm pointing at you Missi! Making your own dishwasher soap out of bark and lamb's wool. Sheesh!)

Well, I've had enough of you crafting crazies. If I'm gonna be on this Pinterest band wagon I might as well jump all the way in. I've got  38 boards and 654 pins.

(I blame the app. And my iPhone. And Steve Jobs. May he rest in peace.)

So if I  make/build/burn just one craft/boat/dinner a week I'll have enough posts for like

(hold please ~I'm counting.......carry the two......  )

.......a very long time. That's what I've got. Enough posts for a very long time.

So watch out people, mama's gettin out the glue gun. And once a week  when I can get to it with as much of a regular schedule as I can muster I'll share the awesomeness that Pinterest will help me produce.

I might even make something for dinner that doesn't involve poultry.

And maaaybe my kids will think I'm awesome too.

Maybe.


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You've Been Warned

Just a small tidbit for all you mom of multiples.

If you're in one room with big sister

And your Littles are in the other

And you hear Baby B say to Baby A

Twust me, Anna. Twust me.

I highly encourage you to drop everything

(sorry about your side braid, Lainey Bug)

And check on things in the aforementioned room.

Twust me.

And

You are welcome.