Monday, August 27, 2012

Martha, Martha, Martha!

I moved to Northwest Arkansas when I was 14.

From California. 

Umm... talk about culture shock.

I wanted nothing more than to go back.
I wanted to walk down the Santa Monica Pier, City Walk, Sunset Blvd [not in a stripper/pretty woman sorta way].

I didn't even know what a hay bail was.. I just stared at the fields wondering what in the world those giant round things were. I didn't ask because well, I didn't care.

If you don't know, Bentonville, AR is where Walmart originated. Fayetteville is perfect. Springdale, Rogers, Centerton, it's all a fun, lovely community. It grew on me. Because of Walmart, Cargill, Tyson's world headquarters & other companies there, there is lots of money there. I'd say the perfect definition would be sophisticated southern. Not too hillbilly southern. Though I've had encounters.

Now..
I use the word y'all more often than anyone should.
I live on a farm in southwest Missouri.
I have to burn my own trash.
My mailbox is like a mile away.
And most of all, I love Arkansas.
I miss living there.

Lucky for me, my mom still lives there.
The kids need to see their abuela.


She lets them do fun things.


I enjoy ditching them and enjoying the place that now feels like home.
I get a melancholy feeling. I get giddy. I feel like there's never enough time there... even before I get there.

I had a little bit of business to do though. I've talked about True Treasures before, it's still rad! I love that place.


and seeing my stuff there blows my mind!


Debbie had a tub of buttons...
Or as Amber reffered to it, crafter's crack.
I think I spent at least 20 minutes picking some out.


I also found some yarn.


Which will make for some lovely bracelets with vintage buttons! Score!


When will they be in the shop you ask? Soon my lovely friend. Soon.

Besides the loot, getting to hang with my mom, and ditching the kids, I also met up with my Martha at the Bentonville Farmer's Market.

If you become my friend, I'll love you forever. No matter how many friends I have, you become my special friend. [sometimes there's an ed after that special. those are charity cases.] either way my friends mean a lot to me. I know good friends don't come by easily. So they're mine. My Amanda, my Kalyn, my Liz, my Amber.... And so on.

I've written about my Martha before, but after Saturday, I love her more. 

The main reason I wanted to meet there is because there's crepes.
Frédéric is in the back round. With his lovely French accent and all.

We had a blast waiting for the crepes!


We talked about how YOLO needs to go away, but then decided we should just start using it.

We ordered sweet La Foster crepes and Cokes to drink because... well, YOLO. ha ha. it's growing on me. Martha has even begun to use it as a verb. We're goofy like that. If you have a twitter account, follow her. She's hilarious. That's why I love her. As you can see, she's a beauty. The picture in the bottom right where she's covering her mouth, she should be in an add for hair stuff, or Coke, or YOLOing.

We walked around, I talked.. a lot. I'm working on my listening skills ok?! We stopped into a couple of shops. Including a bike shop because I need want one to ride around town with my Amanda & the kids. Realized that I'll need a kid's bike.

Thanks for a great time my sweet, lovely, funny friend! I had a blast!!

cause YOLO.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

The Plaid Giraffe

so this guy started preschool last week.


The back pack was a toss up between Sonic, superheros, and Mario.
Mario Kart is his fave thing right now. maybe the fact that him playing video games is so limited helps make it special. [y'all know how much I love video games.]

He went to bed early, laid out his clothes, set out his back pack, asked for cupcakes for breakfast.

We were all very excited.

He didn't care that I dropped him off. He didn't even think about telling me goodbye.

I'm not gonna lie, I did mind him blowing me off a little. But mostly I was happy for him.

When he ventures out, confident, happy + ready to take on the world on his own, I feel like I've done my job so far. Not a perfect job mind you. But I do feel validated.

I took the time he was in school to myself and went to target, dropped off donations at Goodwill, enjoyed some Starbucks, + got the grocery shopping done. The most exciting part of the morning was picking him up from school. I couldn't wait to hear all about it.

To my disappointment all I got out of him was that he loved school. LOVED it. And he got to use scissors, play outside, + eat a snack. He's the kind of kid that tells me nothing, then one days teaches me something new and I'm all, "where did you learn that?!" To which he responds with, "school!" "sunday school." or "Curious George."


We tried to keep the special day going. Mathew had lunch waiting for us when we got home. Fried rice + fish sticks! Then He played Mario Kart while I put groceries away and Isabella napped.

over all I'd say he'll have a good memory of that whole day.

I shopped for like 4 hours. I was tired. So... dinner needed to be easy. I made french bread pizzas. super easy and quick. Great for busy days. [detailed steps below]


  1. purchase bread, cheese, toppings. You can also buy some pizza sauce or check out my recipe for a super easy one here. [sauce hint* no need to simmer if you don't feel like it. just mix ingredients well and it's ready to go!]
  2. slice bread in half, spread pizza sauce on.
  3. add your toppings.
  4. bake at 375 for 15 minutes
  5. cut into slices. I like to use a big chopping knife and just rock it across so that I don't burn my fingers. [does that make sense?]
  6. [not pictured] eat your heart out.
you can make a side salad or whatever you'd like. It's quite popular around here.
You're welcome!

After dinner we flew kites.


Douglas has gotten the hang of it and can even keep up with his daddy.



They BOTH also would like y'all to know that they flew the kites to the end of their string. [pictured below... they're pros.


good day indeed.